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thenovelartist · 3 years

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Burned Beginnings, chapter 1

Novel decided to do Adrienette April on a whim. Each post until the end of April (or such is the plan) will have 3 prompts in it.

She also discovered she’s very rusty. Bear with me here. XD

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1. AU

Marinette had thought she’d grown used to Chloe’s bullying, having to had endure it since they were little. However, with high school came a new name that became a regular part of Chloe’s vocabulary, alongside “hot” and “sexy” and “dreamboat”.

“And Marinette would never catch the eye of someone so perfect.”

Honestly, Marinette had thought she was over it, but on a particularly bad day, she’d snapped back at Chloe.

“Well, clearly he isn’t that perfect if he fawns over someone whose only redeeming quality is pretending to be pretty.”

That had led to a fire alarm getting pulled and Marinette left to blame for it. Anyone who tried to come to her defense was shut down, and Marinette had been suspended.

Which had started an all-out war.

After being stuck at home, wrongfully, for three solid days, Marinette had snapped. She’d decided that if Chloe was going to build a bonfire and poor on the gasoline that she would be there with a match. By senior year, Marinette’s record had taken a hit for it but Chloe’s reputation was in the toilet.

Marinette would take what she could get.

However, she supposed she hadn’t fully thought out the consequences. As much as she played with fire, she should have realized she’d get burned sooner or later.

And she did. Third degree.

We regret to inform you your application has been denied.

Those were words she grew tired of seeing yet came back from every school she applied to. With that in mind, she’d called up her girl friends to tell them what had happened.

“Hey, Marinette,” Alya had said upon seeing the letters. “Don’t get me wrong, I feel really bad for you. But… I did warn you—”

“I get it,” Marinette had surrendered, knowing that Alya was completely right. “You tried to warm me of the consequences, and now I’m paying for them.”

The girls had slipped into a moment of silence before Alix spoke up. “Hey, I can ask Max if he can do a little digging so you at least know why, yeah?”

Marinette had raised a brow but agreed. “Only if he’s not busy with his own college stuff.”

“Oh please, he’s too smart for college. He started up some robotics company in his free time and is already making bank on it.”

It took a week for Max to come back with a full report. Marinette had to give him props for working fast as he did.

“Hacking into the system was the first thing I could think of,” he’d explained. “In the side notes, there was mention of your attendance record and suspensions.”

“They were all wrongful suspensions,” Alix had countered.

“Doesn’t matter to the school,” Max had said with a shrug. “But even then, I thought there had to be more to this than just attendance. There were other students who had the same notes yet were accepted. So I shifted focus to digging up background on all the directors of the school. After hacking a few emails, I discovered Audrey Bourgeois happens to know a lot of directors or administration members in all the fashion schools of France. Considering the contents of most of those emails, it has become clear that Marinette was wrongfully barred from every school she’d applied to. And that there’s nothing that can be done about it because we only discovered such scandal through highly illegal means.”

“So…” Alya had begun, turning her attention to Marinette. “Where does that leave you, M?”

Marinette’s lips had pursed in thought. It was funny how things turned out, because despite her anger, she somehow had been peace with what she was faced with. “I think that the last place I want to be is in an industry full of liars and people who use their words to manipulate anyone they damn well please.”

That was how she ended up working full-time in her parents’ bakery. They never said a word about it, but she knew they were disappointed. Of course they weren’t mad about her still being here and working in the bakery with them, and she knew her parents still loved her more than anything.

But she knew that with as many dreams as she had and had shared with them, they were disappointed on her surrendering it all.

“Sorry, Maman, Papa,” she whispered into the empty kitchen as she plopped the baguettes she formed onto a baking tray. “Just give me a little time to figure things out. Seems like lofty dreams are a lot easier to crush than I realized.”

2. Rebellion

A son can only bear the world of their parent’s expectations for so long. He wasn’t Atlas, but after a few years of acting like him, Adrien decided to dump the globe. To hell if it broke. He’d smirk in satisfaction at his father’s disappointment.

At the very least, the fact he no longer had the weight of the world of his shoulders made the far-too-common disappointment lecture easier to bear.

His strategic rebellion had started harmless enough. At sixteen with a rapidly growing forced modeling career, he’d given his father an ultimatum: he gets to grow out his hair, or it all goes. It had been shocking the amount of power the razor in his hand had given him. It was the perfect harmless threat. His father had been furious, throwing a fit about Adrien acting like a child, but after being gaslit for so long, Adrien had finally come to realize the abusive techniques for what they were. And he wasn’t going to roll over and take it any longer.

That day had ended with Adrien being grounded but ultimately the victor of their stand-off.

After that, he’d begun ditching certain events. He’d always liked fencing, so he never ditched those lessons, but attendance for his home-school lessons, mandarin lessons, and piano lessons had all been decided on a whim. His father had hardly been pleased by this, but to Adrien, that was the point. The lectures soon washed into one another so much that Adrien could practically recite the words that roll off his father’s tongue verbatim. He’d come to realize they were strategically meant to hurt. To humiliate. And as such, he’d stopped taking them personally.

Then came the fun part.

He got earrings. Honestly, Adrien hadn’t really cared for the piercings one way or another. In one way, there were a hassle, and caring for new piercings was a pain in the butt. However, they had been worth it to see his dad so royally pissed off.

Then came the ditching of certain photoshoots. There was a reason Adrien had held off on this one for so long: he cared about the people running the shoot. There was no reason they needed to be collateral in this battle between him and his father. After all, they were just employees doing their job; Adrien didn’t want them to suffer for his rebellion. With that in mind, Adrien had planned out his absences of these photoshoots. Again, he didn’t want to drag anyone else into his mess, so he had always organized a replacement model. Shoot would always go on, just not as planned.

And that was enough to drive his father mad.

It always put a smile on Adrien’s face.

The last touch was an unexpected one. He hadn’t even thought about going this far. Yet, a friend of his not only put the idea in his head, but gave him the art to go with it.

“Is that a tattoo?”

Oh, how he wished he would have taken a picture of his father’s face. The large black cat surrounded in a green, wispy smoke that wrapped around his forearm was truly a work of art. He’d had to think carefully about this decision, but in the end, he quite liked it.

“Yeah. I’m eighteen; I can ink myself if I want to. Why? Is that a problem?”

Adrien might be wearing a cat on his arm, but the grin on his lips was downright wolfish.

Eventually, it all had come to a head and blew up in his face. Adrien couldn’t say he’d been surprised. In fact, he had been fully expecting it. He’d already found an apartment to rent and had begun sneaking most of his important things over there before his father could kick him out. So when Adrien found himself kicked to the curb as soon as he was handed his general education certificate, Adrien had been prepared.

But mostly, he was free.

What a joyous day it was.

However, now that he was free, he knew he needed a job. Not because he needed the money, per se, but because it was time he started acting like the average adult. He never got to go to school, so now, it was time to pick up a mundane, first job that everyone hated but would “serve him well later in life”. Mostly, it would just be something normal.

The easy places to apply were food shops and retail stores. He’d work one for a while before deciding what his next life step would be. Chloe had been quick to offer him a job at her father’s hotel, but Adrien was vehemently against the idea. Over the span of his rebellion, Chloe’s behavior and attitude towards him had grown notably worse, and he had a feeling cutting ties with her would be his next step in life.

In the end, he’d scored a job he definitely was underqualified for. He’d applied partly out of spite and partly because ‘why not?’ He’d heard about this bakery enough times from Chloe to know the “cruel bitch who did nothing but mercilessly harass her” lived here, and that was enough to pique Adrien’s curiosity. At a bakery as popular as that, though, he hadn’t been sure he’d get a call. And when he did, he knew he would do everything he could to present himself as a reliable and respectable man eager to work, but he never thought he’d end up hitting it off with the owner.

Which somehow ended up with him agreeing to work at Tom and Sabine’s Patisserie.

Going into that job, he swore to himself he would do what he could to prove himself worthy. He knew there had to have been better applicants, so Adrien didn’t want to disappoint the very kind owners who dared give him a chance. Soon, his days were spent working hard while covered in flour and surrounded by bread all day. Well, bread and all the sharp and hot objects in your average kitchen.

He just didn’t think that would include a wicked sharp and smoking hot young lady that happened to be his bosses’ daughter.

3. Game Night

“Mama, Papa, please go. You two hardly ever get out of the house.”

Marinette watched her maman put a hand over the mouthpiece of her phone while her papa turned to her. “But I’ll be busy that night. We have a massive order scheduled for the next day.”

“I can handle that,” Marinette quickly countered with a grin. “You know I’m a night owl, anyway. I’ll get it done, and you two can go enjoy game night with your friends.”

Her parents spared each other a glance. “Are you sure about that, Marinette?” Maman asked.

“Positive. Papa already talks to the bread too much, so he really should talk to people for a change. And while you have to deal with people all day, I know you want more than to just have short conversations filled with small talk. So please, go out and have a social life for once.”

With one last look, her parents relented. With a smile, her mother took her hand off the phone. “We’ll be there.”

Papa turned to her with a grin. “I was going to spend that time teaching Adrien how to handle those orders. I can leave teaching him in your hands, right?”

Her grin fell. Adrien Agreste. What the hell a washed-out model was doing working at her parents’ bakery was beyond her. Admittedly, over the last month she’d been working with him, the most she’d say is that maybe he wasn’t too bad a guy. Papa certainly sung his praises. But that still didn’t answer the question of why he was working here of all places. After all, he was Chloe’s friend and suspected lover.

“Don’t think I don’t see that look on your face, Marinette,” her maman chastised. She’d hung up and set her phone down already, fully giving her attention to her daughter. “No matter your personal feelings, you really should give him a chance.”

“He’s a good kid,” Papa said. “Maybe a little rough around the edges, but I can tell he really does want to learn and do his best.”

Marinette sighed. This wasn’t the first time this talk had happened. She remembered having a talk with her parents after his first interview. There were a few other people who were far more qualified for the job, but Papa said he liked Adrien’s personality and spirit the best. So in the end, all Marinette’s objections had fallen upon deaf ears.

She sighed. “Fine. I’ll give him a chance.”

With a smile that made Marinette loath to disappoint him, her papa patted her head affectionately. “Thank you, Marinette. I think you’d like him if you got to know him.”

Not likely. “I’ll do my best, Papa.”

“Really, Marinette,” her maman warned. “Unless you have a valid reason, you need to put aside your feelings for the sake of the bakery running smoothly. Can you manage that?”

Appropriately chastised, Marinette bowed her head in embarrassment. Maman brought up a good point: Marinette shouldn’t let her anger towards Adrien affect the bakery. Her parents didn’t deserve that. “Yes, Maman. I’m sorry.”

With a smile, her maman came up and wrapped her in a hug. “Thank you, Marinette.”

Marinette hugged her back. “No, thank you, Maman and Papa, for everything. I won’t let you down.”

Papa wrapped his arms around both her and Maman. “Thank you, sweetheart. We love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #adrienette #AdrinetteApril2021 #AU #Marinette's kinda bitter #And Adrien's a rebel #If they're OOC I don't care #I'm writing again and just rolling with it

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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As some of you may know, August 21st is Fanfic Author Appreciation Day. As a fic writer myself, in a fandom that so strongly relies on fan content such as the IT fandom, I know very well how wonderful it is to receive feedback and to feel like a part of the community. And I figured the only proper way to spend Fanfic Author Appreciation Day is the draw attention to my favourite fanfic writers and their works! This fic rec is by no means every fic I’ve read or loved, and to make a very general statement: if you write fics, whether it’s one or a hundred, you’re seen, noticed and somebody loved what you did. Don’t be discouraged from doing it, because you’re doing amazing!

MULTICHAPTERED

faking it by domino_pj. The obnoxiously pretty boy with the filthy mouth across the hall manages to convince Eddie to spend spring break pretending to be his boyfriend at his family’s lake house. Can Eddie put his unrequited crush aside to play up the charade for a week or will his feelings inevitably get in the way? (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Mature, Word Count: 69k)

maybe, maybe by lysscor. In which two insomniacs who have never met find comfort in the last place they would think to look - each other. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: NR, Word Count: 50k)

to the guy at the bus stop by ragno. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, especially if the other side of the fence is Ireland and the grass is Eddie living his own life for the first time ever away from his mom. An International Students Exchange Program is what he needs to finally stand up for himself and doing what he really wants. Who cares if he won't know anybody there? Who cares if he'll be alone in a foreign country? Who cares if he won't have his car and will need to take the bus to go anywhere?? Okay, maybe Eddie does care about that last one...

kryptonite by hoeziertozier. So, his new roommate was his superhero persona’s fanboy. Yep, that was definitely not going to be a problem.’ (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 30k.)

one wave short of a shipwreck by palisadespalisades. The problem began when Eddie decided he was going to make out with Stan Uris. Make out, possibly take on some dates, maybe hook up — the details of what they’d do were still kind of up in the air, but Eddie was sure of one thing: to some degree, he was going to do Stan Uris. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Teen, Word Count: 16k)

dreamboat by weepies | @finnwolfhard. In which Eddie Kaspbrak is a writer with no ideas, and Richie Tozier is a coffee shop employee bursting with creativity. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: NR, Word Count: 47k)

winter break (push and pull) by owlpostagain. Five times Richie and Eddie get it wrong and the one time they just might get it right. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Teen, Word Count: 47k)

empty world by sunsetozier | @lo-v-ers. On October 1, 1993, Richie Tozier wakes up to find that everyone else has seemingly vanished into thin air. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 56k)

zero characters left by stellarbisexual | @stellarbisexual. Eddie works in social media at a tech start-up in Boston, and Richie's been hired to do some video production for the company. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 44k)

how to raise a child with your best friend/long time crush by hoeziertozier. A look into Richie and Eddie's lives as they raise a child together. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Mature, Word Count: 28k)

pure art by marianhenryk. And in that moment, the exact moment the duo finished their cigarettes and started walking away, Eddie wished he had taken his camera with him. The boy would make such a perfect model, his angular face and the patterns he was covered in (oh the patterns!). He was sitting there and looking at the awfully dressed boy leaving the park, crossing the street while laughing and that’s when it hit him. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: NR, Word Count: 21k)

and this is who we are by sunsetozier | @lo-v-ers In which Eddie and Beverly lie to their friends for five years before finally coming out, much to the surprise of one supposedly straight Richie Tozier (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Mature, Word Count: 40k)

tear it with your teeth by belby | @hadersus. "We could leave this place, Eddie," Richie says. "God, imagine that? Not having to live in this trash dump anymore. We could go wherever we wanted. A different place every night." (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Mature, Word Count: 32k)

havana by chucknovak | @wonderwheelzier. Eddie Kaspbrak, a senior in college, lives a closeted life. That life, however, is challenged when he meets Richie Tozier on spring break. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 32k)

everything you and i have got (it takes so long to find) by reddieforlove. Eddie is in college and wants to pay off his student loan debt before it overwhelms him. He decides to do a few porn films, knowing his friend does it at a safe studio, and gets paired with Richie the first day. They have no idea how much it'll change everything. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 26k)

you can count on me to misbehave by inoubliable | @hanscom. Eddie is hired to model for an alternative lifestyle ad campaign. Richie is the photographer. Eddie tries to be professional. Richie does not. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Mature, Word Count: 14k)

you loved me even when i was broken by leighwrites | @aizeninlefox. When Bill went for a series of routine hospital tests he wasn't expecting to meet someone like Richie. (Pairing: Bichie, Rating: Mature, Word Count: 13k)

a little less romeo and juliet, a little more touch me by puddingtown | @tozierpunks. When Eddie has a chance to play a lead role in his theater clubs' take on Romeo & Juliet, he enlists his best friend, Richie Tozier, to pose as his boyfriend and help him snag the part. The only problem? Richie isn't acting. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Teen, Word Count: 11k)

ONE SHOTS/STAND ALONES

walk alone or run away by tozier. Richie Tozier is a man, not of lies, but of half-truths and truths said too plainly out in the open that they sound like lies to the untrained ear. He does not lie—he lets others lie for him. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 47k)

stay for the storm by inoubliable | @hanscom . Richie and Eddie had become friends almost on sight. Since they met, most of Eddie's time in Los Angeles has involved Richie in some way. It's a little different, now that they're both famous. It's a little different, now that they're sleeping together. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 20k.)

investigate anonymous by bughead. When musician Richie Tozier gets tired of keeping all his feelings bottled up, he creates anonymous3456789.tumblr.com to vent. The only issue is... what if someone finds it? (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Teen, Word Count: 21k)

find your fire by endversed. Richie Tozier meets a cute firecracker of a guy when he accidentally sets off the fire alarm in his apartment.It's just too bad that said guy has got a boyfriend - doesn't he? (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Teen, Word Count: 16k.)

take this sinking boat and point it home by reddies_spaghetti | @eddiefuckinkaspbrak. 3,000 miles separated Eddie and Richie from each other. Not like they let that stand in their way. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 15k)

steady feet don’t fail me now by @richietoaster. “Don’t answer that, dickhead,” Richie says as he gets up, wiping his sweaty palms onto his jeans. “C’mon, get up.” He instructs and holds out a hand to pull Eddie to his feet. “I’m teaching you.” (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 9k)

stop calling, stop calling (i don’t wanna talk anymore) by ironicallyinternational. Richie calls each of the Losers at an ungodly hour of the morning. It has everything to do with boredom and nothing to do with his sky-rocketing fears of rejection and loneliness. Coincidentally, Eddie seems to be blowing him off, which is- you know, not so great. It's all good, though. Richie is fine. But he has yet to manage to call him. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Teen, Word Count: 12k)

spray my name on the wall of your heart by sweetkisses. Eddie realizes his feelings for Richie while Richie leaves graffiti all over Derry. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Teen, Word Count: 16k)

friends, aliens and the art of being okay by innoguilty. So when Richie proposes a quick escapade to Area 51, he sees the perfect opportunity to get away from all the things that have been going on in his head. Well, all except one. Because he still isn't sure what the hell was going on between the two of them. (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 12k)

relationship status: dumbass by theonlytraveler. Eddie turns away, but Richie can still see the blush rise to his cheeks, the color deepening when Richie brushes a finger over his knee. Huh. “You’re thinking about me, aren’t you?” Richie grins, the big, toothy one that he knows makes Eddie snort and loosen up. “You want my dick. I knew it.” (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 10k)

Tender by leighwrites | @aizeninlefox. (Leigh didn’t put a summary but this soft bottom!richie smut anyways.) (Pairing: Reddie, Rating: Explicit, Word Count: 8k)

moving through the years with you by the_lazy_eye | @reddie-for-anything. Richie doesn’t think he’ll ever admit it but he swears he can feel something in the way they’re pressed together. He feels it when they pass notes back and forth during class or when they share the couch during movie nights. It’s in the way Richie helps her with her fashion designs and Bev volunteers to be the test of one of Richie’s new jokes or Voices. It’s laced in every interaction and every thought. (Pairing: Bevchie, Rating: General, Word Count: 8k)

#reddie #reddie fic #fanfic author appreciation day #fic rec #ALL these fics are completed by the way #theres so many amazing wips out there #but i decided to narrow this list down #by having only complete works

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lexthemondo · 5 years

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Dirty Dancing {1}

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Radio-host!Yoongi; Fem!Yoongi; Translator!Jimin; Alternate-universe!AU; Non-Idol!AU.

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, violence, transgender character, mentions of suicide, eating disorder, talks of mental health, mentions of self-harm, talks of racial discrimination; POLITICS

Other Notes: V-Hope, NamJin, Sana of Twice is in this story, SanKook, Lisa of Blackpink is in this as well, Liskook, Trans!Hoseok

Summary: Local radio talk show host, Min Yoongi, has been running from his past for years, but when his closest friend Jung Hoseok introduces him to a handsome translator from Korea, Yoongi thinks he might have found something- or someone- to run to.

Song of the chapter: You’re So Cool, Jonathan Bree

Word count: 3,507

“Now I’ve had the time of my life…”

Yoongi sang along happily, letting his eyes close slowly as the lyrics flew out of his mouth. His body slowly started grooving along to the music, and without a second thought, he got off the couch and started dancing along with Johnny and Baby. Yoongi twirled around the living room without a partner, and barely missed trampling his precious Holly by mere inches.

“You’re the one thing, I can’t get enough of…”

Yoongi continued to sing as his not-so-perfect dance moves made him feel invincible. He was on cloud nine, and it wasn’t until something cold and wet splashed on his feet that Yoongi snapped out of his daze. He groaned loudly, Holly’s water bowl was upside down and the freshwater was now soaking his carpet. Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and looked at the tv to see that his favorite part of the movie was coming up. Baby ran as fast as she could towards Johnny, and his strong arms lifted her up into the sky. Yoongi sighed and looked at the floor. Holly was licking his foot.

“Holly,” He said sadly, “You’re lucky you’re a dog. You don’t have to find someone who can beat 1980s, Patrick Swayze.”

He got a small whine in response. “I know girl,” Yoongi bent down and picked up the toy poodle, “They don’t make them like they used to.”

Yoongi walked back to the couch, completely ignoring the mess, and plopped down. Holly curled up in his arms while he finished watching the last few minutes. Dirty Dancing was easily Yoongi’s favorite movie, he could recite it word-for-word at this point, and even being a hopeless dancer, he managed to engrave the choreography in his mind. It was at the part where Johnny is mouthing the words of the song to Baby when his phone chimed making Holly let out a squeaky bark.

“Hush, it’s not the doorbell,” Yoongi scolded, mentally reminding himself to change his notification tone.

Hobi [11:43 PM] Bonjour hyung!

Yoongi smiled fondly at the screen. Hoseok had been his closest friend since middle school. The pair were never apart, and even when Hoseok had come out to Yoongi and told him of their gender crisis, Yoongi had never turned his back to Hoseok. They had formed a bond, and when Hoseok had fallen in love with a foreign man during college, Yoongi did not feel anger when the two of them did not see one another as often. If Hoseok was happy then so was Yoongi.

Me [11:44 PM] Salut. What’s up? I thought you were with Tae.

Hobi [11:46 PM] Oh, I still am! He’s such a dreamboat, hyung! Propre sur lui, charment, tres beaux.

Me [11: 49 PM] Are you just going to talk about Tae because I’d like to know how your doctor’s appointment went. I’m sorry for not being able to come. I had to finish my script for tomorrow night’s show.

Hobi [11:55 PM]

No worries! Well, the surgery is going to cost a shit ton of money which I was expecting. That’s not really a problem. I have the money for it. The weird thing is… the doctor was kind of rude once I told him that I didn’t want breast implants

Yoongi felt his ear heating up. Most doctors reacted the same way. Hoseok’s decision to keep their flat chest was a popular topic at their support groups and therapist office. To keep it frank, it pissed Yoongi off. He knew how much it hurt his friend when someone downplayed their gender identity solely because they did not want fake breasts. Hoseok had explained to Yoongi that they had thought about it and realized that it was a decision that they were very firm on. Hoseok did not want implants, not because they were confused or having second thoughts, but because they were a professional gymnast. Hoseok was constantly surrounded by muscular women who had a chest like their own. Of course, this did not stop the weird glances at them once they let this little fact about themselves be known.

Me [11: 58 PM] Did you tell him your view on that whole situation? Maybe he was trying to see if you were serious because of how expensive a vaginoplasty is?

Hobi [11:59 PM] No…kind of seemed like he didn’t take me seriously after that.

Me [12:01 AM] Are you for real? What the hell happened?

Hobi [12:03 AM]

Yeah. He went from being supportive to trying to talk me out of the procedure. I just told him I would go somewhere else.

Hobi [12:06 AM] It wasn’t a great feeling at all

Hobi [12:15 AM] Kind of like I wasn’t woman enough to be getting a sex change. He even commented on the fact that I’m still going by my “male” name. I had to share personal shit with the guy. Then he misgendered me twice and even said it was odd that I wanted a sex change even though I don’t go by female pronouns. Like dude what the fuck?

Yoongi stared at his phone and felt the heat from his ears spread across his entire body.

Hobi [12:17 AM] Anyway, Taehyung’s friend from Korea is coming to France for a few weeks and he wanted to know if you were down for dinner with us. From what I’ve seen of him, he’s super cute 😉

Me [12:19 AM] Are you seriously trying to set me up with some dude right after telling me about some fucking asshole treating you like garbage when he’s supposed to be helping you? Really Hobi? Are you okay?

Hobi [12:21 AM] Yeah, I’m great. I’m used to this kind of shit by now. I don’t completely blame the guy for being hesitant. It is a life-altering surgery. I won’t be able to go back afterward. I didn’t appreciate the comments about my sexuality or the misgendering, but my entire transition has been a wild ride for everyone involved. Even you. I promise you that I’m okay. I would’ve called you crying by now if not and we both know it lol. Are you coming or not?

Yoongi felt himself cooling down. His heart filled with adoration for the woman Hoseok had become. It had been a very confusing and hard journey to get where they are now, but Yoongi was so proud of his friend. Hoseok had gone from ‘Henri,’ the only other French-Korean kid in Dijon, to ‘Henri’ the “flaming gay” in middle school, and finally Hoseok, the professional gymnast in their woman’s league during their freshman year at university. Yoongi would always cherish those memories. Though they had been the hardest times of his life, and even harder for Hoseok, he would not change a single thing. Those were the days that gave him the most important person in his life.

Me [12:26 AM] Yeah, I’ll be there. Is it just me, you, Tae, and his allegedly cute friend?

Hobi [12:27 AM] Those are the definite ones, yes. Kook said him and Sana might drop by before they go back to Japan

Me [12:29 AM] Great.

Hobi [12:31 AM] I’m not happy about it either. I don’t like her any more than you do, but Jungkook is Taehyung’s best friend and I’ll put up with her so they can see one another.

Me: [12:32 AM] I miss Lisa. Kook seemed happier, and he is miserable in Japan. Jungkook misses France. Jungkook misses Lisa. I wouldn’t be surprised if he snuck out to see her.

Hobi [12:34 AM] Everyone misses Lisa, hyung. If Kook’s willing to deal with Sana, then let’s let him be happy. We can’t bring up his ex every chance we get just because we don’t like Sana. But that doesn’t mean I’m not team Lisa all the way.

Hobi [12:37 AM] Oh, he hasn’t...yet. We did make reservations at the most wonderful Korean restaurant in town though. Who knows, maybe a certain Kim Namjoon’s little cousin will be waiting tables... and our table just might be in her section as told to me by the uncle’s husband himself. Apparently, Lisa got a phone call last night and ran out during closing. I think she was running after her white rabbit.

Me [12:38 AM] Team Lisa > Team Sana

Me [12:47 AM] I do love Jin’s lamb skewers. I don’t know Hobi. That seems like we’re stepping over certain boundaries. Jungkook is a grown man. He’s not our little bunny boy anymore. You know that. Whatever is going on between him and Lisa is between them. Sana is his girlfriend. I don’t like her, I don’t think I ever will, and you just said you were going to play nice. All this is going to do is stress out Kook, piss off Sana, and really hurt Lisa. So, please don’t make her wait our table and give Sana another reason to keep Jungkook as far away from Dijon as possible.

Hobi [12:40 AM] I hate it when you’re reasonable. Look, I understand that and all, but Sana is hardly a girlfriend. Kook doesn’t even smile when she’s around. I don’t want them together. I want him to dump her and get his head back on and get with the most perfect girl. I’m going to make this happen Yoongi, one way or another I always get my way. Anyway, I’m tired. What are you talking about tomorrow? Make sure to message me when you’re about to start. You’re my only source of entertainment when Tae’s at work. Get some sleep, you need it. No more all-nighters. Thanks for being wonderful and supportive. Don’t worry about me so much! I love you~~~~~~ niiiiiight!

Me [12:41 AM] I know you’re trying to help him, but please just let Jungkook figure these things out on his own. I’ll talk to him if that’ll make you feel better... just don’t put Lisa through that. You know how she feels about him and seeing him there with a supermodel on his arm is going to destroy her. Do you really think Jungkook deserves Lisa after all he did? Do I miss them? Yes, but I understand that everything changes. Let her move on and let Jungkook become an adult on his own. We’re talking political parties and shit. Namjoon’s idea. It’s about as exciting as watching paint dry. You’re going to pass out within the first two minutes. Sadly, I don’t have a funny or entertaining story to tell, and Joon really wants any excuse to rag on the communist party. I don’t blame the guy, but I hate talking about the same shit repeatedly. I’ll text you. I’m out of my pills and melatonin doesn’t work. Not a problem. I’ll always worry about you. You too. Night.

Yoongi tossed his phone on the coffee table in front of him. Not even flinching when the impact made a loud clang. Holly jumped, suddenly startled, and hid her face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck. He laughed, although he didn’t make a sound, and began to soothe his puppy.

“It’s alright Holly,” He said, lightly stroking her curly hair, “It’s nothing. I’ll protect you from the vicious sound demons. I promise.”

Then, without a second of hesitation, Holly turned her head and gave Yoongi a big lick on the mouth.

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“Good show tonight,” Yoongi said, flipping his hair behind his shoulders in search for a rubber band. “I can’t say the same for my hair, though. I have to go to dinner with Hoseok and Tae tonight, they’re trying to hook me up with some rando.”

“Tragic,” Najoonn replied, raising an eyebrow and picking up his duffel bag from off the floor.

“Cool it with the whole ‘being an asshole’ thing you got going on,” Yoongi looked at Namjoon and then the coffee cup in his hand, and then back again, “What’s the matter? You’re not usually this pissy.”

“Fucking Jin. He keeps on saying that Jungkook and Lisa are getting back together. It’s pissing me off. The guy is in Japan with some model now. Lisa was just starting to get back to normal and now I hear this prick is coming for a visit. I don’t get it. If he doesn’t want to be with Lisa, then why won’t he leave her alone?”

Yoongi pursed his lips and looked at the ground. He was not sure how to respond. He loved Namjoon dearly, and Lisa as well, but picking sides was not his style. He knew that Jungkook had hurt Lisa, which in turn, turned half of their old group against him, but Yoongi was aware of Lisa’s faults as well. He was a bad listener, but she was a control freak. When Lisa would make a mistake, Jungkook would be uncontrollably angry, but when the roles were reversed, she was spiteful. They were not picture-perfect, but for every bad thing that had ever happened at least a hundred, good things did. They were happy until the very end. Until Jungkook abruptly ended things and moved to Japan. Until he was on the cover of magazines. Until he was with Sana.

“Joon, look,” Yoongi began, finally finding his hair tie and wrapping his hair up haphazardly. “Lisa and Kook are grown, and for your information, it wasn’t just your husband making all this planning. Who do you think put the bug in his ear?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and wiped his hand down his face, “Hoseok.”

“Bingo. Don’t worry, we’ve been talking about this for the past three days. I convinced them to let me handle the situation and just talk to Jungkook. I just want to see where his mind’s at. They’re just trying to help.”

“Help?” Namjoon stood up hastily, fumbling a bit, his cigarettes falling out of his lap. “Do they think any of this is going to be good for my baby cousin? No, of course not. All they care about is Jungkook and how he feels. He left Lisa. He hurt her. Why are they so worried about him when he’s a rich model with a rich model girlfriend?”

“Because he’s miserable, Joon.” Yoongi replied.

Namjoon’s expression fell. Yoongi could almost hear the “you may speak now” when he looked into his friend’s eyes. Namjoon was getting defensive, and when he gets defensive there is nothing you can do but let him get it out and move on. If you do not leave it alone, then he becomes excited and angry, a real hot-head, and when it is all over, he will not speak to you for at least two weeks. Luckily for Yoongi, however, he and Namjoon work together every day. He could not escape him even if he wanted to.

“I know Lisa is your cousin, I get it. You need to remember that you used to be the one that would talk to Jungkook when he was down. You were his favorite. He looked up to you like a God. You were the big brother he never had and the father he always wanted. He is miserable. Miserable enough to call Lisa the first night he gets to Dijon to meet with him. Miserable enough to come back home knowing that his best friend hates him. Miserable enough to sit at a table with half of the people he cares about not there because of him. Jungkook is not happy, and Sana is nothing more than a distraction. You know that as much as I do.

“I agree with you, Joon. Lisa deserves so much better and I have tried time and time again to reach out to her, but she won’t answer my calls. You and Jin are the only two people who she speaks to, she avoids us like the plague and didn’t even have the decency to tell Hoseok she wanted to switch gyms until the last minute when she knew they needed her for competition. But the second Jungkook is in town she drops everything she’s going to see him. She is a grown woman. I’m mad at them both. Stop making the boy feel guilty for breaking up with someone.”

“Lisa is not ‘just someone’ Min Yoongi,” Namjoon picked up his cigarettes, slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, and walked away, roughly shoulder swiping Yoongi on his way out. “Have a nice time at dinner. Hope your new boy toy doesn’t end up like the last.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Yoongi replied, but the door was already slamming shut.

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Yoongi checked his appearance in the car mirror once again. His hair had been tied up to hide how awful it looked after wearing a beanie for the entire show, and he was still skeptical of his makeup. He never did the best job when he was angry. After touching up his eyebrows and mascara that he had put on that morning before going to work, he lightly concealed his under eyes and the small acne scars that dotted his cheekbones, powdered, and applied a generous amount of lip gloss to his lips. He was nervous that the small light in his car was deceiving him into thinking he looked better than he did, but it was too late to fix anything. He was already running late.

He stumbled out of his truck, ankles almost giving out and he could not figure out if it was a bad hop or the heels, he picked out specifically so he would not bust his ass.

“Of course, I fall,” He said to himself, “I should know that always happens when I try to look cool.”

He knew Hoseok was there the second he walked in. He did not have to see them to know they were there. That laugh was distinct and the Korean flying out of their mouth only solidified that fact. He followed the sounds to a little booth in the back of the restaurant, a small divider giving the party some privacy. Yoongi gave it to Jin, at least they would not bother the entire restaurant…hopefully.

“Hyung!” Taehyung exclaimed, his smile widening in a cute box shape, and it reminded Yoongi just how boyish he was. “You’re here!”

“I said I was coming, didn’t I?” Yoongi replied, finding a seat at the floor table.

“Well, you were late so I wasn’t sure you would show up.” Hoseok added, giving Yoongi a dirty look.

“Don’t look at me like that. I can’t control traffic or Namjoon’s bitch fits at the end of the day. I’m sorry I fucked with you OCD, though.”

“Geez,” Hoseok rolled their eyes, “What was his problem this time?”

“The whole Jungkook situation. He got pissed off that I was coming to dinner with you guys even though Kook would be here. Things escalated from there. He brought him up, too.”

“He did what?” Hoseok’s eyes widened, and slammed their drink on the table, “Are you serious? That bastard.”

“Eh, this is Joon we’re talking about. The most melodramatic person on the planet. It’s no biggie. Anyway,” Yoongi looked around, “where’s this ‘attractive’ friend of yours, Tae?”

“Oh, he went out for a smoke. He should be back in a minute.”

“You’re hooking me up with a smoker? Really? That’s gross.”

“Smoking is the dirtiest thing that boy does,” Hoseok defended, “Just give him a chance. Jimin’s your type. Small, fair, funny, sweet, and his butt is nice. He used to be a dancer before becoming a translator for advertising companies in Seoul and let me tell you… you’re going to change that tone when you see him.”

“See who?” Someone suddenly piped, making Yoongi flinch and turn his head.

He turned around and there he was. The small, fair, funny, sweet, dancing angel. His lips were full and plush, his nose small and slightly flat, but still buttoned enough to frame his face, his eyes shined a warm, chocolate brown, and his hair was a charcoal black. His skin almost glowed and not a single imperfection was insight. Yoongi suddenly felt very insecure. He was hyperaware of the coffee stains on his pants and the fact that he was wearing a five-year-old thrift store shirt with small holes in certain spots, while Jimin was dressed to the nines in the most casual way possible, black jeans, a black button-up, and some worn black dress shoes.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, and Yoongi melted at the sound of his voice, “Pardon me. I’m Jimin Park. You must be Yoongi. Hoseok has told me so much about you.”

Yoongi almost laughed out loud at the awful accent Jimin had when he spoke French, but simply smiled and shook his hand.

“I speak Korean. Don’t worry, it takes a lot more than going out for a smoke break to get me worked up.”

He was shocked, the words falling from his lips completely backtracking from what he has just told Hoseok.Yoongi could only imagine the shit-eating grin on their face right now. I told you so. Yes, yes you did, he thought.

Jimin sighed and returned the smile, “You know, those two kept trying to tell me that you were cute, but they didn’t do the best job at explaining just how cute you actually, are.”

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thepensiverambler · 7 years

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Monday are day of rest 2.0 (Sort of)

I rose once more to the sticky heat of my tent, the first bead of sweat already on my brow. I opened the flaps of the tent and like a blind mole tried to worm myself out to the breeze. It was a still morning so I resolved that I'd have to get up and out of the sweatbox. This was when I first felt the pangs of the stiffness from mixing concrete for the past 6 days. I rose and stretched a little, walked over to the kitchen. I then did something I'd not done before, I turned on my mobile data for 5 seconds, just enough time for whatsapp messages to come through to me but nothing else. 20 messages from 5 different chats. The first that came to my attention were the 13 from Beth. It wasn't good news. For people that don't know, i met Beth in Calais but a week or so before we met she went on a date with a Canadian fella him and they kept in touch. From what Beth told me about the lad he was a total dreamboat, charming, handsome and caring. She flew out to Canada to go travelling around Canada in his van. Wildly romantic and beautiful as the idea seemed not all went as planned. The first few days were great I'm told, I recieved whatsapp messages saying how nice a time she was having. Fantastic, I thought she took the risk and it paid off. Then things took a turn for the worse, the fella told Beth that he feared she was falling in love with him and that he didn't want to hurt her. The next day he abandoned her in a parking lot then 15 minutes later drove back, picked her up and acted as though nothing had happened. Having received these messages I dashed to my tent to pick up the essentials (wallet and suncream) and as though I were in a Hugh Grant film I grabbed a ridiculous looking bike completely unsuitable for the terrain (a pink number with no suspension that was too large for my stubby legs) and I set off down a bumpy dirt track. Feeling extremely unsafe I peddled the 3 km to Cesme, got to the cafe so I could use the WiFi and call Beth. In a flashback to 2 weeks prior, the cafe was locked so I just sat outside with weaker wifi but wifi nonetheless. I checked my phone and saw that Beth had texted 10 minutes earlier to say she was going to sleep. I hadn't thought about the time difference. Bugger. I sat there on my phone replying to other people's messages and reading the news. Resting and wasting my already low charge on my phone before heading back to the village, 20 minutes or so later Beth replied saying she couldn't sleep. Turn up for the books I thought to myself, I would have felt almost as silly as Beth if I'd cycled down for nothing. We texted for a short while and insulted the Canadian fella who apparently wasn't quite over his ex. Beth was undoubtedly naive to fly to Canada to see go on holiday with a man she had met once in her life. There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity and i think one can only really be judged by the outcome. I spent the weeks preceding it her trip teasing her that he might be a serial killer. Fortunately not a serial killer just weak pillock that thought it might be better to leave a girl in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere whilst she was in a foreign country than tell her his feelings. We’ve all been in those awkward situations where you've got to tell someone something they don't want to hear. I'm very guilty at avoiding awkward topics for as long as possible. Some people (reality TV stars) relish the prospect of confrontation but the Canadian fella and I are alike in the fact we avoid it at pretty much all costs. That being said I would like to think that I might draw the line at allowing a girl to fly across the Atlantic for me. We established that perhaps in future you should know a guy a little more than a day before flying halfway across the world to meet him we began to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. That was until the Samsung sign came up on my phone indicating that would be where our conversation would end. Phone dead I straddled my majestic pink bike a cycled bravely through the most confusing traffic light roundabout I've ever come across. I got back to The Village my baby blue shirt closer to navy under the armpits and the back. I had breakfast and explained where I'd been and why to everyone at the village. We did a little work measuring out where to put the next structure we were to start on, the volunteer house. I'm very keen to start this because I'm confident that once it's built I can take up permanent residence in it, closing down the sweat box tent. We discussed a large problem we've been discussing for almost a week now without finding a resolution. The dilemma we have is complex and, as is the way with many complex problems there is no obvious perfect solution. We need to build a stone wall to complete the children's room in the education centre. This would be fine were there not an 8 foot hole where the corner for the wall should go. ‘Why is there a hole?’ I here you ask. The plan for the education centre wasn't entirely clear or certain at the time so Imece adopted James Bond’s policy of shoot first, only it was digging not shooting. In fact a body might be a lot simpler a problem to rectify than this whacking great hole in the way. The hole will be used as a tank less septic tank. The waste water from the toilets and the kitchen will go into it and apparently it won't need to be emptied for 6 months to a year. Not a chance. Problem 1. We don't feel confident building a structure to support a stone wall over a great big hole Problem 2. It's going to smell horrendous and it is in the centre of activity. Ali promises that if we cover it well enough it's not going to smell. I don't believe it. It just so happens that we have a drainage expert volunteering with us this week and she says it can't be done. I'm a proponent of the plan of digging a new hole and filling the current one in with the soil we gain from that. All of this costs money that we don't have. A problem without an easy solution. After going back and forth about this issue we had lunch having made no progress. We did decide however to go to a nearby beach in the afternoon which had been used regularly by refugees attempting to swim to chios (5.5 km away). It wasn't quite what I was expecting but there were many dinghies washed up on the rocks. It was strange to think, whilst looking out across a beautiful coastline to Chios that people had died attempting to make the crossing. We cleaned up the beach. Cleaning beaches is a topic I have mixed feelings for. I feel that in order to cause any real difference the magnitude of people taking part must be incredibly large and people must take littering more seriously to prevent the issue occurring again. This being said I do believe that a bin liner full less of rubbish on the beach is a good thing and that if I am to expect others to do it I must first do it myself. We spent hours cutting dinghies away from the rocks and as we were losing the light and feeling rather tired we walked back in towards Cesme. I sat in the cafe writing this and will now head for a beer on my day off. If you're to take two things from this post take these two, don't litter on beaches and employ a Trumpian extreme vetting policy before buying your ticket to Canada.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 7 years

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Always you 1

A/N: This is a Gabriel AU…Gabriel is a writer and hopelessly in love with Cas’ little sister Emma. After a failed relationship that ended badly in the past, Gabriel is just a shell of what he used to be. Now he has to work on being himself again to get the girl. (Cas in this story is hippie Cas) Slight smut in this chapter.

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It was wrong and he knew it! Gabriel shouldn’t be laying there having sex dreams about Castiel’s sister. He shouldn’t even be thinking about her in a way other than friendship but here he was dreaming about what he wanted to do with her. It was wrong to be lusting over a girl he had literally known since she was born. Gabriel sighed feeling beyond frustrated! It had been almost 4 months since Emma had moved in after accepting a job at a local doctors office. She was finishing up her internship and from the moment she stepped into the scene Gabriel was head over heels.

He hadn’t made a move to ask her out. Truth be told Gabriel hadn’t dated anyone in over 5 ½ years. After Sarah cheated on him with some French dreamboat, Gabriel had no interest in being with anyone else. The affair had knocked the once cocky and arrogant writer down to almost nothing. Now he was self conscious and barley acknowledged the female race. Gabriel didn’t trust anyone. Now two doors down lay the one woman that Gabriel most wanted to get his hands on.

He knew Cas wouldn’t care. It had been his hippie like best friend who suggested asking his sister out. Gabriel and Cas had been friends since childhood and Gabriel had the feeling he was one of the few guys Cas would just say that to.

“Come on dude ask her out! She will say yes. She likes you.”

Gabriel had about choked on the coffee he was drinking when those words came out of Cas’ mouth that day. Cas had wondered in after a date with one of the few women he was seeing at the time.

“I don’t think so.”

Gabriel said looking back down to his laptop. Cas sighed running a hand through his messy hair.

“Gabriel it’s been 5 ½ years. You need to move on man.”

Gabriel’s amber eyes rolled up again.

“Cas don’t start.”

Cas didn’t back down.

“You haven’t been with anyone in 5 ½ years. Emma isn’t like Sarah.”

Gabriel sighed closing his laptop. He was giving up on getting any work done at this point. Standing he looked back at Cas.

“I didn’t say she was. She deserves better than me.”

Gabriel frowned at the thought of Emma deserving better…she did. She didn’t deserve some distrusting miserable bastard. Gabriel put his pillow over his face. This wasn’t him! This shouldn’t be him! He put on a tough exterior built on sarcasm and sass but inside he felt dead.

Emma’s hands ran down his chest causing Gabriel to groan. Her soft lips sucked at his neck leaving marks.

“Baby don’t tease.”

He whimpered as teeth grazed his tender flesh. Emma smiled against his neck as Gabriel began to rock his hips against hers.

“Always so eager to fuck me.”

Emma cooed letting her free hand wrap around his cock. Gabriel was about to go out of his mind. This woman’s touch was like liquid fire to him! She knew exactly how to touch him.

“Fuck yes…you’ve turned me into some needy mother fucker.”

He growled as her lips kissed down his chest. Gabriel watched with lust filled eyes as her lips wrapped around his cock.

“Mother fuck.”

He moaned throwing his head back into the pillow. There was no way she was going to get a good fucking if she kept this up. He would come too quick and not be able to pleasure her right.

“Sugar you are going to have to stop. I’m going to come in your mouth.”

“Do it baby.”

She said taking a few more licks Gabriel was the edge…

As always right before he came, he woke up. Gabriel growled angrily before throwing his pillow across the room. He was tired of this! Until the blue eyed vixen showed up and ruined his life everything was fine. Gabriel didn’t need a lover. His hand was the perfect company…now not so much! Jerking off multiple times a day was getting old FAST!

After getting himself together, Gabriel walked into the living room where Cas sat rolling a joint with a “kid on Christmas” look on his face.

“Starting a little early?”

Gabriel asked buttoning up his shirt. Cas looked up.

“Never to early for Mary. I’m also being a good boy and only using recycled papers. I’m a good little tree hugger.”

Gabriel smirked as he went into the kitchen to start coffee. Ever since Cas took his job as a nature conservationist; he had become the epitome of a hippie. He looked back into the living room.

“Where is Emma?”

Cas shrugged.

“She was gone when I woke up.”

Dean, who Gabriel had no idea was even over, walked into the kitchen grabbing a box of cereal.

“Dr. Sexy called needing her help pulling a jelly bean out of a kids nose.”

Dean smirked at the annoyed expression on Gabriel’s face. He HATED when Dean called the doctor Emma worked for by that name. Apparently the guy was amazingly good looking and had the hots for Emma. This angered Gabriel beyond all logical reason. Sure he really had no place to get angry but the jealousy was so strong in regards this man. This guy was the kind of man every woman would want so why wouldn’t Emma want him? He was loaded and probably lived on some mansion on a hill. If Emma could have the doctor why would she want some writer who was older than her?

“Gabriel stop glaring so hard you’re going to catch something on fire!”

Dean said with a giggle. Gabriel looked up as the front door opened and Emma walked in with a smile on her face. He sighed looking down. She was always smiling, always happy, and always beautiful. Gabriel knew he had to look away or he would be starring at her awkwardly. He watched her for a few moments as she sat down her laptop bag and looked to her brother shaking her head.

Gabriel knew Emma wasn’t overly fond of her brother’s “free” lifestyle but she wouldn’t say anything to him about it. The only time she really said something was when she knew he was with multiple partners and questioned his protection methods. Gabriel chuckled at the uncomfortable look on Cas’ face when Emma gave him the talk.

Dean’s voice pulled Gabriel from his thoughts as he focused on the conversation going on in the living room.

“Did you save the kid from the Easter bunny?”

Emma chuckled as she walked over kissing Cas on the top of his head. Cas smirked up at his sister as she took off her sweater. The two had been close since children. Cas was 10 years older than her and had always been the caring older brother.

“Well let’s just say the kid isn’t going to be shoving up his nose for a long time. What I want to know is how he got three of those things up there. We got one out and they just kept coming.”

Dean smirked.

“You’ll make a good mommy one day kid. We just need to find a daddy to go with you.”

His green eyes rolled over to Gabriel, who was shaking his head furiously. Emma meanwhile, shook her head.

“I fix kids. I don’t make them.”

She didn’t say anything about the daddy comment as she walked into the kitchen. Her heart began to pound as her blue eyes landed on Gabriel. The good looking writer had been dominating her dreams for the past few months. The way his golden eyes would look at her drove Emma crazy. At the moment all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around his neck and kiss those lips. Of course, he didn’t seem the least bit interested in her though.

That was the story of her life though. Emma sighed at the thought of her current situation. She was 30 years old and he never even fully been with a man. The thought of being a virgin at 30 was almost humiliating. Emma had spent off of her free time dedicating herself fully to her education and career. She had graduated high school at 16 and immediately went to college to be a doctor. Throughout college, she didn’t sleep around or really date anyone. She had gone a few small dates but nothing was serious.

Upon moving in with Cas, her mind changed the moment she saw Gabriel again. After having a crush on him since she was 16, she was beginning to see what she was missing. Gabriel was everything she wanted. He was sassy, great at pulling tricks, and those amber eyes drove her crazy. Although he flirted with her from time to time it never went past him calling her cupcake or sugar. She could see the hungry expression on his face when their eyes met but he never acted on it.

Cas was out all the time on dates or doing whatever he did but Gabriel never went on a date. When Emma had asked Cas and Sam about what was with Gabriel’s love life everything made sense. Her heart broke when they told her about how his ex was. After getting his heart broken like that it wasn’t shocking that Gabriel had no interest in finding love again.

Emma wished he would give her a shot though. She wouldn’t be anything like that girl. There would be no way in hell she would even process the thought of cheating. Gabriel had never touched her and he was doing things to her that she couldn’t explain. Certain looks made her soaking wet and the way gave her a little smirk from time to time made her heart long for the man.

“You okay?”

Gabriel’s voice pulled Emma from her thoughts. She looked up again meeting those golden eyes before blushing furiously.

“Oh yeah. Early morning today.”

Gabriel nodded.

“Kids shoving Jelly beans up their noses? Shame what they did to those lovely jelly beans.”

Emma giggled as he handed her the cup of coffee. Gabriel and his sweet tooth was amusing

“Yeah…kid’s parents didn’t seem really involved if you know what I mean.”

Before Gabriel could respond Cas came sauntering in with a grin on his face.

“Happy news! Laura with the blond hair is coming over to see me.”

Both Gabriel and Emma exchanged looks.

“As opposed to another Laura?”

Gabriel asked with a smirk. Cas grinned again reminding Emma of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

“Well there is London Laura but we don’t see each other much.”

Emma shook her head.

“Castiel…”

Cas smirked at his sister’s face.

“Don’t judge my life.”

He said in a happy voice. Emma shook her head.

“I just don’t want you getting an STD from these women.”

Cas rolled his eyes.

“I have a sister that is a doctor.”

Emma rolled her eyes as she started looking through her purse.

“I can’t fix everything Cas. Crap I forgot my phone at work.”

Gabriel had started to go back to his room and search for his noise canceling headphones. The last thing he really wanted was to hear Cas’ festivities. He didn’t want to think about someone getting laid.

“Gabriel want to come with me? We can get away from Laura with the blond hair or whatever her name is?”

Emma asked with a smile. Gabriel blinked a few times wondering if this was a good idea? He would be alone in a car with the woman he loved and not be able to bolt when the feels became too strong.

“Sure.”

His mouth betrayed his mind. He grabbed his sunglasses trying to ignore the grins he was getting from Dean and Cas before following Emma out to her BMW.

The ride to the clinic was a lot easier than Gabriel imagined. He was still annoyed with himself for being so on edge. If this was 10 years ago he would hadn’t have thought twice about asking Emma out. He would have been using his charming skills to woo the pants off of her. Now he was afraid to make the smallest move out of fear of rejection.

His eyes had fallen to her hand that was resting on her lap. It wouldn’t take anything for him to reach over and hold her hand. He sighed thinking about those pretty little hands being all over his body.

“I have to stop.”

He thought miserably.

“Are you okay? You’re being quieter than normal latley.”

Emma asked softly. Gabriel shrugged.

“Just have a lot of work deadlines coming up sugar.”

Emma nodded. Gabriel was shutting her out again. She couldn’t help thinking how he never used to be this serious. When he was a teenager and in his twenties being serious was almost a chore for him. It all changed with Sarah. Emma rolled her eyes at the thought of the women. The bitch had been gone 5 ½ years and was still causing havoc.

Arriving at the clinics he worked at Emma walked in with a smile. She had been telling her receptionist LaTisha and a few of the nurses how much she wanted Gabriel. LaTisha had been trying to find little ways to encourage Emma to make a move on him.

“Go grab his ass, kiss him, and tell the man you want him. Girl if you want to throw him for a loop grab his package.”

Emma’s mouth had fallen open when the woman had said that.

“I’ll give him a heart attack.”

LaTisha smiled before looking down at her super long fingernails.

“Well at least he’ll go feeling happy after being groped. That sounds like a damn fine way to go if you ask me.”

Emma smirked at the memory as she walked inside with Gabriel behind her. LaTisha was on the phone when she walked in. Her brown eyes rolled to Emma and stopped on Gabriel before getting wide.

“Ms. West I’m gonna have to call you back.”

She said before hanging up the phone.

“Darlin are you back already?”

She said with a smile standing up. Emma smiled.

“I forgot my phone.”

LaTisha smirked looking Gabriel over before looking back to Emma.

“While you’re here I need you to look at this chart for me and tell me what you think.”

She picked up a clipboard before scribbling something on a sheet of paper and handing it to Emma. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Gabriel wasn’t onto anything, Emma looked down at the clipboard.

“Damn darlin is THAT him?? Holy hell!! When I told you to grab his ass….you need to go do that. His ass and tight jeans!! Oh hell he has a sweet ass!”

Emma put her hand over her mouth stiffing a giggle as Gabriel’s eyes met hers. She blushed furiously before looking back to LaTisha.

“That would a yes. I think that kid needs to be tested for Lyme disease. All symptoms seem to point to it.”

LaTisha raised an eyebrow before taking the clipboard back.

“I’ll have one of the nurses send over the test authorization.”

“Thank you LaTisha.”

Emma glanced back at Gabriel,

“Come with me.”

He nodded noticing the blush that had taken over Emma’s beautiful face. Following her back into her office, Gabriel kept close to her. Doctors offices gave him the creeps. Emma quickly gathered her phone before a voice came from the door.

“Back so soon?”

She turned seeing the boss that had been eyeing her down like a cream puff since she started.

“Dr. Jones hi…I forgot my phone. Umm…did jelly bean kid finally calm down?”

Gabriel frowned looking at the guy. This had to be Dr. Sexy. He mentally hated himself for even thinking this thought. The guy clearly lived up to his name though. He was tall, built, with dark hair and blazing brown eyes. Right away, Gabriel didn’t like the way he looked at Emma.

Chuckling the doctor nodded.

“Yes he did. I was going to offer him a lollipop but I figured it may have been a bad moment.”

Emma smiled feeling the tension in the room as she looked over to Gabriel. Right away the look on his face read jealousy. As much as she liked that, Emma didn’t want anything weird happening.

“Yeah that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea. I just stopped by to get my phone. I left it in the drawer.”

The Dr. Sexy wanna be smiled.

“Well if you have a minute I want you to look at a case for me. I think I need a second opinion.”

Emma nodded glancing over at Gabriel who motioned to the door.

“I’ll wait for you in the waiting room cupcake.”

He liked the way Emma’s face instantly went red. She smiled nodding.

“I’ll be right out Gabe.”

Walking past the doctor, Gabriel suddenly felt very much like himself again. He looked back at the doctor who was giving him a displeased look with a smirk. If that tool thought he was going to get his hands on Emma, he would have another things coming. Gabriel didn’t know what he was going to do to get Emma but he needed to come up with something fast.

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