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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Vanilla Lattes [Frankie Morales x F!Reader]

Summary: You camp out at the coffee shop in the midst of a thunderstorm, only to be awoken by a soaking wet man with puppy dog eyes, who is struggling outside in the rain. You let him into the warmth, offering him a lot more than just a vanilla latte to satisfy his sweet tooth.

Warnings: drink mention, brief mentions of anxiety and a few sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 4,200 words

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You took a deep breath, hunching up your shoulders as you fumbled with the key trying to unlock the front door. Your hands felt like ice, the cold stinging your fingers and even making them swell up slightly. The key got jammed, again. The heavy raindrops pelted against your back, drenching you, and you couldn’t help but let out a prolonged groan of frustration. Pressing your body weight against the door and wriggling the key into the lock, you were grateful for the bolt of lightning which provided you with a temporary illumination to see what you’re doing. Hearing the lock click out of place, you sighed with relief as you managed to shake the door open and entered the coffee shop almost in a turbulence. You slammed the door shut before locking it behind you and turned on the light.

The chairs had been stacked neatly on the tables from the night before, the floor had been swept and mopped, and an overwhelming smell of lemons filled the room. It must have been the new air freshener your boss had purchased after the last one exploded. You slid out of your shoes, not wanting to leave a puddle of water with every step, and took off your coat, hanging it on the radiator. You checked the time on the wall clock. 3:45am.

Your apartment was shit. Your landlord was shit. And everything was going to shit. The thunderstorm had been going on for days now. At first, you were coping, despite the power outage. But now apparently there’d been a leak in the building’s boiler room and your apartment had no heat at all for the past day and a half. It was far too cold to sleep, no matter how many fluffy blankets you had to hide under. So, in the midst of the night as you tossed and turned, you were struck with an idea. You could camp out at work. No, it wasn’t the most convenient of places and if your boss found out you’d most likely be fired but at least it had heat, and lighting, and at least you could catch a few hours of sleep before it opened for business.

Thankfully your hair wasn’t too wet to begin with, thanks to the hood on your coat, and as the front of the shop began to warm up, you were able to cozy up. The mismatched patterned rugs and the dim amber lights created the perfect, homely environment. There was a sofa in the back room which you contemplated sleeping on but it was torn and covered in suspicious looking stains, so you decided to just stay out front, take a chair down and sit at a table, resting your head against the oak wood.

There was no telling how long you were asleep for when you heard a loud thudding knock against the store door. You bolted up and your eyes snapped open as you tried to distinguish the silhouette who was standing behind the glass. All the lights in the shop were on which meant he could definitely see you, but the blackness of the night sky meant that you couldn’t make him out at all. You were struck with fear, cursing yourself for coming to the coffee shop in the first place. The figure continued to bang their fists against the door and your mind started to race as you wondered what to do.

They could be anyone. They could be a serial killer. Should you call the police? You tried to shake away your anxious thoughts, promising yourself that the chances of the silhouette being a mass murderer was slim-to-none.

"Hey! I see you in there! Please- please could you let me in? I'm f-ffffreezing." The voice was deep, masculine, and it didn't necessarily sound local. You almost wanted to stifle back laughter at how they drawled out the word 'freezing'. Feeling less afraid, but still hesitant, you slowly approached the door until you could get a clearer look at the person.

It was a man, and he was soaking wet. He was wearing denim jeans and a pale green shirt. Well, it looked like it was meant to be pale green, but the rain had darkened it considerably and it clung to his body uncomfortably. In his hand, he held a soggy map and a baseball cap. He looked up at you with big brown pleading eyes as if he was waiting for you to open the door. You'd be foolish to open the door to a stranger in the dead of night.

But of course, you opened it anyway, and he didn't move an inch. He continued to stand still at the door frame, staring at you. You were lost for words. Was he going to pounce on you? Attack you? You could just slam the door in his face and leave him out in the storm... that was always a possibility.

"May I come in, p-please?" he asked politely through a shiver, and your heart sank into the depths of your chest. There was no way a man as softly spoken as him was going to put you in any kind of danger, and you almost felt bad for assuming that he would. You nodded, quickly stepping out the way so he could come into the warmth of the coffee shop. You shut the door behind him. "Are you- are you open?" he asked. He couldn't tell if the shake in his voice was from the cold, or quite possibly nerves. What were the chances he'd find a coffee shop open at 4am, and a beautiful girl to let him in?

You furrowed your eyebrows together, checking the time on the wall clock before turning back to him. "It's just turned 4:15." you sighed as if that would answer his question.

"Right, I'm sorry, that was a dumb thing to say," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You hoped you hadn't come off as rude. "Thank you for letting me in."

He was dripping wet, literally. His dark brown hair was flat against his head but the tips began to curl into waves as the heat of the shop quickly got to it. You had so many questions. So many. But the fact he was still holding himself, shivering, distracted you just enough to ask your next question.

"Can I get you a coffee?" you questioned him before scrunching up his nose. A coffee at 4am was going to be the last thing he needed.

To your surprise, he answered yes.

You nodded in affirmation, giving him your best barista smile out of habit and padded around the coffee bar, turning on the machine. "Will take a sec to turn on," you explained as the man just stood there. "Uhm, what's your name?" you asked, taking a paper cup and a black permanent marker. This felt like something out of a fever dream. The stranger had been adorned with your presence for approximately three minutes now and you had only just asked for his name— because you were making him a damn coffee. Nothing about this situation was ordinary.

"Frankie." he smiled. His smile was so warm and comforting, you couldn't help but shoot him an even wider smile back. You didn't know if it was the dimly lit room in the dead of night, but his eyes had a sparkle in them which brought around a feeling of protection and safety. He was a stranger, but you already felt like he could trust you.

Frankie. And his name was just as sweet as sugar. Frankie. You imagined the way it rolled off your tongue so perfectly. A pretty name for a pretty boy. He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and you scrunched up your nose wondering how long the uncomfortable silence had lasted for. At least, you hoped it hadn’t have been uncomfortable. You gritted your teeth together and introduced yourself.

"Hey, that's a nice name." Frankie beamed, stalking over to the coffee bar and awkwardly shuffling to sit down at one of the stools.

"I was gonna say the same about yours." you giggled, trying your hardest to ignore the heat that flushed your cheeks.

"Really? It's short for Francisco." he explained as you held the paper cup under the espresso machine.

"Francisco," you hummed, liking the way that rolled off your tongue just as much as Frankie did. "It's cute," Now Frankie was blushing. "Do you have a sweet tooth?"

Frankie's gaze snapped to meet yours, his mind wandering elsewhere. "A sweet-? Ohhhh," he nodded knowingly when you held up an abundance of syrups in his direction. "You know, I've never tried coffee with syrup before. Afraid the guys will tease me for it." he muttered.

"The guys?" you beckoned further out of curiosity.

"Oh yeah uh- the guys I work with. My friends. I live with ’em too. Well like, not all of them. But Santi is my roommate- Santiago, I mean…" he rambled. You paused making his coffee, staring at him intently as the man you had just met began talking to you as if he's known you forever. He had such a friendly nature. "Sorry, am I blubbering?" he asked. "I don't normally get nervous- I mean, I'm not nervous, I just-"

You grinned ecstatically, shushing him. He looked up at you, the corners of his lips curled upwards and his chocolate coloured eyes wide, full of admiration. "So, how does a vanilla latte sound?" you chuckled.

Frankie nodded. "Delicious."

You pushed a few pumps of the vanilla syrup into the cup, stirring it around the espresso with a lollipop stick. You loved the smell, it was your favourite.

"Are you from round here?" you quizzed Frankie, hoping he wouldn't mind the questions. Small talk was part of your job as a barista, something you'd grown very much acquainted too, but after years of working here, he was the first customer who you were actually taking an interest in. Maybe it was his rugged handsome looks, or the fact fate had somehow brought you into the same coffee shop, at the same time during the same thunderous stormy night, but you had an urge to learn more about him.

"No I'm not," he started, holding up the soggy map. "I actually got lost. I'm here for work."

You took the dripping map from him and looked at it with a quirked eyebrow. "Don't you have the Maps app on your phone?"

"The what? Sorry, I'm not too good with technology," he brought his phone out his pocket and set it on the counter. "It's actually ran out of battery."

"Thankfully we have the same phone," you laughed, and Frankie's eyes lit up. "I should have a charger round the back. Where do you work?"

"Everywhere, really," Frankie shrugged. "I'm a pilot," The milk had finished steaming and you brought the jug away from the machine and back to the cup. Tipping the cup to its side, you practiced some experimental latte art. "How long have you worked here? I'm assuming you work here," he said awkwardly and you let out another laugh. "Well I had to check!" he laughed back, raising his hands defensively.

"Four years," you sighed. "Was supposed to just be a temp job to get me through my degree, help pay my tuition, but… you know, I'm still here."

Frankie nodded. "I get it. I used to do engineering stuff at some dodgy garage back in my hometown. I used the money to help me get through flight school but I was there way longer than I needed to be," Frankie told you and you nodded sadly. "But I'm glad you're here."

"You are?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"Well yeah!" he exclaimed cheerily. "If you weren't, who would be able to save me from this God-awful rainstorm."

You passed him his latte. His jaw dropped slightly when he saw the pattern you'd carefully construed with your jug of steamed milk. A heart. "I- wow," he said almost breathlessly.

"Do you like it?" you asked nervously, biting down on your lip. You hoped your attempt of a flirt didn't come across as too overbearing.

"Yes, I like it," he confirmed before clearing his throat and making direct eye contact with you. "I like it-a-latte."

After a momentary silence you burst into laughter, Frankie soon following. "You dork!" you smacked his arm playfully. Frankie swore your laugh was contagious, and he adored the way small crinkles in the corners of your eyes appeared. This man had made you smile so much in the past fifteen minutes, your cheeks were beginning to hurt.

Frankie took a sip of the hot beverage, before licking his lips and relishing the taste. "That's delicious." he moaned longingly before taking another sip. Your fingernails subconsciously began to graze at the wooden counter. His moans and hums of delight were like the sweetest melody you'd ever heard. You'd whip him up a thousand more vanilla lattes if you got to hear him make those noises more often.

Your smile dropped when you remembered he was still dripping, even his bare forearms had goose pimples. There was a man sitting before you in soaking wet clothes, and he was too shy to even mention it to you. "Is the coffee warming you up?" you asked with slight concern. He nodded gratefully, taking another sip. You were glad. "We might have a change of clothes out back. It'll be employee uniform but-"

"You wouldn't mind?" Frankie asked with gratitude.

"Of course not, let me go see what I can find."

You went to the back of the coffee shop, where it was a lot colder, darker and dingier. Rummaging through one of the plastic crates, you managed to find a pair of black pants and a maroon coloured polo shirt, both with the company logo embroidered into it. They looked to be about his size. You took a sniff, thanking the Lord they were clean. You brought them back out to Frankie.

"You have to wear this?" he asked with a slight gasp as he unfolded the shirt.

"Yeah, it's not the most attractive," you giggled. "Will it be okay?"

"It's perfect, thank you so much." Frankie stood up and went to take off his shirt.

"Oh- uhm-" you started, diverting your gaze immediately. You got a glimpse of his tummy and the little trail of hair between his belly button and the waistline of his underwear that was poking out above his jeans. He pulled his shirt back down and looked at you with doe-eyes. "There's a room out back if you'd feel more comfortable getting changed back there. You know, for like, privacy." you mumbled awkwardly.

Frankie nodded. "Thank you." he said graciously before following your finger that was pointing towards the backdoor.

He wasn't gone for long, maybe just a few minutes, but you couldn't help yourself from daydreaming about him. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander as you imagined him changing out of his sticky wet clothes and into the clothes you had provided for him. You thought about the shape of his arms, the curve in his bicep and the way his thighs might flex as he slides his legs into the pants. Maybe you were the one who needed a coffee to wake you up from these ridiculous thoughts.

When he returned, you were both back to laughing almost immediately. He did a little twirl, modelling the employee outfit. "It's cute! Suits you. You know if you ever get bored of that piloting thing…" you joked.

"I'll consider it, thanks," Frankie chuckled.

"Oh, you should take off your socks and I'll hang them next to my coat on the radiator. There's nothing worse than having wet feet." you recommended.

"You sure?" Frankie asked hesitantly, but already reaching down to untie his laces. You nodded your head. Noticing his hair was still wet, you grabbed a small tea towel from one of the cupboards.

"You should dry your hair too," you told him, passing him the towel. Your urge to care for him was almost maddening. "So you don't catch a cold."

"W-would you?" Frankie asked awkwardly.

"You want me to dry your hair for you?"

Frankie nodded— and how could you possibly refuse him?

“How come you aren’t wearing your hat?” you quizzed, gesturing aimlessly towards the discarded baseball cap on the table.

“Well I like this hat. Didn’t want it to get wet.” he chuckled. You gently let the towel tangle in his dark brown locks of hair, making a conscious effort to massage his scalp. He closed his eyes. "F-feels so good…" there was that elicit moan again. You didn't say a word, continuing to gently rub the towel into his hair. This whole night definitely felt like a fever dream.

The hours that went by felt like mere minutes as you and Frankie talked and laughed and messed around. Five cups of coffee later, and you were both practically bouncing off the walls, full of energy. You had clicked instantly and learned that you both had so much in common with each other.

He was charmed by you, entranced even. If your beauty wasn't enough, he admired your endearing personality and how you were so thoughtful and passionate with everything you did. From the latte art to drying his hair for him, he thought you were the most perfect girl he had ever met.

You could say the exact same about him. You didn't want the night to end. In fact, you wanted to spend every waking moment with him. You learned a lot about him too. He was ex-military, divorced, with a two year old daughter that he couldn't help but gush about. He showed you a photograph of her that he kept in his wallet and she was the spitting double of Frankie, with big dark eyes and curly brown hair.

By morning, the storm had ended and the golden sun had risen. The birds were tweeting and the roads slowly started to get busy in preparation for the day ahead.

The cuckoo wall clock made a disrupting noise as the handle struck 9am. "Oh shoot," you gasped, standing up. "We're officially open for business! Uh- I gotta go get dressed for work so I'll be as quick as I can. Just- just wait here." you told Frankie in a hurried rush before whisking yourself to the back of the store.

You didn't even give Frankie a chance to reply. He sat there, at the table, nursing his fifth vanilla latte. You hadn't been gone long at all when the doorbell jingled, signifying that the coffee shop had gotten its first customer of the day. Frankie abruptly stood up, his eyes going comically wide as he spun around on his heel, ready to address the customer.

It was a tall, broad shouldered businessman with dark blonde hair holding a briefcase. His mismatched patterned tie and pocket square was enough to make Frankie cringe as he sauntered into the coffee shop with tired eyes. "The usual." he muttered.

Frankie furrowed his eyebrows together. "Hey, I recognise you from somewhere…" he trailed off, thinking of where he might've seen the man before. Frankie figured he was just being hyper-aware, considering he wasn't even from round here.

"You must be new," the customer grumbled. "Three shot espresso black coffee, extra hot, extra wet, no sugar or sweetener or anything like that." His words were very stern and demanding.

Frankie couldn't help but emit a small, helpless gasp when he remembered he was dressed in employee uniform. It certainly looked like he worked in the coffee shop, but the truth was, he hadn't operated one of these extravagant machines in his life. He might know how to do helicopter repairs but this was brand new to him. And what the hell did 'extra hot' and 'extra wet' mean? The businessman sighed, tapping at his gold wristwatch impatiently.

"Chop chop," he said rudely. "I don't have all day." Frankie frowned at his comment before sauntering behind the coffee bar, looking at all the different machines around him. He took a deep breath. Taking a paper cup, he requested the businessman's name. "Really? I know you know my name," the man snarled. “Or do you need me to do the thing?”

“What thing?” Frankie quizzed back feeling genuine bewilderment. The man took a deep breath and pointed his finger, but before he could say anything you returned from the back to the front of the shop just in time. "Ah!" Frankie called excitedly, taking your hand and pulling you behind the counter with him. "We have our first customer of the day!" he exclaimed with a fake enthusiasm through gritted teeth. The businessman slowly dropped his ring clad hand back down to his side and huffed in annoyance.

You wanted to laugh. Frankie was so adorable. Frankie's brown eyes flicked nervously between you and the businessman as he passed you the paper cup.

"Just the usual?" you asked the businessman politely, already writing his name down on the cup. Frankie assumed he must've been a regular.

"Obviously." he rolled his eyes.

"How come you didn't send your assistant for your morning coffee?" you asked.

"You know I don't care for small talk." the businessman sighed before pulling out his wallet.

"Right, sorry, that'll be four dollars please." you apologised quickly. He tapped his black company credit card against the reader and you passed him his triple shot espresso. He left without even muttering a thank you.

"What a jackass," Frankie whispered, intensely staring at the man long after he left the shop. He slipped into the back passenger seat of a car which quickly drove away.

"Believe me, I'm used to it. There's plenty of customers who are like that." you explained, making sure all the machines were switched on and ready for the day.

"Well you shouldn't have to be," Frankie sighed, shaking his head. "I should probably go," he shrugged. You nodded your head understandingly. Frankie went to the back of the shop to collect his clothes. "Thanks for everything." Frankie smiled. He really didn't want to leave but he knew he had to eventually.

"Of course." you returned the smile. You found yourself fumbling with the stack of napkins. He hadn't even left the coffee shop and you already missed him. Frankie nodded and headed towards the door. He opened it and turned to you one last time.

"By the way, what does 'extra hot' and 'extra wet' mean?" he asked, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his comment. Frankie loved hearing you laugh, and he loved the way that he was the person who could make you laugh.

Picking up the black permanent marker, you scribbled your phone number on a napkin. "Give me a call and find out?" you suggested, handing him your number with a small but flirty smile. Frankie's cheeks reddened and his heart felt fuzzy.

"O-okay," he waved. "I'll speak to you soon. Have a good day at work."

"See ya, Frankie." you smiled one last time.

That was, by far, one of the best nights you had ever had.

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nekoabiwrites · 4 years

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The 5 Times Patton Tripped and the 1 Time Patton Fell (In Love)

Happy borthday @midnightsdarkangel!!!

AU: Human Pairing: Moxiety Words: 3704 Warnings: Lots of tripping, brief mentions of pain. Anything else, please let me go.

Summary: Patton falls over a lot; always has, always will. But while he was used to it, that didn’t mean his new roommate and friend would immediately be okay with it.

Patton had always been clumsy. Ever since he was young, he’d been covered in so many little scrapes and bruises that his mother fondly nicknamed him ‘Dalmatian’. It continued well into his adult life and was just his normal; not once did he step out of his home without a plaster covering some sort of scratch. However, just because he was used to tripping so often, didn’t mean that everyone was used to seeing him falling to the ground.

It always happened in an instant. One second, he was upright and just fine. The next, his face was planted on the ground and something was stinging. Patton would simply laugh it off, pick himself up and continue on with his day. However, when he fell in front of his new roommate, Patton didn’t know that he wasn’t going to let it go so easily.

“Patton, oh my god. Are you okay? Are you hurt? That looked like it hurt a lot. Do you need help? What happened, oh god.” Virgil rambled in a single breath, falling to the ground beside his new friend.

Patton pushed himself up onto his knees, brushing the dirt off his hands. “I’m fine, I promise. Just a little fall, nothing big. I’m used to it.” He reassured him, though did wince slightly as the grazed skin moved in his attempt to stand. Patton went to brush the dirt from his leg, but Virgil’s hand gripped his wrist tightly before he could even get close.

“Don’t! You’ll get more dirt in it! There’s a bench a little down the street. Come sit. I’ll clean it. I have water in my backpack and some wipes, probably some tissues too.” The emo dragged Patton towards the bench as he continued to rattle off words. Patton didn’t have it in him to turn his friend down, so he simply did as he was told.

As Virgil was swinging his backpack over to unzip it, Patton glanced back to where he had pretty much made out with the pavement. He found that it was pretty flat, none of the stone were too out of place and made an obvious Patton-Hazard. Nothing around the area was showing as something that would be at fault either.

“Ow!” Patton yelped, flinching away from the damp tissue Virgil held.

“Sorry, but we need to get the dirt out…”

“Oh no, it’s okay! I didn’t mean to do that! I just wasn’t expecting it.” Patton reassured, relaxing more and giving Virgil his full attention. He still cringed when the damp tissue pressed against the graze, but Patton did his best not to worry his roommate even more.

Eventually, Virgil crumpled the tissue up in his fist and dropped the bottle back into his backpack, “It’s the best I can do for now. We should probably get back and put something over it though. Just to be safe. I’m gonna go put this in the bin over there, back in a sec.”

Patton nodded and went to stand back up, but something moving out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Patton looked down at his feet, blinked for a moment and then sighed, “I swear my shoelaces were tied before… that was probably it.” He reached down to tie them again, but a sudden incredulous voice had him looking up.

“Are you serious? You think you tripped on your shoelaces?” Virgil asked, his eyes wide.

Patton shrugged, “I mean, yeah. I’ve done it loads of times. They just never wanna stay tied.” He pointed at the laces of his shoes and wagged his finger at them, as though he were a father scolding his child.

“Oh my god…” Virgil dropped to sit next to Patton on the bench, “Are you for real?”

The pastel-coloured man sat back up, finally having his laces sorted. He tilted his head in confusion, patting his body down, “Um, well… I think so?”

Virgil learnt quickly that Patton had a very special relationship with gravity. It seemed like it wanted nothing more than to have Patton be as horizontal as possible. He’d learnt that Patton had issues with walking on uneven surfaces, even surfaces… just generally walking anywhere. Patton’s biggest enemy, though, was stairs.

So, when they went to see a movie with some friends and they had to climb the steps to get to their seats, Virgil was already counting down the seconds until disaster.

Their two friends went first, making it up to the seats with absolutely no issues, as most normal people did. Virgil gestured for Patton to go up before him, just so he could see if and when his roommate was going to fall down. He counted each step.

One. Two.

It was going fine. He was halfway there. Maybe today was a good day and the universe would leave Patton alone.

Six. Seven. Ei-

Never mind.

The fall was spectacular. Since Patton was holding a full bucket of popcorn and his natural reaction was to throw his arms out to cushion the blow, the sound and sight of the snack falling all around him really made it look more dramatic than it was.

Virgil quickly hopped up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He crouched by Patton, offering a hand to help him to his feet. Patton got back up and looked down at the popcorn all around them, a slight wobble to his lower lip as the guilt punctured his heart.

Patton turned to his roommate, “I’m so sorry, Virgil.” He whispered, clearly trying not to let tears roll down his cheeks, “I shouldn’t have held that. I knew I was gonna fall. I just wasted it all.” He suddenly gasped and tried to push past to make his way back down the floor, but Virgil stopped him and steered the man into his seat. “Virge! Let me go! I need to go tell someone!”

“No.” Virgil responded firmly, pushing his own popcorn bucket into Patton’s grip, “That’s why I got two. And I’ll go find someone. You stay here. Logan, make sure he stays.” When their friend nodded, Virgil turned on his heel and sped back down the stairs. He quickly located the nearest usher, let them know what happened and made his way back to his screen. The lights had dimmed, and the adverts had started to play, so Virgil creeped back up the stairs and slipped into his seat beside Patton. Before he’d even had the chance to relax, a pair of hands gripped his hoodie sleeve.

Patton looked to be right on the edge of crying when Virgil turned to look at him. “Virgil, did you find someone? Is everything okay?” He whined pathetically, sniffling like a hurt child.

“Yes, I did. They said they clean it once the movie’s over. No one was mad.” Virgil whispered back, awkwardly patting Patton’s hands to try and be reassuring. After Patton smiled softly and turned back to looking at the screen, Virgil let out a silent breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“Virgil! Virgil! Come out here! Look, look!”

Virgil groaned and forced himself to sit up in bed. He checked the time on his phone, only to find it was around 8am, far too early for Virgil to be awake. But, the constant happy squealing noises from outside his room forced his hand and he slid out from under the covers, exiting his room in a sleepy haze, “What?” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“PUPPY!” Patton held the dog up to Virgil’s face, causing the emo to yell suddenly in surprise and take a step back. “Sorry, I got really excited.” Patton had a light blush to his cheeks, but his grin still remained as large as ever as he petted the small animal.

“Right… um, so… why is there a dog here? You didn’t, like, get one without telling me, right?” Virgil tentatively asked, trying his best to hurt his incredibly sweet and cute roommate’s.

“Well…” Patton swayed back and forth, trying to pick his words carefully, “My mum’s friend is out of town for a bit and she needed someone to look after her dog. She asked my mum, but my mum is really busy and already has two dogs that she can just about look after and they don’t really like other dogs. And, well, long story short, I kinda said I could look after the dog for a while… and now she’s… here?” Patton offered with a sheepish grin.

Virgil looked between Patton and the dog for a moment, his sleep-addled brain trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t embarrassing. He eventually just shrugged and turned back to go into his room, “Whatever, just make sure it doesn’t destroy anything. I’m going back to bed.”

Patton let out a high-pitched squeal of happiness, “You’re the best, Virgil! I’ll make sure that she’s good!” He called out as the door shut behind his roommate, not allowing him to see the light blush the compliment put upon the emo’s cheeks.

A few uneventful days passed by with Patton fussing over the dog every second of every hour while Virgil awkwardly listened from either in his room or from the couch. It seemed like everything was going just perfectly. But then…

A loud squeal and yelp sounded, with several more noises that struck fear into the emo following shortly after. Virgil jumped to his feet, wrenched open the door and practically threw himself out into the living room. “PATTON?! Are you alright?!” His gaze trained downwards to the man sat on the ground before him, with the dog cautiously approaching him again.

Patton rubbed his butt while he smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t see her down there. I just fell back after I felt her on my foot. I’m okay!” As he started to collect up his belongings that had fallen from his grip, the dog had seemingly deemed Patton safe and started to jump up to lick his face again. It distracted him enough to drop his things back to the floor and just be reduced to pure giggles.

Virgil let out a sigh of relief and moved across the room to pick up Patton’s stuff, “Next time, just don’t carry so much crap with you. I don’t need another heart attack like that, okay?”

Patton nodded, holding the dog in his arms with a wide grin and shining eyes, as though he had the best life he could possibly ask for and hadn’t just fallen on his ass a few minutes ago. The sight had Virgil’s world stopping dead for a moment. Just enough for him to commit it to memory.

“And you tell me that my room is a mess…” Virgil quipped as he opened the door to his roommate’s bedroom.

“It’s not that bad!” Patton protested with a huff. He’d taken a few steps in and turned to stare at Virgil with a pout. It was hard enough to see where his feet were as there was a pile of clothes just in front of him, as well as other piles of random objects around the rest of the floor space. It had clearly been like this for a long time, as there seemed to be something akin to pathways running between the mess – going from the bed to the desk to the door to the window.

“Uh huh… sure.” Virgil carefully took his first steps into Patton’s room. “So, what was it you needed help with?” He asked, peering at all the pictures that littered the shelves closest to the door.

“Oh right!” Patton spun on his toes and wandered over to the tallest bookshelf, “Can you help me reach up there?” He pointed to the very top, “Something accidentally got up there and I can’t quite reach by myself…”

“I mean, I can try.” Virgil cautiously stepped around the rest of the mess and joined Patton just in front of the bookshelf. “How do you wanna do this? I’m not exactly that much taller than you. I could… maybe… try and lift you up to reach it, or something…”

Patton gasped, his eyes lighting up, “That’s perfect!” He grabbed Virgil’s arms and tugged him closer, “I didn’t even think of that!”

Virgil opened his mouth to ask how else he was supposed to help but thought better of it. He crouched down a little and wrapped his arms tightly around Patton’s legs, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yup! I’m ready!” Both Patton’s hands were ready on Virgil’s shoulders, in case he needed to steady himself.

Carefully and slowly, Virgil stood, lifting his roommate up in the air. Patton’s grip on his shoulders was tight, but not entirely uncomfortable. It was a bit of a shock that Patton was as light as he was, and that Virgil was as strong as he was. Neither expected this to go so well. Patton, with a moment of hesitation, managed to reach up on top of the bookshelf and feel around for the missing object. The moment his hand came in contact with it, he gasped, “I got it!” He grabbed a hold of it tightly and pulled it close to his chest. At the same pace, Virgil dropped him back to the ground and let him go.

It was only once they’d fully parted that Virgil got a chance to see what it was.

“I’m afraid to ask why that stuffed cat was on top of the bookshelf, but I’m apparently too stupid to keep my mouth shut.” Virgil cocked his head, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Patton blushed and clutched the plush toy tighter, “It was an accident… We were dancing and just, all of a sudden, he went flying…”

“Dancing?”

“Yeah! Like this!”

Patton started to slow dance, holding the cat’s paw in his hand as though it was his dance partner. He twirled around the room, humming to himself. It was a little silly, but ultimately endearing. At least, it was for a while.

Somehow, a rogue bottle rolled into the space Patton was dancing in and got under his feet. In the moments he was going down, Patton’s eyes widened in fear and he reached out for the closest thing to try and keep himself upright. Unfortunately, the object he grabbed a hold of was not steady enough and both of them fell to the ground. Patton let out a pained squeak and shut his eyes tight as his head hit the floor, the blow only somewhat cushioned by the mess beneath it.

“Owww…” he whined, going to reach up to rub his head. It was stopped by something sorta squishy yet still firm. Patton’s brow furrowed as his hand grasped a hold of whatever it was that was in his way and his eyes opened, only to be met with a familiar pair of eyes underlined with dark eyeshadow. “Virgil…?”

The emo’s face was a deep red as his blush spread across his face. He opened and closed his mouth several times, his eyes darting between Patton’s face and the hand that was curled around his forearm. Eventually, Virgil managed to croak out a few words, though they were no louder than a whisper, “You… you okay?”

Patton muttered a gentle “yeah”, as he seemed to almost forget where he was, staring up into Virgil’s eyes. They seemed to be getting closer, but Patton couldn’t say if he was seeing things or not. They’d eventually get off the floor and have a long chat, but for now, this was fine. The pain was gone too.

Over time, Virgil had done everything he could to make sure anything that was a trip hazard was either removed or given more height. It did mean that the rug they had was now pretty much glued to the floor at the edges and the coffee table was like a mini dining table, but less injuries were far more beneficial.

Virgil was relaxing on the couch, watching some show for the umpteenth time while scrolling through his phone absent-mindedly. In the kitchen, he could hear the sound of the oven and dishwasher – both of which Virgil had been supervising helping with since Patton almost toppled over or walked into them whilst loading them up. Thankfully, they happened on separate occasions, but it was enough to have Virgil’s anxiety going crazy if Patton was alone in the kitchen too long. His roommate was currently in his room, on the phone with his family. It was a calm afternoon, something Virgil needed.

After a while, Patton’s phone call ended and he practically skipped out into the living area, ready to greet his roommate. He’d only gotten so far as to open his mouth, when his foot caught on his other and he went plummeting to the ground.

Thankfully, he’d been close to the couch when his feet got all tangled together.

Patton’s landing was cushioned by Virgil’s hands and his face pretty much ended up directly in the emo’s lap. His cheeks flushed a soft pink as he raised his head to smile up at the man on the couch, “Whoops, sorry about that…” However, Patton didn’t move from the position – other than tucking his legs under himself so he was more comfortable. His head rested back down onto Virgil’s lap and Patton relaxed, one of the hands that had caught him now gently running through his hair.

Virgil let out a playful sigh, “What are we gonna do with you?”

“Hmm, I dunno. Sure you’ll figure it out though.” Patton reached up and interlocked his fingers with Virgil’s free hand, pulling it close enough that he could place a soft kiss upon the metal band.

“You might be a lost cause, but we’ve got plenty of time to find that out…” Virgil’s voice was low as he looked down at the man resting in his lap, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

Patton was positively giddy with excitement. He’d not been able to stop smiling since the moment he woke up. His day had been absolutely magical, something he’d treasure for years to come. He felt stunning in his gorgeous, tailor-made white dress with flowing long sleeves and soft makeup, all complimented wonderfully by his partner’s darker tastes as they stood side-by-side.

Finally, he was in his partner’s arms, slowly swaying to the music. Nothing over-the-top, no spinning or twirling, no choreography – much to their friends’ dismay and frustration - just a sweet moment for a sweet couple. At least, that was what Patton thought was going to happen.

All of a sudden, his hand was grasped tightly, and three words were whispered into his ear.

“Hold on tight.”

Patton had no time to even ask what that meant before he heard the song change and he was spun out and back in. He could only laugh in surprise, when he caught the playful glint in Virgil’s eyes and they both started to dance with more purpose. It was still far from choreographed, but it didn’t matter to them.

Patton’s smile had widened into a grin as he continued to laugh. Once more, as the end of the song approached, he was spun out and back, but this time he felt his weight tipping backwards. He squealed in shock, reaching up for Virgil with his free hand and grabbing a hold of his shoulder. Patton didn’t even reach the floor, however. Instead, he felt his weight being supported by Virgil’s arm beneath him.

“Gotcha.” Virgil said quietly with a grin. His partner burst into giggles and Virgil returned him upright, wrapping him in a loose hug.

“That wasn’t fair, Virge!” Patton jokingly chastised his new husband as they took their seats at the head table with the rest of their wedding party.

Virgil simply shrugged, “You’d fall at some point today anyway. Why not get a head start?”

“Virgil!” Patton whispers, lightly tapping against his arm with the back of his hand causing them both to smile at each other.

Later, once the speeches had concluded and food had been served, Virgil was looking over to his now-husband. He’d been under strict instruction from Patton’s mother to keep as close to Patton as he could for the duration of the wedding and reception, in order to save him if he tripped over. Not only to avoid him any embarrassment, but also save the pristine white dress from any dirt so the pictures would look good. But, it was bound to happen at some point during the reception. Patton was going to find some way to end up falling over and he would probably scuff the dress up a little bit. Patton would immediately feel so awful about ruining it, even if it could just be dry-cleaned later. So, Virgil had concocted a plan.

He purposefully grabbed his drink with more force than necessary, causing a few drops to spill over the edge and at least one tiny splotch to appear on Patton’s dress. Virgil gasped exaggeratedly in order to grab Patton’s attention, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Patton. I spilt my drink on your dress…”

Patton looked down and noticed the little mark, “You didn’t. It’s just a tiny little mark, it’ll be fine!” He cheerily reassured his partner, who shook his head.

“No, no… I really did ruin it. It’s no longer… perfect. I’m so sorry.” Virgil emphasised that it was his fault.

The cogs clicked in place and Patton’s expression slowly turned to one of understanding, “Ohhh…” he breathed out as his smile returned, “Well, it’s still okay. No harm done to either of us, right?” Patton winked unsubtly.

“Yeah, no harm at all.” Virgil pressed a kiss to Patton’s cheek before returning to his food.

Patton couldn’t help but stare at his husband for a moment. This man had gone from fretting and worrying about Patton’s little falls and trips to making sure that Patton wouldn’t be upset with the consequences of a little stumble on their wedding day. It was enough to make him fall all over again, and this fall wasn’t one he’d ever want to pick himself up from.

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blushie14 · 4 years

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Jealousy [Skephalo]

I felt like actually trying to write something today. This time, I didn't improvise for 20 minutes. This features a jealous Skeppy who has recently moved in with a certain someone... Hope you enjoy! :P

Oh my god, no. I am not. This is not happening right now. Zak cringes at himself, wondering how his feelings got him roped into this kind of situation.

Zak has been Darryl's roommate for a couple of weeks now, and it's probably one of the best decisions he ever made. Darryl as a roommate is amazing and so much fun to have around. Their friendship has gotten a lot stronger as they grew closer. It made Zak really happy, and yet really REALLY anxious.

Zak didn't want to admit it, but he knows that he really likes Darryl. As he spent more time around him, his crush for his best friend has only gotten stronger. Zak figures that Darryl would never reciprocate those feelings, so he tries his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach whenever they interact. It hurts a little, but it's for the sake of their friendship. He can usually hide those feelings with ease.

But apparently, that's not the case at all today.

Zak is sitting on the couch, glaring in slight annoyance at what's next to him. He's been trying to get Darryl's attention for the past couple minutes, but it's proven to be difficult. He's been cooing at his little rat for the past hour and every time he'd try to talk to him, he would only give short responses and go back to smooching his dog. Zak groans, embarrassed while thinking to himself. I can't believe I'm feeling like this all because of a dog. This is so stupid, I'm being an idiot!

Darryl giggles as Rat covers his face in slobber. "Heehee! Awww! I love you! I love youuuu!" Zak's face slightly flushes as he pouts, suppressing the urge to scowl. Darryl looked up at Zak and notices his facial expression. "You doing alright, Zak?" Zak's eyes widen as he turned away to hide the fact that his face was getting redder, panicking a bit before giving an answer.

"Uh- I-I'm bored! I think I'm gonna stream in a minute. Wanna join me?" Darryl's eyes perk up, "Oooh! Of course you fatty, I'll join you!" He picks Rat up to his face and smiles. "I'll hop on to Minecraft in a sec." He nuzzles his dog's nose, "I'm taking this little cutie right here with me! Yes I am!" Zak twitched as he forced a smile and a laugh, "Hahaha, yeah..." He quickly stands up, "I'm just gonna go to my room and.. set up."

Darryl raises an eyebrow as Zak hurries to his room. Shrugging, he picks up his dog and goes to his own room to get ready.

The stream has been going on for over an hour and currently they were doing a 1v1 bed wars. Right now, the score is tied and whoever wins next takes it all. Zak would love to settle the score once and for all, but....

"Aww thank you for the kisses! I love you! Yes I do! Yes I dooo!" Zak felt his eye twitch as he growls under his breath. He decided to look at his chat.

AWWWW!

Bad you're so cute oh my god.

❤RAT SUPPORT❤

"Baaaaaad! Are we going to finish this game or not?!" Darryl raised a brow again, sensing a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Hold your muffins Skeppy!" He giggled, "I think Rat wants to go for a walk."

Zak muted his mic as he covers his face and lets a groan of frustration out. "Alright. Skeppy, Imma head out for a moment. I need to take her for walksies. Okay?" Zak unmutes his mic and giggles a bit, "Walksies?" "Yehes, walksies!" Zak rolled his eyes and smiled, "Okay! Okay, just go so that you could hurry back!" "Alright! Relax you muffin head! I'll be right back." Darryl and his dog walk out of the room. Zak stays silent for a moment until he lets out a frustrated sigh and smiles. "Oh my god he triggers me so much sometimes."

He laughs as he continues on with his mini rant with a smile. "I love dogs as much as the next guy and his dog is absolutely adorable, but Bad is really getting on my nerves. Ahaha! You guys should've seen him! He's cute and all, but he was barely paying any attention to me for the entire day!" Zak continued rambling until he slowly came to a stop. He processed and realized what he said out loud... on stream.

HOLY SHIT HE'S JEALOUS!

SKEPPY IS JELLY! AAAAAA <3

SERIOUSLY!? OVER A DOG?! LMAO

SOMEONE CLIP THIS AND SEND IT TO BAD!

Oh no, he even has webcam on. They can probably see how red his face is right now! Before the chat could freak out any more than it already has, Zak abruptly ended the stream. He has one hand on his face and the other on his chest as he tries to calm down. "...Shit."

"Oh my goodness Skeppy, did you do something?" Darryl muttered under his breath, coming back from walking Lucy. He is looking at his phone blowing up with notifications from Twitter. Opening the door he was surprised to see Zak sitting on the couch. "Oh hey, um. What's going on? Why aren't you in your room?" Zak slightly looked away from him, "I ended the stream." "Wait what?" Is this why my Twitter is blowing up? "Aww, but I didn't even get to say goodbye to everyone. Why did you end without me?" Zak crosses his arms a bit, "Just.. didn't feel like streaming." Okay, that's it. "Zak, you're acting weird."

"Wh- I'm acting weird?! You're weird! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not acting weird!" Darryl observes Zak for a moment. He looks... nervous? He decides to look at Twitter for answers, something must've happened. In the meantime, he also brings up everything else that's been going on.

"Yes, you are! You've been acting strange all day! This afternoon, you couldn't stop staring at me with Rat. Then, during the stream you sounded annoyed every time I talked to Rat. And now, you're acting like a muffin! And oh my goodness why is my phone-" Darryl cut off as he stares at his phone wide eyed as he looked through all the messages saying the exact same thing. "...Bad?"

"I love dogs as much as the next guy-" "WAIT BAD NO! DON'T LISTEN TO IT!"

Zak tries to grab his phone away, but to no avail as Darryl puts it out of his reach.

"He's cute and all, but he was barely paying any attention to me for the entire day!"

Darryl's face heats up after hearing the clip. His mind processes what he heard and what he knows, and put the pieces together. Zak stood still, face turning red. "D-Darryl, it's not what you-" "Were you actually..." Giggles start to pour out from him. "You were jealous of my dog?!" "nO I WASN'T!" Zak's voice cracked which only made Darryl start to have a laughing fit.

Zak swore that his stomach did a flip. Too flustered to even look at him, he hides his face in his hoodie sleeves, lightly laughing because of his friend cracking up. "Oh my god, shut up!" Darryl tried to muffle his own laughter but to no avail. "I'm so- I'm sorryheeheeHA!" Zak whined feeling his face heat up even more in embarrassment. "I'm done. I'm so done. I'm walking away from you now." "Nononono wait! Wahahait!" Darryl wraps Zak into a hug as his giggles die down.

"Oh my goodness, that was adorable." Zak let out a muffled groan. "No it wasn't, it was so stupid!" Darryl grins and took a moment to look at the small boy hiding his face against his shoulder. It's so rare for him to ever see Zak like this. He wanted it to last a little longer. "Awe... I'm sorry I made you jealous geppy." He chuckled, gently cupped Zak's face in his hands, and said in the most sincere voice he could muster. "You know you'll always be my little muffin."

And Zak thought he couldn't be flustered more than he already is.

Zak froze as he was left speechless. Staring into his green eyes, he feels like his own heart was going to leap out of his chest. Darryl slightly looks away from him, suddenly nervous about Zak's silence, face turning pink from embarrassment. "U-Um.. Zak? I-I really-"

Darryl yelped as he was suddenly tackled onto the couch. Zak started to laugh as he trapped him in his arms. "Skeppy! Let go of me!" He only laughed more at the fact his minecraft name was used. "No, and you can't make me badboyhalo!" Darryl tried to escape from his clutches, but nope he's definitely stuck here. "Dang it Zak, why?!" Zak leaned in closer to his chest and mumbled, "If I'm your muffin, that means you're also mine, and I'm not letting go."

He could feel Darryl's heartbeat speed up. Zak beamed brightly as he heard Darryl become a flustered stuttering mess. "I-I Za- Wh- I-... ohmygoodness." Zak giggled as Darryl sighed and also wrapped his arms around him. He chuckled to himself. What did I get myself into?

Hours has passed and it's in the middle of the night. The small dog walked into the living room and wagged her tail at the sight. Her owner and her new friend were sleeping on the couch together. Their arms were still slightly wrapped around each other. She hopped onto the couch, finding a spot beside them, made herself comfortable, and drifted to sleep.

#badboyhalo #skeppy #skephalo #my writing #fanfiction #aaaaa I should do this more often :>#if you made it to the end i love you <3 #rat is best girl

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soundofseventeen · 4 years

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Can I Have This Dance? Pt. 7 (Kwon Soonyoung)

Onto part 7! Only 2 parts left to go! I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy!! Make sure you’re getting lots of rest! 💛

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You sat on the bench, watching the water flow by. You weren’t sure why the water helped you clear your thoughts, but it did. You just watched it as it moved downstream, some of it trying to kick up on the shore.

You couldn’t figure out what you did wrong. What you did that made him not want to be with you. You had been together for years, and now all of a sudden he says he needs to get serious about his love life? Was it not serious? Was what you had all just a joke to him?

You were just so angry. How could he do this to you? You thought you were happy, and now he was just pretending this whole time? Why would he do that to you? What was the point? To mess with your heart? You knew you didn’t entirely fit in with his family and his friends but you thought that didn’t matter to him.

Through all the anger you felt, another feeling kept breaking through.

You felt like the smallest person in the entire world.

He said you weren’t enough. Was he right? Were you enough? If you weren’t enough for him, would you be enough for anyone? What if every relationship you had ended like this, with the other person realizing that you weren’t enough for them and just tossing everything to the side. You were terrified at the thought, getting so close to someone only to find out they don’t really care after all.

You sighed, looking at your phone. You should probably turn it on. You had turned it off this morning after you called into work, not wanting to be bothered by anyone. You just weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone. You also realized you should probably check what time it was so you could get home at your normal time. You didn’t want to make Jiwoo suspicious.

“Y/N?” You heard as you picked up your phone, seeing a little old man looking at you.

“Oh, hi Mr. Lee.” You said, putting a small smile on your face.

“What are you doing here? They told me you were home sick at the shop this morning.” He said, sitting down next to you.

“Oh… I just… I have a lot going on and needed to take a day.” You said, looking at him.

“Ah.” That was all Mr. Lee said, looking out at the river. “You know my wife used to love walking up and down this river.”

“Really?” You asked. Mr. Lee nodded, letting out a little hum.

“Sometimes I come here for her. I think it makes her feel better that someone is still here.” He looked at you. “I take it you’re missing someone?” You blinked at him, then exhaled.

“Sort of.” You said, looking back at the river. “I was with this guy for a few years and he kind of… ended it yesterday.”

“Hm.” Mr. Lee said.

“The whole thing just kind of makes me feel… Stupid.” You admitted, Mr. Lee nodding.

“Y/N, I’ve known you a few years, yeah?” He said, you looking at him and nodding your head. “Then I think it’s safe to say you’re not the stupid one here.”

“I don’t know about that.” You muttered, looking back at the river.

“I do. And I think he agrees.” Mr. Lee said, pointing down the path. Your eyes widened, turning towards where he was pointing, fully expecting to see Daeho.

You stopped when you saw Soonyoung walking down the path, heading right towards you, looking… relieved?

“Oh, no that’s not-” You started to say, Mr. Lee getting up.

“Trust me, dear.” He said, starting to walk away. “I think I’m going to visit my wife. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He waved a hand, causing you to chuckle a bit. What an odd little old man.

“Y/N!” Your attention turned back to Soonyoung, who was now in front of you. “Are you alright? I’ve been trying to call you.” You looked back at your phone, starting to feel bad. As you looked back at Soonyoung, you remembered you had plans with him today.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry…” You said, turning your phone on.

“Why did you have your phone off?” He asked, looking at you. Your little guilt bubble just grew as you saw the voicemails and messages come in. Due to the emotions you already felt right now, that little bubble growing seemed to push you to the edge and a tear fell from your cheek. Soonyoung crouched in front of you, concern on his face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” You said, wiping your cheek. “I swear it’s nothing, you don’t have to worry about-”

“Y/N.” Soonyoung said, making you look at him. “I’m already worried. What’s going on?”

You don’t know if it was the concern in his voice or the look on his face, but you broke all over again. Before you could stop it, everything came spilling out to him. Everything from the dance to the family judging you to you not being enough to Daeho officially ending things. Once you started, you just had to get to the end before you could finish crying. Soonyoung sat and listened the whole time, eventually moving from crouched in front of you to sitting next to you on the bench.

Eventually you ran out of words, and it was just you and Soonyoung sitting on the bench, you still lightly crying and him with an arm around you, soothingly rubbing your arm. You both just sat like that for a bit, watching the water go by. You had to admit, this was a little nicer to be here with someone rather than just by yourself.

“I’m sorry.” You eventually muttered, Soonyoung looking at you. “For just… rambling like that and for turning my phone off today and forgetting we had plans…”

“Y/N, it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re alright.” He said, letting out a sigh, a thought crossing his mind. “Have… Have you been sitting here all day?”

“Kind of…” You admitted.

“So you haven’t… You haven’t eaten or anything today?” You thought about it for a second, now realizing you were a bit hungry…

“I ate before I left this morning…”

“Okay.” Soonyoung said, standing up. You looked at him as he held a hand out to you. “I’m taking you to get food and then taking you home.”

“Soonyoung, I-”

“Y/N, you need to eat something and Jiwoo is probably already heading a search party for you. Which reminds me…” He pulled out his phone, dialing a number and holding it to his ear. “Jiwoo! Yeah, I found her. Yes, she’s okay. Look, I’m going to get her something to eat and then bring her home, okay?” He listened for a second, nodding his head. “Yeah, see you soon.” He then hung up, holding a hand back out for you. “Alright, let’s go.”

You looked at the hand for a second, before letting out a sigh and placing your own hand in his, letting him pull you up and lead you down the path.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Jiwoo all but attack hugged you as you walked through the door, the two of you crashing lightly into Soonyoung.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, causing Jiwoo to let go of you and smack your arm, you looking at her in alarm. “Ow?”

“You have some explaining to do!” She shouted, you taken back a bit. Jiwoo never got angry. As you backed up a bit, Soonyoung stopped you by putting a hand on your back.

“Wait, I thought you had to work?” You said, Jiwoo just huffing.

“Well, I called in once I found out my best friend and roommate was missing! This was kind of a lot more important! So what the hell were you thinking?!”

“Jiwoo…” Soonyoung said, but she just held up a finger.

“No, okay? She does not get to disappear for a whole day and turn her phone off without any explanation! Do you realize how scared I was? Soonyoung calls me asking if I had seen you all day and that you hadn’t shown up to work when you told me you were leaving for work this morning! You don’t answer my calls! And then Daeho doesn’t answer my calls! I was this close to calling the police! I was literally leaving to look for you when Soonyoung called me that he found you!”

“Jiwoo I’m sorry…” You said. This was new. Jiwoo never yelled at you.

“So what is it? What happened to make you-”

“Daeho broke up with her.” Soonyoung said, causing you and Jiwoo to look at him. Jiwoo looked back at you, a whole new emotion on her face.

“Dae... What?” Her tone was a lot softer now.

“He… dumped me. Yesterday.” You said, looking back at her.

“He… broke up… with you?” She said, you nodding. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Why?”

“He…” You started, trying to find the right words for this. “He said he just wasn’t feeling it anymore.”

“Seriously?” She said, you nodding your head. Jiwoo looked at you for a couple seconds before pulling you into another hug. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Yeah…” You said, hugging her back.

“I uh… I think you’re in good hands here.” Soonyoung said, you both turning to him.

“Thanks for bringing her back, Soon.” Jiwoo said, arm still around your shoulders.

“No problem. I’ll see you guys later.” You both nodded, Soonyoung stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him.

“I don’t have great ice cream, but I think we have some chocolate sauce somewhere so we can make it good?” Jiwoo offered, you nodding.

“That sounds perfect. Uhm… One sec, I forgot I had to give Soonyoung something.”

“Y/N-”

“I swear I’m coming right back.” You said, Jiwoo nodding and letting you run back into the hall.

“Soonyoung!” You called, seeing him just before he exited the building. He turned around with his hand on the door, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Everything okay?” He asked as you ran up to him. He expected you to stop by him, but you managed to collide with him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Not prepared for it, Soonyoung let out a puff of air, looking at you. “Are you-”

“Thank you.” You muttered, Soonyoung falling silent. “Thank you for looking for me today and taking care of me. It really meant a lot.” You said, looking at him. Soonyoung nearly stopped breathing as you looked into his eyes, realizing how close you were to him at that time. Before he could really process what was happening, you removed your arms from him, giving him a small sad smile. “Get home safe, okay?” All Soonyoung could do was nod, you giving him another smile.

Soonyoung watched as you walked back down the hall, waving at him one more time before you entered your apartment.

If he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn you just took his heart with you.

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punkwithpaints · 4 years

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The Rammstein Magic!AU no one asked for

Sorry this is kinda Richard heavy. I originally was just going to use him as an inspiration for a single character, but the deeper I went for his character, the more I started pulling in the rest of the gang until I decided it was easier to call it an AU. This is absolute word vomit and spit balling an idea, but I’d love to hear what you think and some feedback! Pardon the rambling and sorry if this makes zero sense.

Richard: Alright, so, basically he can summon spirits/entities things like that. He knows about the forest’s darker secrets. Think of those spooky writings that are like “If you’re in the woods and hear 3 knocks, knock back but leave immediately.” Like, this fucker knows every old spirit, good, bad and unknown that go through the forest. He knows all the do’s and don’t’s and people come to him when they manage to get curses put on them or their families. He also knows about monsters that lurk around at night and other things.

With summoning, it’s a skill where at first it’s overwhelming since he starts to see and hear spirits and all that, so it’s a hard power to learn. Most summon animals or things that are living, not the dead. Most people’s minds can’t handle the added effect of seeing and hearing that stuff constantly.

He goes to churches or houses that people are like, “Uh, What is happening in this place?”. And he can strut in, look around and be like, “lmao that’s a demon, I see you fucker.” And he’s gotten so good at summoning that he can kinda reverse uno whatever it is, causing to it to be able to be seen by everyone else as well.

Problem is, when he first started learning, he got cocky and ended up fucking around with something way stronger than what he could handle at the time and basically got possessed. For years he is basically a dick. He’s dangerous, reclusive, hurts his friends and those around him, yadda yadda. Finally, he has enough will power to try and stop this thing, but the only way he knows how to get rid of it is to kill himself. Because without a living soul/body, the demon has nothing to feed off of or a place to stay. So he attempts by trying to slit his wrists, however, the demon is so impressed with his willpower and determination he offers a deal. It basically says, “Listen, I’ll make you a deal. You will have free will over your body and mind, but I get to stay.” Fine. Demon doesn’t let him die, heals his wounds, but there are scars obviously.

Richard now has a demon inside him. Fantastic. Richard and the demon can converse back and forth. So, Richard will be like, “Yeah, looks like you’re dealing with *insert demon thing here*.” And suddenly his voice will change and the demon is like, “I don’t know, it seems more like *other demon thing*”. Freaks people out pretty bad usually, if they aren’t expecting it. Richard also has a regular eye and a blind eye. Regular eye is just a regular eye, but his other blind eye is what gives him the ability to see the spirits. It’s like a right of passage for his type of people, where they have to blind one of their own eyes somehow.

ANYWAY

With the demon inside him, the demon has the ability to bring things back from the dead. Hence why Richard was able to come back after attempting to kill himself. Technically speaking, Richard is sorta permanently dead but living. I considered giving him no heart beat but I’ll get back to that in a sec. So, Demon and him slowly start working together where he lets the demon influence and strengthen his summoning powers and summon the actual dead as well as see them. Now he has necromancy.

When the demon made his deal, he tells Richard he can summon him if he needs him, but it’s gonna be hella taxing. Richard has to summon him exactly as he did the first time. AKA, slit his wrists to activate it. So, demon would take back into control causing Richards magic to get stronger by God knows how much. Obviously, he can’t do this very often or for too long, but if shit really hits the fan, this could help him make it out alive. I mean, the demon really doesn’t want to lose his flesh home. I’m thinking this is where the heart beat thing comes into play. Where he’s sorta half dead, his heart would stop when he activates the demon to take over.

Till: TILL. THIS GUY. So, I figured where Till likes the water/swimming/animals so much, he’d live at the edge of the forest by the ocean cliff sides. He’s specialize in familiars and mythological creatures. Like, he’s BFF’s with the local sirens and mermaids. He’s the opposite of Richard. Till has the magic that I forget the name of but it revolves around communicating with animals, knowing what the area is saying through them, that kinda stuff if that makes any sense. He likes growing special and rare herbs for potions and rituals. He’s pretty quiet and doesn’t like being around people, so he keeps his magic on the down low usually and spends his time talking to the sirens and mermaids, creatures/animals around him. Tends to his garden and such. He sells it at the weekend markets where he does fine since he’s one of the few that can offer certain herbs. I think he would have a shapeshifting ability or have a familiar he could change into. I’m thinking a bear or a griffin. Druid-ish????

Although Till loves the water, he’s actually specializes in pyromancy. He doesn’t use it too often, since he keeps his magic mainly hidden, but hey, he can start a camp fire or his stove with it, so that’s nice. He loves to gossip with the mermaids and sirens. They were a little confused when their tricks and songs didn’t work on him, well, they did a little, but not completely. But then they put 2 and 2 together and go, “Oh….Wait….I don’t think he likes girls as much as some of the other sailors we’ve met.” So now they just accept him as their bestie and like talking to him about their crushes and the newest dumb sailors they all lured in. They both share fish catches with each other, and Till does sketches of the market/forest so he can come and show them what it looks like since they’re curious.

He also owns a dragon. Not a big one. One that’s the size of a parrot. It likes to chill on his shoulder and likes crackers and grasshoppers. He raised it from an egg. Everyone is all like, “Dude yeah he’s scary omg, I heard he has a whole dragon!!” and they stop by, only to find this burly dude having a cup of tea with the mermaids and a tiny dragon nibbling a graham cracker on his shoulder.

However, his herbs/garden is what links him to Paul and Flake.

Paul/Flake: So, these two bois live together (Definitely no homo going on here) and Flake is even more recluse than Till. They have a cloaking spell on their cabin. You have to absolutely know a certain tree with a ritual attached to it or a spell/password sorta deal to gain access/the ability to see it.

They’re in an open field/prairie area. Flake would be a healer and very good at protection based spells and rituals. He always buys a lot of his herbs from Till so him and Till are close because 1.) Both reclusive as fuck and 2.) P L A N T S.

Meanwhile, Paul has telekinesis and mind reading. He’s a cocky boi but he does care a ton. Even if everyone wants to smack him half the time. I keep thinking their first meeting was something along the lines of:

Flake brings him along when he goes to Till to stock up on herbs, and Paul meets Richard for the first time since Richard stopped by to visit. It’s probably pretty fresh after the whole “Tried to kill myself to yeet the demon out of me and now we’re roommates” deal. And They have barely shaken hands when Paul is looks smug and goes, “You regret you didn’t die but you were honestly too scared too as well.” And Richard is like “ALRIGHT I HAVE TO KILL HIM DON’T YOU DARE READ MY MIND LIKE THAT”. So, Paul and Richard hate each other for a while. Well, Richard hates Paul, Paul doesn’t mind Richard, he’s just waiting for him to come back to him cause that’s usually how first meetings go for him.

Later on, as they start to talk, Paul confides in Richard (after apologizing) that he understands what Richard felt and that he had attempted before as well. Being able to hear everyone’s thoughts and feel their emotions is horrible when you first start out, and is incredibly overwhelming. Over time, Richard and him end up connecting pretty well. Richard still hates the mind reading thing (so does Till), but despite the differences, they’re friends.

Paul can also temporarily slow/reverse time in a certain limit around him. Maybe like, 15-20 foot radius? For about 30 seconds? Let’s say Till decided to use his pyromancy towards him, Paul can decide to halt it and slow it, or it can begin to reverse itself. Richard sends out some hellhounds, Paul can cause them to slow way down once they get close so he can duck around them and hurry off somewhere else.

Flake, despite the hatred of being around people, is actually a pretty great guy once he warms up to you. He’s someone you can have a good cry with but also, he can absolutely fuck up your whole day. I’d think since he can do cloaking spells, he’d understand spells about portals and rifts. To make something ‘invisible’ (AKA, their house), he’s more so just shifting the dimensions people can see, making it into one that they can’t. And sometimes, you got to yeet your idiot friends through portals to somewhere safe cause they don’t know when to shut the hell up. One of my inspirations for his powers was the music video to the song Falling to Pieces by David Guetta, specifically around the 2:55 mark. I’d imagine that, instead of getting obliterated like the people in the music video, it more that he’s shifting every part of that person into different portals/dimensions. I mean, technically, yeah, they die. BUT HEY, who can say they died via getting blasted through different portals and shifts down to a molecular level? Flake can’t do it a lot obviously. It’s hard enough opening one or two portals, so to pull a stunt like that could kill him if he isn’t careful enough. So many times everyone has had to be like FLAKE NO HEY CHILL WE ARE OKAY DON’T DO THAT.

I imagine Flake and Paul have been friends since they were teenagers, so they watched each other’s powers develop. Once Paul starts figuring his powers out, it starts becoming too much. Flake tries his best to be supportive and encourage him and keep him sane, but Paul can feel how much he’s scaring Flake and making him worry. Paul finally tries to end it (in a similar fashion to Richard, so they have matching scars which is another bonding point for them), but Flake finds him in time. However, Flake hasn’t quite got his healing abilities down yet, but the fear and adrenaline of losing his best friend is what flips the switch to finally allow him to completely channel it. Paul heals up and startles back into reality and is like “EXCUSE ME, I THOUGHT YOU COULDN’T DO THAT” and Flake is shaking him like, “YOU DUMBASS IF YOU EVER DIE IM GOING TO KILL YOU.”

Ollie: My tall boi. I’m thinking he’s part wood elf. His magic is based off of using the environment such as tree roots or trees, manipulating and summoning eco life around him. Wanna get beat by a root system? Ollie is your guy. His powers are kinda like Till, but not as animal heavy. I know there’s a word for this magic too but my ass cannot remember it for the life of me. He’s probably one of the rarest of the bunch to spot, but unlike Till or Flake, he doesn’t put up much of a fight when it comes to seeing people or going out. People are intimidated by him cause, I mean, this fucker is 6’7 and came out of the woods like some magical sasquatch lumberjack.

But he’s very down to earth (Pun intended). Ollie crafts armor or blades in his spare time. Sometimes he’ll join Till at the market and sell his stuff or take commissions from anyone who needs new weapons/armor, or if they need anything repaired. He knows how to lace objects with magic so it can do a better job with protection or heighten the users own abilities. Ollie is able to know what’s happening in his neck of the woods. He lives in the deepest part of the forest, Richard isn’t too far from him actually. But Ollie’s area is more of a calm area of the woods, not the spooky ass weird area Richard stays in. Ollie has way more ALIVE deer, first off. No wendigos. What a difference.

I don’t know how to phrase this without it sounding dumb as hell, but basically he talks to trees. He can tap his magic into the systems of the trees and plants and pick up on conversations miles away from him. The trees become his eyes and ears, if that makes sense. It’s never super sharp or in focus (Dream like maybe?), but he’ll know when you’ve entered his section of the woods. He can sometimes tell roughly how many, and catch snippets of your conversations. He’ll make sure to keep an eye on you.

Schneider: My boy. I’m thinking he’s a witch mage kinda guy who has visions and predictions. He fucking loves crystals, tarot cards, special odds and ends, things like that. Reading the stars kinda guy. Schneider actually gets called in by the king or whomst the fuck ever is running this world I’m coming up with, to predict the futures of queens incoming babies, wars, decision making, yadda yadda. He’s hella guidance and damn good at what he does. His visions are never in perfect clarity, but with the aid of his other doodads and such, he can give you a pretty good estimate. He’s like Turbo Tax, but with life choices.

I’m thinking his powers would probably be something along the lines of a copy cat? He can usually tell what your about to do a few seconds before you do it. Somethings are super easy for him to predict (like a punch), other things are harder (complicated magic). I think he might fit under the title Warlock with a Vestige pact? Where the souls/echos of his ancestors that have passed on stay with him. They’re the ones that help him see glimpses into the future make sure he’s protected. They’re also why he can replicate (roughly) most spells that are done towards him. For example: If Paul tried to levitate something and toss it at him, there’s a chance that someone before Schneider, in his linage, had some kind of knowledge of that form of magic. If Schneider reacts fast enough, he can reverse uno that shit back at Paul or toss it somewhere else. Sometimes, it’s more of a canceling effect. So, if Richard tried to resurrect something to attack him, he could undo the resurrection spell, making the dead thing fall back apart, since you can’t double bring something back to life.

Him and Richard went through a similar process to gain their abilities. Richard is a host and dealt with/is dealing with being possessed, and Schneider is temporily possessed/influenced by his ancestors when needed. For a bit, they’re tense around each other cause both felt they were better than the other. Schneider felt like Richard “cheated” to gain his necromancy powers, while Richard is pissed that Schneider had it “so easy” compared to what he went through.

Like Paul and Richard, Schneider and Richard finally have a sit down and Schneider admits his whole ritual/process of gaining his abilities.

To gain access to all the souls/echos, Schneider had to ‘live’ through each ones most painful times via his visions. So, easily 100+ memories that he has to go through in one go. No stopping, feeling/seeing/hearing everything that happened to these people, one at a time. Sometimes it’s their deaths, sometimes it’s a fight or injury, sometimes is verbal things. It totally wrecks with a persons mind and body. A lot of times, the people who go through this process don’t make it because they try and kill themselves afterwards or during. If they stop the line of visions, they cannot ever be started again. They usually develop a severe fever and cold chills, and the process can take several days. So if the fever or themselves don’t kill them, they might make it. So him and Richard bond over that.

I know it sounds stupid, but Schneider lives in a cave. Once you enter, it’s lined with different crystals, crystal balls, dices, maps, star charts, ornate rugs on the floor, silks all over the place, just really nice and cozy.

Overall, each one could work together and combine powers. Examples include: Richard and Till combining Richard Necromancy and Till’s Pyromancy to create a physical embodiment of hell and scare the absolute shit out of anyone.

Ollie (Controlling trees/roots) and Till (connections with animals and mythical beasts) deciding to just use a whole ass forest all that lives in it to really fuck up someone’s day.

Schneider and Paul staying 50 plus steps ahead of the game. Even more so, could Schneider have Paul slow time so he could have a better chance of knowing what’s about to happen/copy a spell?

Flake and Paul working together to slow time, then open portals for enemies to run head first into at last second.

There’s some other ways but there’s a few! I’m so sorry this is so long.

#personal #rammstein #AU #till lindemann #Richard kruspe #paul landers #flake #christian lorenz #oliver riedel #christoph schneider

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Could.. Could I request any snippets you'd be willing to share? Or something you want to ramble about? Mom Regalia? Nox Verse? Your new LC Seer? I'm ok physically but emotionally I'm still a little shaky; my roommate and one of my best friends was wrongfully held at gunpoint this evening and I need a bit of a distraction from the fact I could've lost him.

hgffgh Of course! I’m so sorry to hear that happened to him!

Lemme see if I have anything fluffy.... I think all I have is angst rn but I’ll check-.

... (okay I have a REALLY short bit on my Seer LC one-shot, this is literally all I have on it, I’ll check for other things in just a sec but here)

Static and fire danced just below her skin, fury stealing away the pain that usually came with stomping around shelving books. Even if she had been able to feel the pain —and she would later, she was certain—, she would have done it anyway. Because it was either useful activity or closing the shop so she could go scream into her pillow and probably make the neighbors complain about her “smoking habits” again. She took a step off the stepladder, felt her ankle turn, giving underneath her for no reason other than the fact that her joints apparently hated doing what they were supposed to and she clutched the shelves with a curse and regretted leaving her cane behind the counter. That had been a stupid move of hers to be sure.

She was so caught in her own head she didn’t hear the bell tinkle. But she did feel the soft ripple of ozone and old stones that shouldn’t have been possible in her tiny nook of a shop, and she looked up hastily, still cursing and leaning desperately against the shelves in search of the source. The man who peaked around the corner was not the one she expected —that was good, she honestly didn’t know what she’d do if That Man walked into her shop—, and for a moment the two of them stared at each other. Her half on and half off a stepping stool, clutching her bookshelves like a lifeline and in the middle of swearing like a sailor in all her four foot eight inch glory, him in his casual street clothes and what she estimated to be six feet one inch of surprise.

She finished stepping off the stepladder, tested her ankles for a moment before straightening up with a wince and letting go of the shelf, “Welcome to the Second Sight second hand bookshop and cafe. Can I help you?”

The man blinked and stayed where he was, with the shelf halfway shielding him like she might bite, “Yeah, I was looking for a book?”

Cyra bit back in instinctive sarcasm of how she might need a little more clarification than that and instead gestured at the shelves around her, “Well, you’ve come to a likely place then. Do you know the title and author or are you looking to try something new? I have everything organized by genre, then alphabetically by author.”

The man dared to step around the shelf and stop in front of her and Cyra tried not to feel annoyed with how freaking tall he was. It wasn’t his fault that Cyra had inherited all the short genes of her family at once.

...(Next up is Stand Strong! I have brought you hilarity feels and a much longer snippet)

Of course, while out in the city proper and on their way to one of the few favored plotting spots that wasn’t in the Galahdian sector —less chance of Amissa stumbling across them and putting a stop to their ideas that way—, a few of the rougher Insomnian locals identified them as Galahdian. Their scents stunk of fear and disgust as they made the warding signs that were so popular in the lower sectors of Insomnia —signs to ward off evil and unnatural things, like the Galahdians were monsters in human skin to fend off rather than just refugees missing their homes—. Nyx and Crowe, as always, played along, recoiling with low hisses and quiet gurgling snarls and flashes of their teeth —because if they thought the Galahdian sector was home to horrible monsters, the gangs would stay away and leave them alone and that was worth a little public shunning—.

Behind them, Libertus kept his reaction a little more subdued, but still made a show of flinching away and growling in the back of his throat.

Tredd went overboard, shrieking and recoiling into a catlike spring-warp combination that ended with him perched on top of a lamppost in a way that attracted far more attention than Nyx’s and Crowe’s reactions. Because Tredd. He could never do things by halves, even when they weren’t actively trying to get the attention of the Insomnian passersby so much as scare off the superstitious gangsters eyeing them with pale skin and trembling scents. The gangsters hurried away, still making the warding signs, and pedestrians shuffled away from them with fear and uneasy disgust in their scents that made Nyx growl deep in his chest at them —rude, flinging their scents around was bad enough, but they could at least try to mind their own business and not take the side of the obvious gangsters that had just left—.

As they slunk away from the scene, hissing irritably at Tredd for making that much of a scene, none of them were expecting to hear the Marshal’s voice hail them from a nearby storefront, “Kingsglaives. Is there a … problem?”

Nyx startled and Tredd yipped softly, none of them had sensed the Marshal’s presence. After spending their childhoods with Axis and Amissa, being snuck up on like that was extremely rare, and while Nyx knew the Marshal was skilled, he hadn’t thought he was … that…

Nyx could sense that he was not the only one in the group staring as he blurted in Old Galahd, “Mamaí, why are you holding his hand?”

Amissa, their wayward Mamaí, didn’t even bat an eyelash at Nyx’s squawk, just slightly raised the hand in question, dragging the Marshal’s limb up with the motion because their fingers were intertwined, “This? Stealth training. He got curious. He’s a good student too, for an arrogant prodigy Insomnian.” She added that last part in Old Galahdian with an amused twitch of her lips, as if oblivious to how Nyx’s group were staring in a sort of dawning horror. Tredd took a deep whiff of the nearby air, prowled closer to the two until the Marshal stiffened warily and Amissa chuffed scoldingly at him.

Tredd slunk back and hissed, “It’s him,” in Nyx’s ear, just low enough for him, Crowe, and Libertus to hear. Nyx kept staring in a vague sort of horror as Amissa raised an eyebrow, “Stop acting like pups,” she scoffed, “I held your hands during stealth training.”

The Marshal blinked and, to Nyx’s dawning horror, looked amused beneath his solemn mask as he muttered sidelong to Amissa, “So this is your standard training method?”

“You are a unique and special man, Leonis, but not enough to warrant special treatment from me,” Amissa retorted in a bland voice that was betrayed by the way her different colored eyes twinkled in amusement.

The corner of the Marshal’s mouth ticked up and there for just the briefest flicker, Nyx caught it. The faint scent that had begun to linger on Amissa’s clothing. It was from Cor Leonis. The Marshal of the Crownsguard, the Immortal. The one man outside their Pack and their king that Titus had ever offered his throat to, even if only in a particular vicious spar several years ago. Amissa, their Amissa, was being scented by Cor Leonis.

And the worst part was … Nyx didn’t think either of them were aware of it. Or, if the Marshal was aware and doing it intentionally, he wasn’t giving any sign of it. Not physical, not vocal, and not in the tiny wisps of scent Nyx managed to pick up before they were gone again, locked down tight in that way that had made all the Glaive appreciate working with him over the rest of the Crownsguard. Which meant, if the Marshal wasn’t doing it intentionally, then it probably wasn’t just a Pack-scenting.

Astrals above please no.

Amissa narrowed her eyes at the prolonged horrified staring and the Marshal was beginning to tense again, “What’s wrong with you four? If this is about my training non-Pack-.”

Nyx felt Libertus’s hand clamp on the back of his neck in just the right place to make his knees weaken and his angry words die on his tongue —stupid Lib, abusing Nyx’s instincts like that, at least he was doing it to Tredd too—, “Nope, that’s not a problem, Mamaí. We’re just surprised is all. This where you’ve been running off to every weekend?”

A half-blink and a slow relaxing over her shoulders as she started walking, the Marshal falling in step with her far too easily for Nyx’s brain to handle, “Pretty much.” She tilted her head, “I was thinking of starting in on group training in another week or two, if Leonis has no problem with it. Do you want to help? He’ll have better luck against you than he will against Axis.” The Marshal made a low noise of protest that just made Amissa look amused. Nyx felt like he was watching a slow train wreck as pieces began to click together. The easy touching, the oddly relaxed set to the Marshal’s shoulders now that they were moving and he wasn’t being gaped at, the sandwich the Marshal had brought in all those weeks ago —just one of many, if he remembered what the Marshal had said correctly—.

Nyx groaned, “Mamaí,” he couldn’t keep his voice from a whine, “Mamaí please don’t be doing what I think you’re doing.”

She narrowed her eyes, baffled and annoyed, and Lib slapped the back of Nyx’s head and hissed a dark, “We’ll talk later, not in front of him,” then swapped back to a language the Marshal would understand, “Sure, if the Marshal wants to, we’d be happy to help. Hunt Touch to start with? Or are we going straight to Night Raid?”

“Hunt Touch to start with,” she hummed, “no need to throw him into the deep end quite yet.”

“He,” pointed out the Marshal with a tone akin to long-suffering, “is right here and can hear everything. I’m also going to need an explanation on what those training exercises are before anyone starts off with anything.”

... (and since I’m out of snips atm I shall spiral back to a few quick Nox HCs for you, all hail the Nox/Nyx romance!)

-Nyx likes to steal Nox’s shirts. She doesn’t care that she’s actually taller than him so they don’t fit right and kinda show off her middle just a bit, she likes them and its the principle of the thing.

-Nox finds this habit of hers both extremely annoying (those are his shirts!) and extremely hot (yes, okay, he likes seeing his wife in his clothes, sue him).

-Nyx likes to nip during make-outs. Nox has never been able to figure out if its a Nyx thing, an Ulric thing, or an all-out Galahd thing but when they’re getting really into a make-out, Nyx is basically guaranteed to pull away from his lips for a few seconds to nip his jawline and gently run her teeth down his throat and it always, ALWAYS makes his brain go hgfdghgfds.

-He retaliates by twisting his fingers in her hair at the base of her head and lightly squeezing, often steering her head so he can gently kiss the pulse point of her neck, and once he experimentally nipped her back on the earlobe. He could have sworn she purred, but he was a little distracted by the sudden discovery that his wife was strong enough to pick him up and pin him against the wall.

-Nox has actually worn Nyx’s shirts by accident, because Nyx doesn’t go for girly stuff, but instead goes for black with simple designs often picked out from the men’s sections of stores and her shirts always smell really nice and like her so when Nox is operating 80% asleep (read: most mornings) there is a 50/50 chance he’ll snag one of her shirts instead of his and shuffle around in it until he wakes up enough to hear her snickering.

-Nyx likes to play with Nox’s hair. Anytime, any place. His hair is wispier and silkier than hers and she’s almost jealous, but he lets her do basically whatever she wants with it so it’s fine.

-Nox has played with her hair too, but somehow this is much more likely to devolve into a make-out session than when Nyx is playing with Nox’s hair. Neither is sure why.

-Everyone pls picture Nox having an Insecure Moment, probably not long after he realized they had accidentally married, curling up against her and gently trailing kisses up her neck before breathing in her ear, “Let me love you? Please. Please, let me love you.”

-And she knows it’s not a proposition but an honest plea and so she pulls him closer and catches his lips with hers before touching their foreheads together and whispering, “Forever. Forever and more.” I will have no one else. I want you and you don’t have to be afraid of that. I’m not going anywhere.

(Hope this helps @rayearthdudette!)

#SE asks #rayearthdudette asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Melodies and Manuscripts #Nox verse #Stand Strong Verse #Seer LC verse #i hope your friend and roommate is/are okay #I will pray for the both of you

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eddieeatsass · 5 years

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A Certainty of the Universe

Summary: Eddie and Richie had been flitting around their sexual tension for years, but now that they're rooming together they're finding it increasingly harder to ignore it. One accidental sext ends up being the inopportune ice-breaker they needed all along. Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language

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Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier had been college roommates for five months and counting. Their first year at college, Eddie lived with a randomly selected student named Stanley Uris; a tall Jewish boy with cleaning habits that were happily on par with Eddie’s standards. They were a good fit, and soon became good friends as well. They would probably still be rooming together if it weren’t for Richie’s roommate, Bill Denbrough. Richie had been lucky enough to get paired up with one of their oldest friends, but after Eddie introduced his roommate to the pair, any hope of living with Stan for an extra year went out the window. Stan and Bill began dating and got serious pretty quickly. So when second year came around, they decided to live together, leaving Richie and Eddie to either fend for themselves in the roommate system or move in together.

They, of course, chose the later. Despite having glaringly different personalities and hygiene habits, they were best friends, and figured that could carry them through any bumps they might have while living together. One bump that neither of them anticipated, however, was years of sexual tension coming to a head. It became increasingly harder for Eddie to ignore when Richie pranced around their room in low slung sweat pants, the clear outline of something tantalizingly off-limits staring Eddie down. Likewise, Richie had to suffer watching Eddie’s toned thighs squeezed into shorts so short it should be illegal, forcing himself to shut his eyes anytime Eddie bent over, for fear of combusting on the spot.

This unspoken tension led them both to seek release elsewhere. Richie began going to parties more frequently, often sleeping over at whoever’s house he’d slept with that night. Eddie preferred a more controlled approach, downloading Grindr and spending most nights teasing whatever poor sap popped into his inbox.

Eddie had met a few interesting guys on the app, going as far as to meet two of them in person, but nothing much came of the encounters. He stayed in touch with one of them, a tall slender boy named Ricky. The two of them would call on each other when they got too pent up.

Tonight was one of those nights. It was nearly the end of the semester and Eddie had just finished writing a paper and sending it off to his professor. He felt the familiar restless stir of exhaustion clouding his judgement just slightly, just enough to make the idea of putting on whatever movie he could find and cuddling up to Richie sound like a good one.

He glanced over at his clock, which indicated that Richie wouldn’t be home from his class for an hour. Eddie groaned, irritated that he wouldn’t be able to torment his love-struck brain for another 60 minutes. So, to kill the time, Eddie did what any horny young adult would do.

He began palming himself through the stiff jeans he’d been wearing all day, quickly shucking them to the ground and ridding himself of his pink polo as well. Once more comfortable, he was able to get a better grip on his length through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, starting with teasingly slow movements that set his nerve endings on fire.

Once he’d stroked himself to full hardness, he got an idea. Reaching for his phone, he opened a conversation with Ricky and started typing out a message.

Thinking of you. Pretending your huge hands are wrapped around me, your warm mouth taking me apart.

He opened the camera and snapped a quick picture of his erection straining against his briefs, a noticeable wet spot front and center where his head was leaking pre-cum against the fabric.

After attaching the picture, he sent the message, setting his phone aside so he could pull his briefs off and finally get a hand on his aching cock.

It took less than a minute for him to receive a reply.

fuck fuck fuck holy fuck

Eddie should have noticed that Ricky wasn’t typing the way he usually did. He also should have noticed that the contact name said “Richie”, and not Ricky”… But he was too fatigued, his tired inhibitions lowered just enough to make the conscious mistake and ignore it.

Stroking himself with one hand, he fumbled to type with his other.

That all you have to say? He taunted, following up with another two messages. You don’t want to tell me what to do with myself? He sent, followed by another picture, this one much less restricted.

jesus fucking christ eddie don’t stop touching that gorgeous cock of yours. show me a little more. have you stretched yourself out? The reply read.

Eddie flushed as his arousal took over. Keeping one hand glued to his phone, the hand stroking him ventured lower to his puckered hole. He fingered himself regularly, so pushing one digit in to the knuckle right away was easy. He worked himself for a while before finally being able to push in a second finger. After that he wasted no time in angling his camera to snap a picture of his filled asshole, sending it off as requested.

The reply came immediately, as if Ricky had been watching his phone intently. oh baby, that’s cute but you’re gonna need to add a couple more fingers to take me.

Eddie remembered Ricky being about average size, so he chuckled to himself at the boy’s cockiness but chalked it up to dirty talk. And besides, it was working. Eddie’s cock twitched at the idea of being filled with something so big he’d need four fingers just to get himself ready. He decided to play along.

Why don’t you come over here and stretch me out yourself?

The reply took longer this time. In the meanwhile, Eddie grabbed the lube from his dresser, retracting his hand to coat his fingers generously before lining himself back up and plunging those same two fingers deep into himself. He fucked down onto his hand, picturing himself bouncing on Ricky’s cock. Lacing his fingers into that long black hair, staring into those deep blue eyes that reminded him so much of-

His phone buzzed with an incoming message, and Eddie nearly knocked it off the bed as he scrambled to grab it.

fuck i’ll be there in 5 i’m leaving class early

Eddie stared down at his phone with confusion. Ricky didn’t go to the same college as Eddie, how was he going to get to him so fast? He was at least a fifteen-minute drive away. He shrugged it off, not really caring how long it took him to get there as long as it meant Eddie was getting laid.

With the promise of sex in his near future, Eddie slowed his mannerisms, opting for measured, languid strokes on his cock and teasing twists of his fingers. He’d brush his prostate every so often, hissing at the contact, but forcing himself to ease off.

Suddenly he heard a key in his door. He frantically began grasping for his sheets in a desperate attempt to at least cover himself up before Richie came barging in. “Holy fuck, spaghetti man! Were you trying to give me a heart attack in class?” Richie barreled through the door, tripping as he struggled to get his jacket and his shoulder bag off at the same time. He was completely out of breath, his curls falling into his eyes but also sticking up in dishevelment as if he had been touching it too much.

Eddie stared at him bewildered, clutching his sheets to his body in a vice grip as his brain swam to try and piece things together.

“I mean, listen I’m all about public sex, but public boners are another thing.” Richie continued as his breath evened out. He hopped side to side while trying to get his shoes off and nearly fell over himself in the process.

“Ask me to bend you over a desk in the middle of class, I’m there for ya babe. But jacking one out by myself under a desk? Definitely not as sexy.”

Richie had gotten himself down to his boxers in an impressive amount of time, the grin never leaving his face even as he rambled through his nerves.

Finally, the pieces fell into place. Eddie glanced at his phone, still face up and open to his conversation with, yep there it was, Richie.

At Eddie’s obvious hesitation, Richie’s face became somber.

“Do you not want to do this anymore? Fuck - did I - was it something- god one sec, I can just put my pants back on and-” Richie’s voice had gone back to frantic, but what had been excitement had now shifted to guilt. Eddie found his chest clenching at the idea that Richie might think Eddie didn’t want to sleep with him, because, god that was absolutely not the case. It may not have been the plan from the start, but seeing Richie in his underwear, thinking back to the texts that he now knew were sent by Richie, it had him speaking before he could think twice.

“No! No, I- I want to. I just needed a minute.”

Richie turned back around from where he’d been leaning down to gather his clothes, his shoulders visibly loosened but he stayed in place, wanting to give Eddie his space.

After a few deep breaths, Eddie was able to fully grasp the situation unfolding before him. And instead of the intense panic he thought he’d be feeling, he felt overwhelming exhilaration at the prospect of what was about to happen. With one last shaky breath, he spoke. “So, you wanna put that trash mouth to good use or what?”

Richie shot over to him in an instant, hovering over him so nothing but the thin sheet and Richie’s boxers separated them. Eddie could feel the heat from Richie’s body, feel the tickle of his breath against his skin, but nothing compared to the look in Richie’s eyes as he gazed down at him. Eddie could feel it in his bones.

Richie seemed to be feeling the same excited thrum, glancing from Eddie’s deep eyes to his plush lips and back again. It was clear he wasn’t sure how to approach this, I mean, is there an algorithm for kissing your best friend for the first time?

Eddie took pity on Richie’s obvious hesitation, reaching his hands out and fisting them in Richie’s hair to pull him forward. Their lips slotted together eagerly, and any lingering reservations melted away.

Their mouths opened to one another welcomingly, encouraging a deepening of the kiss with tongues and teeth.

Richie settled his hands on Eddie’s chest, just above the edge of the sheet that Eddie had used to cover himself. His fingers grazed at hardened nipples and Eddie keened in response.

“You like that?” Richie inquired between kisses, repeating his movements on both of Eddie’s pink buds.

“Hnnnng- yes, fuck.” Eddie moaned, grabbing Richie’s lower lip between his teeth and nibbling.

Their actions were playful, a lead up to the main event, but they indulged in the feeling of one another for as long as they could. They explored new expanses of body, got to know one another in the most intimate of ways, until Eddie could describe exactly how Richie tasted and Richie could recreate the sounds of Eddie’s moans perfectly.

Wriggling bodies had led to Eddie’s sheet moving downwards, inch by inch, letting their warm bodies connected in new places over and over. It was when it finally lowered that last inch, and Richie felt warm wetness smear on his stomach, that he finally let out his first groan.

It was guttural, filling the room with desire. He peered down the length of their torsos, seeing just the tip of Eddie’s pink cock peeking out at him. Pre-cum was smeared across the head, and it stretched across to Richie's own stomach in a thin line.

Richie threw his head back, an intentional whine leaving his lips to convey just what Eddie was doing to him.

“Good god Kaspbrak, I’m about three seconds away from cumming in my pants like a middle schooler.”

Eddie’s face flushed, the idea of Richie cumming in his pants not all that unenticing. But he also wanted to get fucked, get to see and feel that infamous cock Richie always boasted about.

As if reading Eddie’s mind, Richie began switching their positions.

“I’ve got an idea.”

Eddie went along with it, leaving himself pliant so Richie could adjust him however he’d like.

They ended up sprawled across the bed, Richie on his back, pulling Eddie up over his chest with his legs spread on either side of his head. Eddie was facing away from him, having to crane his neck to look over his shoulder just to watch the way Richie took him in. With slow, steady hands, Richie parted Eddie’s cheeks, a groan leaving his throat as he let his head drop back against his pillow.

“Do you know how many times I’ve pictured this?” Richie punctuated his thought by kneading Eddie’s cheeks. “Every time you wear those tight little red shorts, it’s like you’re on full display for me but I can’t touch you. I’d lay awake at night, fantasizing about what you’d taste like, how you’d feel clenching around my tongue, writhing above my body.”

Eddie’s body responded to the words like a command, beginning to writhe in his spot on its own accord.

“Mmm Richie…” Eddie’s hands tried to find purchase, desperate to center himself before Richie’s words alone took him away. He settled for leaning forward slightly and bracing himself against Richie’s chest, strong and stable and grounding. That feeling was fleeting as Richie began placing open mouthed kisses across Eddie’s thighs, cheeks, and then settling over his heat. The first flick of his tongue sent Eddie soaring, unimaginable warmth spreading through his body.

Eddie ground down involuntarily, chasing the fire that was igniting his bones. He received enthusiastic licks in return, and the feeling of Richie humming in delirium beneath him.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined.” Richie purred.

Eddie decided he also wanted to taste Richie. In fact, he wanted so much more than that; he wanted to absolutely devour him, strip him of everything he was until all Eddie could taste, see, hear, feel was RichieRichieRichie.

He knew Richie had meant for this to be a cool down period, so he could catch his bearings before fucking Eddie as mind-numbingly as he’d promised. But Eddie was so close, just a thin layer of fabric separating him from what he wanted.

Eddie reached forward and palmed at the bulge straining for freedom. He felt bad for it, all it wanted to do was play, and Eddie was so willing to indulge it.

“Eddie…” Richie warned from behind him.

Eddie didn’t listen. He slipped Richie’s cock out of hole of his boxers, ignoring the barrage of cautions from Richie.

Eddie regarded Richie’s cock, veins straining against flushed skin, head beading with pre-cum, bobbing against his stomach every time Eddie did something that particularly wound him up. It was right there, a mere three feet away. All Eddie had to do was lower his head, reach out and lick a hot stripe against it…

“Oh fuuuuuck-” Richie growl rang through the room as Eddie enveloped him in his warm mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Eds.”

Richie had stilled his movements in favor of recalling every swear word he’d ever learned, but Eddie didn’t mind. The interruption gave him time to focus, swirling his tongue around the head of Richie’s cock tantalizingly. Emboldened by Richie’s vocal praise, Eddie sunk down as far as he could, letting his chin rest against Richie’s abdomen for a moment before pulling back up and then repeating the action. After a while of deep-throating him, Eddie felt Richie’s tongue prodding back at his hole. His moan was muffled by the intrusion in his throat, but it only aided the vigor with which Richie began attacking him.

What had been languid licks before had now turned into determined laps, as if Richie was searching for treasure and it was buried inside Eddie. Richie introduced a finger easily, slipping into the last knuckle and crooking it upwards as he licked around his digit. Eddie’s knees buckled as Richie found the treasure he was looking for and began stroking it mercilessly.

“Richieeee!” Eddie wailed as he pulled away from his cock, a line of spit connecting the two.

He heard a dark chuckle escape Richie, but otherwise there was no indication he’d even heard Eddie’s cry. He continued to rub at the spot that made Eddie see stars, only stopping momentarily to add another finger. Richie’s fingers were bigger than Eddie’s, longer too. They were able to reach places inside him that Eddie simply couldn’t. Two of Richie’s fingers easily felt like three of Eddie’s, stretching him open with a delicious burn only soothed by Richie’s tongue.

He felt himself quickly approaching the point of release and tried to pull away. “Stop, ‘Chee, I-I’m gonna, an’ I don’t wan’to yet- Richie p-please.” Eddie slurred, trying to get the message across through the frenzy of his mind.

Thankfully Richie stopped a moment later, keeping his lips moving down Eddie’s thighs while stilling his fingers completely.

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, huh?” Richie teased.

Eddie was panting heavily enough to warrant a soothing hand down his back. Memories of Richie using that same tactic to soothe Eddie during Freshman year when he’d have panic attacks flooded his mind. Even back then Eddie wanted him so badly, but he was so quick to push away his desires before even acknowledging them.

“Richie, I want you.” Eddie said, voicing his thoughts. “I need you.” He was scrambling around now, trying to face Richie as his heart led his limbs. “I need you, I need you, I need you.” Eddie’s voice was insistent, it held desperation and lust, but they both heard the longing in there too.

“Hey, hey.” Richie grabbed Eddie’s face, stopping his near frantic movements. “You have me.”

Their eyes bore into each other, mapping years of untold confessions.

“Then prove it.” Eddie begged.

It took a beat for Richie to nod, but then he was peppering kisses all over Eddie’s chest, flipping them over so Eddie was the one with his back flush against the mattress. Eddie wasted no time before running his fingers through Richie’s mop of hair, combing it back from his face so he could watch as he gazed up at him with fire burning in his eyes. When Richie reached Eddie’s hips, he began leaving love bites in his trail, moving lower until he had Eddie’s legs thrown over his shoulders and two fingers deep inside him, repeating their ministrations from before. He took Eddie’s cock into his mouth as he pushed a third finger in, trying to distract Eddie from the mild stretch. He worked Eddie open while exploring his cock with his mouth, finding out that Eddie would jump a little every time he flicked his tongue against his frenulum.

When Richie finally deemed Eddie stretched enough to take him, his actions slowed down. He climbed up Eddie’s body with intent, stopping only to push his boxers down his legs and kick them off the bed. Fixing his eyes on Eddie’s, he lined himself up with Eddie’s heat, the head of his cock receiving kisses from Eddie’s hole trying to clench around nothing. Suddenly the fever they’d been working through had dropped and Richie found himself flooded with nerves.

What if he wasn’t good enough? What if he couldn’t please Eddie? What if it all went to shit, and he not only lost any chance he had with Eddie, but their friendship too? Years of emotions came crashing into his chest like a sinking ship against the storm’s eye, his mind spiraling.

The feeling of Eddie’s hand on his brought him back to the moment. He realized with a frown that his hands were shaking. Eddie was gazing at him with an unreadable expression.

“Sorry partner,” Richie tried to joke, taking on an awful rendition of a southern accent. “Got distracted by this here beautiful behind!” He tried to smack Eddie’s ass but Eddie’s hold on his hand held him back.

Eddie sighed as he propped himself up on his elbows. “What’s wrong, Richie?” He asked in a voice that’s intimacy sent another pang straight to Richie’s heart.

“Whaddayamean?” Richie shot back with a shrug and a grin that didn’t meet his eyes.

They held each other’s gaze for a few challenging moments before Richie let his posture fall, along with his façade.

“I’m scared I won’t be enough for you.” He whispered, heart clenching around his vulnerability. They both knew Richie wasn’t just referring to this moment, the promise of more an underlying theme in everything they’d been doing.

Eddie lifted his hand to Richie’s cheek, cradling his world in his palm. His smile was warm and gentle, nonthreatening in its existence, an immediate cure to Richie’s hammering heartbeat.

“You’ll always be enough...” Eddie murmured, matching Richie’s quiet tone. “Always have been enough.” He added calculatingly, watching Richie’s face for signs that he’d said too much, gone too deep, despite them both knowing how true the sentiment was. Eddie Kaspbrak was in love with Richie Tozier, and Richie Tozier was in love with Eddie Kaspbrak. It was a certainty the universe had known for years.

Eddie thought he saw a glisten in Richie’s eyes, but it was blinked away swiftly. Richie leaned in, capturing Eddie’s lips in a tender lock.

“Thanks Eds.” Richie whispered against his mouth before pushing forward just slightly, letting the head of his cock breach Eddie’s opening.

Eddie’s responding moan was unexpected, surprising them both. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time, or any time, that he’d felt like this. He could feel Richie pulsing inside him, warmth just beginning to fill his channel, and already it was overwhelmingly comforting.

Sex had been a lot of things for Eddie; pleasure, relief, a means to pass the time. Never had it been soothing, like a breath of fresh air, like a warm hug from your best friend.

Eddie instinctively wrapped himself around Richie, ankles locking behind his back and arms behind his neck. He couldn’t let Richie pull out, couldn’t let him leave Eddie feeling empty again now that he knew what it meant to feel whole.

“More.” Eddie begged, trying to pull Richie closer with all his limbs.

“Okay, okay I’ve got you, don’t worry.” Richie tried soothingly, noticing the change in Eddie’s composure. Richie let himself be led by the pull, sinking deeper into Eddie until he was seated fully inside.

A sudden puff of air against the crown of his head signaled that Eddie had been holding his breath.

“Hey,” Richie pulled back slightly, cupping Eddie’s cheek so he could keep his gaze fixed. “I need you to breath for me.”

Eddie nodded compliantly, taking in a few steady breaths and relaxing around Richie. His arms and legs still clung to him like a koala, but the grip was loosening, becoming less frantic.

“I’m gonna start moving now, okay?”

Eddie nodded, adjusting himself on the bed so Richie had a better angle to pull back from.

And just like that, a languid rhythm was set.

Every drag of Richie’s cock made Eddie’s heart race, his belly filling with lava that threatened to overflow.

Richie was bigger than anyone Eddie had ever been with, and he hated to admit that he knew he’d feel an ache in his muscles tomorrow, even with Richie’s attempted softness.

So, if he was going to feel it regardless…

“Come on Richie, that all you got?” Eddie prodded, swiveling his hips for emphasis.

Richie’s eyes flashed with determination, always one to be easily provoked with a challenge.

“You want more?” Richie’s voice was lower suddenly, the kind of low that gritted through his throat and right into the twitch of Eddie’s cock.

Richie grabbed Eddie’s legs, unhooking them from around his waist and pinning them next to Eddie’s head in an instant. The result had Eddie folded in half, his lower back no longer touching the mattress. He thanked whatever god blessed him with such flexibility because if it was any other person in his position, he thinks they might’ve snapped.

The new position gave Richie full control over Eddie, holding him in place and pulling out slowly, watching as his cock stretched the skin of Eddie’s tight hole before thrusting back in roughly.

Eddie screamed as Richie hit his prostate dead on.

“This what you want?” Richie asked, repeating the slow pull and hard thrust.

“Faster.” Eddie begged, letting his eyes shut as tears collected in the corners.

Richie obliged, but only marginally, the pace still not fast enough.

“Richie, faster.” Eddie insisted.

Once again, Richie picked up his pace just slightly, leaving Eddie scrambling for more.

“Richie, please, I need-” Eddie couldn’t finish his sentence, the wind knocked out of him as Richie began ramming into him in earnest.

“Hmm, this what you want baby? You want to be fucked?”

Eddie felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the tears spilling freely now that Richie was hitting his prostate with every thrust. The moans were being knocked out of him consistently now, getting increasingly louder as Eddie approached the edge.

Richie had already been ready to combust the moment he’d felt Eddie’s cock against his skin, had been even closer when Eddie had introduced the warmth of his mouth, and now he was tight rope walking above his release, one wrong move and he’d be cutting things short.

But his resolve to make this good for Eddie kept him going, kept his muscles clenched and his mind focused. However even the most determined individuals have their breaking point, so when Eddie began whimpering that he was close, Richie almost cried in relief.

He was quick to grasp Eddie’s cock, pumping it in succession with his thrusts. The combination of stimulation left Eddie no time before he was cumming in streaks across both their chests, his mouth forming a little O as all noise was knocked from his lungs.

Richie came along with him, spilling into Eddie in quick bursts that left his legs trembling.

Their bodies deflated along with their cocks, softening into one another as their breaths evened out. Richie pulled out eventually, watching a trail of cum follow him out of Eddie’s body.

Richie was tempted to lick him clean, but if he was honest, he was far too spent to be instigating any more activity. So instead he opted to grab a tissue and wipe them up as best he could, deciding they would shower off the rest later.

Eddie watched him with smile crinkled eyes as he crawled back into bed, turning to face Eddie with a matching smile of his own.

“So uh, any time you wanna sext me again, you know, feel free to.” Richie joked through a dry throat, his words cracking slightly.

Eddie snuggled in closer, resting his head on Richie’s bicep and letting his eyes close from fatigue.

“Mmm.” He hummed sleepily.

“Unless, you know, you’ve got other options.” Richie added, the joke falling flat as the insecurity eased into his voice.

“No one else comes to mind.” Eddie promised sincerely.

And it was true, now that he had what he’d always wanted, no one else would ever compare.

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Heartbeat Song- Hudrose

Who: Finn Hudson and @longhornmarley

When: May 26th, 2020

Where: Doctor’s Office in Austin

Notes: The expecting duo hear the best sound in the world... (this was done in chatzy)

Finn Finn was nervous about today. Not only would he be getting the first round of grades from his finals but he was going to hear his little son or daughter's heartbeat today. A million thoughts ran through his head... would it be a healthy rhythm, was there going to be more than one... would there even be one... he had been reading a lot of books and all of these were relevant questions but the only one he truly cared about was if it was healthy. Not that he would love the little one any less but every expecting couple, or in this case best friends, wanted their child to be perfect. He took some deep breaths and told himself to remain optimistic for not only his sake but for Marley's. She had been under enormous stress and the last thing she needed was for him to mention anything being wrong. He walked towards the door to her room and gently knocked, a smile forming when he heard a response on the other side. He had been feeling so emotional the last few weeks and today was no exception. It was a big step and one he was beyond excited for.

Marley Despite being nervous about the day, Marley slept like a rock. Probably due to all the moving Finn and her did the previous day. After her incident Friday, it kinda put things off which was fine and she was now officially roommates again with Rachel and now Finn. It was strange to have him so close to her now. Any moment she could go see him and that was both exciting and nerve wracking. She had gotten up early thanks to her alarm and gotten ready for the day, wearing one of the many dresses she was sent by LeRoy that she loved so much. She had just finished fixing her hair when she heard the knock on the door. "Just sec!" She yelled and quickly made her way through the boxes, almost tripping on one, before opening the door. "Hey! I was just gonna come find you." She grinned at the man before her.

Finn "Great minds think alike I guess." He teased, leaning inside her room at all the boxes. "When we get back, I'll help you unpack since I've already done mine. Of course, it's easy when you only have two boxes of stuff." Since Finn had started working out to meet the weight requirements for football, he was finding that a lot of his old things didn't fit anymore and he had donated them to the Goodwill. "I mean if you want me too. I know some girls probably wouldn't want a guy to see..." he trailed off with a laugh, shaking his head. "Anyway, are you almost ready?" Finn asked, letting his eyes take in her outfit. "Yo uh look beautiful, is that one of Leroy 's... and does he make menswear?" The jock teased, his nose scrunching. "I suddenly find myself in need of new clothes."

Marley "Or maybe the baby is giving us telepathy powers." She laughed softly and looked back at the boxes in her room. She then looked back at him and grinned as he kept talking. She found it so cute when he did this. "What? Underwear? You've already seen mine and you saw lingerie you-know-who sent me so I'm not sure there's anything else I could hide." She teased him back. "Yeah, no, I'm ready." She smiled as he noticed her outfit. "Thank you. It is. He sent me a bunch. They're so flowy." She grabbed the fabric and moved it around. "Yeah? I'm sure he does. I mean, look at the way he dresses. I'm sure Rachel can hook you up."

Finn "That would be amazing, not even going to try and hide that. But it would also suck if we gave our kid powers and we're just lowly humans." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as she filled in the blank of his thoughts. "Well I mean technically I did but I wasn't really paying attention to like what they looked like... it was more so trying to take them off with my drunken hands so..." He laughed, shaking his head. "And I've seen the lingerie but not you in it... and I'm going to shut up now." His laugh filled the quiet room as he waited for her to finish up. The dress fit just right and he couldn't help but reach out and put his hand on her belly. He didn't know what he was expecting to feel but just knowing that their child was inside made him smile. "Sorry, I know its still to early to feel them kicking but this is good practice right?" Finn asked, pulling his hand back adn shoving it into his pocket. "I haven't actually met them yet... I've been meaning too but I didn't want to like ask in case she wasn't ready."

Marley Marley couldn't help but laugh. "Would it suck or would we be amazing parents for creating such an amazing child?" She watched as he rubbed his neck and started rambling again. She smiled the whole time and just thought about how cute he was being. She reached out and touched his arm before laughing softly. "Finn, it's okay. I was teasing. You can help, though. I'm not embarrassed by anything. You know more about me than anyone these days." Her heart skipped a beat as he reached out and touched her stomach. She bit her lip as she just stared at his hand and she didn't stop herself from putting her hand on top of his for a moment. "Soon we'll feel him or her. Besides, you're the dad. You can touch whenever." She blushed a little bit before clearing her throat. "Oh, well, I'm sure you'll meet them soon. And they'll love you. Trust me. You have nothing to worry about." She looked deep into his eyes for a moment. "So, ready? I'm just gonna grab a pop tart before we head out. Eat something so I don't go through that again." Her smile went down a little, but she knew she would eat regularly now. Anything to make sure their little one was growing good.

Finn "Both." He laughed, his nose wrinkling before the embarrassment hit him. Sure he had seen her naked when they had hooked up but it wouldn't be right to see the rest of her undergarments, out of respect for her and his relationship with Rachel, but like she had said, it was just to help her unpack, nothing too scandalous there, and her reassurance made him smile. "That's true. I just wanted to make sure you didn't care since that's something private. But if you're okay with it, then I will definitely help you." He smiled, eyes looking down at their hands. It was a simple gesture and yet it felt so strange and surreal. He had never expected this, especially not at his age, but feeling the small bump, seeing the smile on her face, it kind of made all of the weirdness go away. "I appreciate that.. I definitely think once he or she starts kicking, I'll just pop up randomly and put my hand there to feel it. I need to know how strong it is so I know whether or not they'll be into sports." Finn laughed, nodding along to her words. "I was going to suggest that or we could stop at the drive thru and get some breakfast but I'll leave that decision to you." Once she had grabbed the pop-tart, he held the door open for her before locking it and heading to the elevator.

Marley She laughed with him and looked into his eyes. She hoped it wasn't weird that she was talking about him seeing her underwear. She really wasn't that private about it. She would be if there was something embarrassing , but it was generic items that she really didn't think was weird to see. Maybe she was wrong about that. It would be different if it was on her or something. She shrugged. "It's just clothes. But I can always do that and you can do my books." She smiled at him to give a compromise. Just having them touching her stomach together... it was amazing. She couldn't wait until they could feel the little one moving inside her. She was definitely incredibly happy. She laughed softly and shrugged. "That's fine. You are always free to come in and talk or feel or whatever to the bump. Though, what if they don't want to do sports?" She smirked as she walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a pack of pop tarts. "Ooh, yes please. You know I can't say no to drive thru. Especially right now." She laughed and got into the elevator. "I blame you." She teased him as she opened the pack up.

Finn No matter how comfortable Finn felt around Marley, there were some things that he didn't feel like he had the right to see, despite their past. But if she needed his help, he would swallow that feeling and do whatever he could to make that happen. It wasn't just Marley he felt this way about either. As many times as he'd slept with Quinn, he would have still felt weird seeing her underwear if she were here instead. It was a personal thing, very private, and he didn't feel like he should have access to seeing them, not unless he was dating or they gave him permission too. "I know but still, its your private things. I can definitely help you with the books though. Or you know, putting stuff on the high shelves." He laughed, thankful to shift the conversation away from her undergarments. He kept his hand there for a few more seconds before pulling it away with a smile. "That's good to know, I'll definitely knock first though. But you better hope that little bear didn't hear that remark. They're going to be a football player." The walk to the elevator was short and once they were inside, he finally spoke again. "I will take all that blame, sure. I can't see it as a bad thing when I know all this food is causing our kid to grow big and strong."

Marley She could tell how the subject was different to him than it was her. Underwear was nothing to her no matter who's it was, it was different for him and she'd respect that. "Books and high shelves it is." She laughed with him. Marley was really loving his hand on her stomach. It was cute and let the three of them be more connected this way; even though they always would be connected now. "Okay. And only if they want to. No pressure." She pointed at him and smirked as she leaned against the wall of the elevator while eating the pop tarts. Her hand now touched her stomach as he talked about the baby growing big and strong. "I know. I'm teasing. I will do anything to make sure our baby is growing big and strong. Especially when it comes to eating food." Her smile fell for a moment as she thought about the other night and now wrong it could've all gone. However, it turned out okay and she just needed to make sure she was taking care of herself so she could take care of the baby.

Finn Finn was really glad to see her eating, he had been kind of worried about that ever since her fainting spell a few days ago but she had promised she would eat and so far, he hadn't felt the need to tell her that she needed more. She had come close to being put in the hospital had he decided to do that but he gave her the benefit of the doubt, even if it had done nothing to quell the concern in his mind. After stopping at the closest fast food restaurant and grabbing them something to eat, he got on the road again, heading towards the clinic where Marley had all of her appointments. They engaged in pleasant conversations, laughing and joking around the entire trip. Soon, they had arrived and he glanced over at her, a warm smile on his face. "Are you as nervous as I am? I don't even really know why I am but I don't think I will be calm until I hear that little heartbeat."

Marley She knew how the other night scared both of them. When they called the doctor that night, she had been warned that if she felt worse to get to the hospital but everything was good now. She wouldn't let that happen again. Marley smiled as they got some food and she happily ate the breakfast one the way to the appointment. She honestly loved how easy things were with Finn. How they could talk and joke. It felt nice to just be herself with him. She looked at the building as they pulled up and then back over at him. "I am." Her hand, on instinct, went to her stomach and rubbed the little bump. "I want everything to be okay. I hope I didn't harm anything the other night and I can't wait to just hear the sound of their heart." She felt tears build up and she looked away to wipe them. "Sorry. I just really want everything to be healthy and normal."

Finn He smiled over at her, his hand coming over to rest on top of hers. "You don't have to be sorry about anything, Marls. I've been feeling the same way honestly. And way before you fainted. You need to stop beating yourself up about that too. Everything is going to be fine. We're going to go in there and it's going to be the fastest and loudest heartbeat they've ever heard and you wanna know why? Because they've got Marley Rose for a mom. She's strong and fierce and she loves them with her whole heart." He said, his smile widening before he removed his hand. He stepped out of the car and walked over to Marley's side and opened the door, helping her out. "And if I'm wrong, I will change their diapers every day for like a week." He grabbed her wrist and held it as they headed up the sidewalk and into the building.

Marley Hearing Finn's words made her cry harder than she already was. He could always say the right things to her and sometimes her emotions couldn't take it. She looked at him as he opened her door and wiped her eyes before just looking at him after she got out. "Thank you. Not for the diaper thing because I don't care about that." She laughed and just stared up at him. "For your words. I couldn't do any of this without you. I know it's a crazy situation we are in, but I'm happy that you are my baby's dad. Our baby's dad." And she meant that. She had no idea how this would've gone with anyone else and she didn't want to know. Finn was amazing and Marley knew that. She appreciated him more than she could ever tell him. After they were inside and checked in, the nurse called them back and did all the normal things before the doctor came in and started doing what she needed to. There were tests that got done and they discussed her fainting before she had Marley get comfortable on the bed and left to go get the ultrasound machine. The girl looked over at Finn and reached out for his hand. "Are you ready?"

Finn Seeing her emotional made him emotional and he leaned in to hug her softly before they took any steps further. "Anytime Marley. And I'm not just saying them to say them, I mean everything I ever say to you. You are going to be the best mom that this baby could ask for and I'll be there every step of the way to make sure that he or she is healthy, happy, and loved. You will never have to do this alone." He said, his lips upturning into a crooked but genuine smile. He knew that she was worried that her fainting spell had somehow damaged the baby and while he didn't know a whole lot about the situation, he knew that wouldn't be the case. She had done everything right leading up to this point but he worried that her stress levels might cause future problems and he told himself to work harder to ensure that she was as stress free this summer as she could be. Once all of the initial blood work and tests were completed, they were led back to an exam room and Marley was put up on the table. Finn's hand instinctively grabbed hers and gave it a squeeze as they waited for the doctor to arrive. He was excited to hear the heartbeat, and he knew it would help quell some of the concerns Marley herself was having. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and waited for the doctor to return.

Marley She hugged him back and smiled bigger as he said more sweet things. He was truly amazing and she had no idea how she got this lucky to have him as a friend. "Thank you. So much." She said and looked up at him. "I really am glad to have you." She said again and she would probably say it more before the baby was born. She gave his hand a squeeze back as she looked at him and took a deep breath. Soon, the doctor came back and set up the ultrasound. Once all set up, the doctor took a moment to find their little one and Marley grinned just seeing the baby. She really loved seeing him or her inside and healthy. "Okay, and now to hear the heart." The doctor said. Marley held her breath and squeezed Finn's hand tight before the most beautiful sound filled the room. Tears filled her eyes as she listened and she turned her head to look over at Finn to see his reaction.

Finn “You're welcome, Rosie.” He smirked, giving her hand a squeeze. The nickname just slipped out but something told him she wouldn't mind. Everyone else called her Marls and even though he didn't copyright the name, he also wanted one that only he could call her and judging by her face, she didn't hate it. “I'm glad I have you. Not only are you an amazing tutor and I never would have passed without all your help, but you're an amazing person and you're sweet and funny and I am so happy to be on this journey with you.” He confessed, his eyes meeting hers softly. There was a brief moment of silence where they just looked at each other, Finn's stomach in knots, which was probably due to the burger he'd just consumed, but it was broken by the doctor's arrival. Watching all the set up, to seeing the little baby on the monitor, to hearing the heartbeat, it was all so much and he couldn't help the tears that welled in the corner of his eyes. “Marley, they're beautiful.” He said, leaning in to kiss her cheek... only to be met by soft lips instead. His eyes opened wider and he quickly pulled back. “I... I'm sorry. I was trying to kiss your cheek.” He said, cheeks heating up. The knots in his stomach returned as they made eye contact once more.

Marley She was surprised by the nickname. No one ever called her something by her last name. It was usually Marls or Mars Bar or something to do with Marley. Marbles, Margot.... she could go on. Rosie. That was cute and she would let him continue calling her that. She squeezed his hand as he talked and smiled bigger. "Thank you, Finn. Really. I'm glad I'm on this journey with you too." She agreed. That heartbeat. She would never forget this sound and she was so happy to be hearing it. Tears went down her face and as she looked over at Finn, their lips met and her heart just raced for a moment. She swallowed as he started apologizing before shaking her head. "It's okay. It was an accident." She looked at him and then back over at the ultrasound to get her head on something else. "Can we record it somehow?" Marley asked and the doctor nodded; explaining she'd save the recording for them. She smiled as she kept looking and listening to their baby for a moment before looking back at Finn. "This is amazing."

Finn They tell you that having a baby is a miracle, that the months leading up to it are some of the most magical, and frustrating, and can lead to revelations that you didn’t even know about yourself. Well, Finn was feeling all of this and Marley wasn’t even close to giving birth yet. His emotions were all over the place and while he could say that it was just overwhelming due to his circumstances, deep down he knew that wasn’t the case. And when he heard that strong heartbeat fill the quiet, those emotions threatened to come out, hell they did come out, and he wasn’t sure there were words to describe what he was feeling. Love, happiness, excitement, fear… they were all there as he leaned in to kiss Marley’s temple… something so simple and yet, made more complicated by the touch of lips. It as an accident, happened all the time in any given situation, but what he didn’t anticipate was the brief chill up his spine. He pulled away immediately, telling himself that it was a brief gust of cold air from he overhead vent. Yeah, just some cold air against his neck. Smiling and pushing the incident down, he nodded at her words. “I can’t believe it. Its the best sound in the world.” He whispered, squeezing her hand.

Marley The day was bringing out all sorts of things. All sorts of emotions, and the kiss certainly added to those. If pregnancy wasn't something to bring these things out in the first place, the fact Marley was an emotional person would. She couldn't focus on the kiss. She wouldn't allow herself to because it was too hard since he was with Rachel. Instead, she focused on their baby, the little heartbeat that was making this all so much better. She squeezed his hand back and lightly touched part of her stomach with her free hand. "It is. It truly is."

Finn If he was confused before, he was even more so now. Hearing his child's heartbeat was surreal and there were no amount of words to describe what that felt like. It was proof that he or she was healthy, and alive, and had all their little fingers and toes and were essentially perfect. The accidental kiss, and the sudden rush of emotions that crept up were all due to the sound filling the room. Nothing more and nothing less. "I'll go make that recording for the expecting parents, be right back." Their doctor said, allowing Marley the chance to get dressed and composed. "I've never heard a more beautiful sound. And now we'll have it forever." He said, turning his back as she redressed. "We should let Rachel hear it too. She'll be happy to know how strong they are." He said, looking over his shoulder.

Marley Marley smiled at the doctor as she left and she sat up to get her clothes. "I know. I'm gonna listen to it all the time. You'll have to pry it from my hands to listen to it yourself." She teased as she made sure he wasn't looking before slipping back on her dress. The mention of Rachel made her heart ache and she nodded. "Right, of course. I'm sure she'd love to hear it." She said and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. "We'll do it tonight."

Finn "Oh not tonight. I think I'm going to need it tonight." He teased, his nose crinkling. "Nothing like the sound of a heartbeat to put you to sleep. We can wait until tomorrow when we’ve both rested. Today has been a heck of a day, so many emotions and nerves. We should just relax the rest of the day. We'll order in, watch some Netflix, and pass out early." He smirked, head turning towards the door as the doctor walked back in. "Here you go Miss Rose." He said, handing her the recording. "Try not to make copies, it could ruin the audio."

Marley She laughed. "You'll have to pry it from me. But you're right, she may not hear it over the phone. We'll do it when she gets back." Marley said as she sat down to wait for the doctor to come back in. "That sounds like the perfect night. Walking Dead marathon?" she smirked at him before standing and smiling. "Thank you. We won't. We'll just fight over it." She joked and looked at Finn. "Ready?

Finn "So rude Rosie." He teased, his nose wrinkling. "They're my kid too you know!" The jock smirked with a laugh, listening to the instructions from the doctor. "But yes, we can let her listen when she gets back from Disney. I'm sure she would love it." Listening to her suggestions for the rest of her night, he nodded, grinning over at her. "That sounds great, I love it." After everything had been situated and she put the recording into her purse, they left the room and headed out to make the next appointment. "So, are we going home or did you want to stop anywhere? Do we need snacks?"

Marley "But I am carrying them." She laughed back and just looked at him for a moment. "Yes, the second she gets back." She nodded and put the recording away before following him out into the lobby. "Ooh, stop for snacks. I really want Jack in the Box." She grinned and talked to the receptionist about the appointment for June before heading out of the office with Finn. "And if you're good, I'll let you listen to the recording with me." She smirked.

Finn "Damn it, you got me there. Fine, I suppose you should keep it because it might get lost in all the other stuff in my room otherwise. It'll give me an excuse to drop by your room whenever." He smirked, grabbing her hand and squeezing it before letting go. "So Jack in the Box... how are we on popcorn? Trail mix? Fruit? Chocolate and ice cream? I mean the Walking Dead is a long ass show." Holding the door open for her, he helped her into his car, running around to the other side to step in. "So store, snacks, Jack in the Box, home, Walking Dead. The perfect combination."

Marley "Exactly. I'll keep it safe and you can come listen whenever." She smirked and her heart leaped as he squeezed her hand. She swallowed and shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm sure we're good, but we can stop and get extras. You can never have too much, right?" She got in and buckled up before looking at him. "Yes, definitely perfect with the perfect company."

Finn "Yes. I'll knock first though, I promise." He laughed, pulling out of the parking space. They headed back towards the apartment, stopping off at the store first to grab everything they would need for their marathon. An hour later, they made it back, and Finn changed into his batman shorts and a tshirt before plopping down on the couch. "You ready for this?"

Marley "Like you would need to." She commented. After they were back home and she had gotten into some shorts and a tank top, she got onto the couch and started snacking. "Yes. I have been for months when we first planned this." She teased him.

Finn "Let's do it then!" He smirked, pressing play on the remote and reaching for the snacks. Since they had seen the episodes before, Finn felt okay getting up to make some popcorn while the opening scene played. He wasn't gone long before he came back, steaming bowl in hand. "Here you go Rosie." He laughed, handing it to her.

Marley She focused on the screen as he started the show and snacked on the fries they got from Jack in the Box. She smiled as he came back with the popcorn and took the bowl. "I swear you can read the baby's mind on what exactly I'm craving."

Finn "Well if he's anything like me, then this is going to become his favorite snack." He laughed, shaking his head. They had gotten through the first episode, and midway through the second, when Finn felt his eyelids getting heavy. He looked over at Marley and she had already fallen asleep on his shoulder. He couldn't help but chuckle as he grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapping it around them. "Goodnight Marley." He said, kissing the top of her head, stopping the episode and letting his own eyes fall closed.

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gwentoryfics · 5 years

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hyunggu what was your reaction when you saw the mc in the elevator?

Hot for Teacher, Part 5.5.

Genre | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

Pairing | Hongseok x Reader x Hyunggu (Kino)

Words | 1.5k

Summary | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

Warnings | None

Parts | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • More Coming Soon

Note | Basically I planned this scene for Part 6, but this seemed like a great opportunity to re-write it from Kino’s point of view. Enjoy 🤗

The elevator slows to a halt, only one floor away from Kino’s destination - the sixth floor, where his dorm is situated. After stopping by the vending machines on the eleventh floor, his hands are now full of Doritos (his favorite late-night snack). He’s ready to binge-watch a few more episodes of Forensic Files and nothing can stop him.

Except her.

The doors slide open to reveal her image, and he’s taken aback for more than one reason. Not only is it unusual that he would see her in this dorm building (and well past midnight), but there’s clearly something wrong. He can tell from her disheveled hair and dripping wet dress.

“_____?” He murmurs her name, and she looks up at him, clearly just as surprised as he.

“Kino…” She sounds weak, defeated.

This isn’t right. He’s never seen her so distraught. Frowning worriedly, he offers, “Do you want to come over?” No matter what put her in this state, he needs to be there for her. She’s one of Kino’s best friends; of course he wants to take care of her.

With a gentle nod, she steps onto the elevator. She seems a little wobbly, and she smells faintly of liquor. Kino is about to reach out and steady her when she leans back against the wall of the elevator, supporting herself.

Kino suddenly remembers his last encounter with her drunken self - that explicit voicemail she left when she thought she had dialed someone else. Even though she made it clear that the message wasn’t meant for him, he has to wonder how things could be different if it had been his.

What if she had meant everything she said in that voicemail, and she was as hopelessly attracted to him as the voicemail made her sound? How would he have responded then?

He doesn’t know.

She’s certainly cute. That much is undeniable. And she’s incredibly easy to get along with. Kino had so much fun with her at karaoke, and she’s definitely one of the better friends he’s made at university.

But when it comes to more than friendship, he’s just not sure what he would want. He hasn’t really thought about it too much because he doesn’t want to risk losing her friendship.

Kino lets her into the dorm, quietly letting her know that his roommate is asleep in their shared bedroom. “You don’t have to whisper, though. He’s a heavy sleeper, and you can’t hear much in there when the door is closed.”

She just nods, slipping out of her heels. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course,” Kino immediately responds, but then he holds up a finger. “Actually, hold on a sec.”

He slips into the bedroom for a moment and digs around in the pitch black for a t-shirt and shorts. Her dress is completely wet and can’t possibly be comfortable, so the least he can do is give her something else to wear.

She gratefully accepts his clothing, and she’s in the bathroom just long enough to make him worry if she’s doing alright. But just as he’s about to check in on her, she reemerges.

“Kinooooo…” She groans as she comes into the living room, plopping down on the couch next to him. She leans over, resting her head on his shoulder and tucking her legs up onto the couch. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have cancelled our plans.”

Is that what’s bothering her? “It’s okay. I know that stuff comes up.” He doesn’t know exactly why she cancelled, but that doesn’t really matter. She hadn’t said much, just that she needed a raincheck for tonight.

Suddenly she sits up and looks right at him. “It was a shit night, Kino, and we would have had fun. We would have had so much fun, and I just want to eat barbecue - God I could go for some barbecue right now…”

Kino frowns. So something else is wrong. “What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”

Dramatically, she collapses back onto the couch. “I made out with Wooseok.”

What?

The sudden confession catches him entirely off guard. He’s aware that she’s been tutoring him, but he didn’t realize that they were close. Or that she was into him.

The most confusing part of it all, though, is the fact that he feels distinctly disappointed.

“You did?” He tries to sound unfazed, but he’s not sure if he’s convincing. “I… didn’t realize you liked him.”

“I don’t know if I do.” She sighs. “I don’t know what to think. It was sort of an accident.”

Kino’s caring-mode goes into overdrive. “Did he force himself on you?”

“No! No. It’s… I wanted to. I just… ugh I’m so tired. Can I stay over?”

He doesn’t hesitate to nod. “Yeah, of course you can stay. But I need you to drink some water before you go to sleep, okay?” She doesn’t seem out-of-her-wits drunk, but he needs to make sure that he’s at least somewhat hydrated so she doesn’t feel like death in the morning.

“What about some more tequila?” She giggles, grabbing his arm playfully.

“No.” He laughs, unable to be stern with her. “You need water.”

“Ugh, I knowww… That’s why my dress is wet.”

Kino gets up from the couch to fetch her some water. “What happened with that, anyway?”

“I did the same thing you’re doing now.” She padded behind him, following him into the kitchen, watching him fill the glass. “I told Wooseok we needed some water, but neither one of us finished, and so we just put the cups on the counter, and then he put me on the counter, and then he took off my underwear and-”

“Whoa! I don’t need all the details.” Kino interrupts her, not really wanting to hear any more of her ramblings about Wooseok and what he did or didn’t do to her tonight. He holds out the water to her. “Drink.”

She gulped it down way too fast, handing back the empty cup. “There. I did it.”

“I’m proud of you.” Kino places the cup in the sink to be washed at a later time, and then he grabs his collection of Doritos from the counter. “I know it’s not barbecue, but do you want some chips?”

“Hell yeah I want some chips.” Like a vulture, she swoops in, grabbing one of the snack-size bags from Kino’s hands. “Why do you have so many?”

Shrugging, Kino leads the way back to the couch. “I just like them.”

Mid-crunch, she blabs, “They’re goooood.” Without any sort of prompting, she reclines across the couch, resting the back of her head on Kino’s thigh.

He just chuckles. “Please, make yourself at home.”

She gives him a stupid smile and shoves another chip in her mouth. “Hey, Kino… Have you had your heart broken before?”

The question catches him off guard, but he thinks for a moment. “Yeah, but it wasn’t really a big deal. It just felt like the worst thing in the world at the time. But that was years ago, so…”

“What happened?”

He looks down at her, innocently munching on her cheesy chips. “I had a crush in high school, and when I confessed they just laughed at me.”

She frowns. “That wasn’t very nice of them.”

“It’s whatever. I went on to have other relationships and it wasn’t really a big deal.”

“You’re probably too good for them, anyway. You’re so fun. And talented. And clever. They probably had zero personality and a poo brain.”

Kino laughs warmly. “A poo brain?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s very sweet of you.”

Without thinking, Kino’s non-cheesy hand comes to rest on his lap, his fingers gently stroking her hair. He just feels so comfortable being close with her that he doesn’t even realize it might be a weird gesture.

“Mm.” She hums softly, closing her eyes. “That’s nice.”

“You like it?” He drags his fingers across her scalp.

“Mhm.” Her whole face relaxes for just a moment, and then she frowns slightly. “I think he has a girlfriend.”

“Who does?”

“The guy I like. Liked. I don’t know.”

“…The guy from the voicemail?”

She nods, eyes finally coming open. “I saw him tonight and it was awful.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s a secret.”

Kino’s hand passes over her hair one more time, enjoying the feel of it. “I’m sorry that it was so awful. You’re probably too good for him, too. Clearly he’s got a severe case of poo brain if he picked someone else over you.”

Her laughter is sweet and bright, and it warms him. He’s always glad when he can make her laugh and lift her spirits. She murmurs, “Yeah, Professor Poo Brain.”

“Professor?” His hand pauses. She couldn’t mean that literally… right?

“Yeah he teaches his little poo brain class, he doesn’t even know how to add…”

What the hell is she talking about? “You’re not making any sense.”

She waves her hands, brushing him off. “It’s okay. It’s a secret. I want to sleep now.”

Kino desperately hopes that it’s just the alcohol making her spew nonsense. There’s no way she could be wrapped up in something with a professor…

Post Script | Thank you for reading! Please stay tuned for Part 6.

Update | Read Part 6 here!

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queenreginascontour · 6 years

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idk how to ask this without sounding like a loser rat bitch, so here goes nothing. i go back to my college in the beginning of august for my soph year but i really don’t want to go back. i feel like i didn’t make any friends and it honestly fucking sucks bc i go to a SEC school so i feel totally invisible. at first it was fine bc i could focus a lot on my schoolwork but then it started affecting my mental health. i feel so stupid sending this but i literally don’t have anywhere else to go. (1)

i know you’re in college too and you seem like you have friends and your shit together. in general i honestly respect you and i don’t want to talk to my family or home friends about this bc i feel like a little kid. idk. idk what i’m even asking for i just want this to end. (2/2)

hey anonty.. first of all im sorry 4 answering this so late but like i said, i didnt want to answer it on mobile LMAO but ok im gonna try to give the best advice i can give and i truly hope it helps u.. ok we know by know that asking me for advice just turns into storytime so im butting this under the cut bc idk how long it will be:

let me first clarify that i absolutely do not have my shit together, and that’s ok. i dont think anyone really does. im a rising sophomore as well, and for the first few months of first semester, i genuinely thought that i would never find real friends in college. not to suck my own dick, but ive always been someone who just has a lot of friends (not in like a bitchy, mean girls popularity way). a lot of different kinds of people just kind of gravitate towards me.. i dont rly know why, but because of it, ive never really had an issue with not having friends. however, i also have never really had to go out of my way to make friends, either. this proved to be my issue in the beginning of first semester. once again, not to suck my own dick, and probably to ur surprise if u regularly see my blog, people know me as a smart person. ive always performed very well academically and maintaining that has always been a priority for me. obviously, this attitude continued in college, but (kind of like u said), i think i got a little too into it and i used studying and homework as a hiding place because at my core, i was scared to go and make the effort to make friends. im sure u rly dont care about my personal life and im sorry for writing this all but what im trying to say is cliche but.. put urself out there. if u just go from class to class to the library to ur room, there is literally no way for you to meet people. once i started just like, joining clubs and getting an internship and even just going to the common room in my dorm building, i found my people. what’s funny to me is that my closest friends thus far just came to me out of nowhere, like my friends from the past.. like i literally do not know how we became friends. the law of attraction is real thots…….

one other cliché: be yourself. i am such a firm believer that it is impossible to make real connections with people if u present them with a modified version of yourself. i am a very transparent person. how u see me act on here is how i act in front of others. half my dorm from last yr knows i want to fuck a cars character, and that’s how you find your true friends and how your true friends find you. another anecdote u dont want to hear: my roommate came into college not wanting to drink or get involved in the party scene in any way. she was also very insecure. for context: my school is not a “party school” by any definition, although some act like it LMAO. obv people go out once in a while but nobody goes too hard, nobody parties on weekdays, and there are so many other things to do off campus that going out seems kind of stupid. however, my roommate felt like she had to drink and frequent the house parties in order to have a social life. it was literally the saddest fuckign thing to watch. she spiraled into someone she didnt want to be and i had to save her from many a sticky situation. she put herself out there, but she put a fake version of herself out there. im rambling again, but just.. dont be my roommate.. stay true to urself

finally, i dont know your situation, and i would definitely put a lot of thought into this, but transferring is an option. you said you go to an sec school- maybe that’s the issue. maybe a smaller school is a better fit for you. i truly love my school more than i thought that i would, and i want you to share that feeling. if you continue to feel invisible and trapped- most importantly, if it continues to affect your mental health- please, try to transfer. my roommate did consider transferring until she realized that she was being disingenuous and turned herself around. it is important for you to find at least one person at school you can turn to, especially if you feel like the environment is eating away at you. i assume it’s too late to start the transfer process for this semester if you’re going back in august, but stick it out for at least part of the semester and really try to find your niche. if you can find your niche, i guarantee that you will find your people. also, im.. idk.. humbled ? that u turned to me for help, but please, talk to your family. as a bitch who has too much pride and bottles shit up, i know it can be hard. but they know you better than anyone and they can probably help you better than i can.

i love you, and i hope everything works out. keep me updated, and know im here anytime u need to talk

#ask #oof this got rambly im sorry if ur on mobile i promise i put a read more i tried #OH also i meant to put this in the first part but #part of the point of that is that ur def not alone and #there are 100% people out there in ur school who are inthe same situation #and like #it's college #everyone wants friends #and even if u talk to someone and ur not their best friend #they introduce u to people and one of them can be ur best friend #everyone is like.. a tree of people #branches #etc #now i just sound insane

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fallinglikemagic · 6 years

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Mistletoe (LWA Secret Santa (Part2))

The written portion of my Secret Santa gift for @sleepynook! Sulotte focused with background Dianakko. Hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas!! (@lwasanta)

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The library was quiet, the usual sounds of murmurs, rustling pages and scraping chairs absent as most students had gone home for the holidays. The only sound was the occasional turn of a page and the scratching of a pen as Diana took advantage of her free time to get in some extra studying in preparation for the next semester. Diana appreciated the silence, but it felt...out of place. She had almost gotten used to the constant noise...

SLAM

“DIANA I NEED YOUR HELP!!!!’

Aaaaaand there goes the peaceful silence.

Diana rolled her eyes and shut her book with a sigh. She turned to the door where Akko was bent over, hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

“W-wait....just...just gimme a sec...” Akko took another deep breath before jogging over to Diana, who stood next to the desk patiently.

“Well?”

“Eh?”

“What did you need help with?”

“Oh! Right!” Akko grimaced. “Lotte and Sucy are being oblivious again...”

Diana sighed. She had seen for herself how infuriating it was, watching those two dance around each other for months now, both believing that the other would never feel the same. Of course, Sucy was much more subtle and never said anything out loud - at least, not to Diana, but it was clear in her behaviour.

Sucy would only ever listen to Lotte if asked to do something she didn’t want to do. Almost all of her genuine smiles were directed at the ginger, and even a hug or a brush of hands would cause the potion maker to freeze in place, her cheeks taking on a slightest tinge of colour.

Lotte on the other hand, didn’t even try to hide her feelings when Sucy wasn’t around. And at first, it was endearing, but at this point all of the Red, Blue and Green Team group had gotten sick of waiting for one of them to make a move.

“UGH, I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!” Akko clutched onto Diana’s shoulders, lightly shaking the blonde. “WE’VE GOTTA GO SOMETHING”

“‘We’?” Diana asked skeptically, placing her hands on top of Akko’s. “I do not recall agreeing to this.”

Akko pouted, sticking out her bottom lip and gazing up at Diana with wide, watery eyes. “Come on, pleeeeaaaaase?”

“Don’t give me that look,” Diana groaned, looking away. “Would it not be better to ask somebody else for assistance? I’m sure Amanda would be happy to help out. Or perhaps Constanze - she was the one who helped us get together, after all...”

“But the green team all went home for the holidays a few days ago, remember? Pleeeeeeaaaaaase?”

Diana looked back at Akko, intending to scold her. “Akko-”

Diana wavered.

“Fine,” she sighed. “But you’d better have a plan.”

“YATTA!” Akko exclaimed, giving Diana a quick peck on the cheek before letting her go. “I may have a few ideas~”

Diana sighed as she followed Akko out of the library. “She knows I can’t resist the puppy dog eyes...”

Lotte sat alone atop her bed, a stack of books by her side, one open in her hands. She hummed to herself, enjoying the peace and quiet away from her rather...chaotic roommates-

A sudden knock on the door scared Lotte out of her skin as she jumped in her spot, her glasses falling askew, accidentally knocking over the pile of books. She took a moment to catch her breath before another knock sounded, slightly louder this time, once again making Lotte jolt.

“C-coming!”

The ginger clambered down the ladder clumsily, almost slipping as she rushed over to the door and opened it.

“S-sorry, sorry, I was reading, and then, you knocked and it, it scared me and, sorry, um-” Lotte stood up straight, adjusting her glasses bashfully. “S-sorry, how can I help - Diana?”

“Lotte, is everything alright?” the blonde asked, slightly concerned and confused.

“Yes, yes, everything’s fine, sorry,” Lotte smiled sheepishly. “What did you need me for?”

“Ah, Akko requested I come and get you. She wishes to show you something.”

“Why didn’t she come herself?” Lotte asked, slightly suspicious. ‘What’s Akko up to this time..?’

“Akko is looking for Sucy, and thought it more effective if I was to come find you in the meantime.”

“Well...OK,” Lotte agreed, still kind of skeptical. “Just give me a few minutes.”

Diana nodded, turning and leaning back on the wall as she waited.

‘I hope Akko knows what she’s doing...’

“Sorry for making you wait!” Lotte exclaimed as she exited the dorm room, having thrown on her shawl on top of her pyjamas. “I’m ready now.”

Diana nodded, stepping away from the wall. “Shall we?”

After a few minutes of walking together in silence, Diana could feel the tension, the silence overbearing. She decided it would be a good idea to get Lotte in the right mindset.

“So,” she began, “How are things coming along with Sucy?”

Immediately, Lotte flushed. “W-what do you mean?”

“In terms of your relationship.”

“R-right...” Lotte cleared her throat. “I mean, I don’t know, nothing’s really happened, I mean, she’s always really nice when it’s just the two of us - she even bought me a book she thought I’d like...”

“Really?” Diana was slightly shocked at this. ‘Seems Sucy cares even more than we thought...’

Lotte nodded. “It’s about a mushroom farmer and a writer and how they slowly become friends and develop crushes on each other-”

‘Oh boy here we go’

“It’s really sweet seeing them start to care about each other more and more and seeing the ways they try and show their affection. They’re both really oblivious though and eventually all their friends know and they get really frustrated and try to convince them to confess to each other but they don’t wanna ruin their friendship so- o-oops, sorry I almost spoiled something really important, but um- it’s a really good story! Uh...” Lotte looked down and played with her hands sheepishly. “S-sorry, I started rambling again...”

Diana just stared at Lotte, confounded and in awe of just how oblivious the ginger could be. Now she understood why Akko was so desperate to get these two together.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind,” Diana reassured her. “I know what it can be like to get into a good book.”

“Really?”

Diana nodded. “Perhaps I could recommend you something later?”

“Y-yeah, that sounds nice!”

A few moments later, Diana stopped. Lotte continued for a few steps before realising that the blonde was no longer at her side and paused, confused.

“Diana?”

“My apologies, but I just remembered Professor Chariot asking me for a favour and I’m afraid I will be late if I do not rush to her office immediately,” Diana was slightly scared at how easy it was to make up a lie on the spot. “Akko should be just down the hall, around the next corner. I trust you can make it there yourself?”

“Oh! Of course!” Lotte smiled. “Thank you!”

Diana nodded. “It was no problem at all. I wish you luck.”

Before Lotte had a chance to ask what Diana meant, the blonde had already walked off.

Lotte stared after her for a few minutes before shrugging, continuing ahead and around the corner.

Sucy was stood leaning against the wall, bored as hell. Her eye shifted over to Lotte as she heard her approach, sending a shiver down the ginger’s spine.

“H-hey Sucy!” Lotte greeted, standing next to the taller girl. She looked around briefly. “Where’s Akko?”

“She said she had something to do.”

“But Diana said she had something to show us...” Lotte grew suspicious, holding her chin in her hand. “What’s she up to this time..?”

Sucy glanced around, before finally looking up at the ceiling and freezing, her eye widening slightly.

“S-sucy?” Lotte followed the Filipino’s gaze to see a strange plant hanging from the ceiling.

“I-is that..?”

“Mistletoe,” Sucy groaned.

Lotte’s eyes widened comically, heat rising in her face, cheeks as red as Sucy’s eyes.

“Akko must’ve set this up...” Sucy groaned, grimacing and looking away. “I should’ve known...sorry about this.”

“N-no, don’t apologise!” Lotte said frantically. “It’s totally fine!”

A heavy silence filled the air as Sucy bit her lip, refusing to look at the ginger. Lotte fidgeted with her hands, staring down at her feet. Did Akko seriously expect this to work? Sucy would never be the kind of person to follow this kind of stupid tradition, regardless of her own feelings in the matter.

That being said, she was surprised Sucy hadn’t already walked away...

“So...um...”

“What?”

Lotte cleared her throat. “Does this mean we...um...”

Sucy took a few seconds to realise what she said, her cheeks taking on a slight tinge of colour. “Kiss?”

Lotte felt the heat rush back to her cheeks. “Y-yeah...”

“...do you want to?”

“U-um, well, I mean, uh-”

“It’s OK if you do.”

“Huh?” Lotte looked up at Sucy who was turned to the side, her visible eye facing away from the bookworm.

“If you wanna kiss, you can just say it...”

“And...” Lotte adjusted her glasses. “What if I say yes?”

“Then I’d have to do this...” Sucy took a few steps forward so that she and Lotte were only a few inches apart. She put one boney hand on the Finn’s shoulder, holding her cheek with the other. She leaned in so that Lotte could feel the mushroom lover’s breath on her lips. “May I?”

Lotte swallowed before nodding, also leaning forward. Sucy closed the distance between them, her cold lips pressed against Lotte’s soft ones. Lotte melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Sucy’s waist as the Filipino pulled her closer. They broke the kiss, holding each other close and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Lotte...I...”

“I know,” Lotte smiled, eyes shining with affection as she leaned forward for another kiss. “I love you too~”

OMAKE:

Akko’s grin could not be any wider as she peered around the corner at her teammates. She ducked back behind the corner, turning to her own girlfriend with a smug glint in her eye.

“Told ya it’d work!” she bragged with a wink.

Diana rolled her eyes with a smile. “Good job.”

Suddenly, Diana took a small step forward, reaching out to grab Akko by the waist and pull the Japanese witch closer. Akko opened her mouth to question it before Diana pointed up at a mistletoe she’d placed there when Akko was distracted. Akko grinned, leaning in and closing the minuscule gap between them.

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mavrisfanfics · 7 years

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Connor X Reader X Haytham - Sugar Daddy [Request]

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 1466

Warnings: Mentions to sexual content, but nothing too explicit. Tell me if you think this needs to be tagged as nsfw, but since there's nothing explicit, I think it's not necessary. Also, OOC af.

Notes:(I took the freedom to change it slightly and step it up a notch 😉)

Forgive me father for I have sinned. I made this a bit more dirty than usual and I'm willing to make a continuation ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), which is strange.

I apologize my lack of activity, but I’ve spent the last week fangirling over Pyre. That game is so husbando/waifu material. Plus it has the cutest canon pairings ever. I’ll replay it again a few more times until I can explore the various options for the endings. Seriously, I’m considering making a reader-insert for Pyre, which could be fucking canon since the player’s character is treated as Reader. The whole damn game is a Reader-insert with basketball-like rituals in between represented by beautiful art and music, and with amazing characters to meet throughout the journey... I just rambled didn’t I?...

Well, I did my best.

Anyway, enjoy!

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(sry not sry 4 the gif)

Her fingers wrapped nervously around the edge of her dress, nervously twisting and stretching the fabric. Her boyfriend was driving, hand occasionally settling over hers to grip them reassuringly. She appreciated the gesture, but couldn't help but feel nervous. Meeting your beloved's parents was never easy.

"I have an ex that lived here in the area." She blurted, trying to distract herself with conversation. Connor simply hummed in acknowledgement, not knowing what to reply. "I would still be with him if I hadn't met you."

"Was he jealous you spent time with me?" He jokingly asked.

"No, I just love you more than I ever liked him." She gave him an adoring look that made him blush. "It was more a casual thing, you know...".

As they progressed further into the neighborhood, she started noticing that it was the same way her ex used to take to his house, on those day they had it for themselves and could have some /fun/ without being interrupted. She had college roommates at the time, and her "ex", was actually an older man with a son of his own, a couple years older than her, so they took whatever time they could to spend some /pleasurable/ time together.

She drove away the thoughts of those times, feeling as if she was cheating on Connor just from remembering. Connor was the best man she ever met and no one could make her change her mind. Although the escapes were fun...

She scolded herself and remembered why she was there and her hands returned to the hem of the dress, eyes cast down while worries of what could happen ran through her head. She'd never been in a serious relationship, so meeting Connor's father was a nerve-wrecking experience.

Next thing she knew, her thoughts were pieced by Connor's voice.

"We're here."

She got out of the car quickly, fixing her dress before following Connor towards the house. Only then did she recognize the house and she froze in horror.

No, it couldn't be!

Connor took her hand and led her to the front door, which he unlocked with a key of his own after ringing the bell for a moment just to signal his presence. He led her inside the house, still holding her hand.

"Father, I'm here."

A head popped up from the door she /knew/ was the kitchen door and she just wished to jump inside a hole, curl up and die.

Her boyfriend's father was her sugar daddy.

"Connor, good to see you again." Haytham hugged his son tightly before he motioned for his girlfriend, frozen behind him and inwardly dead.

Haytham looked in surprise at her shocked figure. Just like her, he didn't expect to meet /each other/.

"Father, this is my girlfriend, (F/n). (F/n), my father." She realized she had to act quickly. She had never told Connor her ex was actually a sugar daddy, and she definitely wouldn't tell him now that she knew his father and her sugar daddy were /one and the same/.

She stretched out her hand for him to shake and smiled politely.

"Mr. Kenway, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said in the politest way possible. Haytham smiled, after recovering from the meeting, and took her hand. Instead of shaking it, he drew it to his lips and lightly kissed it, making her blush while she used all her willpower to keep old memories buried. Her boyfriend was next to her, for god's sake!

"Please, call me Haytham." The way he looked at her was mocking, and she tried to hide a glare. He was toying with her, and it made her embarrassment turn to anger.

The three then settled in the dining room for dinner. Haytham spent the dinner questioning the couple about how they met and questioning the young woman about her life, all information he already knew but pretended not to, much to her delight. When the conversation allowed, Haytham would slip in an innuendo that would fluster the other two and anger the woman at the same time. He would also constantly send her knowing looks, clearly amused with the situation.

After dinner, the three moved on to the living room, still talking. Although the meeting didn't go as planned, (F/n) found herself thinking of it a success when Connor finally advised they should leave and he remained oblivious to the tension between his father and his girlfriend.

Of course, karma decided to ruin everything when Connor decided to go to the bathroom right before leaving, which left the other two alone. At first the room was silent, but as soon as Connor climbed into the second floor, Haytham broke the silence.

"Well, my son has good taste, that I must admit."

"Shut up. Not a word. Connor doesn't know what kind of relationship I had before him, and knowing I had it with his father would only make things worse." She glared at him.

"Was it because of him that you ended our... relationship?" Haytham asked, analyzing her reaction.

"Yes." She looked him in the eye while answering, and then her eyes moved away and her expression turned dreamy. "He's so nice. I love him, and although things with you were fun, with him everything has a deeper meaning... And it's still fun."

"He makes you feel like a princess?" She chuckled before replying, still looking into the distance.

"Yes... Yes, he- … Hey, wait a sec!" Haytham laughed while she seethed, finally understanding the tone he had used to ask the question. She jumped from her seat and started putting her coat on.

"Here's the thing Haytham: I love Connor and neither you or anyone else can change that. So, let's do ourselves a favor and forget anything happened between us before this day. Yes, those times were fun, the thrill of the thing was nice, but Connor is the one who makes me feel loved, /alive/, and I wouldn’t change that for the world."

Haytham lips curled into a proud smile, but still with a hint of mischief underneath.

"Of course, I agree, /baby girl/." She almost screamed in frustration.

"Don't call me that!"

"Call you what?"

Her head whipped back to the door so fast it seemed she snapped her neck. Connor was standing behind her, towering over her with arms crossed and a brow raised in a questioning manner. She tried to find words, but her mouth just opened and close like a fish.

Connor suddenly raised a hand to stop her.

"No need to explain, I know what happened between you two." She exchanged questioning looks with the oldest Kenway, who simply shrugged. "C'mon, did you two really think I never came home while you were here?"

"Wait, so, you knew about us?" She asked her boyfriend, shocked.

"I did ask you if 'we hadn't met before' when we met for a reason." Connor smirked lightly, while her jaw dropped to the floor.

"So, us bumping into each other was /not/ a coincidence?!" Connor shook his head. "...Unbelievable."

"At first I just wanted to know why you were sleeping with my father." He pulled her close to him, while looking at Haytham, still sitting on the couch. "And I quickly realized why. I was just so happy when I knew you had chosen me over him, and most of all I was happy you felt for me the same way I did for you." Her heart skipped a beat, and she timidly asked, looking at him shyly:

"So... no hard feelings?" Connor shook his head, hugging her towards him.

"No hard feelings."

"Well, now that that's settled..." Haytham suddenly said, getting up from the couch. "I just want to say I'm glad everything's well, and I'll make sure to stay out of your way."

"You better." Connor said, glaring at his father. Suddenly the woman found his hands slowly drift towards her hips, making her look questioningly at her boyfriend. His expression then turned mischievous before continuing "...Unless you'd like to share, once in a while."

The confused woman looked between the two men, both with a glint in their eyes.

"Wait, what?" The two looked at her, and she realized she was screwed. They had a predatory look in their eyes.

"You think I didn't notice the way you were fidgeting at dinner?" Connor's breath in her ear made her shiver. It was true. Although she wanted to be mad at Haytham, once in a while a comment would make a dirty memory resurface and her body inevitably reacted to such. "What do you say, father?"

"Well, if she's up to it..."

The two looked at her intensely, awaiting an answer. She didn't need to think, her lips curled into a smirk.

"Do you really need to ask?"

#connor kenway x reader #haytham kenway x reader #connor kenway #haytham kenway #Assassin's Creed #assassin's creed 3 #assassin's creed x reader #reader #reader-insert #x reader #fanfic #request #requests open

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artsyyoyo · 7 years

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Jaehee x MC: Mysterious coffee girl

<~ Previous chapter / Next chapter ~>

Notes at the end.

Chapter 2

You know that business people can be really rude? Yeah well, now, I do too.

I had been looking for jobs the whole morning but off course found nothing. Miserably, I went back home being awaited by… nobody. I put my bag on the counter and plumped very elegantly down on the couch. Right, Sarah was away helping out the people in the petting zoo. I took out my phone to check my messages. Nothing new. I lay down for a few minutes thinking about any other possible jobs I could do. I sighed and wondered why nobody wanted to hire me.

Allright stop it! I have no time to sulk! I jumped up from the couch and went back to the kitchen. Food, food, what should I make?... Sarah should be back around 1 PM, so she’ll still be in time for lunch. I gasped. I had the most brilliant idea! ‘Let’s make some soup! It’s perfect with this cold weather and that way I can make use of those carrots I recently bought!’ I felt like a genius.

With my newfound motivation I marched to the fridge. I opened it and found… No carrots…?? What the-?? Oh no… Don’t tell me… Ow no she didn’t!!!

My breath froze into little puffy clouds. I was tapping my foot impatiently on the ground when I saw Sarah running towards me down the street. ‘I got your text’ she said huffing. ‘What’s the emergency?’ ‘Were you the one who took all the carrots?’ She looked at me baffled. Then her eyes widened. ‘Oh yeah! I took them with me to feed the horses at the petting zoo! Wait was that the emergency?!’ ‘Yes’ ‘Then why did I have to come too?! You could’ve bought them yourself right?’ ‘Because it’s your fault I couldn’t make carrot soup.’ She looked at me for a second trying to figure out whether I was joking or not. I stared back, arms crossed in front of my chest. She sighed put her hands up in defeat. ‘Alright, alright I was just about done with the job either way. Let’s go!’ I smiled.

‘By the way’ she asked when we walked into the shop. ‘How did job hunting go?’ I let out a long sigh. ‘Still nothing’ She patted my back reassuringly. ‘Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find something and when you don’t, you can still come work with me! That would be so much fun!’ I chuckled at her enthusiasm. ‘I mean you’re good with kids, right?’ I nodded. I was good with kids, yes, but… ‘You know I’m crappy with animals. The only animals that seem to like me are cats! And that won’t be enough to work at a petting zoo’ ‘Yeah you’re probably right’ Sarah admitted. ‘But cheer up there are plenty of jobs out there with your name on it MC! You just haven’t found the right one yet’ She put an arm around my shoulders and ruffled my hair. I was really thankful for her optimism then. We walked towards the vegetable aisle. Maybe we can take some spinach too and sprouts, maybe some fruits or maybe not, fruits are pretty expensive in winter… So no fruits...

I got dragged out of my thoughts when I saw… her. I let out a tiny high pitched scream and pulled myself and Sarah abruptly behind a rack with spices. ‘He- hey! What are you doing!? What’s going o-’ I smashed my gloved hands in Sarah’s face to shut her up. I peeked from behind the rack and, yes, it really was her… My heart was pounding in my chest. I heard a muffled sound and looked at Sarah. Her face was flushed red and she was flapping her arms around frantically. Ow gosh I’m killing her! I removed my hands from her face and my roommate took a deep breath and whispered jokingly: ‘Thanks a lot for not suffocating me’ I looked at her and mouthed back ‘Sorry.’ Then I turned around and looked again. She was still there. Sarah peeked over my head and frowned. ‘Why are we hiding and who’s that?’ ‘It’s the mysterious coffee girl’ ‘Wait… the one you talked about last week?! THAT mysterious coffee girl?!’ ‘Yeah what other coffee girl could I be talking about?!’, I asked sarcastically. ‘Fair point, but then again, why are we hiding?’ Wait a sec… Why ARE we hiding? I was speechless. ‘Just go talk to her’ Sarah said in a hushed voice. I stared at her like she was speaking another language. ‘What?! I whisper-screamed. ‘I can’t do that! What am I supposed to say?! “Hey I just saw you once a week ago and I kept on thinking about you and wondering if I would see you ever again. Hey look the broccoli is on sale. So how was your day and could I get your number?” ‘Good enough! Now go!’ Sarah pushed me from behind the rack. I stumbled and looked back at her. She gave me a thumbs up and smiled encouraging. I’m going to kill her when we get back. I took a deep breath and walked up to the girl. Her back was facing me so I tapped her shoulder: ‘He-’

Next thing I remember I… was laying on the ground with the coffee girl holding onto my arm. Her expression was a mix of utter shock and unease.

Wait... Did she just judo-flip me on the ground?! How the-?! Why the-?! Huh?!?!

‘O gosh... Oh no…’ She threw her hands over her mouth in disbelief. ‘I am so sorry! Are you okay?! Please let me help you!’ She reached out her hand. Still shocked I took it and she pulled me up. I blinked a few times slowly processing what happened. The girl looked at me with eyes filled with concern. ‘Hey are you sure you’re okay? I’m so very sorry! I was startled and my body just moved on it’s own’ I looked down to see I was still holding her hand. I pulled it back very quickly, face flushed, and looked back to where Sarah was standing. I saw her holding back her laughter and she waved her hand at me. I looked back at the girl who was still looking very concerned.

‘Ah! No don’t worry! I’m fine’ I said to her. ‘I shouldn’t have snuck up onto you’ I grinned awkwardly. She sighed reassured and gave me one of the warmest smiles I’ve ever received. Ow gosh! Ow gosh! Ow gosh! Ow gosh! Ow gosh! Ow gosh! Stop being so darn cute! I had to avert my gaze or I would’ve drowned in those beautiful golden brown orbs. ‘Hey?’, she asked. ‘Don’t I know you from somewhere?’ I looked back and saw her scanning my face. ‘Ah! Eum… we met once in this store before right? I think it was on a Saturday? Or maybe a Sunday... No that’s not possible, the shop is closed on Sundays... Either way I think it was in the coffee aisle…?’, I rambled as an answer. Smooth, MC, very smooth, and not creepy at all. I mentally facepalmed.

Her eyes widened as if she remembered something. ‘Yes! You’re right! I thought so too!’ She took off her glove and offered her hand. ‘It’s very nice to meet! I’m Jaehee Kang, but just call me Jaehee!’ I did the same and took her hand. So warm and soft!!! ‘It’s nice to meet you too! I’m MC’ She tilted her head a little. ‘M...C…?’ ‘Ah yeah.. that’s what everyone calls me. My real name is Maggie Clarissa but no one really calls me that… I find it kind of embarrassing.’ I scratched my neck blushing a bit. ‘Well if you tell me, I find it a rather lovely name’ She smiled again. She’s too pure!! Aagh!! How can someone be this adorable!! ‘Thank-’ No!! my voice cracked!! ‘-you’ I cleared my throat. She snickered. I swear if she smiles on more time I’m going to die!! ‘I-’ Her phone rang at that exact moment. She searched her bag and pulled out her phone. ‘I’m sorry I really have to take this one, wait just one sec’ I nodded. ‘Yes, Zen, what is it…’ Then she walked away to talk more privately. I stood there in a daze. I couldn’t really grasp what has happened. I looked at Jaehee, she was frowning and trying to explain something, based on her agitated hand gestures.

Sarah walked up to me and hugged me from behind. ‘I’m so proud of you!!’ She let go of me and gave me a beaming smile. I smiled too and let out a little squeal. ‘I talked to her!! I can’t believe I met her again!’ I cupped my cheeks in my hands and felt the warmth radiating from them. I jumped up and down, squealing together with Sarah. I immediately stopped and poked Sarah in her ribs when I saw Jaehee walking up to us again. She saw Sarah and gave a quizzical look. ‘Ow yeah, this is my friend Sarah’ I explained to her. ‘Sarah, this is Jaehee.’ She looked shocked for a bit, but quickly gave Jaehee a small smile and held out her hand. ‘Nice to meet you’ ‘Likewise’ Jaehee turned to me and said with an apologetic look: ‘I’m very sorry, but I really have to go now. Something came up at work and they need my help. Ow but wait!’ She opened a small pocket in her bag and took out a business card. I Read the info. So she works at a coffee shop... ‘All my info is on here, if you wanna call or something… Well see you around!’ She waved and speed walked out of view.

Sarah playfully pinched my cheek. ‘You even got her number!! Such a lucky girl!’ I was grinning like an idiot. If this is a dream, please don’t wake me up! ‘Hey can I see that business card for a sec?’ I gave it to her. She read the info and threw her hand over her mouth. ‘O. MY. GOSH!!!! I was right!!! It really is her!! But how is that even possible?! And she works there too...?’ Trying to figure out what she was saying, I frowned at her. ‘What the heck are you talking about?’ ‘I’ll show you when we get home. We still need to buy those carrots right or did you forget’ She winked at me. ‘Of course I didn’t forget!’ Although I actually did. ‘Let’s go. I’m hungry.’ We bought the carrots and went back home.

‘Okay, now, explanation! What was that all about in the shop?’ I jumped up and sat on the counter. Sarah did the same and sat down beside me. She pulled out her phone and opened the ‘Mystic Messenger’ app. I frowned and said: ‘Hey I thought you were going to explain what you were going on about in the shop, not play games.’ ‘I am. Patience, dear.’ The game loaded. Some jazzy music filled the room. Catchy. She tapped a few buttons on the screen and started scrolling through some anime looking images. ‘The art looks really nice’ I commented. She smiled and nodded. ‘Ah! Got it’ I leaned in a bit closer. She looked me in the eye and started explaining. ‘Look, this may sound weird but… Jaehee is a game character.’ Wait, what?! ‘Wait, what?!’ ‘There’s a character in Mystic Messenger also called Jaehee Kang.’ ‘Okay… But isn’t that just a coincidence? I mean there are probably tons of people called that name.’ ‘Yeah, okay, that’s true’, she admitted. ‘But look at this’ She showed me an image of a young woman with short brown hair and golden brown eyes. She was wearing glasses and a business suit. She wore a serious look on her face, almost cold. I could see some resemblances but saying she’s the same… ‘Aren’t you just a bit overreacting. I mean, they look kinda similar, but not that much... ‘ ‘Don’t believe me? Okay just wait one sec. I haven’t played her route yet so, I haven’t gotten the after ending yet, but I’ve seen some pictures around tumblr…’

I didn’t understand half of what she was saying. She tapped some more on her screen and held the phone in front of my face. She showed me an image of the same young woman… although now she looked like… Jaehee… Her brown hair now reached her back. She didn’t have her glasses and she wore that soft smile Jaehee has given me before, eyes sparkling. I gaped at the image and snatched the phone out of Sarah’s grasp. I jumped from the counter and started walking pacing in the kitchen. ‘How is that possible…? I mean, it can't be possible right? No, of course not’, I whispered.

I shook my head and gave the phone back. ‘That’s just a weird coincidence.’ Sarah looked at me with raised eyebrows but let the comment slide. ‘Whatever you say, MC. I still think it’s weird.’ She jumped off the counter and added. ‘Ow, by the way the business card she gave you…’ ‘Yeah what about it’ I took it out of my bag and looked at it. ‘It’s from that new coffee shop I mentioned last week.’ ‘She must be working there then right?!’ I perked up. Sarah laughed at my sudden change of mood. ‘Yeah most likely, Let’s visit it tomorrow!’ I nodded. Sarah was about to leave the room when I called her out.

‘Hey eum, were can I download this Mystic Messenger game…’ Sarah grinned mischievously. ‘Just in the the app store. Let’s play Jaehee’s route together when it’s done downloading!’

Notes: I had this chapter just sitting almost finished on my computer for a while now. I didn’t really have the motivation to post it ^^;; But because of @sarah95800 who is the inspiration for Sarah in the story and the one I’m playing mystic messenger with and @girlkaito who left a very sweet comment on the previous chapter, I finally got to post it! So thank you both! ^-^ I mean it!

Hope you like it!

XXX Yoyo

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