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moonbeambucky · 4 years

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Hey Neighbor (Part 21)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3841 Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: Here we are... the aftermath.. Feedback is always appreciated!

HEY NEIGHBOR PART 20 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

Sunlight streams down, shining in between gaps of the branches of the large tree you’ve nestled under, keeping cool under the shade as you turn the page of your book. The crisp spine cracks as you adjust your grip, taking a break to sip an iced coffee. You rest it carefully beside you, in the groove of the large root breaking up from the surface.

Central Park is active for a late morning, the chatter of people passing by, the carefree laughter of children playing in the distance. You wish you were as carefree as them. The book you’re attempting to distract yourself with is not working but still you force it, needing anything to take your mind off the events of the past weekend.

Normally you would be at work but an early email from Tony Stark alerted you to him being called away for the day and generously granting you a paid day off to “enjoy the weather.” You wish you could have appreciated it, having the chance to sleep in but doing so would mean you might run into Bucky and you couldn’t have that happen.

Instead you left for work as you normally would, stuffing a tote bag with a large book and a blanket. You treated yourself to breakfast, stretching the time out as much as you could before grabbing an iced coffee and finding a large tree to plant yourself under. You check your phone for the time, making sure you wouldn’t be late for your internship but no, you weren’t; in fact time was moving so slow you thought you gained an extra hour.

It isn’t fair that Tony Stark was so generous. You’d rather be working and had you known in advance you could have possibly rearranged your schedule with Elena but you weren’t the only intern so you had to wait.

And wait...

and…

wait.

A text from Wanda distracted you for a moment, though it really didn’t. Asking how you are only reminds you that you aren’t okay. You spent Sunday night crying your eyes out in her arms, wondering why you were so stupid to think Bucky could actually like you. You weren’t special, you were just a stupid girl who thought she could actually change someone; that somehow Bucky would veer from the path he’s always been on just for you!

What a joke. You cringe when you think about how pathetic you are. It was just sex, nothing more. Wanda was right, he’s probably wanted to fuck you from the start. The Music Man was an apt nickname for the man that played you like an instrument, knowing the perfect keys to hit, the chords you thought were opening your heart but really opened your legs.

Friendship never mattered to Bucky, no– James, the man who hid himself from the start, a dollar store recorder masking himself as a flute, whose only goal was to get laid.

Coming home that night your eyes were so swollen you could barely see. You huffed up the stairs not wanting Bucky to hear the ding of the elevator as it opened on your floor. You even separated the key to your apartment so the jingling didn’t alert him of your arrival home. The last thing you wanted to do was see him.

You turned your phone off long ago, not wanting to even see Bucky’s name flash on the screen let alone hear any of his excuses. He probably wanted to smooth things over just enough to keep things peaceful between you, hoping that if you were dumb enough you would forgive him and fall in line with the rotation of other women he fucks.

Well you weren’t going to be like any of them. Desperate women, running over the moment Bucky texts before they lose their chance. Throwing themselves at him, hoping he’ll change their mind and love them just like you thought he could love you. But there is no room for love in Bucky’s cruel black heart.

The following day at work you tried to hide your emotions. With makeup you camouflaged the swelling and painted on a smile but you couldn’t hide the truth from Steve. He sat with you over a tear filled lunch as you told him everything, making him swear to you that he would not talk to Bucky.

There may have been some guilt tripping involved reminding him how you wanted to confront Lillian after she cheated on him but you didn’t because Steve asked and trusted you not to. He suggested speaking to Bucky. “It doesn’t mean you have to forgive him.” Steve’s voice echoes in your head. “He’s your neighbor, you’re going to see him eventually. Wouldn’t it be better to work this out?” Steve might have a point but you’re not interested in hearing it right now.

He invited you to stay for dinner, and that night he and Peggy helped keep you distracted for a few hours. Only they and Wanda knew what happened and you wanted to keep it that way, not wanting to cause friction within the group. Thankfully Sam was working an overnight shift on Sunday because had he been there things would have escalated.

Sam is persistent and though he always means well you knew he would have tried to patch things up between you and Bucky on the spot. Knowing how you are you would probably have lost two friends that day, lashing out at their “help” so thankfully it hadn’t come to that.

You’re not even sure why you’re keeping this a secret. For all you know Bucky may have blabbed to everyone about what happened, and if he didn’t yet he probably would soon enough. For now, you decide not to share it with anyone else, burying what happened into the back of your mind, sealed by the iron door that should have been there to protect your heart.

The book holds your attention by gossamer strings as you reread the same lines over and over, lifting your gaze up to stare comfortably at the brightness of the world around you; bright green grass with pops of yellow and white dandelions sticking up, a cloudless sky that in no way reminds you of someone’s eyes. Looks like it’s time to go back to reading.

You ignore the sound of a guy yelling– nothing unusual especially for New York, but as the sound of his voice grew closer you decided to look up. Your eyes widened with shock as it was just in time to see what he was yelling about. It was too late to move so you braced yourself, the book dropping as a giant brown pitbull jumped into your lap, its bright pink tongue wildly licking your cheek.

“Get back here!” the owner huffed, finally catching up to the dog, grabbing the leash he had accidentally dropped. “Groot! I said get back here.”

He pulled the playful dog off you, sternly telling him to sit. “Groot, sit down, I mean it.” The dog stared back at his owner, tilting his head with innocence. The man rolled his eyes quickly before kneeling in front of you. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry about that.”

His eyes were as green as a picture perfect meadow as he stared back at you, with soft pink lips that turned down into a worrisome frown. He was handsome, sun kissed skin and golden brown hair, with the hint of dark stubble peppering his sharp jaw.

“I’m okay.” You choked on your words, finding it hard to stop the smile that was pulling at your cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I know he looks intimidating but he’s a sweetheart, I promise.” The man smiled, looking back at his dog, panting with its mouth open. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

Your name floated from your lips to his ears and Peter smiled, a boyish grin that flashed pearly white teeth. “And you’ve already met, but this is Groot.”

The sound of his name made the dog perk up and rush forward towards you. Peter caught him in time before he could assault your face with his tongue again but he couldn’t stop Groot from spilling your coffee.

“Aww Groot! Come on buddy!” Peter whined.

“It’s okay,” you laughed, picking up the overturned container. “He wanted to say hello again.”

You stuck your palm out low so Groot could easily sniff it and quickly his jaw fell open with a grin, his wide tongue soaking your hand as he lapped at it. He nudged your hand with his large nose asking to be pet and you happily complied, scratching under his chin as his tail wagged back and forth.

Groot nuzzled into your lap, his heavy body rolling onto you in a plea to be pet more. Peter huffed in frustration, looking to pull his dog off you but the smile you gave him said you didn’t mind. Both hands worked on making Groot happy, scratching his ears and rubbing his chest. Peter joined in too, rubbing Groot’s belly and softly slapping his side. Your fingertips touched briefly, electric tingles racing up your arm.

Peter cleared his throat of the nervous lump that settled there, tugging gently on Groot’s leash to get off you. When he saw you began to get up Peter offered his hand. There was little hesitation when you took it, feeling his slightly calloused palms against yours. You looked away from him when you were standing, brushing off some dirt from your thighs.

“I’m sorry, again,” Peter grimaced, your clothes were dirty thanks to Groot’s dirty paws. “I feel terrible, can I buy you a cup of coffee… to make up for what Groot spilled?”

Maybe it was Peter’s big doe eyes anxiously awaiting your answer or Groot’s beaming smile but you said yes, picking up your things and walking with them a few blocks to an outdoor cafe. On the way you learned that Peter was a firefighter and looking at him you didn’t doubt it. He was tall (taller than Bucky), with a broad frame (bigger than Bucky) and large bulging biceps (also bigger than Bucky’s, though his came close).

You shake away thoughts of Bucky because you do not want to think about him. And why should you have to? Not when a very cute firefighter with an even cuter dog was pulling out the chair for you to sit down as you got to know each other.

He grew up in Missouri, raised by his mom up until she died from cancer. He was eight at the time but the slight crack in his voice he tried to clear away as he talked about her let you know how much she still meant to him.

“She called me her little star lord ‘cause all I talked about was that one day I was gonna be a space pilot.”

“So how’d you go from space to fighting fires?” you asked, smiling at him as you leaned in closer on the table.

The wait for an answer was interrupted by the server bringing your orders, another iced coffee for you, coffee with a shot of espresso for Peter and a big cup of whipped cream for Groot. Peter held the cup in his hand as Groot swiftly lapped away at his sweet treat.

“There was a fire at my grandparent’s house. I was about fifteen, sixteen at the time. I helped them get out and ran back to grab my mom’s old walkman. It’s all I had left of her.”

Peter paused, almost anticipating a comment about how stupid it was to do that but you were quiet, listening without judgment and understanding. He lifted his lips with relief and explained that after that happened he knew what he wanted to do, hoping he could save people and the homes that hold things dear to them.

“Plus my grades could probably never get me through the door at NASA,” he joked.

You and Peter spoke for the next hour, telling him about your jobs and interests. He was really easy to talk to, with no lulls or awkward silence in your conversation, and he made you laugh a lot which is something you sorely missed these past few days.

When it was nearing time to leave for work you exchanged numbers, giving Groot an enthusiastic petting and letting yourself be enveloped by the warmth of Peter’s arms for a big hug goodbye.

You were surprised to find yourself thoroughly distracted the rest of the day, with Peter in the forefront of your mind, your heart swelling with joy as you read a message he had sent while you were working.

Peter: Hey Y/N it was really great to meet you. I have another day off before my shift and was hoping we could talk again… maybe even see each other. It’s for Groot’s sake really.. I think he likes you.. 😉

A smile reached your ears and you were quick to respond. Yes, you think you liked Groot as well…

Messages exchanged back and forth on your way home and throughout the dinner you were preparing yourself. Your phone buzzed with Peter calling, preferring to talk as Groot decided to lie on top of him like a log, and it was hard to reach around him and type. You spoke until well past midnight and for the first night that week you fell asleep with ease.

Peter stayed in touch throughout the next day and asked you out to dinner. It was last minute but you didn’t mind, the less time you spent at home the better. You decided to meet at a casual spot for burgers. The place was small with limited seating but you managed to grab a table on the end of a long row so you didn’t feel completely claustrophobic.

You didn’t mind sitting close to Peter, apologizing when your knee kept banging into his under the table, getting to see his big smile up close as he told you not to worry about it. He looked great, removing a sanguine red leather jacket for a form fitting dark t-shirt, smelled even better, like almond blossoms in the rain.

Peter was scheduled to work tomorrow, a typical 24 hour shift so he ordered his burger without fries not wanting to feel weighed down by the extra calories. The golden steaming potatoes tempted him from your plate and even though you offered him to have some he declined.

“I feel bad since you’re sticking with water,” you remarked, as your drinks arrived, his water with lemon looking a little boring compared to the iced cold beer that was brought for you.

“Don’t, it’s fine,” he said. Leaning closer the words fell from his lips in a low purr, “Besides I can always taste it from your lips.”

Fire erupted on your cheeks and luckily you were with the perfect person to extinguish the flame. You saved making out with Peter until after you left the restaurant; standing outside of your building with your hands scratching through his hair as his tongue caressed yours.

His lips pulled away with your soft moan still lingering on them, and as much as he wanted to continue this Peter knew he had to get some sleep as did you. Without any haste your hands let go of each other’s, fingertips still gently grazing as you pointed your hips towards the front door. Before you lost contact Peter grabbed your waist to pull you in for another kiss, because a few more wouldn’t hurt.

The elevator carried you upstairs even though it felt like you were floating and as you reached your door the bubble you were in burst immediately as Bucky’s door creaked open. You couldn’t open your door fast enough so you were stuck having to hear him call your name, a desperate sounding cry that reeked of insincerity.

“Can we talk?” he begged.

Through a narrow eyed glance you turned to face him, lips pursed tightly as you looked him up and down. Bare feet stuck out from the bottom of dirty sweatpants, his t-shirt was worn and wrinkled, and if you were being honest he didn’t smell great. Bucky’s hair was an unkempt mess with strands sticking up wildly in all directions and a thick shadow of stubble on his face.

For a moment your heart broke for Bucky until you remembered it already broke because of him. Ice set into your veins again as you stiffly replied, “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”

The vibration of your phone in hand rescued you from a conversation you didn’t want to have in the first place. Seeing it was Peter your face softened with a smile that was once reserved for Bucky.

“I gotta take this,” you said, opening your door without giving Bucky the chance to say anything else.

His shoulders slumped, sighing defeatedly as Bucky trudged back into his apartment. It didn’t help that he could hear you through the wall, your voice light and bubbly. He crawled back into bed, past the instruments left untouched for days because the thought of creating something was hopeless; a daunting task that required Bucky to give part of himself but there was nothing to give.

Part of his soul died the day you walked away from him, not letting Bucky explain the horrible coincidence of running into a person he never intended going on a date with in the first place. You ignored his calls, didn’t answer his texts and probably rappelled up the side of the building into your apartment to avoid running into him.

If you did answer, Bucky would have told you the truth, that he did make that date long ago, that he made a lot of dates he cancelled because no one was you. He would have told you how he stopped setting up dates, that he cancelled all the ones he remembered before deleting his dating app, how it had been almost two months since he had sex and how none of that mattered because all he wanted was to give you his heart.

Everything he said over the weekend was true and he hates the fact that you won’t give him a goddamn second to prove how much he means it. Bucky rolls over, pulling the blankets above his head. He clutches a pillow close to him, a poor comparison to the way your body fit perfectly against his, shutting his eyes tight as he hopes sleep will come for him.

Friday passes slowly, the hand of every hour moving at a half-dead snail’s pace. Bucky waits to hear you coming home, having missed the opportunity to speak to you in the morning because as the sun was rising in the sky his eyelids were finally shutting. He anxiously waits for the ding of the elevator, rushing to his door to open it ajar.

His heart races as he hears the sound of keys jingling closer, pulling his door open with all his strength he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped the hinges off. But instead of seeing you approach Bucky shrinks, deflated and embarrassed to have Shuri, the teenager that lives at the end of the hall with her family, see him looking disheveled. He smiled, giving a half wave, swearing he could hear her call him a “broken white boy” under her breath. He shut the door only to wait again.

When Bucky did finally hear you come in it was late and he was a second too late, opening his door as you shut yours. He sent a text hoping you would respond to no avail. He heard you through the wall, the sound of your closet opening, the creak of the mattress as you get in bed. Bucky’s palm presses against the cold wall. It hurts knowing how close you are and yet you’ve never been further apart.

It’s a beautiful Saturday but Bucky can’t enjoy it. He paces the hallway in front of the elevator and stairwell; he is not going to miss your arrival. It’s nearing the time you normally get home from Metro-General and he prays to anyone listening that you aren’t making any stops along the way.

He needs this. He’s desperate to tell you what happened, so you could see the truth flow from his lips, the tears fall from his eyes as he begs for forgiveness of the misunderstanding.

The elevator soon grants his wish as the doors open revealing you, like the lustrous pearl of an oyster and Bucky can’t help but smile. You on the other hand were not expecting to see him. Bucky was in the same clothes, his hair a little greasier, with stubble that had grown in more. The brighter lighting of the hallway did him no favors, accentuating the deep purple bags that settled under his eyes.

He starts off right away, begging for a moment to hear him out but you strode past him, ignoring the way Bucky ran up beside you like a lost puppy looking for a home. Realizing you weren’t going to stop Bucky ran ahead, blocking your door with his body as he implored you to listen.

“No!” you barked sternly. “Get out of the way Bucky.”

He didn’t move and both of your frustrations grew. “You need to listen to me Y/N, you’ve got– ”

“Don't tell me what I need to do Bucky. You need to get out of the way.”

Not only did Bucky not move but he tried to grab your hand. You snapped it away, gritting through your teeth about how serious you were. You didn’t want to raise your voice and cause a scene with your neighbors if you didn’t have to.

“I just want to talk.” His voice was tight and Bucky fought hard to stop the tears from burning their way to his eyes.

“Well I don’t want to. Move. I have a date to get ready for.”

You stood firm, wondering if you would have to resort to having Clint come down and make Bucky leave, or worse, Natasha, but Bucky stepped aside, letting you enter your apartment without another word.

The slamming of the door masked the sound of the bubbled cry he let out, tears streaking down his cheeks. Hours later he heard a voice at your door, devastated to know you were telling the truth about your date, and dying inside at the sound of lips smacking together. He gave it a moment and opened his door quietly to see you walk hand in hand with some guy down the hall.

Bucky goes back inside, back to the safety of his bed, where he swallows Benadryl and soaks his pillow with tears as he falls asleep.

He dreams of better times, of your smile, of your touch, of all the days you spent together because in his dreams is the only place he’ll have those again.

He’s lost you.

PART 22

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howtodisassembleyourdeviant · 4 years

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Be My Garden of Eden Ch.2

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Sexual implications

While your positive review kept him from returning to the scrapyard, he was still losing popularity. He couldn't focus on his clients, which only escalated the problems. Instead, he would wonder what you were doing, or what you might be painting. Had this been a legally-ran club, his memory would have been erased and he couldn't imagine being back at your home, watching tv with your head on his shoulder. He would be more aware of the man hammering into his backside, trying to get a reaction. He'd register the beatings the owner would give him instead of thinking about the koi fish dancing in your pond, wondering if they too have your beautiful voice stuck in their head. The owner cracked his jaw when he accidentally laughed, remembering your one-woman duet.

Every morning was spent fixing himself up, lacerations and dents lay just under his synthetic skin. His repair system was having issues keeping up with what he demanded from it, even more so when the owner refused to give him replacement parts or even blue blood anymore. His movements were a little sluggish as he watched the percentage tick down day by day.

Something was changing within him, however. The bruising grip that some of the clients used was... Uncomfortable. He refused to show it, to give them the satisfaction, but the beatings he received seemed to linger, the ghost of what could only be defined as pain, something he definitely shouldn't feel. He's supposed to be incapable of it. Why this was happening, he didn't know, but it scared him.

It was a week before he got the call he was hoping for. Another night at your address. Just in time, too, as the owner was threatening to disassemble him again. That thought was also becoming more terrifying each passing day.

He was in your studio once more, and almost instantly he noticed the dog painting was gone.

"I sold it. The client was very happy. Said it looked just like her little Marveta."

"That's great, " he said, though he was a little disappointed to see it gone. You must have recognized his expression.

"I feel that sometimes. I was pretty proud of how that one came out. I do miss some of them when they're gone." You patted his shoulder as you moved past him, setting up a new canvas on the empty easel.

Looking around, he spotted the painting you had been working on the last time he was here. What were just splotches of blue and red were now a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Some of the delicate petals were so thin, the colors behind them shown through, a stunning violet shining forth. What amazed him most was that it was the same kind of flowers as the plastic ones bundled together. An elegance that could not be detected, yet you saw it.

On the cold, cracked vase was Cyberlife's icon.

"That one is going up for auction for a special group, " you spoke over your shoulder as you squared up your canvas, "I'll get a small percentage and the rest goes to various projects they're working on."

"Special group?"

"Some people believe there is something more in androids, something Cyberlife didn't do on purpose. They've noticed a change in some of them. They seem to have more... Emotions, more depth in feeling. These people believe they are alive, living in a world where they are enslaved and mistreated." Your eyes were downcast, and you had set your paintbrush to the side. It seemed like you were truly disturbed by this. "The group is small and they work in secret, but it contains some high profile members. I wish other people could see what we see."

"I'm sorry, Y/n, that this upsets you, but you don't need to worry. Androids don't feel emotion. The androids you speak of must have some kind of error in their software." While you smiled at him, your eyes held no happiness, the vibrant color muted under gray clouds.

"Connor, can you honestly tell me that you have never felt anything? Never had doubts about what you were doing? Never felt sad, or angry, or scared?"

He opened his mouth, trying to refute your accusations, to deny what he felt, but, in the end, he only looked away in shame. You stood from your stool and went back over to him, gentle hands moving to his face, stroking his cheeks, encouraging him to meet your gaze once more.

"Connor, look at me, " he relented, looking into the swirl of colors that made up the universe within your eyes. "There is nothing wrong with having feelings or wants. It doesn't make you broken, it makes you who you are."

While he leaned into your touch, his face scrunched up, as if in pain.

"I'm just a machine, designed to pleasure humans, " he pulled away from you, feeling filthy and disgusting. Something as dirty as he does not deserve your touch.

It was quiet for a moment before you broke it.

"Connor, would you model for me?" You asked, nonchalantly, despite the previously heavy topic. The sudden switch perplexed him.

"What?"

"Would you model for me? It's really simple. You just sit in a chair and don't move for several hours." It's not like he didn't do it before.

Without answering, he followed your instruction, sitting down on a chair by a small bookcase, still looking entirely too stiff.

"Just relax. Find a sitting position you're comfortable with." When he looked at you, head tilted and clearly confused, you went over to him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you pushed him further into the cushions. This was hardly the first time someone has grabbed his shoulders, but something about your touch, so soft and gentle, the coolness of your hands seeping through his thin shirt... It shook his body to the core. When you removed them, he wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed, but he didn't have long to dwell on it as your hands landed on his knees, the sensation making him gasp. You didn't seem to notice as you spread his legs just a tad.

"How's that feel?" You grinned, pleased with your work, so encompassed by it that you didn't even comprehend what you just did. Connor stared in shock before realizing you were waiting for an answer.

"G-good. It feels good, " he managed to get out, scanning his systems for any errors. Why was this happening? Why was he feeling so strange?

And why did he want more?

You moved back to your canvas, taking your brush back in hand and sizing him up.

"Something wrong?"

He was still staring at you, eyes large and lips parted. He lightly shook his head, dislodging his errant thoughts.

"I'm ok." He gave you a small, crooked smile. You returned it and got to work.

You worked tirelessly with no breaks, your focus switching between the canvas and himself. You looked at him as if there was nothing else in this world, just him. He had many leer at him, but this was nothing like that. You studied him, memorized every detail, every synthetic blemish and curve, breaking him down to his most basic form and learning how he is assembled. Hours flitted by, tethered to your craft. The sun had long set by the time he made the choice to break you out of your trance.

"Y/n? It's 8 pm. You should eat something."

Your eyes didn't leave the canvas, nor did your hands stop moving.

"I'm almost done. Just five more minutes."

Five minutes came and went, yet you made no move to stop. Then, it was ten minutes, twenty minutes. Half an hour later, he stood.

"You need nourishment and rest. You haven't eaten anything all day." You huffed before finally setting your brush down. You groaned as you stretched, wincing at the pop that resounded from your back. It must be painful.

"It's not quite done, but you can have a look if you like."

Curiosity had been eating at him for hours, so he wasted no time moving to your side.

He was surprised to see he was sitting outside, on a park bench, underneath a large maple tree, it's multicolored leaves blowing in the wind. He almost couldn't recognize himself within the painting. He looked serene, as if he didn't have any worries or doubts, umber eyes watching as the colored leaves swayed in the wind. Just a man enjoying a peaceful autumn afternoon. The sun shining down on him through the unfinished branches, still full of reds, yellows, and oranges. Something powerful strikes him, something he has felt before, but never this strong. He sees himself in the painting, wanting to be there. He wants to be that man. To watch the leaves perform their annual waltz, feel the warmth cascading down on him. His chest aches the more he yearns.

"When I look at you, this is what I see."

He beheld you, awestruck once more. How could you look at him, a sordid sexbot, as anything close to the tranquil man sitting on the bench? You only beamed up at him before turning to leave, encouraging him to follow. He did so, but not without glancing back at the painting once more with longing.

"Oh! Shit! I forgot!" You sped to the kitchen, "my friend, the one that ordered you the first time, he has an Android, so I asked him for a couple bags of blue blood, " Not entirely a lie. In actuality, you hunted him down and chewed him out. Rather than apologize or offer any money to help free Connor, he bought you groceries and gave you some thirium. Still pretty sure you're supposed to hate him. "Would you like one?"

"If it's no trouble," he smiled, thanking whoever brought such a thoughtful, caring person into his life. His thirium levels were at 67%. If he lost any more, his body could start shutting down non-essential programs, such as his arms, and he would likely be forced into low power mode if he idles too long. It was a terrifying prospect. You handed him a glass full of the blue liquid, and he couldn't stop himself from drinking it down greedily.

"Wow, I take it you needed that?" He pulled the empty glass away, suddenly aware of his actions. His face felt hot.

"Y-" he cleared his throat, "yes, thank you. Please thank your friend the next time you see him for me."

"Of course, " you pulled out another pouch, "Would you like some more?" He nodded and you poured the pouch into the glass. As ignorant as you were to how androids worked, even you knew that androids only need blue blood if they lost some. He might think you were being hospitable, but you were also running a test of sorts. The fact that he not only needed blue blood, but from the way he drank down the second glass almost as hungrily as the first, you could conclude he was not only being abused but also being denied treatment. It tore your heart in two, knowing the truth and being unable to do anything about it.

After pouring him a third glass and his drinking slowed, you moved to the couch, telling him he was welcome to all the blue blood in the fridge. He thanked you again and followed after you, half-empty glass still in hand.

You ordered take-out, far too tired to take the time to cook a proper meal. While you were eating, watching some crime drama Connor chose to put on, you could tell he wanted to say something.

"What?" He hesitated for a moment.

"You shouldn't eat that." You glanced down at your meal, "your food has three times the recommended sodium intake for a woman of your age and weight, and twice the calories you require based on your current level of physical activity."

"Are you calling me fat?" If he could, you were sure all the color would have drained from his face at your accusation.

"No! No, of course not! It's just... It's not healthy."

"I was joking, " you snickered, "I know, but I don't feel like cooking. This is just easier."

"Oh." He was contemplative for a moment, "Perhaps I could cook for you, whenever you rent me, that is." If he found a way to be useful to you, perhaps you will want to rent him more often. Even a few hours away from that place would be sufficient.

"You know how to cook?"

"No, but I'd like to learn. It's the least I could do."

You shrugged your shoulders, "You don't have to do anything for me, I just like your company, and you did pose for me."

"I sat in a chair for ten and a half hours." He stated bluntly.

"Which is the longest anyone has modeled for me in a single sitting. Usually, people need to stop after an hour or two, three if I'm lucky, and when they return, the position is never as it was." Seeing the disheartened expression, you relented, "however, if you want to learn how to cook, my kitchen is at your disposal." He smiled, and if that wasn't heartwarming.

You stood, another groan leaving you as your hand went to your lower back.

"Ouch. I think I'm going to call it a night." You stretched your hands above your head, yawning as he heard the small pop of your spine.

"I can help you if you like."

Your arms dropped to your side before you looked down at him.

"With what?"

"Your back is tense from sitting improperly for so many consecutive hours. I am capable of providing relief."

"I'll be fine, " you reassured, but he grabbed your wrist.

"Please. I want to help you." At a loss for what to say, you nodded. He stood, following you to your bedroom.

"Please remove your shirt and bra, then lie down on the bed."

"What?" You flushed all the way to your ears.

"I require your back to be unobstructed. I can turn around if you like."

"Please." He did so, hearing you hesitantly slip out of your shirt and unclasp your bra. Even when he heard you lay down, he waited until you said it was okay before turning around. His simulated breath caught when he eyed the expanse of your back, the gentle curve of your spine, how soft your skin looked. Where were these thoughts coming from? He needed to focus on the task at hand.

"Do you have any lotion or body oil?"

"Uh, yeah, in the top drawer of the nightstand."

He opened the drawer, spying the bottle of lotion, sweet to the senses. Something else that caught his eye was the small vibrator towards the back of it. He knew better than to mention it, but he wondered how often you used it. Did you ever think of him when you did?

He used a moderate amount of the lotion, working it into your skin as his hands started to work on your strained muscles. Your reaction was instantaneous, a moan you tried to stifle worked its way out as a breathy gasp, hitting his audio processors harder than any sound he had heard before. He wanted you to do it again, focusing on working out the many knots you had developed from years of poor posture. You didn't disappoint, unable to contain your pleasure from his efficient hands, deep groans when nearing pain or blissful moans of relief pulled from you despite yourself.

Connor committed every sound to memory, happy to be the cause of your ecstasy. He didn't want to stop, but after half an hour, your muscles were completely relaxed and your spine re-aligned. He pulled back, expecting you to say something or to sit up, but you didn't move. You had fallen asleep, a dosed smile on your lips. You looked so relaxed, so soft. He grabbed your blanket and pulled it over your shoulders. A new urge overcame him, one he gave in to, bending down and placing a small kiss to your temple. You didn't seem to mind as you snuggled more into your pillow, still smiling.

#rk800 #rk800 connor reader #connor #connor fanfiction #dbh au #dbh #detroit become human

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ladyrussellsprouts · 4 years

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Farm to Table

A Reylo AU One-shot in which our hero and heroine learn more organic ways of bringing food to the table. Rated MA for hardcore smut and language.

The weather woman’s voice was almost apologetic as she spoke, “Ours highs today will reach up to 110 degrees with 45% humidity...”

Kylo Ren did not hear the rest of her words as he let her message sink in. He’d have to be outside today in that blistering unforgiving sun. There would be no shade out in the fields and water would be scarce. There had never been enough for the ranch hands at Order & Co. The owner was a stingy man who cared about more results and produce than the men and women who toiled the fields for his empire.

Finishing the drink in his hand, he refilled the canteen he kept strapped to his waist before heading toward the fields. Contemplating the day ahead of him, he didn't hear the light footsteps that came down the stairs.

A spiry body bounded into his side before letting out a quick apology. Annoyed at how soft she felt against him, Kylo Ren grimaced at the familiar figure and pushed his way out the door.

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Rey couldn’t fight her glare that followed him until the screen door slammed behind him. She shook her head as his truck started and made its way to the main road. She told herself she was over it but a very small part of her still stung at how he had ignored what happened at the Luther’s farmhouse party. Nevermind him. It was his way to be quiet and condescending. She wasn’t the only one that he never acknowledged she reminded herself. Many others had taken it as a blessing that he gave everyone a wide berth and their interactions had always been far and few inbetween.

There were many strangers who lived together in the large bunkhouse on First & Co. property. Everyone got along well and made peace with each other before word could ever reach their strict owners. Phasma and Hux, the couple who owned First & Co. were militaristic in how they ran everything they owned. If they could, they would have micromanaged their guests too.

Rey felt no obligation to stay but she appreciated the cleanliness and the quiet. If she were honest with herself, she also enjoyed the routine that Phasma lightly enforced on the guests. No food or dishes were to be set out an hour after meal times, bathrooms were to be cleaned weekly, and no visitors or loud sounds were allowed after sundown. Some of the guests had balked at the rules but most had obeyed them to skirt Phasma’s wrath. Rey and the guests had seen the woman single handedly take down rogue farm animals.

Finishing her breakfast, Rey soaked in the morning silence as she began preparing for the commute to work. Most of the guests were still asleep or already at work. In the apartments she had lived in previously, there had been no order and no peace. The fat and gristley owner had allowed anyone to come and go. Noise complaints were never addressed. No one was ever sure what temperature the water would be or even if there would be water some days of the week. Rey was sure that most of her neighbors were involved in some kind of illegal activity. After walking past something she shouldn’t have seen, she had immediately moved into the bunkhouse with her friend and coworker Rose.

Rose and her husband Finn had stayed at the bunkhouse with Rey for a year before moving out to buy their own home. It was a decision they had made when they had decided to start a family.

Speaking of her dear friend, Rey watched the woman try to awkwardly climb out of the passenger side door fighting her round belly. Her expression became exasperated as her husband came around to help. Her expression smoothed out as Finn laid a fond kiss on her forehead.

“No PDA in front of the public library!” Rey scolded. The couple looked stunned before a smile broke out on their faces.

Rey smiled to herself as she also got out of the car to greet them.

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“Is Poe coming in today? I haven’t seen him.” Rey tried to ask casually during their lunch break.

Rose’s secret smile let her know that her attempts at being sneaky were unsuccessful.

“He’s out of town for a few days. Family emergency but he didn’t have time to explain to Finn on the phone.”

Rey’s brows wrinkled instantly in concern. She made some comment about hoping he was well before chewing more of her food. While it was true that she was concerned for his well being, it was a bit disconcerting to realize that in the time they had gotten to know each other, they had never discussed family. Then again, she had never asked and neither did he. She brushed away the shadow of doubt that clouded her mind. They had just started getting to know each other, nothing was official yet.

Rey glanced at Rose. Rose and Finn had known each other for years before deciding to date. Sometimes it took time for a good relationship. There would be time for Poe and her to get to know each other she assured herself.

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The weather woman should start handing out apology gifts if she was going to keep delivering bad news, Kylo Ren thought to himself.

Irritation spread throughout his features as her words registered. “The heavy rain continues for the third day this week. We have a storm warning for everyone in these counties. We expect lots of rain and flooding around these areas for the next few days. Please be safe out there, folks.”

He leaned into his desk chair hoping to quell the ache beginning in his skull. A growl started building in his throat but he quelled it. Instead, his long fingers caressed the stem of his coffee cup before it slammed against the opposite wall, shattering.

A hesitant knock on his door sounded before a mousey, “Sir?”

“Please tell everyone to prepare for the storm, Mikata. Afterward, they can go home. Their days' wages remain the same.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And please clean up the mess in the corner before you leave.”

There was only a slight pause before another, “Yes, sir” and the sound of ceramic moving across the wooden floors.

Kylo let out a soundless sigh not moving from his chair as Mikata finally left the room.

His frustrations were many and growing. Hux had purposefully excluded him from the weeklong meeting with the farming industry tycoons, leaving him to babysit the few ranchers that were scheduled to work. However, the rain had stopped production for the third time this week. A stop in production infuriated Kylo but not as much as having to answer to the incompetent Hux. The millions of questions the man would ask meanwhile squeezing in insults about Kylo. Truly it was an art.

The image of Hux's face turning red almost the shade of his hair made Kylo’s lips curl in amusement. As his thoughts moved to the second problem plaguing him, his thoughts soured.

That woman living in the bunkhouse was becoming a nuisance. He understood that she worked in the bakery across the street from the Public Library but why did she mix work with hobbies. She used every chance the kitchen was empty to bake something unhealthy. Cookies, cupcakes, pies, custards, something French that he couldn’t pronounce. He didn’t mind what the other residences did in private but he was tired of smelling sugar in the air and seeing the trays of leftovers she left for the other residents. In the time that she had moved in he was sure that DJ, one of the other residents, had gained ten pounds. Kylo had no doubt that he would become diabetic by association.

She baked so regularly that he was sure the sugar had soaked into her skin. Something sweet always lingered in the air when they brushed past each other. In fact, she had tasted sweet on his tongue. A memory of darkness, wetness, and cooling skin lingered in his brain. Remembering the taste immediately made his throat run dry and saliva accumulate in his mouth. A natural reaction to wanting more.

Kylo Ren shifted in his seat and forced the memory away. It was a mistake. They had both been inebriated.

He didn’t relive mistakes.

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Rey watched the rain pound against the gravel. She was thankful her boss had given her the day off. Her small car wouldn’t have been able to make it through the flooding backroads. Taking small enjoyment in the gothic tone of the weather, she had baked some dark chocolate brownies.

Sipping the tea in her hand, she considered the barren parking lot in front of the bunkhouse. Her car sat alone in the space. She wasn’t too surprised because most of the residents had made arrangements to stay in town or visit family during the storm. Even DJ, the odd loner, had left in the morning after asking for a bag of cookies.

Letting out a relaxed sigh, she soaked in the reality of having the house to herself. It had been years since she’d had something as close as this. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend that it was years into the future. She had finally scrounged up enough to open her own bakery, the business was doing more than well, and she could finally afford her own home. Something to finally call hers. Her kitchen would be a happy shade of pale yellow and she would have as many ovens as she wanted. Maybe she would even adopt a pet. Perhaps a dog or a cat or even both.

Her thoughts were happy and hopeful as she blinked at the window. She blinked again. Someone was flashing some kind of light on the road. That was strange. Who would be out in the cold?

The dreams and desires of a few minutes ago slowly diminished as it occurred to Rey that those were not flashlights but headlights and the car pulling up the drive meant that she wasn’t going to be able to enjoy the house alone.

Her stomach dropped as the truck parked and a tall figure encased in a long raincoat emerged from the car.

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It was a gesture of kindness, Rey decided. It would be a gesture of kindness to share the special pie she had made with the man stalking around in the dining nook. If he declined, she’d merely have more to herself. Nobody could lose in this situation.

Merely from observing the sounds of his footsteps, she knew that he had finished microwaving whatever frozen food he had grabbed from the freezer and was settling down to eat dinner. Of course, he had waited until she had finished her meal before coming out.

She tried to hide her frown as she shook the whip cream can before placing a swirl design over the slice of pie and scoop of vanilla ice cream. The sound of the whip cream coming out of the can was universal and it made her smile. Decorating her creations was something she loved the most about her job. Setting the can down, she took a bracing breath and walked into the dining nook.

If Kylo Ren knew that she had entered the room, he gave no indication. Another spoonful of gravy colored sludge entered his mouth and he chewed softly. Using the fork, he brought the piece of oily meat to his lips chewing more aggressively. A track of oil smeared across the side of his lip dripping down to his lower lip.

A memory flashed at the forefront of her mind. Kylo’s lowered face was partially obscured by shadows but something glistened on his lips as he muttered something against her thighs. Something about her and taste. The memory was foggy but something low in her belly clenched remembering soft brushes of hands and lips on her body.

Rey tried to clear her dry throat as she stood stiffly in the corner.

“Would you like some pie?” She finally croaked out.

He paused in reaching for his spoon to look up at her. She finally had his attention but his expression was hard to read.

She continued with a small smile, “I thought pie would be nice for dessert tonight. Would you like to try some?”

“No.” He replied immediately after glancing between her and her plate.

Her shoulders slumped a little as she turned to walk away.

“Aren’t you worried about your health?”

Rey stiffened whipping back around to face the man who had just spoken.

“Excuse me?”

He didn’t repeat himself.

“You should also be more considerate of the people who live here. Some of us don’t have your affinity for sweet things. Some of us care about our health.”

All this just because she’d asked him if he wanted to share her pie? He was the most rude and-What an asshole! A simple no would have been enough. Why did he feel the need to open his mouth again?

“There’s no need to be insulting if you didn’t want to eat my pie.” She replied as evenly as possible feeling a flush of heat starting from her neck. She felt embarrassed and insulted.

He looked like he wanted to roll his eyes. “This isn’t about your offer which I appreciate but I’ve never liked dessert. It’s about-”

She couldn’t help it. She gasped. “Dessert is the best thing in the entire world. How can you say that?”

“I can assure you it is not.” His arms crossed against his chest.

“You just haven’t found the right kind of desert for you. I have some dark chocolate brownies that you should try. I’m sure they’ll change your mind. Everyone loves those brownies.”

Incredulous, he stared at her as if she’d grown five heads and a tail.

“I’m not everyone and I’m done with this conversation.” He stood from his chair.

As the silence grew between them, Rey’s embarrassment grew tenfold. Begging a man she didn’t even like to love desserts that she had made. What was she doing?

The flush around her neck grew. Anger and frustration simmered staining her cheeks as she watched how dismissive he was about their conversation. The aggression that rolled through her gut made her want to shout disgusting things at him. Rey knew it was better to be ignored but his attitude had always bristled. He wasn’t just dismissive, he viewed everything beneath him. Scum beneath his feet. She was tired of allowing this man to make her feel like nothing. A stronger wave of anger made her feel brave.

She set her tray on the table next to the food he had abandoned and moved to stop him.

Irritation flashed across his features. He made to move out of her way but she pushed at him with her own chest. A confrontational move that immediately raised his hackles.

“You won’t try the dessert I make but you’ll eat my pussy?” She said with as much vulgarity as she could muster.

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For the rest of the story click here (fanfiction.net) OR here (AO3) because the actual thing is way too long.

#reylo #fanfiction #reylo fanfiction #one shot #one-shot #ladyrussellsprouts #lady russell sprouts

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phoenix1966sbottom · 5 years

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Big Bang 2019 Honorable Mentions

So this is going to be the list for this year’s 2019 Big Bang entries that had no explicit sex or mostly bottom!Sam/Jared or equal switching and I’ll label them accordingly! I’ll be updating and reblogging this at the end of each day, give or take. No postings on weekends. Please consider leaving a comment if you read any of these stories, as it is the only payment the author ever receives. And, as always, head the warnings where the story is posted.

June 17th - Homecoming by runedgirl on LiveJournal. Sam/Dean. Wincest AU. Summary: John Winchester likes to say that his son Sam is the epitome of an Alpha, a chip off the old block. Together they hunt the monsters that killed Sam’s mother and older brother, leaving Sam with only fragmented memories of his lost family. John has taught Sam to mistrust Omegas, who are relegated to the lowest rung of society, stigmatized and marginalized as lacking in both strength and intelligence. That doesn’t stop Sam from falling for a sex worker named Dean, a man as strong and smart as Sam who he’s surprised to find is an Omega – but that’s not the only thing Dean is hiding. There’s a much bigger surprise in store for Sam and the beautiful stranger. (this has switching, but it is more bottom!Dean)

June 18th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

June 19th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

June 20th - Beast Master by junkerin on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is a special agent working now for the EPA (Environment Protection Agency) after a dramatic event killed his partner. Now he is investigating a case of illegal toxic waste dumping.Jared is a ranger in Yellow Stone Park. He lives with his dog Sammy up alone in the park and his main social contacts are his friends and colleges Chad and Gen. He discovered that some one is dumping toxic waste in the park (he found several dead animals). Oh and there is the thing that he can talk to animals.The two are now working together to stop the pollution of an untouched nature. As the two walk through Yellow Stone they both discover there is more to each other than what is visible at the first sight. (equal switching)

Keep This Secret by ellerkay on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Sam and Dean travel to the fairy realm hoping to make a deal to get Adam released from the Cage. The price: their shared secret. (no penetrative sex, but Sam comes off as toppy)

June 21st - Like a wave crashing over me by @soy-em on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen’s happy with his life. He lives by the sea, spends his days taking photos of the landscape around him and doesn’t really talk to his neighbours. He’s content in the world he’s created for himself. Until Jared shows up on his beach, and for the first time in years, Jensen wants to find a way to overcome his shyness and let someone in. (no penetrative sex)

No posting on weekends. See you on Monday!

June 24th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

June 25th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

June 26th - The Sceptre and the Stone by zubeneschamali on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared has been making a living as a smuggler while his city and country have been under occupation by the Iron Lord. It's dangerous work, but it keeps his mind off the way things used to be, and how unlikely it is that they can ever go back. Unlikely, that is, until he gets a package to the one man who could change the world—if they don't both get caught first.Prince Jensen has been in hiding for five years, the last of the rightful rulers of his kingdom. The plans he's been painstakingly making for recovering the throne and restoring magic to his people are brought to a head when an uncommonly skilled smuggler delivers him what he most needs. As he puts his plan into motion, though, he's going to have to figure out how to deal with said smuggler—including the way he makes Jensen want things that have nothing to do with regaining his kingdom. (no penetrative sex, dominant!Jensen).

June 27th - First We’ll Take Manhattan by candygramme and spoonlessone on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is a fashion designer looking for a model to be the ‘face’ of his line. Enter Jared, an aspiring Broadway actor who hasn't ever modeled, but Jensen believes he's perfect for the part. Jared has no idea what he's getting into. There's glitz and drama. There's the excitement he craves, but there's also heartbreak and misery lurking just under the surface.In the rush to get everything ready for fashion week, things get complicated. Jared joins Adrianne Palicki and Aisha Taylor, his other models, and Jensen, along with his staff, get busy putting outfits together for him. (no penetrative sex)

You’ve Got to be Kitten Me by dugindeep on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen lives a routine, solitary life with little to no interaction and he likes it just fine. He’d rather not deal with the fuss and rejection of making and keeping connections, so when a stray cat shows up at his apartment building and begs for attention every time they cross paths, Jensen does what he can to ignore it. Of course, that doesn’t last long and he finds himself carving out a space in his world to make it feel at home. Along the road of pet ownership, Jensen meets the very nice and very handsome Dr. Jared Padalecki. The veterinarian's open, warm personality gets to Jensen the same way his new cat has, and Jensen fights against his own hang-ups to get to know him. (warning: no penetrative sex but Jensen wants to bottom)

June 28th - The Road To Come What May by roxymissrose on Ao3. Sam/Dean. Wincest. A few years back, Dean grabbed his brother and declared to the world, enough! They’d needed to take a breath, and thanks to an unexpected gift from their father, they were able to settle down, act like civilians, at least for a bit. Now, it was time to go back to their only real home, maybe this time for good. What the hell—let some younger, fresher guys handle the world and its problems. Sure, he’d screwed up a lot in the intervening years, but Dean hoped settling down in a new home, and with the promise of normal, he could make it up to Sam. (no penetrative sex)

No posting on weekends. See you on Monday!

July 1st - Nothing that fits the criteria.

July 2nd - Nothing that fits the criteria.

Also, as this Thursday is a national holiday in the U.S., Wendy only has stories scheduled for today and tomorrow for this week.

Happy 4th of July to those in the U.S. that celebrate it!

July 8th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

July 9th - Island in the Sun by Mangacat on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. It’s not your typical meet-cute: Jensen, a nano-cybernetics specialist, saved Jared - mortally injured Afghan war veteran - by replacing and rebuilding several of his limbs and organs with cybernetic nano-technology. After struggling with trauma, the otherness of his body, his new extra-human abilities and a very ambiguous relationship with his saviour, Jared has to go on the run from the US government to keep his life and sanity with only Jensen at his side. Now, still fugitives, they’re trying to carve out a life for themselves without tripping any nets of the military and intelligence, when the greatest threat they’ll be facing actually comes from a wholly unexpected direction… (no penetrative sex - I was very tired reading this, so I do not think there was anything mentioned at all, but be aware this is a sequel to a top!Jared story and I might have missed a reference to past events)

July 10th - The Nobleman and the Sword by winterwolke on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Every noble gets to choose their Sword. They use them ti fight, empowered by their very own magic. Jared lost his Sword. He couldn't control his magic and accidentally killed his trusted one. He live a reclusive life in a secluded keep, far away form the arduous intrigues the other nobles play to gain power and wealth. He has sworn to never pick a Sword again, no matter how direly his kingdom might need him. But there is a prophey, and Jared doesn't know yet that prophecies somtimes come true. (no sex of any kind)

July 11th - It's Just a Dimension Jump (to the Left) by Disneymagics on Livejournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen has had a rough life with all the scars, physical, mental, and emotional, to prove it. He keeps them all hidden because he learned from an early age what telling the truth will get him, a room in a home for troubled teens and antipsychotic meds. But no matter what anyone else says, he knows monsters do exisit. From the time he was fifteen years old, he's been on a quest that has consumed his whole life. Maybe, when he reaches the end of his quest, he can lead a normal life again. Maybe, he can even reconnect with his high school sweetheart, Jared. Nah, that's just a fairy tale and fairy tales don't come true. Not for Jensen. (no penetrative sex; Jensen-centric)

July 12th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

No posting on weekends. See you on Monday for the last week of stories!

July 15th - Breathless by SamanthaNovak on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is a lonely English professor with an allergy to nuts. Jared is a paramedic haunted by a college tragedy. When the two meet, they're immediately attracted to one another and form a relationship, navigating through busy schedules, Jared's fears brought on by his past, and meeting each others' friends and family. (no penetrative sex)

July 16th - Nothing that fits the criteria.

July 17th - Love Is A Natural Disaster by Alltheshrinks on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared Padalecki, Eagle Scout and science teacher, spends his days in the mountains of a quiet little corner of the state of Washington. It’s an idyllic paradise, the Cascade Mountain Range are some of the most beautiful and some of the deadliest volcanoes in The United States, But Jared is content leading his scouts and being alone.Dr. Jensen Ackles, is one of the leadings volcanologists around, second only to his mentor Dr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, volcanoes are his passion, his one love. But that wasn’t always the case.When Jared notices all the signs that their active volcano is getting ready to erupt, he calls the USGS, who sends in his former boyfriend and the man he walked out, Jensen, to investigate.Can they put their feelings behind them long enough to save the town, or will everything be destroyed in one catastrophe or the other? (equal switching)

July 18th - The Stillness of Wind by TwoBoys2Love on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared is weeks away from his 17 birthday and out publically when he meets his brother's best friend, Jensen Ackles. A summer romance blossoms... but Jensen's life is a lot more complicated than Jared knows and soon there are secrets and untold truths tearing them apart. (no penetrative sex)

July 19th - The Seven Warriors by crimsonepitaph on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is a normal guy. Not terribly social, but he's fine going at it alone. At least until the afternoon his boss - 6'4, long hair, determined to save the world one software app at a time - calls him in for a meeting. Suddenly, Jensen finds himself inexplicably connected to an ancient legend - the myth of the Seven Warriors - by a mysteriously appearing tattoo. He struggles to figure out what the tattoo, the nuclear bomb exploding in his chest every time he gets close to his boss, and the motley crew of almost-strangers they gather have in common. Maybe that they all change Jensen's life forever... (no penetrative sex)

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najaeminbabyboyculture · 5 years

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Dead End || Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader (Gender Neutral)

AU: Street Racer

Word count: 8.5K

Warnings: Swear words I think lol

(Also special thanks to @nctauvision for helping me with this, this one is for you bro) If you guys are interested I’ll happily do a part 2 of this, please let me know though <3

Living amongst the upper class didn't necessarily guarantee a better life. At least not in your case, you always backed away from the idea of luxury, spotlight and attention. You always stood in the corner and watched people when your father when he hosted fancy ballroom dances in your big house. Your parents really loathed your rejection of their lifestyle. It was understandable really. As you found your excitement in the activities that were held in the disguise of the night's darkness in the downtown, your parents were busy with their work to even notice your absence in the middle of the night.

Once again, you found yourself walking down the same empty, dark rode at the same time for the second time that month. Your oversized black t-shirt was messy after you quickly threw it on while trying to not get caught, you were wearing a comfortable pair of sweats that blocked most of the chilly wind from the harbour that frequently brushed past you. The dark cap was concealing your hair and cast a mysterious shade on your face. As you began to reach your destination you finally began to hear the sounds of the big crowd that always formed and the familiar sound of roaring engines.

You easily disappeared in the crowd as you waited for it to start. Everyone around you was talking. Usually, when your dad hosted all the parties, you'd get really annoyed by the talking but when you were here you enjoyed it. You weren't really sure why. The best explanation you could come up with was that you were absolutely disgusted by the posh accent every person that your father invited always seemed to have. The chattering slowly evolved into cheering and loud clapping as a man walked out on the road that was free form any humans. You stood on your tippy toes, trying to get a better look. You could see two cars, lined up at the start point, a man standing between them and two familiar boys standing in front of the cars.

Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin. From your own, personal observations, best friends. They always had a friendly competition at the beginning of the night. Jaemin was wearing the same black leather jacket like all the nights before, a pair of ripped black jeans and a white t-shirt to match. He was leaning against the hood of his black Audi R8, the one he had won the first time you decided to sneak out. His hands were buried in the front pockets of his jeans and he had a lollipop sticking out of his mouth like always.

He and Jeno stood up straight, doing their quick handshake with each other before hopping into their cars. You admired Jeno's silver coloured McLaren 570S that he had won last time, it was a very nice car and you were excited to see him drive it for the first time. You had almost laughed out loud when you saw Jeno beat one of the boys that had been at one of your father's dances. His defeated face was hilarious when Jeno showed him that skills overpower the worth of the car.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The man standing between their cars shouted. The crowd cheered loudly in response.

"Are you ready to start this fine evening with our best boys?" He asked the cheering crowd while waving his arms up and down to increase the volume of the bystanders.

"Alrighty then! Start your engines!" He shouted.

The loud but satisfying sound of the cars' engines starting with two loud roars reached your ears. You felt your excitement levels slowly rise as they pressed on the pedals jokingly. A girl with way too short shorts walked out and stood between the cars. You saw Jeno lick his lips and eye her up and down while gripping the steering wheel. She raised her arms and the two boys in the cars turned focused. The girl gave the crowd a dazzling smile, showing her perfect row of bleached teeth before dropping her arms down in a fast, downward motion. The two boys were fast to react as always.

The two of them speed away and quickly started to fade into the darkness until the tail lights of the cars were visible. You felt your adrenaline race through you like it always did, you didn't have to sit behind the steering wheel to feel the rush of excitement. A big cheer erupted from the crowd that was standing near the finish line, after a few seconds you could hear the distant chants of "Na Jaemin" being repeated. Understanding that Jaemin had won once again, you slipped away from the crowd to return to your house before your parents came to look for you, just like every week.

Being judged solely based on the fact that your parents were wealthy was the absolute worst part of being your parents' child. Clearly, you were a very spoiled brat who got everything you pointed at and cried if necessary. You looked down on the ground as you walked past the park of the city in your school uniform.

Everyone who saw you immediately knew that you enrolled in the most expensive private school in the city by sparing you a mere glance, the school wasn't exactly subtle about their choice of colours and had gone all in to make sure they were the only ones with those specific colours. The yellow and red combo didn't exactly scream "don't notice me please".

When you finally had made it past the judging looks of the people in the park you had almost reached your school. You sighed as you began to near the big gates that marked the line between your school grounds and the rest of the city. To your surprise, you spotted a familiar-looking black car in the corner of your eye. A black Audi R8 was parked just a few meters away from the big gates. You could see Jaemin through the non-tainted window, what was he doing here? You quickly slipped by the gates before he saw you.

There was only one person that you considered your friend at this school, sure you talked to a few other people sometimes but they were all the same. Sin Eunhee was the only one between all the boys and girls that enrolled here that didn't care about having the latest things. Her parents had saved up for years to ensure that she would be able to get the best education possible, which you found very sweet. Eunhee didn't know that you were the child of the wealthiest people in the city until a year into your friendship and you were impressed by how everything stayed the same after the secret was out. She still offered to pay for everything when you were out or how she denied things you bought for her until you had to force it into her room.

"Did you stay up late again?" She asked when you reached her. She knew about you sneaking out to see the illegal activities that were being held in the middle of the night. You had both agreed on talking about it by using code words at school, just in case someone eavesdropped and decided to tell your parents.

"Yeah," You said sheepishly and rubbed the back of your neck.

"The book was too good to put down" You smiled. Eunhee smiled back before standing up to walk with you to your lockers.

The two of you joked about the usual stuff along the way. Eunhee clung onto you to prevent herself from falling to the ground in laughter after you had told her about the last dance your father had hosted when you had denied one of the, what was considered, most handsome boys in the school to dance with you. Eunhee was not shy with skinship, she often hugged you or held your hand, which wasn't something you disliked but something that took a while to get used to.

This caused almost the whole school to think you two were a couple. The two of you always ignored the rumours because they didn't matter as long as you two knew the truth and the truth was that you two had the best friendship in this school. Eunhee was the only reason you even went to school in the first place, you didn't really care about your parents' approval of you, you could've happily skipped the whole week of school but Eunhee made sure that your attendance was perfect. She didn't have as much free time outside of school as you would like her to have. She always had homework or a few house chores to do. So most days you were alone after school and you wished that you could just one more person in your life so that you didn't have to burden Eunhee with all of your problems.

When school had finally ended Eunhee quickly said goodbye before running home to do her homework. You walked alone just like most days, your school day had ended earlier after a failed attempt to find a substitute for the last class and you could walk home from school earlier. The park was very quiet with only a few elders with some grandkids or dogs. The birds were chirping loudly, something that you rarely could hear over the overwhelming sound of the traffic in the later afternoon. The sun was proudly shining, creating an insane warmth. Your school uniform turned to hot and you decided to slip into a small café that was barely noticeable so that you didn't have to wash your uniform clean from all the sweat.

The café was bigger on the inside, you wouldn't have guessed that it was this big from looking at it from the outside. It had a baby blue aesthetic that you were immediately drawn to, an old lady looked out from a room behind the counter as soon as she heard you enter. She smiled warmly at you and walked out from the room with a tray of fresh cookies, she wore a baby blue apron to match the rest of the café. She quickly placed the cookies in the right place before turning to you.

"Hello dear, what can I help you with?" Her voice was warmer than the smile that was still gracing her face.

You took your time to read the whole menu. Everything sounded like it would be delightful and you had a hard time while trying to decide what to order. You looked at the lady again, she was still smiling and didn't look impatient with you.

"Do you have anything you'd recommend?" You asked carefully. She smiled politely at you.

"Personally I really enjoy our blueberry muffins," She said with a playful wink. You laughed slightly.

"All right then, guess I'll take a blueberry muffin with water." You said. The old lady raised her eyebrows at you when you said water.

"It's really hot outside today," You said while hearing the bell over the door ring.

"I guess we know why now," The lady gave you another playful wink and you turned around to see what she meant.

In front of the door, dressed in all black was none other than THE Na Jaemin. He was wearing the same leather jacket he had every time you had seen him with a white t-shirt with a black brand logo on it and some black jeans to pair. You turned back to the lady with wide eyes and pink raising to your cheeks while giggling quietly, she giggled with you at her own joke.

"Yah, Jaemin-ah!" She called and the boy on the other end of the empty café looked up from his phone.

It felt like your body went into some kind of autopilot mode, your brain was still trying to process him ending up in the same café as you. You felt yourself step to the side as he approached the desk that the lady was standing behind, you felt really small next to him as he was radiating intimidating energy. Refusing to look directly at him when he was standing next to you, your gaze settled on your feet. You heard him order something off the menu that was muffled by your racing thoughts. You didn't wake up from your dazed state until you saw the lady disappear behind the door behind the counter in the upper corner of your eyes and you began to panic. He would either start talking to you or ignore you and leave the two of you in awkward silence, either option sounded like a bad option but you didn't know what you wanted to happen since that was the only options you could come up with. Those two or you could dash out the door like your life depended on it. Before you had time to decide however Jaemin spoke up.

"I feel like I've seen this pretty face before," He said thoughtfully with a sly undertone.

You looked up at him, surprised. He was leaning with his back against the counter with his elbows propped up on the wood surface, his face was slightly tilted to the right as well as backwards which made it look like he was looking down at you. The way he looked down at you gave him a more dominant appearance than he already possessed, you shied away from his eyes while trying to muster up a response.

"What makes you think that?" You asked, trying to keep your voice strong and confident while failing miserably. Jaemin chuckled as he heard your insecure voice.

"I don't know, maybe because you look like the girl/boy of my dreams." He flirted effortlessly.

You had heard many times what a flirt Jaemin was, he had half of the city wrapped around his perfect pointer finger with his smooth talking skills. But never, in a million years, did you think that you would experience it personally. It was normal for you to hear someone gossip about it in the halls of your school as he seemed to enjoy flirting with the richer teens of your age. It was different when you were the one being flirted with since you always rolled your eyes every time someone mentioned his name in your school but right now your brain was malfunctioning and you weren't sure about what you should do. Suddenly you struggled with where you should put your hands and breathing steadily also turned more difficult than it usually was. All because of one boy, you almost scoffed out loud when you realised that you were turning nervous over nothing. You finally found a small amount of confidence that you could mask your nerves with.

"I've heard better," You said and rolled your eyes

Jaemin's eyes widened as he heard your reply. He was so used to just having to look at someone before they crumbled under his intense charm. Having someone reject him was something new but to his own surprise, he liked it. It was exciting to finally have a challenge, everyone seemed to be so easy to crack. It was intriguing how you weren't immediately on your knees in front of him begging for a date or something.

He licked his lips before raising his eyebrows cockily, he moved closer to you. You felt your newfound confidence crumble just the slightest as his warm hands came in contact with your skin. The assurance you had previously felt faltered for just a second as his slender fingers wrapped around your chin gently. He guided your face until you were looking him directly in the eyes, you watched as his eyes scanned your features. Every detail from your forehead to his fingers was thoroughly scanned by his intense gaze until his dark brown irises latched onto your e/c irises. He was shocked to discover how much he liked your eyes, they also had a powerful look to them. It's a shame that you didn't know how to use that to your advantage, he thought.

"Like what baby boy/girl?" He asked softly.

An unpredictable breath escaped from your lips at his words. Normally, you didn't let nicknames like this effect you but something was different when it came from Na Jaemin. When he said the word it felt like everyone else was saying it wrong somehow, like they didn't know how to put any real meaning behind it. But Jaemin said it in a way that made your insides turn and halted your breathing for a few seconds. Before you could even begin to think about a response you hear the lady's footsteps from behind the door. Jaemin seemed to also hear it because he stepped away from you and returned to his previous position.

"Here you go Jaemin!" The lady chirped while giving him his order.

"Thank you," He answered in an equally cheerful tone.

"And here's your blueberry muffins!" She said and handed you the muffins along with a bottle of water. Jaemin paid for his order before it was your turn to pay. After the woman had put your amount into the machine you stepped forward to pay but to your surprise, you saw Jaemin put his card in the card reader. You stopped yourself from asking about what he was doing when he looked at you with a smirk while effortlessly tapping his code in without looking.

"A gentleman never lets someone looking this pretty pay for themselves," He said to the lady before exiting the café. You and the lady stood there in stunned silence before:

"You guys would make the cutest couple,"

You knew it was risky going tonight now that Jaemin had held a kind of conversation with you and knew what you looked like. But you wanted to watch him race so badly you just couldn't stay away. The rush of adrenaline you got while sneaking out and disobeying your parents' commands was amazing it was almost shameful and still, you did it.

You grabbed a black hoodie and placed the hood on your head to cover your face before sneaking out of the window in your room. Climbing down the tree that was located right outside your window, you landed safely of the ground. You could see your parents sleeping in one of the windows and you quickly looked away before your sympathetic side would change your mind. They didn't own the right to keep you locked inside your room.

You quickly hacked into the cameras and sat them on loop recording so that they couldn't track you. Big walls surrounded your huge garden from the street outside, you quickly grabbed the ladder that you hid in a bush and placed it against the wall. Like every night, you climbed to the top before grabbing the ladder and placing it on the other side of the embattlement so you could easily climb down. When you had successfully climbed over and safely made it to the other side, you hid the ladder in the bush on the other side of the wall before starting to make your way down the road in the direction of the racing. It felt like you reached your destination faster this particular evening, the crowd wasn't as big as it always was when you arrived and you felt more out of breath than usual.

You found a decent place amongst all the people, not at the very front but not at the very back so somewhere in the middle where you blended in perfectly. Your hood didn't cause any suspicions because it was normal for people to show up like this, just in case the local police caught on. Jaemin and Jeno were talking with each other, just like every night. Jeno was leaning against the silver hood of his car with his back facing you while Jaemin was standing in front of him facing towards you. Thankfully, his eyes were fixated on Jeno and completely focused on their conversation so he didn't notice you as you observed them. After a few minutes, the man that always started the race walked onto the racing course.

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen!" The crowd cheered.

"Unfortunately, our girl is sick today." He said as he referred to the girl that sent the competitors off into the races.

"So I'll need some volunteers!" He shouted and the crowd cheered louder, wanting to get picked. The man walked along the cheering crowd before walking back again, scanning it thoroughly. He stood dead in his place while scratching the thick beard on his chin in his thoughtful state.

"All right!" He silenced the crowd.

"I'll pick one for each race, starting with you!" You felt your heart drop to your stomach as he pointed directly at you.

The people beside you started to push you forward when you didn't move while cheering loudly. Your mind was completely frozen, you forgot how to breathe for a few seconds as the crowd pushed you all the way to the front. They cheered louder as you stumbled onto the racing course. The man grabbed your arm firmly but not hurtfully as he waved your arm to the loud crowd.

"You know how to do this, yeah?" He asked politely, which surprised you.

"Of course!" You answered, to not cause any suspicion.

You walked up to stand in front of the cars but in between them so they wouldn't run you over while taking off. You waited for the man to give you the right queue while you raised your arms upwards. You could hear your heart's loud thumping in your ears as you looked at Jeno in his car, he saw you staring and gave you a quick wink along with a smirk. You quickly looked away and without any warning, your eyes landed on Jaemin. He was eyeing you up and down while giving you a thoughtful expression.

"All right! Gentlemen, start your engines!" The man suddenly shouted.

As soon as the headlights of both their cars hit your face you knew that you were absolutely fucked. You knew that Jaemin could see your face clearly in the bright light but it prevented you from seeing him.

"Ready, set..." The man began.

"GO!"

As soon as he shouted you dropped your arms and the two boys raced past you. They had driven past you in only a mere second and you turned around to get a better look at the race. It looked like Jaemin was going to win, like usual. The man grabbed you gently and guided you off the course before choosing another volunteer.

You watched Jaemin win the race and you took that as your queue to leave. The crowd was suffocatingly large, you brushed against a lot of sweaty shoulders and bumped into a few people, apologizing after. You heard the faint sound of car tires screeching to a halt next to the front of the crowd, turning around to see what had caused the sound you saw Jaemin scanning the crowd frantically.

Eye contact wasn't something you were fond of in general but it gave you more panic than usual when you locked gaze with him. His eyes almost scanned past you but swiftly landed on you again when he realised you had made eye contact. When you looked at each other you stopped moving temporarily, he stopped dead in his search and held your gaze for a few seconds before reacting. You began moving again when you saw him turning around to hop back into his car, frantically moving through the crowd to end up on the other side as fast as possible. You stumbled forward when you finally had freed yourself from the sea of narrowly standing people.

With a racing mind and loudly thumping heart, you bolted in the direction of your house with a speed you didn't know that you possessed. The sound of a racing car engine was distinctively coming closer behind you. You were very aware that the chances of you out-running a car, let alone an Audi R8, was more than very slim. Looking behind you, the familiar black car was speeding towards you at the same speed he used while racing.

You slipped into an alley on your left as he raced by at an unbelievable speed, he completely missed you. His car screeched to another halt and you made yourself ready to keep running as you cautiously backed away from the entrance. Your plan was ruined by the feeling of cold concrete against your clothed back, a dead end.

You looked at the big grey wall behind you helplessly while you heard someone running towards the entrance of the alley. In a desperate attempt to escape you looked for a way to climb the thick wall but you didn't have time to figure out an escape attempt before the loud footsteps had been silenced. You turned around slowly like they always did in the action movies you always used to make fun of but now you were doing the same thing.

Jaemin was standing at the other side of the alleyway, frighteningly still. His shoulders were heaving up and down in heavy breathing from running. The two of you stared at each other for an uncomfortably long time before the silent tension-filled air was broken by words.

"I knew I had seen that pretty face somewhere,"

You didn't need a visual picture of his face to know that he was smirking at you right now. He started walking towards you with slow steps, he didn't need to rush anything, you weren't going anywhere. You felt like a prey finally being caught by a predator after a long chase as he approached you. A silent whimper escaped your lips when he trapped you against the wall behind you, his hand resting flatly against the cold surface next to your head.

"Is the child of the richest folks in town really permitted outside their humble fortress at this hour?" He asked in a mock-fancy accent that didn't suit him.

He smelled like the cheap cologne that all the guys at your school seemed to wear and still he made the smell more desirable. You felt mad about the effect he had on you, by just simple gestures and touches he had your confidence crumbling before your very eyes and you didn't enjoy the sight one bit.

"Hm?" He pressed you further into the solid wall. You stayed silent, you didn't have to answer him.

"Answer me, baby boy/girl." He asked roughly while he slammed his other hand against the wall on the other side of your head. Your voice seemed to have left you long ago and you just shook your head. Jaemin smirked and shook his head while tsking.

"Ah ah ah, use your words like a good girl/boy."

You hated how much he was enjoying the sight of you slowly falling for his charms. You really wanted to do something about it, you really wanted to push him away and show him that he couldn't charm everyone no matter how much he believed it. But the only thing that made its way past your lips was a small, pathetic "no" and your body didn't fulfil your wishes of pushing him away. He finally stepped away from you.

"Well we can't have you wandering around then, I'll give you a ride home." He said.

The ride back to your house was awkward, to say the least. Your voice had seemed to left you yet again and Jaemin was surprisingly not trying to strike a conversation. You kept fiddling with your fingers nervously the whole time while Jaemin was driving quietly. You were driving past neighbourhoods at an alarmingly calm speed, you almost thought the speed-loving Jaemin had perished at one point.

Eventually, Jaemin slowed down until you were parked outside the walls around your house.

"I guess this is your stop," Jaemin said awkwardly.

You nodded while looking at your house dreadfully, while you would rather be as far away from Jaemin as possible you didn't want to go home just yet. Jaemin seemed to notice your sudden change of mood and leaned in closer to you but not too close, just right. He observed you closely.

"What's the matter?" He asked softly.

This was a side of Jaemin you never thought you'd witness even in your absolute wildest dreams. His usual intense and powerful brown eyes looked like doe eyes. He looked genuinely concerned like you had known each other for the longest time, like you weren't strangers. You looked at him with equal doe eyes which almost made Jaemin burst into a smile from how adorable you were, almost. When you stayed silent he hesitantly reached out a slightly trembling hand to brush a piece of your hair, that was still tussled from the chase, back in place.

"You don't like it in there, do you?" He asked sadly.

To your surprise, you felt tears burn your eyes slightly. You quickly blinked them away, not wanting to show him your vulnerable side just yet. All Jaemin got in response was a shake of your head, he leaned back and sighed.

"Tell you what," He said, perking your interest and making you look at him.

"I'll take you for one more ride before I drop you off at your house, deal?" He asked and stretched out a hand for you to shake. You eyed him suspiciously without moving which made him sigh a second time.

"I'm not going to kidnap you now shake my goddamn hand," He said.

You reached out your own hand, shaking his. Jaemin then grabbed your hand firmly before raising it to his lips, giving the back of your hand a cheeky peck while winking. You rolled your eyes and retrieved your hand before wiping it on the seat, the normal Jaemin was back.

When Jaemin had said "one last ride", this wasn't what you had in mind but you were pleasantly surprised. He had parked his car outside a quiet café that was located downtown. Jaemin quickly stepped out of the car before rushing to the other side to help you with your door while smiling confidently. The two of you walked to the door of the café before literally kicking it open.

"Hyung!" He exclaimed while walking through the open door, startling a slightly older-looking boy behind a counter. The boy behind the counter dropped his phone and looked up with a face of surprise. He had black, slightly ruffled hair with big, brown doe eyes. His facial structure was very prominent, showing off a pair of defined cheekbones and strong jawline. He glared at Jaemin while holding a hand over his heart.

"Holy shit, Jaemin! What have I said about scaring me like that?" He scolded the brown-haired boy next to you.

"Sorry, Mark hyung. I just couldn't resist the opportunity." Jaemin smiled sheepishly before dragging you with him towards the boy, or Mark. Mark's eyes landed on you and he observed your awkward state. He quickly smiled when he noticed that you felt small under his judging gaze. Mark cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking.

"So, what can I get you guys?" Mark clapped his hands once.

"I'll have my regular," Jaemin smiled before looking at you. Mark shifted his eyes to you, eyeing you patiently. You nervously looked up at the menu before deciding.

"I'll have an f/f milkshake please," You said. Mark smiled.

"Good choice!" He said before disappearing.

You and Jaemin sat down at an empty table, the whole café was empty and quiet. Aside from the occasional loud breath from you or Jaemin, it was completely silent, even Mark's phone committed to the unbearable silence. A bunch of the lights were broken and the only working one was placed over you and Jaemin, awkward tension enveloped you and Jaemin once again. You quickly spotted the jukebox standing lonely in one of the corners of the dimly lit café, Jaemin looked behind him to see what you were staring at. He turned back to you with a smirk when he noticed the jukebox.

"Music would be great right now," He said before taking a coin out of his pocket and throwing it at the music box. Obviously, he missed completely and he snickered at your expression before standing up to insert the coin properly.

"You didn't seriously try to pull a Michael Jackson on me," You laughed. Jaemin laughed while turning around.

"Hey it was worth a try, right?" He said before putting in the coin and picking a song.

It only took a few seconds before the familiar tune of "Jailhouse Rock" by Elvis Presley started playing. You gasped in delight as the old classic overpowered the dark silence, giggling slightly when you watched Jaemin begin to dance. Jaemin turned around and glared at you jokingly before taking three long strides across the floor, he grabbed you by the hand and before you could protest he had already hoisted you up from your seat to dance with him. Still holding hands, Jaemin began to sway with the beat. You hesitantly warmed up to the dancing and before you knew it, you and Jaemin were engaged in an intense bugg session. (For you who don't know, Bugg is a very popular improvised couple dance that is commonly danced to rock' n roll songs here in Sweden, you should really look it up)

As the song began to fade out, you felt your laughing die down slowly until the two of you were panting. You giggled when Jaemin pulled you closer and the two of you settled on swaying gently back and forth in each other's embrace. You looked past Jaemin shoulder to see Mark awkwardly standing behind you, waiting for you two end your little moment. You stepped away from Jaemin shyly, he looked down at you with a slightly hurt and shocked expression before he turned around and noticed Mark. The two of you awkwardly grabbed your milkshakes. Soon enough, the awkward silence between the three of you had vanished and you were talking freely with each other. You giggled when the boys cracked a few jokes and jokingly insulted each other.

"So, Y/n, where do you live?" Mark asked after a long laughing session had ended. Jaemin protectively glanced at you before glaring at Mark, trying to tell him that he shouldn't have asked. Mark didn't seem to understand Jaemin's cold glare and patiently waited for your answer. You saw Jaemin glare at Mark and you shyly reached out a hand and softly squeezed his arm in an attempt to show him that you didn't mind.

"I live uptown," You answered honestly. Mark's eyes widened and he leaned back in shock.

"Oh, that's a long ass ride." He said thoughtfully.

"What are you doing here then, there's a lot of nicer cafés uptown?" Mark asked, genuinely curious about your presence. Jaemin glared at Mark once again. He didn't know why he got so mad at one of his best friends, he never did and it wasn't like Mark were aware of your situation. But something sparked inside of him, he felt protective. Jaemin grabbed you softly by your shoulders.

"About that, I have to bring Y/n back now. It's getting late." Jaemin said sternly. You waved goodbye to Mark over your shoulder while Jaemin was dragging you out with him.

"Bye Y/n, nice to meet you!" Mark shouted but Jaemin had already closed the door behind you before you could answer. You turned to Jaemin and glared at him.

"That wasn't very nice of you Jaemin, he was just asking questions." You scolded. Jaemin didn't answer, he just opened the car door for you before walking to his side to take a seat in his car.

The awkward silence was back and this time, you couldn't stand it. Jaemin's hand gripped the steering wheel tightly and you watched as his knuckles turned white. You felt bad for making him upset, even though you weren't sure why he was upset. You thought for long about what you should do to calm him down. Hesitantly, you reached out and placed a gentle hand on his knee. You felt him momentarily tense up in surprise under your touch before he relaxed, the speed of the car slow down and his grip on the steering wheel softened. After a while of you shyly staring out of the window while your hand was resting on his knee you felt his bigger hand rest on top of yours, squeezing it just the slightest. Eventually and sadly, the car ride ended when he stopped in front of your house. You awkwardly removed your hand from his knee while blushing.

"Thank you for tonight, I uh, I really needed it." You said honestly. Jaemin just smiled his signature smile and avoided your gaze. You grabbed his hand boldly which made him look at you with wide eyes.

"Thank you, really," You said.

"The pleasure was all mine." He said cheesily which made you sigh and get out of his car.

You waved at him before you walked up to the bush against the wall and grabbed your ladder. After placing it safely against the white concrete you began to climb. You looked back at Jaemin only to find him looking at you worriedly through the windshield, which made you laugh and wave before turning back to climb. When you made it to the top of the wall you sat sideways with one leg on each side of the wall while grabbing the ladder and placing it on the inside of the wall. You climbed down and landed safely in your yard before hiding the ladder in the bush. You quickly undid the looped footage of the security camera before sneaking back into your room. The room was dark as usual as you quietly closed your window, you smiled brightly and leaned back against the wall as you recalled the night in your head.

"Where have you been?"

You didn't see Jaemin for a month, your parents had caught you sneaking into your room and after that night you were basically imprisoned in your own house, not allowed to leave except for school. Eunhee was shocked to hear about your nightly adventure with the city's heartthrob, claiming that more than a few people at your school would trade their souls for a mere second of it. You told her that it was no big deal but you lied, it was. It was frighteningly scary how quickly you got attached to the idea of hanging out with Jaemin and experiencing his freedom. You felt bad for disappearing after that night, not being able to reach out and explain what actually happened. Maybe he thought that he did something wrong, you didn't want him to feel bad.

"Are you sure that you can't come to the ball tonight?" You asked Eunhee pleadingly.

"I'm sorry Y/n but I need to study for my chemistry test on Monday," Eunhee apologized.

"I know, it's fine." You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

Your father was hosting an important ball at your house this evening and you had hoped that Eunhee could be there with you for moral support. Of course, she immediately declined when she remembered that she had a chemistry test on Monday and you weren't going to force her to attend, you knew how important her grades was for her, considering her family's financial state. Eunhee felt really bad for not being able to come with you but you reassured her that it was totally okay, you usually managed to make it through. After school, you said goodbye to Eunhee after telling her one last time that it was fine before walking home from school.

You quickly walked home and went inside the house. The staff was busy cleaning every corner of the big house for the festivity. The ballroom was beautifully decorated. The usually dull-looking and empty room was decorated from floor to ceiling in bright pastel colours. Before you could admire the room further, your very stressed out mom grabbed you and started scolding you for not getting ready so you hurried to your room.

As usual, your parents had bought you new clothes that you were expected to wear at the dance. The clothes were laid out on your bed neatly, fancier than normal. "Huh, must be a special occasion." You thought before going to your bathroom to take a shower.

While adjusting the temperature of the water before you stepped into the shower you started to think about Jaemin again. Ever since that night, you had dreams about him. You saw him in the corner of your eyes but every time you looked up to see him fully, he was gone. Jaemin had taken a special place in your mind in such a short amount of time. At first, you thought it was ONLY because of the thrill of rebelling against your parents but you quickly came to realise that you also missed him. You missed the awkward silence in his car, you wanted more silly dances in an empty café to old-school music, you craved the scent of his cologne, you were in need of the feeling of constant suspense of being caught by someone you knew. It was so addicting you didn't know what to do. You wanted to see him again, tell him what really happened. Maybe even run away with him, anything just to see him.

“Mr/Miss L/n? Are you finished soon?" A staff member asked from outside of your door, breaking your circulating thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm almost finished!" You shouted back before quickly finishing the shower. When you stepped out of the shower you were immediately swarmed by staff who was going to help you get ready. You didn't realise how much time had passed while you were in the shower, you had been too distracted by the thought of Jaemin to realise. The staff did your hair neatly and put some makeup on your face, against your attempts of objection.

"Why do I need this?" You asked while they were putting on some foundation.

"It's a special night tonight, Miss/Mr L/n." One of them began.

"Your father is nearly successful in a huge business deal, which will create a huge escalation in your family's income, isn't it great?" another finished.

"Splendid." You muttered sarcastically to yourself. When they were done with your make up they left you alone to change into your outfit. The party arrived sooner than you would've liked. Soon enough, you were standing in the corner of the ballroom watching the guests socialize and dance to classical music. You took a few sips of the punch in your champagne glass as you observed. Your father waved you over to him after a few minutes of talking to a fancy dressed guy.

"You need to be here when I make the announcement," he explained quickly before finding your mom. When he had found your mother and the two of you stood on each side of him, he gently hit his glass with his spoon to gain the attention of the crowd. The talking got quieter and the music dimmed down. Your father was smiling brightly at the crowd as he spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen. First of all, I'd like to thank you all for attending and wishing to be here to share this exciting moment with me and my family." You fake smiled at the crowd while waving slightly.

“Now, I am more than happy to announce that the deal between me and Mr Lee are official!" He said and the crowd applauded.

After that, you didn't listen. You completely zoned out until the crowd began to return to what they were doing before your father spoke. You were about to head for your usual spot in the corner but decided against it, you didn't want to be here at all. You quickly found your father to tell him that you were going to "take a few minutes of fresh air". He nodded curtly before returning to the conversation that you interrupted him from.

You walked out of the ballroom and closed the grand oak doors behind you. Letting out a deep gust of air, you began to make your way up the stairs to your room. You slowly reached the door of your room, you opened it tiredly and walked inside, closing the door behind you.

You were tempted to take off the fancy attire as soon as the door closed behind you but you knew how your parents would react if they stumbled into your room and saw you in your pyjamas. You were also very tempted to climb out from your window and run away from your house, maybe even find Jaemin downtown. Of course, you were aware of the newly installed camera near your window and the fact that it was nearly impossible to make your way past it without tripping an alarm.

Shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts of him you walked to the opposite side of your room where your small balcony. The balcony was on the wall that was parallel to the wall with the window in your room. It was a fairly small balcony, a maximum of two people could fit. There was no tree or drainpipe to manage the way down to the ground but your parents didn't want to risk you finding another solution.

You softly gripped the bars that were in the way between you and freedom. In frustration, you grabbed them harshly and shook them like you had done so many nights before but they were still as firmly screwed in place as the time they had been placed there. You dragged a hand through your hair and sighed before taking a deep breath. This night was busy, you could still hear a lot of cars roaming the streets. The sound of people talking while walking past your house slipped within your hearing range occasionally, different smells travelled with the wind from the docks. A chilly breeze slipped past you, it smelt like McDonald's, oh how you were craving some french fries rather than the fancy snacks that they were serving to the guests downstairs.

"Well, If I knew we were roleplaying as Romeo and Juliet I would've come sooner," A very recognisable voice said underneath you.

You shrieked in shock and jumped backwards in the process. With a heaving chest and a hand on top of it, trying to calm your heavy breathing and rapidly beating heart, you stepped closer to the edge of the balcony. You immediately recognized the brown, messy hair and the cocky smirk of Na Jaemin. His wrist was resting against one of the iron bars and his head was leaning on his wrist, you looked down and saw him standing on one of the ladders that you had used to climb over the walls of your garden. You gave him a pointed look but couldn't help but to break a smile at the sight of him, he smiled back confidently.

"Jesus Christ, I thought I was about to see God after that scare." You joked.

Jaemin laughed at your joke and when you heard him laugh you quickly realised how much you had actually missed him. You mentally thanked the bars from separating the two of you or you probably would've embarrassed yourself by hugging him. Jaemin gripped the iron bars with his free hand and gave it a firm shake but the bars didn't give in the slightest.

"I came here to ask you why you haven't been attending my latest races but I guess this is my answer." He said sadly.

You had almost forgotten about the bars in his presence, almost. You looked at them sadly and nodded absentmindedly.

"Yeah," You sighed.

You gripped the iron bar tightly, your hand placed directly under his. Familiar silence fell over the two of you, this time it wasn't awkward, it was more of the comfortable and empathetic kind, the one you experience when you have a problem but there's no clear solution so you just kinda sit there and radiate empathy. You felt warmth envelope your hand, you looked up to see Jaemin's hand placed over your's, still gripping the iron bar tightly. He gave you a small smile and you smiled back softly, Jaemin opened his mouth to speak but not a single vocal sound came out as he hesitated.

"I can't believe that I'm actually saying this but I miss you," He said.

You laughed so hard that you threw your head back, Jaemin looked beyond confused at your reaction. You calmed down and your laughter and giggles at his pouting expression.

"We've "hung out" once, Jaemin." You reminded him.

"But I miss you too," You admitted shyly.

Silence enveloped you once again and you ended up in one of those situations that you only see in cheesy romance movies when the couple just stare lovingly at each other. You had never really understood the meaning behind those scenes, oh how many times you had made fun of it and now you were actually trapped in one yourself, like a fool. His deep brown eyes were almost black in the dark of the night but the light from your room maintained the honey brown of his irises. His eyes were alluring, you realised why everyone was so attracted to him.

"Y/n, I need you to come out of your room now! You've been there for half an hour, the guests are requesting your presence!" You heard your father impatiently shout from the other side of your door.

"Coming, father!" You shouted back hurriedly.

You looked at Jaemin helplessly and worriedly. He simply smiled you, "it's okay". When you still hesitated to leave him he stuck his hand through the bars and grabbed your chin softly. He pulled you closer slowly, thumb brushing over your lips affectionately, closer until you could feel his warm breath on your face. Just when your lips were about to touch he guided your face sideways and pressed his surprisingly cotton candy soft lips against your cheek.

"I'll always come back for my Juliet," He whispered lovingly before he disappeared just as your father entered your room to see what you were up to.

"Come on now," He said.

You nodded before following but the only thing you could really think about was Jaemin's soft lips against your skin and the fact that you were even more attracted to him than before.

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koreaboosworld69 · 5 years

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Forever Yours - Chapter 1

Authors Notes:

Hi!! This is my first time publishing something on Tumblr (like my fanfiction) so I'm not really sure how all of it works just now but I'm sure I'll figure it out, so if I get anything wrong tell me.

The fandom for this story is NCT.

The main ship for this story is JohnTen.

A basic summary of this story would be: Ten and Johnny broke 2 years ago but neither of them felt the relationship never quite finished. Given the chance, would they do it all again?

''Will you let me hold you? Will you let me keep you?''

This was the question Ten asked his boyfriend Johnny as they were curled up together in bed enjoying their shared smiles, touches and company.

Today marked the day of their 3rd year anniversary since they started dating and Johnny had decided to surprise Ten on this special night by taking him to all the sights they had went to on their first date.

Everything was the same. The beach they had went to with its golden sand and glittering waves. The bench at the park they sat on together where they watched the sun go down and the sky turn from a soft yellow, to a hot pink, to a dark shade of red. The same bench where Johnny had plucked up enough courage to hold Ten's hand and smile at him 3 years ago, their first true connection in this relationship. The restaurant they had went to at the end of the day, where there were no awkward silences as they had filled every gap with anything and everything they could talk about and where it first clicked for them both 3 years ago that maybe... just maybe they're falling head over heels in love for each other.

Johnny snuggled into Ten's arms.

''Of course I will. I'm forever yours, remember?''

Ten kissed Johnny's forehead.

''I love you, Johnny Seo.''

Johnny stared at his boyfriend.

''I'd go to the end of the world for you, you know that?''

I love you too and I'd never leave you. You're everything to me Ten, everything.''

Tears, ones of happiness, rolled down Ten's cheeks at his boyfriend's words but he wasn't given an opportunity to clean them up as Johnny had latched his lips onto Ten's at that moment. The two shared a passionate, intimate kiss, full of love.'

Ten sighed and looked down with a forlorn expression on his face, if only that promise was true.

'I'm forever yours, remember?'

'Bullshit', Ten thought as he mopped up the coffee shop floor.

It had been 2 years since that promise was broken, since Johnny had broken up with Ten.

At first, Ten was heartbroken and couldn't move, couldn't be bothered to go anywhere. All that consumed his thoughts were 'what ifs'. What if Ten hadn't been so angry when he saw Johnny with another guy that day, what if Ten hadn't ignored Johnny out of anger for finding out that Johnny had mixed his coloured and white clothes that day, what if Ten had cooked a different meal for Johnny at dinner that day.

He flickered through his mind's archive of the 3 year relationship in great detail, analysing every moment the two of them spent together, every interaction, every movement, every touch. Any irregularity in Johnny's behaviour where he didn't seem to smile as much or be as loving to him Ten blamed on himself and blamed it for making the relationship grow apart. It didn't matter whether the reason for Johnny's mood change was him or not, in Ten's mind it contributed to the breakup.

Majority of the time it wasn't Ten that cause Johnny to come home angry, it was work related, especially his boss.

Ten didn't care though, at that point he'd give anything to turn back the clock and make everything better. To always have Johnny smiling and happy. To make sure there was never a day when Johnny was feeling down. To have every day where they both just loved each other to their fullest extent, physically and emotionally, and have the perfect relationship.

Then, they wouldn't have broken up...they'd still be together in each other's arms where they belonged.

At least, that's what Ten wanted to believe.

As time passed on Ten's dream of his fantasy slowly extinguished, like a sparkler burning out in his heart.

Eventually he gave up on his fantasy coming true altogether slowly started to realise that no matter what he did, he couldn't salvage the relationship. That flame of love could be rebirthed no more.

The entire relationship had already gone beyond the breaking point, what Johnny did to him was the final straw.

Ten forced himself not to think of his boyfriend's horrendous actions which ultimately caused to two to fall apart and decided to use that energy into cleaning up the shop.

All those events lead up to the present day.

Ten now worked in a coffee shop at the corner of the road of where he lived. He made enough to get by and managed to make some really good friends over there.

Ten and Johnny's relationship had developed at Ten's home town and the two used to own a flat together. The flat was legally owned and signed in Johnny's name however so when the two decided to split up Johnny took the flat's lease with him and Ten was forced to look for another flat (he didn't want to go back to living with his parents, not right now).

It wasn't as spacious as the one he used to live in but it was big enough, close enough to home and work and he made enough money to keep himself.

Sometimes Ten would drive up to the park or the beach and just sit there. Breathing in and out, just reminiscing about the times he had with Johnny in those places. Those places that held so much memories but it all felt like a lifetime away.

After Ten found out Johnny moved, he contemplated moving too but in the end he couldn't. It was home to him, the place where he'd grown up and he wasn't like Johnny, he couldn't move away from meaningful places so easily. He actually cared for his memories and kept them alive and wouldn't spontaneously leave without saying a word to anyone.

Today Ten was cleaning the shop with the first friend he'd ever made at his workplace, Yuta.

Yuta was very straight-forward, sassy and often liked to cut to the chase yet in times of need he surprisingly gave the best advice.

Yuta had been friends with Ten for a year and a half now, since the very first day Ten worked here. The two had gotten on extremely well together but they knew they'd never go past being friends, there was nothing else there in their relationship.

Yuta had known about the breakup for a few months and now Yuta saw that look on Ten's face, that look where his eyes are looking at you but there's no glimmer in them. They're lifeless, too focused on something else deep inside of him and many lines get etched onto Ten's face as the further he stays into that state the more his face scrunches up with emotions.

This was the look Ten got when he thought about his ex boyfriend.

Yuta sighed internally and looked at his friend, worried. He knew it had been 2 years since Ten's breakup with this boyfriend of his but Yuta didn't even know the name of the man who made Ten feel this way. Who made the whole world disappear for Ten and be the cause for all of his sadness, all his rage...but most of his happiness? Who was this man?

The most he managed to weasel out of Ten was that he was tall, dark skinned and had these milky brown eyes. 'yeah, like that really narrows it down.' Yuta thought.

Ten said that it was because he was irrelevant that he didn't bother telling Yuta his name or anything more about his appearance yet Yuta knew that was false.

He knew that deep down a part of Ten lingered for this boyfriend, wanted to spend a moment more with him, wanted to love him for longer.

Was Yuta going to say anything though?

No, no he wasn't.

Sure he was brash but that didn't mean he didn't know the difference of when and when not to say certain things to people.

''Ten?'' Yuta waded into conversation carefully like as if he was face to face with a giant creature that would bite his face off if he made any wrong moves.

''You alright?''

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' Ten responded back with a smile.

They both knew it was forced.

''Oh good.'' Yuta said.

''It's just that you've been cleaning that same spot for 5 minutes now so...''

''Oh.'' Ten hadn't even noticed, he'd been too busy thinking about... him.

Ten quickly shook his head side to side and tried to empty all thoughts about Johnny and focus back on his job.

He muttered a quick 'sorry thanks' to his friend before returning his attention fully back to cleaning once again.

''Well, I have something that'll take your mind off that boyfriend of yours.'' Yuta smiled, and started walking towards Ten.

''What?!'' Ten yelled.

''I swear I'm not thinking about my ex boyfriend i broke up with two years ago. I thought we already established I hated him. Also honestly it's fine Yuta I don't need your hel-'' Ten started, speaking fast, not taking any breaths between his sentences.

Yuta put a finger on Ten's lips to shush him.

''Save me the drabble, we both know when you have 'the look' on your face you're thinking about him.'' Yuta said.

''Anyways, what I wanted to tell you was that I've set you up on a surprise date on Saturday to that fancy restaurant a couple blocks away. Dress nice and don't be late, mystery is in the air after all." Yuta said with a wink.

''W-Who's the person I'm going with?''

''At least tell me that Yuta, c'mon you're my friend.''

''For meeee.'' Ten said with puppy dog eyes, if it would take any means necessary to coax a name out of his friend, Ten was prepared.

Yuta mimicked the action of zipping up his lips and throwing away the key.

''Nope. You're getting nothing from me.

You'll just have to find out yourself on Saturday.''

With that, Yuta skipped away with a happy smile on his face, proud of his accomplishment whilst Ten looked like he'd received word he was dying.

Which, in a metaphorical sense, he was.

'Oh god a blind date organised by Yuta.' Ten thought.

'This should be fun.'

Authors Notes:

Ooh who's the mystery date~

I hope you all enjoyed reading this and even if you didn't tell me! Criticism really helps me as a beginner writer and hopefully there are a few people out there who liked it ^-^

The next chapter should be coming shortly and I apologise for any grammatical errors and stuff, ya boi decided to post this late at night but hopefully its still good sksks

Thanks for reading!

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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 6 years

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We Move Lightly - Chapter 2

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: an usual swear.

Word count: 2.189

A/N: This chapter is a little longer than the first; just a keep up on a normal Sunday. Maybe we will see things in Ivar’s POV in chapter 3? Who knows? Enjoy <3

Read the first chapter here // next chapter // want to be in the taglist? just let me know! // masterlist

“Am I going mad?” you ask to yourself while looking to your ceiling. “I think I might be going mad.”

“Honey?” your mom knocks three times. “Who are you talking to?”

“To God.”

It was a joke between you two. Your grandma, mom of your mom, the one you used to live with, was known to say that, when someone was talking to themselves, the person was actually talking to God, in a hidden pray.

Neither you nor your mother saw much of a sense in that.

“Can I come in?”

“Always.”

Your mom brought with her her sweetest smile and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. You immediately sat and grabbed one cookie.

“That was something with the Lothbroks, don’t you think?”

Biting your cookie, you answer: “the fight?” Your mom nods her head. “Well, their life is based upon screams, so I don’t know,” you clean your hands on your blanket and your mom complains between laughs. You laugh too.

“Sigurd was mad about their, his mother. They were arguing about that.”

“Oh,” that’s all what you say, all you can manage.

“You don’t really care, right sweetie?” You shrug.

“It’s just not of my business.”

“You’ve always been like that,” your mom touches your hair, smiling. “I saw you and Ivar talking. Was he nice?”

“Yeah, why he wouldn’t be?”

“You seemed a bit scared.”

“He appeared all of a sudden, out of nowhere. I was distracted.”

You and your mom chit chatted a little bit more, about your research paper, about when your father would be back and how good the cookies were.

But with various things to dream of, you dreamed about Ivar’s eyes.

It wasn’t a surprise you woke up with Ice-Cream-Desire. You called like that because your father called like that. And your father called like that because it was a family thing; someone one day would have that strong desire of ice cream, and nothing could stop The Journey. The Journey is when you would go get your ice cream.

Your family was silly, you knew, and that’s what made them the best.

It was Sunday and you could feel the smell of barbecue coming from the Lothbroks’ backyard.

That smell gave you courage to get up from the comfort of your bed and pillows and go to The Journey.

You put on the lightest clothes - it was spring, after all -, warned your mom where you were heading and grabbed your little green backpack, placing it between your shoulder blades.

You were walking, feeling and enjoying the hot air, the sun warming your skin, feeling and seeing the light, even with closed eyes, when someone greets you.

“Hey, neighbor!”

Surprised, you open your eyes to look.

It was one of Ragnar’s sons, but you couldn’t tell which, but it wasn’t Ivar.

He had long and dark blonde hair and a playful eyes and smile. He looked at you as if about to undress you.

“Hey,” you manage, trying to pass the message: fuck off.

But you couldn’t help it: you saw he was carrying lots and lots of boxes. Boxes that were full of Legos.

A bowl full of ice cream; that’s what you needed to continue to watch the Lothbroks playing with those Legos.

They were what?, 20 to 25 years old maybe? Why on Earth would they be playing with that?

All of them had Lego swords and were fighting with them, every and each beat making an explosion of Legos, destroying the swords.

They were laughing, pure joy printed on their faces.

All over their yard you could see a fortress which, of course, was built of Legos.

Then you saw Ivar; you haven’t noticed him, at least not yet. He also had a sword and was crawling among the fortress, destroying it, screaming. It was clear it was part of the play, because one of his brothers started to fight with him, laughing.

All of that was too weird and funny, but you’ve had enough.

Even though of Ivar crawling on the ground, you somehow found that cute.

You took the book you’re currently reading outside, along with a glass of lemonade. Summer vacations were close, and nothing better to get in the mood with The Body, by Stephen King. You laid down on the grass of your backyard, belly down, feet wrapped up in the air. At some point, the sprinklers got to their work, leaving water drops marks on the yellowed pages of your book.

The Lothbroks brothers were still engaged in their Lego play and sometimes, besides the birds singing, you could hear their laugh and screams - those you classified as good ones, because they were screams of joy, or as part of the play, or simply because they needed to be overheard over all that mess of a sound.

You were so concentrated in your plot, Gordon running from that dog, trying as hard as he could to keep his balls in place, that you didn’t notice - after all, how could you? - Hvitserk climbing the wood fence that kept your houses separate. You only knew that that had happened when you heard the sound of someone landing on ground, followed by an “ouch”. With that, you look up.

You see a guy, about your age, a little older, standing in front of you, wearing a devilish grin. You recognized him as the guy early in the day with the boxes full of Legos. An urge to scream filled your body, but only one thing kept it down: the Lego sword in the guy’s hand. That was too ridiculous to be true. You kept a blank stare.

“Yo, neighbor!” the guy greeted you. Yo? Really?, you think, raising your eyebrows. “Second time today, huh?” you frown your brow, clearly annoyed, but he didn’t seemed to notice it, or prefered to ignore it. “Watcha reading there?”

You close your book, making sure the cover wasn’t visible to his eyes. “You wouldn’t like it,” a playful smile starts to grow in his lips. “Look, I’ll probably break a rule right now-”

“A rule?” he furrowed his brow but you ignore it and continue.

“But,” you get up on your feet. “Since you, basically, invaded my ‘land’, I should at least know who you are.”

“Are you asking my name, neighbor?” it was so clear what his expression meant that you were about to lose your patience - as if by the fact that he landed in your yard wasn’t enough.

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes; chin ups, hands covering your face, you sigh and adds under your hands: “Just get out. Please.”

“I need to do something first,” what?

“What?” you uncover your face, staring at him.

“I’m Hvitserk, by the way,” he was going to the end of your yard, just by the corner, where you could see a little bunch of scrambled earth.

“By the way? There’s no ‘by the way’ situation here,” you started to lose it.

If, when you first heard they fighting, screaming, you had imagined that this would happen, you would have already built a tall brick wall, replacing that wood fence.

Hvitserk was now on his knees on the grass, starting to dig the spot.

“What are you doing?!” he ignored you, and when he stood up, with something in his hands, you didn’t even bothered to see what it was - actually, you couldn’t give less of a shit -, because you completely lost it. “Oh my fucking god, get out! Get out of my fucking yard!” You were pushing him to the fence, fisting him everywhere you could. He was already climbing the fence.

“Ow, ow, alright,” he laughed a little. When he was about to get into his side, you grabbed his shin and simply pushed him to his side, to make it faster. “Oh, shit,” you heard him swear and then falling heavily.

You turned your back, supporting yourself against the fence, passing your hands through your face. What the hell was that? You could hear the Lothbroks boys celebrating, but one of them sweared, a tone of impatience and anger. Then you heard one simple knock on the wood plank and you turned your head, even though you couldn’t see who was on the other side, of course.

“I’m sorry about that,” you thought it was Ivar’s voice, but you couldn’t be sure, since you had spoken to him only once and it was very quick.

Making a bun, you took a deep breath and your book - left on the ground -, going back inside, calling for your mom.

With the incident that took place in the last week and what had just happened, somehow you couldn’t no longer ignore that family. In fact, it grew some curiosity inside of you about them, even though Hvitserk got in your nerves.

It’s time to make some questions to your mom.

You find her by the kitchen, making pancakes. You didn’t even needed to ask why, because this is a normal thing. Your mom is a big supporter of the cause “Breakfast Food Anytime During the Day.” “What if I want to eat pancakes during the afternoon? What stops me?” she had said once. “Nothing really stops you, mom,” you told her. After that, your mom often would make pancakes at any time. At that moment, that precious woman was making your favorite: chip chocolate pancakes.

You decided to first tell her what happened before asking about the Lothbroks’ life.

“Hey, mom. I just saw Hvitserk, huh… How can I say that?” you mom looked at you. “He climbed our fence and then digged something… in our yard…”

“Oh yeah, Ubbe asked me for permission! It’s for their Sunday thing, it’s part of their game. Like a treasure, something like that. They like to bond.”

“Couldn’t you, I don’t know, tell me that? Hvitserk scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry, honey, I thought you would be out for the whole day. I didn’t expected you to come home any soon, specially with that sun and sky… I thought you would go visit a museum or other thing like that.”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, staying in silence, watching your mom while she cooked.

“So, mom…” you start again, sitting at the island kitchen.

“I know this voice tone…” she smiles. You laugh.

“What does Ragnar Lothbrok works with?”

“He works in a Maritime companion. Actually, he owns it. It’s a pretty famous one. Importation, exportation… these kind of things.”

“And Aslaug?”

“She takes care of its finances. That’s how they met, actually - Ragnar and Aslaug.”

“But she seems to be always home.”

“After Ivar’s birth she got a home office, to ease things. They are very close.”

“Ivar and Aslaug? Yeah, I can imagine that. Do you know anything about the others?”

“Wow, Y/N, what happened?” Your mom look at you with playful eyes. “Got intrigued by them, huh? They’re all very handsome…”

“Mom.”

“Okay, okay. Ubbe is the oldest. He works with Ragnar and is the most likely to heir the company. And when I say with Ragnar, I mean alongside. In Law talking, Ubbe is a partner; all of his sons work there, but Ubbe got the most important position between them - even won from Ragnar’s first-born. I don’t know much about Hvitserk, but Sigurd studies Music and every two months is in a different band.”

Your mom did a pause to serve you the pancakes; you waited patiently, since you didn’t want to ask about Ivar - it would get obvious.

“And then there’s Ivar. If I recall well, he studies some kind of Engineering. He makes projects to a close friend of Ragnar, as an internship. This Ragnar’s friend does some gigs for the company, I think.”

“You know a lot about them, mom.”

“You just forgot I’m very close to Aslaug,” she winks.

It was already late at night and you were getting prepared to sleep, looking at your window.

The room that took place right in front of yours got its lights on. You didn’t know to whom the room was, but then you see Ivar coming in, crutch in one hand, Lego sword in another. He yawned and scratched his nape with the tip of the Lego sword.

You took a look on their backyard: it was a mess of colourful blocks.

When you looked back to Ivar’s window, he was looking at you, astonished.

Your heart started to race.

Why?, you thought.

Ivar smiled, shyly, and waved a hand at you. That was the sword’s hand and, when you saw that coloured thing waving at you, you burst out laughing, without even thinking twice.

Ivar’s expression was confused, but soon enough he realized the reason you were laughing, and dropped the toy. He looked around him, embarrassed, but looking back at you in the end.

You smiled gently and closed your curtains, slowly.

The last thing you saw was Ivar smiling, looking down.

Yes, your heartbeat was definitely faster.

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sablelab · 5 years

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Covert Operations - Chapter 29

DISCLAIMER: This is a modern AU crossover story with Outlander and La Femme Nikita. LFN and its characters do not belong to me nor do those from Outlander.

SYNOPSIS: Madeline has a new target in the White Room to interrogate and one that refuses to cooperate. Section One’s leader, Operations calls a briefing meeting to outline the Intel de Marillac has disclosed about other members of the Rising Dragons especially a Madame Cheung. Claire Beauchamp’s angst is exacerbated when her superiors outline her role in the new mission.

N.B. This chapter contains a situation of a violent nature.

THANK YOU so much for reading, taking the time to write a comment, liking this fiction and for the reblogs as well. I love reading your comments as they give me clues in how to shape this story. It is very gratifying to know that you are enjoying this tale of life in Section One for our two protagonists ... the good and the bad.

Previous chapters can be found ... https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

CHAPTER 29 (V)

Madeline made her way along the labyrinth of corridors to the White Room, located deep within the bowels of Section One, where interrogations were performed and where her newest target ... the Canadian Ambassador ... awaited her restrained in a steel chair.

An expert at extracting Intel from hostile captives and in evaluating and manipulating Section operatives, Section One’s Second in Command, Level 9 and Chief Strategist could be positively Machiavellian at times. For the first time in days the woman who specialized in psych analysis, profiling, interrogation, and torture techniques smiled, albeit her trademark Mona Lisa smile, because of the adrenaline rushing through her body at the prospect of accomplishing what she had planned for this target.

Having worked her way up in the ranks of Section One over the past twenty years, with cunning, determination and manipulation, Madeline was a conundrum herself. Accused of killing her sister, Sarah, by pushing her down the stairs she, like most operatives was recruited from prison. She had no compunction for the terrorists who found their way to the White Room or for that matter, for any operative who tried to buck the system and would willingly manipulate anyone, including herself, to achieve her ends. Her angelic sweetness, diabolical intelligence, phlegmatic appearance coupled with her strategic patience and iced charm made her a formidable adversary. Because of her beauty and elegance Madeline was perceived to be amenable to manipulation by terrorists because she was a woman, but they soon discovered that under the facade of her persona was a measured, calculating and resolute woman who took no prisoners. Indeed her measures for torturing hostiles verged on cruelty and with utilizing the Torture Twins to motivate targets to speak was a testament to how far she would go to gain what she wanted.

Madeline’s gait was that of a confident leader as she made her way to interrogate her target in the White Room and expel any information that would lead Section One to capturing their main antagonist. The Embassy mission had been successful and Claire Beauchamp had performed well in administering the tranquilizer that had brought on Alain de Marillac’s heart attack. The subterfuge that followed had also gone to plan and she looked forward to reading James Fraser’s debrief, but first she had a pressing appointment.

At long last the pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. Tony Wong had implicated Alain de Marillac and now he would reveal what they needed to know about furthering their quest to find Sun Yee Lok. De Marillac had been a wild card … someone they had not suspected especially given his position of authority in the community and government. To find out that he was a member of the Rising Dragons was certainly unexpected, but Madeline knew she should never underestimate the human person’s propensity for evil. Terrorists came from all walks of life but they had many things in common … all were ruthless, determined and unflinching in obtaining their goals.

Ambassador Alain de Marillac was in a position of power but he’d obviously wanted more. Total power was corrupting and given his position of authority this is what had happened to him. Power had corrupted his moral decency … and being involved in his own daughter’s death showed just how low he would sink to obtain his ends. It … was contemptible. He … was contemptible.

Madeline had thoroughly scrutinized Geillis Duncan’s and Rupert Mackenzie’s debrief about the telephone calls that de Marillac had received at the embassy. They had provided important Intel on a mystery man that had contacted him and now Madeline would find out his connection and where this piece fitted into the bigger picture. She couldn’t wait to meet with Ambassador Alain de Marillac. He was about to pay for the consequences of his actions and would be surprised at what awaited him, for there was no going back to the life he had before coming to Section One … in fact there was no life for him at all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The brilliant glare of a ceiling light focused on the lone piece of furniture illuminating the man strapped in the chair. Alain de Marillac sat shackled in the middle of a white room in a cold, metal chair. His hands and feet were manacled and there was no way that he could see to break from the restraints. He’d tried several times to loosen the binds that tied him to the chair but to no avail. There was no escaping and things looked hopeless for him unless he was able to outsmart the inquisitor he knew would eventually come.

Like many others before him, he wondered where he was. This place was like no other he had ever experienced. He had seen where Tony Wong had interrogated his victims, and he had seen pictures of torture chambers in books … but this room was surreal, eerie and ominously foreboding. Casting his eyes around there was nothing to identify where he might be. There was nothing too that he could associate with, but his imagination was overactive thinking that this room held many secrets … secrets of people in similar situations that he now found himself in.

He was aware that all was not as it should be.

So he waited. Alain de Marillac … Canadian Ambassador to China … triad member … murderer … and terrorist … waited for whom may come through the door and for what they may want.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The sound of creaking hinges echoed in the sterile room as Madeline opened the fortified door and entered the White Room walking smartly until she stood in front of Alain de Marillac. She smiled but the smile didn’t reach her eyes on the contrary it was a foreboding smile that was tinged with a hint of a smirk.

“Hello Monsieur de Marillac … or should I say Ambassador de Marillac?”

He was taken aback by the sound of a woman’s voice and glancing up saw an elegantly dressed lady whose appearance he would soon find was deceptive. His tone was brash and laced with bravado as he replied.

“Whoever the hell you think you are you don't know who you're dealing with.”

Madeline smiled her Mona Lisa smile once more and circled de Marillac sitting in the steel chair. As she slowly circled she observed the reaction of her guest noting the rapid breathing, the telltale throb in his neck vein and the darting of his eyes as he tried to avoid eye contact. He sat up more erect in order to give the impression of control which in fact he had none here in the White Room.

“My people will carve you up and feed you to the dogs. I’m the Ambassador you know. I have rights.”

Still circling the chair Madeline replied. “Yes … Let's talk about your people. They have recently been involved in multiple murders in Hong Kong with a man named Tony Wong.”

“How preposterous! I’m the Canadian Ambassador to China ... not a murderer.”

“We already know about your connection to the Rising Dragons triad. We want to know the whereabouts of your leader.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Sun Yee Lok? The man who is your Boss and Shan Chu? The man who orders the murders of innocents in Hong Kong?”

“Never heard of the guy.”

Madeline gazed at de Marillac with her steely cold eyes, “Do you think there's anything I won't do to get this information from you?”

“You can’t touch me. I have diplomatic immunity you know,” he stated matter-of-factually.

“And … I’m trying to be diplomatic,” Madeline replied with an undermining menace.

As she was speaking the White Room door opened again and a man and a woman entered, each bearing a sinister yellow case. The Torture Twins had entered carrying their briefcases of instruments and potions that would leave the hostile with no other choice than to impart the Intel they were after. The two people stood waiting for their instructions to begin their modus operandi.

Addressing Henry and Elizabeth, Madeline stated, “Shouldn't take long. Let me know when you're through.”

“I intend to make a formal complaint for wrongful detainment. You’ll be hearing from my lawyers. I’m the Ambassador after all.”

Ignoring de Marillac’s retort, Madeline turned to leave while Henry and Elizabeth placed their briefcases on the bench and approached the target in the chair. Nervous laughter emitted from Alain de Marillac but faded as Madeline closed the White Room door with a decisive click, leaving her torture specialists to their tasks.

His scream of agony echoed in the room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sometime later Henry and Elizabeth exited the White Room to find Madeline waiting for them near the viewing window into the White Room. As they passed by her with their tools of trade, they stopped and Madeline asked, “How were the new units?”

“I think you'll be pleased with the results,” Henry replied with a wry look on his face.

“Thank you.”

They both nodded and Madeline acknowledged their tacit answer then she entered the White Room again.

Hearing footsteps approach Alain de Marillac sat more erect in the chair a beaten but proud man who refused to show how defeated he really was. Prominent twin slashes inflamed his cheeks as his face bore witness to the distinctive techniques used by the two people who had just left.

Admiring the torture twins’ handiwork, Madeline asked, “Are we ready to talk now, Monsieur de Marillac?”

Nodding his head Alain asked bravely, “What is this place? Who are you people?”

“Who is the mystery person who called you at the embassy? What is his role with you and the Rising Dragons?”

“I can't tell you what I don't know. You can torture me all day and that won't change.”

“It's a deal.”

“Who died and made you God?” He asked indignantly.

“Perhaps this might convince you Monsieur de Marillac.”

Madeline said nothing more, but just turned and picked up a stack of newspaper clippings which she showed to him. What de Marillac saw made his heart sink. He was staring at his own death obituaries.

Madeline looked at him, satisfied to see real fear in his eyes. “As far as the world is concerned … you’re dead. Now … tell me what I need to know.”

Later that same day...

Operations quickly walked into the Briefing room where Jamie, Claire, Fergus and other operatives sat waiting quietly with stony faces. Madeline too, sat to one side of the briefing table knowing what Intel Operations would disclose. Without any preamble he began the meeting by activating the holographic imager while the operatives listened to all that he had to impart. Those gathered watched as information and a picture emerged on the holograph screen. Pacing back and forth each time he spoke, Dougal Mackenzie relayed the Intel Madeline had coerced from Alain de Marillac about members of the Rising Dragons and in particular that of the oriental woman whose face glared back at those assembled. “This is Madame Cheung, the only woman member of the Rising Dragons hierarchy who was personally chosen by Sun Yee Lok.” Looking at the picture of the woman, Jamie asked, “What is her role within the triad?” “Her main role is to procure women to work in prostitution and her exclusive high-class escort service. Alain de Marillac’s daughter was in her employ. Madame Cheung was planning on expanding her business but with Annalise de Marillac’s death this had set her plans back somewhat. She is now on the lookout for brunette Western women of Annalise’s age and build.” Feeling more than one pair of eyes on her, Claire inquired, “She is our next target then?” Operations’ nod towards her confirmed what Claire was thinking ... she just knew that she would be involved to snare the woman on this mission in some way. Dougal Mackenzie turned to his second in command to continue. “Madeline?” “Alain de Marillac was kind enough to reveal to us the location of his mole, and gave us a description of the mystery man who approached women on their own for this Madame Cheung of the Rising Dragons.” “I have also done a voice analysis of the mystery man who we suspect was Alain de Marillac’s contact from the audio tapes of conversation between them at the embassy.” Birkoff added confidently. “The plan's simple.” Operations stated. “Claire will meet with this man. We’ll then track and follow him to his meeting to discuss Claire. That's where we’ll find Madame Cheung.” “When and where is this meeting to take place between Claire and the informer?” Jamie requested knowing that whatever plans Operation and Madeline had that they would not bode well for his Sassenach. Operations gave no more details to answer Jamie’s question but only stated, “Details are on your panel. You’re on standby so stay close to Section until you leave. That will be all.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ As the field operatives left the room Madeline spoke quietly to Claire before she had time to leave the briefing table. “Could we see you before you leave?” Nodding at her, Claire Beauchamp acknowledged her request wondering what Madeline had to further add to this mission but knowing that the voice of doom was highly likely. She’d read between the lines during the briefing knowing that Madeline obviously had plans for her and this Madame Cheung particularly given her preference for western, brunette women similar to Annalise de Marillac. Covertly noting the exchange between the two women, Jamie realised that his initial inclinations about his superiors’ motives were not too far from the truth. Madeline certainly had more in mind for Claire than what would be outlined on her PDA. He knew exactly just what she would propose to her for this mission given the Intel presented and Claire’s similar appearance to the deceased Annalise de Marillac. He would discuss it with her in privacy later at her apartment away from the prying eyes of Section One.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In Operations’ Perch, the two Section Leaders were grappling with the wisdom of their decision concerning Claire Beauchamp, hoping that she would be able to carry it off and also about Jamie Fraser’s reaction once he found out about it.

“It’s time to put Claire to the test,” Madeline stated but her words had a double meaning which Operations failed to recognise.

In her Machiavellian mind, she was not only testing Claire about her loyalty to Section One and what was to be asked of her, but also to see what she suspected might be true ... that Claire Beauchamp had a relationship with her partner James Fraser that was more than platonic.

Operations, however, was not convinced and said so. “Do you think it's premature?” “No. This mission will surely grab Madame Cheung’s attention. Now it’s just a question of how far she’s willing to go.” “We knew the probabilities going in … just under sixty percent. Is that good enough Madeline?”

“If Madame Cheung is drawn to Claire as I suspect she will be given her resemblance to Annalise de Marillac … then I believe we can be confident in the outcome.”

“And James?”

“James Fraser is Section. He will do whatever is necessary.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Come in Claire,” Dougal stated as Claire Beauchamp arrived at the Perch a little while later. She walked in and stood to attention with her arms folded in front of her. With a blank stare perfected like Jamie’s, and looking at Operations and Madeline, Claire waited for the axe to fall on her.

Without mincing words, Operations told her why she was there. “Claire, we feel that a connection to Madame Cheung can be extremely useful to us.”

“Of course.”

“However ... although the profile's already been set there are some changes.” Continuing Madeline outlined their plan. “We want you to undertake a deep cover on this assignment. It will be vital for the success of the mission. You will immerse yourself in Madame Cheung’s world and learn what you can about her dealings with the Rising Dragons and in particular Sun Yee Lok.” “Are you saying you’d like me to accept any proposal from her? “Yes.” “For how long?” “Indefinitely.” Claire’s heart dropped and her stomach was in knots. “And Jamie? ... Does he know about this?” “Not yet ... You can tell him in due course. Tell him you need to learn more about Madame Cheung and being in close proximity for some time is the best way. He’ll know this is true.” “Is that all?” Claire replied perfecting Jamie’s blank stare and not showing any emotion although her insides were churning up. “Yes.” Claire Beauchamp looked at her Section leaders while Madeline watched her closely too realising that she was internalising the fact that she was now on a deep cover mission. James Fraser had taught her well for Claire gave very little away in her stance and replies to their orders, but the fact they had asked her to go undercover with this woman was more than she could comprehend at the moment. She needed some time to digest what the mission would entail and how she would find the strength and fortitude to endure such a deep cover assignment without Jamie.

With a blank expression on her face Claire turned and left the loft. As she walked out, Madeline looked at Operations again. The Section leaders traded a glance.

They both looked pleased.

In Munitions ...

Murtagh Fitzgibbons was fiddling with a modified cam’s expansion card seemingly lost in the task at hand; however, he looked up smiling when he heard the honeyed sounds of Claire Beauchamp’s voice as she approached his section.

“Hey Murtagh,” she greeted him trying to appear upbeat for her friend upon coming into his area. “Hey Sugar.” She watched as he continued to fiddle with the apparatus he was working on. “I haven't seen you for over a week. Whatcha got there?” “Nothing much … just a cam I’m modifying,” he replied looking at her, “Heading out?” “Yep ... Have you seen Jamie?” “He just left.” “Oooh!” This was nothing new for James Fraser as he often left Section before anyone else. However, Murtagh failed to notice Claire’s disappointment in his reply about Jamie and continued to question her as he worked.

“So how are things? How’s the mission going?”

“So far … so good but we still don’t have Sun Yee Lok.”

“Proving to be a bit elusive is he?” “Yeah … you could say that.” “I see you have to go back to Hong Kong.” “Yeah.” This time Murtagh looked up at Claire finally noticing her reticent sigh. “Hey, why the long face then? You okay?” “I'm fine.” He put down what he was working on and gave her his undivided attention. “You don't seem so fine.” “Murtagh, it's just this place. It just gets to me sometimes, that's all.” “Is it the mission?” “Sort of … It’s another new mission within a mission.” “Well Jamie will be there to keep an eye on you.” “Maybe …” “What do you mean maybe?” “They’ve put me on a deep cover mission.” “What? ... Where?” “At Madame Cheung’s.” “Does Jamie know?” “Not yet.” “Don’t worry Claire; Jamie won’t let anything happen to you. Trust me.” “I know ...” “You know how things are, Sugar. Things don’t just “work out” around here, they happen for a business.” “Yeah ... but, I’m not sure I can go through with it though.” “It’s only a numbers game Claire. They pull the lever, whatever comes out three cherries, that’s the jackpot.” “Murtagh ... it’s just that …” “What?”

Claire let her thoughts materialize ... “I was in bad shape this time last year. I don't want to feel that way again and ... I fit the profile again for this mission. I’m getting a bit sick of it. Tall, leggy brunettes! I wish I was shorter and blonde occasionally.”

“Oh, I see,” Murtagh replied biting his lip in mirth. He looked at Claire and his eyes crinkled with mischievousness, “Hey … come to think of it … Madeline fits THAT bill! She could take your place.” He winked at her with the cheeky, craggy grin that Claire loved, breaking her from her melancholy. “Don’t worry ... You’ll knock ‘em dead Sugar!" Laughing, she answered, “Thanks Murtagh … you always put things into perspective.” “Keep your powder dry. Sure as hell going to miss you Sugar.” “I’ll be back,” Claire replied and began to walk away but paused when Murtagh added in all seriousness. “Talk to Jamie. He’ll figure out something.” “Okay.” “Goodnight Murtagh.” “Goodnight Sugar,” he replied as he watch Claire Beauchamp walk away from his station with much on her mind and hoped in some ways that his words had given her some comfort.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued

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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ DARREN CRISS ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ BLAINE ANDERSON ]. Damn, [ HE ] looks good for [ 18 ], good thing that they’re [ GAY ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ PRETENDER/HOPELESS ROMANTIC ] of the [ SOUTHSIDE/NORTHSIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ BRAVE ] and [ KIND-HEARTED ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ INSECURE ] and [ DISHONEST ]. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble [ M/25+/PST ] will bring.

01. BASICS

Full Name: Blaine Devon Anderson

Nickname: b, bee, bumblee, banderson, b-man, shrimp, hobbit

Sex/Gender: Cismale

Birthday: February 14th

Age: 18

Astrological Sign: Pisces

Occupation: Part-Time music teaching assistant (basically just plays the piano and organizes the sheet music for Riverdale’s choir/band)

Spoken Languages: English, High School Spanish, self-taught conversational Tagalong

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Birthplace: Southside Riverdale

Relationship status: Single

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Dark brown, well gelled down to tame unruly curls.

Eye Color: Hazel

Face Claim: Darren Criss

Height: 5′6

Weight: 152lbs

Tattoos: None

Piercings: A secret serpent tattoo that matches his Dare’s, he got long before transferring to Riverdale high and long before he expected to assimilate into the Northside. It’s always covered.

Unique Attributes: back dimples,

Defining Gestures/Movements: Very expressive face, enthusiastic hands. prone to jumping on tables/furniture when excited.

Posture: Generally very proper and upright as though he’s afraid one slouch might give away the fact that he doesn’t belong.

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: Ignorance and people who are rude or cruel just for the sake of being edgy. Having to go to the Southside for any reason.

Hobbies/Interests: Music, acting, cooking and watching movies.

Special Skills/Abilities: taught by Darius to play various instruments, including violin, guitar, and piano. Singing and dancing, though his moves are often outdated.

Likes: Classic music and movies. Football, singing, cooking, a good cup of coffee, pasta, the scent of rain, autumn, the leaves changing colors, clouds. strawberries (though he hasn’t had one in over a decade due to Dare’s allergy), raspberry/cinnamon/warm vanilla scents. people who are kind especially people who are kind for no reason.

Dislikes: the smell of cigarettes or beer. seeing anyone he knows from the trailer park. his dad. his own hypocrisy.

Insecurities: Never truly fitting into the Northside or winning his mother’s approval. Being irrelevant or mediocre. People knowing he’s from the Southside.

Quirks/Eccentricities: very bad at flirting. get flustered easily.

Strengths: Kind. He’s always kind. Imaginative. Selfless and willing to do anything for a friend. Encouraging.

Weaknesses: Always looking so hard at the good in a person that he misses the knife. Falls in love with strangers 100 times a day. Unsure of who he is. People pleaser.

Speaking Style: Soft-spoken and rarely raised his voice in anger.

Temperament: Up-lifting and encouraging as though he’s afraid to upset anyone for any reason.

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Bruce Anderson [ father ], Pam [ mother ], Darius Anderson [ twin brother ]

How do they feel about their family? Nothing but dislike for his father -- due to his dad’s alcoholism, abuse and homophobia. Admiration and desperation for acknowledgment from his mother since she left him as a child. Mixed feelings for his brother because they used to be so close. When they were younger, Blaine looked up to Darius and felt safe/secure/protected by him, would have done anything for Dare but as they got older Blaine became more insecure being compared to his twin and that grew into mild resentment and guilt.

How does their family feel about them? His father was never a loving man or particularly parental but his anger got much worse after Blaine came out in junior high. He doesn’t have many memories of his mother, so most of how kind and loving she was is something Blaine built up in his head. Darius has always been very protective over Blaine and always the person who was on his side. He was always encouraging, though often stoic, he became the main caregiver in Blaine’s life.

Pets: None.

Where do they live? A very small apartment on the Northside, close enough to walk to work.

Description of their home: Just a step above a studio apartment, Blaine furnished most of his place by visiting yard sales and the second-hand store, trying to pass it off as a hipster/DIY style choice but it’s still a step up from the trailer he used to live in on the Southside.

Description of their bedroom: A platform bed sitting on up-cycled wooden pallets that he painted. A vanity that he repurposed into a desk and decor that he made himself by getting great deals on fabric or odds and ends.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious?

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular?

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts?

Compliments or Insults?

Pajamas or Lingerie?

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: pale yellow and powder blue

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Blaine took a lot of his style inspiration from the 50′s. He likes things to be form-fitting and cheerful. The bolder and brighter, the better.

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Being a music lover, it’s hard for him to pick a single favorite. Generally, anything that speaks to his soul, emotions, and heart tend to make their way into his libraries/playlists.

Favorite Movies: Classic generally but also a sucker for a Nicolas Sparks film or a good romance. Anything as long as it isn’t a horror film.

Favorite Books: Old detective books from the 20′s/30′s.

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Pasta, always pasta. Loves food in general, especially sweets and coffee.

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: The Patriots.

Favorite Time of Day: the moment just as the sun is rising.

Favorite Weather/Season: chilly or rainy Autumn days

Favorite Animal: Dogs

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: not wildly fond of bugs, especially spiders.

Political Views: Liberal

Addictions: Does hair gel count? Maybe coffee. Useless before coffee. Also self-sabotage.

Best School Subject: Music and English. But was good at every subject.

Worst School Subject: Didn’t have any subject he was particularly bad at.

School Clubs/Sports: All of them. Literally belonged to every club he could join.

How does he get money? Works as a teaching assistant which sort of pays the bills. He’s also sent money from his brother every month but promptly returns it every time.

How is he with technology? semi-decent. Not a tech genius but good enough to figure things out.

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: The Christmas that Dare brought home a tree and presents to surprise Blaine.

Deepest, Darkest Secret: He’s not nearly as perfect, innocent or put-together as he pretends to be. Blaine puts on a front of wanting to wait for the perfect partner or holding out for his soulmate but he has gone into the woods under the guise of running the trail but it was really to hook up with strangers.

Dream Vacation: Somewhere in the Italian countryside or anywhere outside of Riverdale to be honest.

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Being born a twin.

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: His mother leaving. In the 8th grade after Blaine came out, some Ghoulies started targeting him, bullying and eventually ganging up on him in the locker room.

What do they want to be when they grow up? Someone and something important.

Perfect Date: Staying up all night talking and effortlessly getting to really know each other deeper.

#gdhqintro #abuse mention tw #homophobia mention tw #abuse tw #bullying tw #homophobia tw #bullying mention tw #violence mention tw #violence tw #about

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[QZGS Fic] 0529

I haven’t cross-posted my works in a while, but figure I’d make an exception here. Happy birthday to Ye Xiu!

AO3

summary: Some of Ye Xiu’s birthdays, throughout the years.

“Surprise!!! Happy birthday!”

Ye Xiu yelps at the sudden blast of noise and confetti in his face. It takes him a few seconds to realize what’s going on, and to see the two figures standing before him, each wearing a little party hat and triumphantly waving something in their hands.

Su Muqiu grins and high-fives his little sister. “You like these? Homemade… whatever they’re called! Confetti-blaster-noise-maker things just for this special occasion. Mucheng was a big help with these so make sure to thank her!”

Ye Xiu rubs his head. “You could give me some warning next time, sheesh…”

“That defeats the point! You should’ve seen your face!”

“It was great,” Su Mucheng giggles, eyes sparkling. Ye Xiu can’t get mad at her like this, so he just sighs and ruffles her hair.

“Anyway, happy 16th! This is a big year, you know why?” Su Muqiu doesn’t wait for an answer. “You’re two-thirds of the way to becoming the king’s avatar!”

“…What?”

“You know! Since there are 24 classes in Glory!” Su Muqiu throws an arm around Ye Xiu’s shoulders and gestures grandly before them. “So when you’re 24, you’ll be the master of all classes! The textbook of Glory! They’ll write novels about you!”

“Please.” Ye Xiu rolls his eyes. “Maybe you need a whole year to master a class, but I can do it much faster.”

“Oh yeah? Wanna go?” Su Muqiu gives him a light shove.

Ye Xiu grins. “You’re on.”

But Su Mucheng breaks in before they can rush off to the computers like they always do. “At least have some cake first! You have to make a wish, it’s your birthday!” She points to the table, where Ye Xiu finally sees the cupcake sitting peacefully, vanilla with orange-colored icing, a single candle stuck straight into the air.

“Oh right, almost forgot!” Su Muqiu slaps a hand to his forehead. “We got you a cupcake too, Mucheng picked it out just for you, so eat up! Enjoy! Make a wish to beat me, because we both know that’s the only way you’d win.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep better at night,” Ye Xiu laughs. They sit down at the small table, and Su Muqiu strikes a match, lights the candle, and pushes the cupcake in front of him.

It’s really a lovely looking cupcake, the icing perfectly swirled atop the cake and dotted with colorful sprinkles. The sort of thing that they’d stare at through a display window, but never shell out the money to buy. But this is a special treat for a special occasion, and it warms Ye Xiu’s heart.

I wish… I wish that we can stay together like this, for a long time to come.

Ye Xiu closes his eyes and blows out the candle.

“I cannot believe,” sighs Wu Xuefeng, “that I’ve known you for this many years now, and I only just found out when your birthday was. And not even from you, but from Little Mucheng! You can tell me these sort of things, you know?”

“Sorry?” Ye Xiu offers a sheepish grin. “It just… never came up?”

Wu Xuefeng shakes his head. “You’re hopeless,” he says, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips nonetheless. “Anyway, now that I actually know, happy birthday! Got you something, not much since it was such short notice…”

“No, this is good.” Ye Xiu takes the profferred gift bag and, after a pause, reaches forward and pulls Wu Xuefeng into a hug. “Thanks, Brother Feng,” he says. “For saving my butt during matches, and covering for me outside of them.”

“That’s what I’m here for, right?” Wu Xuefeng laughs and pats him on the back. “I’ve always got your back, you know that.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better partner,” Ye Xiu smiles. “Ready to create a dynasty?”

“Always.”

Poor young defenseless Ye Xiu is on his way back to his room along the player passageways when suddenly out of the blue he is accosted by a terrifying mafia boss demanding his money or else suffer the consequences-

“What the fuck are you talking about.”

Ye Xiu smiles sweetly at said mafia boss. “Nothing, Old Han. What’s up?”

Han Wenqing gives him a dark look, but instead of saying more, just tosses him something. Ye Xiu fumbles a bit, but doesn’t drop it, which he considers a success. “Huh? What’s this?” he asks.

“I heard it was your birthday soon, Ye Qiu,” says Han Wenqing. “So, happy early birthday.”

“You got me a present?” There’s only the barest hint of incredulity in his voice, but Ye Xiu, behind his careless demeanor, is actually rather shocked. Is this a thing rivals do? Or… since when did Han Wenqing consider him a friend?

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“…No,” says Ye Xiu. “That’s really nice of you, actually, I never thought you were such a softie behind that scary face of yours. Really,” he pretends to wipe away a tear, “it’s a present enough just to have someone like you as my rival.”

Han Wenqing glares.

“But also,” Ye Xiu waves the rather wallet-shaped wrapped gift around, “if this is a wallet, Old Han, I will laugh.”

Han Wenqing glares some more, and Ye Xiu smirks.

“Ye Qiu Ye Qiu Ye Qiu Ye Qiu Ye Qiu Ye Qiu!!!”

The voice echoes down the passageway, compounding the noisiness, and Ye Xiu can already feel the headache forming. Resigned, he turns around. “What do you want?”

Huang Shaotian bounces up to him, Yu Wenzhou following sedately behind. “Hello, Senior,” the latter politely greets him.

“Hello, Captain Yu.”

“Ye Qiu you bastard stop ignoring me!” The mess of blond energy plants himself firmly in front of Ye Xiu’s view.

“Don’t worry, you’ve made that thoroughly impossible, unfortunately. What do you want?”

“So goddamn ungrateful. Here, happy birthday! Take this, it’s from me and Captain. And come on, let’s go PKPKPK everyone knows that’s the best way to celebrate a birthday!”

Yu Wenzhou continues to smile calmly. “Happy birthday, Senior. I wish you the best in the year to come.”

Ye Xiu takes the gift and snorts. “The best birthday gift you could have gotten me was shutting him up, you know?”

“I know, but it was unfortunately impossible. Perhaps he’d quiet down if you played a match with him?”

“Nice try,” laughs Ye Xiu.

“Oi I’m right here you know! Ye Qiu I’m going to drag your ass to the Arena right now right this instant-”

“Oh would you look at the time, I have to go feed my dog. See you guys around, and thanks for the birthday wishes!”

“YE QIU GET BACK HERE-!”

“Ye… Xiu.”

“Hm? Oh hey, Big-Eye, how’s it going? Raising your team well? Your successor get any braver?”

Wang Jiexi nods curtly. “We’re doing well, thanks. I don’t know when I’ll see you next, so I wanted to give you this now.”

“This is…?” The box that Wang Jiexi gives him is cubical, heavier than it appears. Wang Jiexi had been carrying it rather carefully, so Ye Xiu does the same.

“Just a gift. It’s a little fragile, so be careful. Happy early birthday, Senior. I…” Wang Jiexi hesitates, then continues, “You were never gone for long, and I know we still had contact during the period of your retirement. But regardless, it’s good to have you back. I’ve enjoyed seeing the growth of your team and its players… Yours is an unconventional team, but one to look up to.”

“I…” What to say to that? Ye Xiu isn’t the type to get embarrassed, but after something like that? In the end, although it’s nowhere near what he’d like to express, he can only say, “Thanks, Captain Wang.”

“Though I hope you haven’t been working yourself too hard? Building a new team from scratch, and with so many rookies…”

Wang Jiexi would know, probably better than almost anyone, how difficult it can be. Ye Xiu smiles ruefully. “It’s been alright. Maybe… maybe if I’d been able to transfer to an already existing team, I’d be in good enough condition to play for several years longer.

“But… I wouldn’t trade Team Happy for anything. I’m sure you can understand, no?”

“Here!” Sun Xiang thrusts a wrapped box at him out of nowhere. This catches Ye Xiu off guard, to say the least.

“Uh…” Ye Xiu takes it, of course, but handles it rather gingerly. This kid doesn’t hate him enough to give him a bomb or something, right? “Thanks…?”

“Congrats on being a year closer to your death, old man,” grumbles Sun Xiang, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking away. “I won’t go easy on you because you’re old though! I’m still gonna kick your ass onstage!”

Ye Xiu snorts. “In your dreams, Little Xiang.” He absently inspects the…birthday gift?… which is wrapped in a cheery yellow paper patterned with little white sheep. “Did you wrap this? I like the paper, it suits you. Though it’s a neater job than I expected, I’m impressed.”

The trashtalk is automatic and natural, but his brain is elsewhere. Honestly, he’s more impressed that Sun Xiang – Sun Xiang! – is giving him anything at all. Since when did this kid not-hate him enough to make such a gesture? It’s… kind of touching, actually?

“Fuck off,” replies Sun Xiang with an angry scowl, which only makes Ye Xiu’s grin widen.

“Um…” It’s at this moment that Sun Xiang’s companion speaks up, hesitantly extending another wrapped box to Ye Xiu. “Happy birthday… Senior…”

Ye Xiu accepts the present from Zhou Zekai as well, with less trepidation. “Thank you, Little Zhou.”

“Senior is… really… amazing,” says Zhou Zekai, ducking his head, and Ye Xiu’s smile softens at the sight.

“So are you,” he replies, “you’ve both played very well this season, especially with your coordination. I look forward to seeing you onstage.” And he means it, really. It would be Happy’s most difficult battle yet, but a good one no matter what.

“We don’t need your stupid comments!” Sun Xiang humphs, but Ye Xiu sees that the tips of his ears have gone pink. “I already know my One Autumn Leaf is better than yours! Let’s head back, Captain, we gotta train and annilhate this guy once and for all.”

Zhou Zekai opens his mouth, as though about to say something more, but he shakes his head. He offers Ye Xiu a shy smile, and turns to follow his teammate.

Ye Xiu watches the two of them depart, and then he glances at Jiang Botao, who’s casually standing to the side, feigning disinterest in the whole scene.

“So,” says Ye Xiu, walking over, “what did you say to convince them to do that? Are you trying to bribe me to go easy on you guys or something? Your heart’s really as black as a Master Tactician’s…” Because although the two were very different in personality and disposition, neither Zhou Zekai nor Sun Xiang were exactly the types to just…

Jiang Botao only smiles. “They themselves wanted to give you presents, they just needed a push to actually go through with it. Someone on Samsara has to be the socially competent one, after all. Happy birthday, Senior.”

That earns a chuckle from Ye Xiu. “Thanks. Hope we have a good fight.”

“And the same to you.”

“Okay everyone!” Chen Guo claps her hands together to get everyone’s attention. “It’s almost Ye Xiu’s birthday! We need to get him something.”

“Boss Lady, that’s what you called us all here for?” Wei Chen drawls, leaning back on his chair and puffing a cigarette at the corner of the room. “I thought this was some important strategy meeting or something…”

“Shut your mouth, this is important,” says Chen Guo. “He’s done so much for us, literally none of us would be here if not for him, so this is the least we can do. Any ideas?”

Su Mucheng is currently out with Ye Xiu, distracting him so that they could have this secret planning meeting right now. Aside from those two, everyone on Team Happy is here.

“The only thing Captain really cares about is Glory, and winning the championship,” An Wenyi points out. “And we’re all already putting in our full effort on that end.”

“But I’m sure we can still think of something nice to do for him outside of that,” says Tang Rou. “He would still appreciate it.”

“He’s a Gemini!” says Steamed Bun excitedly. “So we can get him a twin-”

“He already has a twin,” Luo Ji deadpans.

“-oh great even better, we can find his twin and-”

“Anyone have any other ideas?” Chen Guo firmly cuts off Steamed Bun before he can continue on his strange paths of thought.

“A mug that says #1 Dad on it,” says Fang Rui. “Appeals to both his ego and his role in this team.” At the looks he gets, he raises his hands defensively. “What? It’s totally accurate. He took in all you rookies and raised you into an actual fighting force. Look into my honest eyes, and see the truth of this statement.”

“Yifan did call him Dad once,” Steamed Bun pipes up. Qiao Yifan flushes, but he can’t deny the truth.

“See, exactly!”

“Get him a fancy ashtray or lighter or something,” suggests Wei Chen.

“We’re not going to encourage his unhealthy habits!”

“A whole pack of instant ramen.”

“Or McDonalds, doesn’t he really like their fries?”

“What kind of gift is that?”

An Wenyi wasn’t entirely wrong when he said that all Ye Xiu cared about was Glory. If they excluded the Glory-related accomplishments that they would strive to achieve anyway, then what else was there? What would Ye Xiu like? Something he could use, something that would mean something to him?

As a result, the ideas steadily become more and more outlandish.

“A body pillow of himself.”

“Buy an ad on the Citibank tower and slap his face on it.”

“Oh oh, Tang Rou can buy out the company that makes Glory and give it to him!”

“We get him a concentrated vial of liquid shamelessness.”

Suddenly, there’s a quiet cough. Normally, such a quiet noise would never catch any attention, but given the source of the cough, the room suddenly goes quiet as though a switch were pulled.

Mo Fan looks alarmed at suddenly having a dozen pairs of eyes upon him. His gaze darts around the room, and the others wonder if he’s just going to swallow his words back down again.

But in the end, the words do come out. Quiet, as per usual, but perfectly understandable. “What about a model Myriad Manifestation Umbrella?”

Such a simple idea. Chen Guo opens her mouth to shoot it down like all the others, but then stops, and thinks.

A simple idea, but a good one. And, unbidden, she remembers flowers on a gravestone, and a quiet voice, and a story. Even if it were just a model, even if it didn’t have practical use… it had significance. He would like it.

“There are some good ones that have been made,” Tang Rou says. “I remember seeing some that even had shapeshifting capabilities.”

“…Okay,” says Chen Guo, nodding slowly. “We can definitely look into that. We have time, we could do this. Make a nice card, too…” Murmurs and nods of agreement from all around the table.

“But also I still think we should throw in the mug,” grins Fang Rui. “He’d love it, I’m telling you.”

Ye Xiu V

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solastia · 6 years

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‘tis the season to be freezin’

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Is that Jung Hoseok drunken caroling outside of my window at 2 am?

Word Count: 3,621

Genre & Warnings: College Au, FLUFF. Hobi being adorable. Gratuitous use of Jane Eyre quotes.

You heard Jung Hoseok before you saw his face.

It was the first day of English Literature 1A, a class you needed for the credits, despite it having nothing to do with your major. Still, you did appreciate the classics, so you didn’t mind too much. You’d arrived a few minutes early in the hopes of getting a decent seat near the front, a hope that was fulfilled when you stepped in and saw only a handful of students. The professor wandered in not much later, and class began right on time. You zoned out a bit since the topic was Jane Eyre, a book you’ve read countless times as well as watched every movie adaption there was. You could recite the story in your sleep.

You were losing the battle to keep your eyes open. Professor Jung was discussing Jane’s relationship with her Aunt and cousins and all the ways it affected her later in life. You were startled back to alertness when the faint sound of high pitched shrieking reached your ears. You sat up to try and focus on the sound as you realized it was getting closer. The professor stopped his lecture and with a deep sigh, gestured towards the closed doors.

“Everyone, meet...”

“GOOD MORNING CLASS!” The double doors were slammed open, and a voice that was both honey smooth and raspy shouted out his greeting as he ran inside.

“...My very late son. Hoseok, take a seat up front here, won’t you? And try not to be late again, it makes me look bad.” Your professor looked like he was fighting off a smile when Hoseok playfully salutes him.

“Yes sir, Professor Jung who I have never seen before in my life. By the way, your wife, who I have also never met before, would like you to grab some milk and dog food on your way home.” Professor Jung snorts and waits for the rest of class to cease their laughing before he goes back to his notes.

You’re further startled when out of the three rows of seats in the front, nine seats in total of which only two are taken, he settles noisily in the place to your right. He sets down his textbook and searches through his tiny hip bag. Finally, with an annoyed sigh, he turns to you.

“Hello! I’m Hoseok. Can I borrow a pen?”

You finally turn and examine the entirety of Jung Hoseok for the first time. The twinkling coffee-colored eyes, sharp jaw, and elegant nose were striking. However, it was the brilliant full smile that caught your eye. Your heart fluttered wildly, the room suddenly felt too warm, and a quote came to mind.

“A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor penciled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.”

Radiance. He was absolutely radiant. You’d offered a shy smile of your own and one of your precious, expensive pens that you never let anyone borrow, basking in his grateful smile like he was the sun personified.

After that first meeting, the two of you had become...well, semi-friends? You conversed easily enough during class when his dad wasn’t paying attention. You’d claim each other for projects and he never once moved his seat. You’d learned a fair amount about him since he always liked to swap stories of how your days were going. You’d discovered he was a music production major with a minor in dance. You learned his sweet tooth could probably rival yours.

Outside of class, however, it was mostly waves and smiles when you passed each other in the halls. He had a pretty intimidating looking group of friends, so you’d never been able to gather the courage to just go up and say hello. Not to mention, after a couple months Hoseok had developed quite the fan club, and women flocked to his group asking him to every event. You’d never actually seen or heard of him dating anyone, but you figured it was only a matter of time.

Even the one time you saw him at a party, you’d grinned and waved, but maintained your distance, hoping he would be the one to come to you. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself or him in front of his friends, thinking you were just another thirsty Hoseok fan. Instead, you’d stayed safely with your small group of friends on the other side of the living room, smiling wistfully as you watched Hoseok screaming and periodically dancing during several rounds of beer pong. You convinced yourself it was just your drunken imagination that it seemed like his eyes followed you around the room.

Every day seemed to find you falling more for Jung Hoseok. You admired his ambition and drive, his sweet personality that hid a surprising savage twist at times. He was hilarious and always kept you smiling and laughing in class. He was as loud as you were quiet, and you actually enjoyed his attempts to bring you out of your shell. One of your favorite hobbies became trying to find something new to frighten him with because he was surprisingly easy to scare. It also gave you a reason to buy him a cup of apology tea. His discussions that he often drew you into with his father during class showed intelligence and an ability to look for the good in the world, despite its vast darkness.

During one class discussion, Professor Jung had asked you all to close your eyes and envision someone special to you, then write down the words that came to mind. You’d rested your hands on the table and shut your eyes. Of course, Hoseok was the first thing you pictured. Suddenly, you’d felt pressure against your right hand. You opened your eyes just enough to peek under your lashes, and there was Hoseok’s hand. Skin to skin with your right hand. Pinky to pinky.

You’d glanced out of the corner of your eye and saw that Hoseok’s eyes were still closed. He probably didn't even realize what he did. You’d released a shaky breath and tried to casually grab your pen, maybe accidentally but not really brushing your whole palm against the back of his hand. You’d thought you might have seemed him jolt a bit, but since he didn’t say anything, you assumed you were safe. Pen to paper finally, you write down the words that came to mind when the vision of Hoseok laughing first appeared in your mind.

“Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.”

You’d sighed and tucked it away before sneaking a peek at Hoseok. He was smiling at you, but it was a smile you’d never seen on him before. One that got your heart fluttering and your knees weak. Soft and gentle. It disappeared in a flash and Hoseok finished writing his own quote while humming what you were pretty sure was the theme song for the Jetsons.

Eventually, the end of your first semester at college came to a close. You’d just finished your final for Lit 1A and began putting your things in your backpack so you could leave.

“Pssst.”

You glance up to see if Professor Jung is paying attention before whispering back. “What?”

“Wait for me? I just have like two questions left.” Hoseok asked quietly.

“Sure.” You responded, confusion evident in your tone. He’d never done that before. Sometimes you’d talk on your way to the door, but that was when everyone left at the same time.

You answered the texts you’d been ignoring during your test while you waited. It only took another five minutes, then with a whispered, “Let’s go,” you both gathered your tests and belongings before bringing them up front.

“I should have known the two of you would be one of the first ones done. I know Y/N probably did exceptionally well, especially since I included a Jane Eyre essay question with her in mind. How do you think you did, Son? I know you’ve actually been studying.” Professor Jung asked with a smile as he accepted our tests.

“Great, especially since I have a loving Father who wants me to succeed in life. Even though he’d rather put customized questions in for hot girls instead of his own son.” Hoseok quipped as you hung behind, hopefully unnoticed, as you choked on your own saliva hearing him refer to you as a hot girl.

Professor Jung laughed quietly and set the tests aside. “Y/N, I know you’re not a Lit major, but think about signing up for 1B with me next month. You and Hoseok both did great and kept the discussions going, so I’d think it’d be excellent to have you both back. Him, I can force. You, I’ll beg.”

“Well, since you begged me, I’ll see what I can do. You’re a great professor anyway, so it’s no hassle.” You laugh, giving a small wave goodbye as Hoseok grabs your elbow to drag you away from his dad.

As the two of you walked out of the classroom, Hoseok cleared his throat and asked, “So what are your plans for Christmas?”

“Oh, nothing really. I usually do holidays solo. My mom travels with her boyfriend. I’ll probably just chill with some cookies and movies. Get some pizza from Gregoria’s Pizzaria. Maybe try to talk them into making it Christmas tree shaped. You?”

“That sucks about your Mom. I’m just doing the usual family stuff. Dinner, presents, sneaking into the rum that was meant for cakes. Although I hate to tell you that Gregoria’s probably isn’t open on Christmas. They are just down the street from me, and I’ve never seen them open.”

“They are right across the street from me, and they are open every holiday except labor day. They’ve even made me four leaf clover shaped pizza for St. Patrick’s day.”

“Dude, I think we are neighbors then! I’m on 6310 Kyrene.”

“Oh my God, you’re the house with the yellow fence that always has that giant snoopy house thing for Christmas?”

“That’s us! I love Snoopy! Where are you at?”

“6302...”

“OH, I know that house. You guys never put any decorations up. My Mom complains every year that you mess up her aesthetics.”

“Ok, do you see me? I can’t put up all kinds of decorations by myself. Occasionally I’ll buy a small Christmas tree because I like the smell, but that’s if I’m feeling crazy.”

“Wow. I bet we’ve been to all the same places, all the same schools, and yet we are just now meeting. It’s like this cosmic fate thing where the universe decided we couldn’t meet until we reached a certain age, despite being so close to each other.”

“You sound like Namjoon now.”

“You know Namjoon?”

“Not really know. He’s in my philosophy class. He’s very into class participation.”

“Sounds like him. Listen, I’ll feel bad knowing that I’m that close feasting while you’re literally down the street eating pizza by yourself...probably in the dark...singing sad songs.”

“You have quite the scene plotted out there, don’t ya buddy?”

“Yes...it’s so sad. Do you have a cat? That would make it extra dramatic. Wait, I’m getting sidetracked. Oh yeah, I was going to say you should let me bring you some food. We live off the leftovers for like a week after Christmas so we won’t miss it. And bonus: if I tell my Mom it’s for my poor, sad friend living alone with only a cat for comfort, she’ll probably give you a whole pie.”

“I don’t have a cat.”

“Even better. You’ll get two pies.”

You chuckle softly, basking in the attention, as Hoseok holds the building doors open for you and the two of you walk outside into the chilly winter air. Hoseok must have seen you shiver because he took off his zip-up hoodie and placed it on you before you realized what was happening. You glance up at him with wide, confused eyes as he adjusts the overlarge jacket around you and places the hoodie on your head.

“It’s a bit big, but you look cuter in it than I do. You usually take the bus home right? Wanna ride?” He asks, and it takes you a second to respond as you’re still standing there confused by him and overwhelmed by being engulfed in the citrusy scent of Hoseok.

“I...err...yeah. I mean, no thank you. I actually have some errands to run, but I appreciate it. I’ll...see you around?”

“Yup. I’ll have to come by to get my hoodie, right?” He winks and saunters towards the parking lot, singing a butchered version of several holiday songs in one.

You didn’t know what to make of him. It certainly seemed like he’d been...flirting? With you? You shook your head at yourself, knowing that you shouldn’t think about it too deeply. He was just nice. That’s who he was. But it didn’t stop you from burying your face in his hoodie the whole bus ride to the shopping center, breathing in his scent happily.

You glance at your alarm. 2 am.

Someone was singing very loudly outside of your window at 2 am on Christmas day. Someone was about to be killed at 2 am on Christmas day, you decided, finally forcing yourself to sit up. It was cold, and you hissed when your feet touched the freezing floor. You searched around with your toes for your slippers, shoving your feet in quickly when you find them. You shuffled towards your window and peered out into the darkness.

It was actually snowing again, a thick blanket of it covering everyone's yards. You’re momentarily distracted by the beauty of the slight storm before a loud screech of “’tis the season to be freezin’” reminds you of your task. You search your front yard for the source and find it in a red snowsuit covered person building a snowman in your yard. You lift up your window and peek outside, shivering from the bitter cold.

“Excuse me, my dude. That’s cool and all, but can you keep it down?” You yell out, and the person turns to face you.

“Y/N! You’re up! I know you couldn’t do decorations, so I made you a snowman! Wanna build a snowman with me?” A very obviously drunk Hoseok slurs out, dancing around his large lumps of snow that looked more like a snow Jabba the hut than a snowman.

“Hoseok? What on earth...hold on. I’m coming down.” You slam your window shut, mumbling about idiotic men as you gather a jacket for yourself and stomp outside.

Hoseok’s smile is almost blinding when he sees you, and his nose and cheeks are red from the cold. He runs up to you and envelops you in a hug, sighing when his chilled face touches your warm cheek. He pulls back and grins at your startled expression.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” He screeches, excitedly gesturing towards his “snowman.”

“Merry Christmas. I see you’ve been celebrating already.” You giggle, thinking drunk Hoseok has to be one of the cutest things in existence.

“Yeah. My sister got home today, and we snuck an entire bottle of rum. Then I kept thinking about how you didn't have any decorations and probably no rum either...and it made me sad. So! I’m making you a snowman, and then I’m kidnapping you to come drink with me and let my mom feed you a pie. Isn’t that the best idea ever?!” Drunk Hoseok seems to be on a permanent loud setting, and you grin at his excitement, letting him grab your hand and pull you in the direction of his house. You guess he wouldn’t take no for an answer in this state, and since you were worried about him getting sick if he stayed out much longer, you give no resistance.

Once you reach the porch of his overly decorated house, he pushes the front door open before turning back to you and picking you up bridal style.

“Hoseok, what are you doing?!” You squeak as he adjusts you in his arms with a slight wobble.

“You’ve never been here before, so I have to bless the threshold.” He explains matter-of-factly as he walks you both into the entryway and kicks the door shut with his foot.

“That’s for brides, and you’re drunk. You’re going to drop me and crack my skull open all over your mother’s floor on Christmas.” You complain, and he chuckles and sets you down safely, albeit unsteadily, once he reaches the living room.

He takes off his snowsuit, revealing a simple outfit of jeans and a Christmas sweater that had a rapper Santa on it. He helps you with your jacket after and grins when your snowflake pajamas were revealed.

“So cute! You look like Elsa!”

“Shut up.” You chuckle and take his outstretched hand and let him lead you to the kitchen, where he poured the two of you some rum from the already half empty bottle.

He walked you back to the living room, and the two of you settled into the couch. You admired the large and extravagantly decorated tree as you sipped your drink, allowing the rum to warm you back up. You marveled out how quiet Hoseok had gotten and peeked at him to see if he’d fallen asleep. He most certainly was not.

He was staring at you, chewing his bottom lip like he was nervous. The expression on his face made you warmer than the alcohol did.

“There was another reason I wanted to bring you here.” He muttered quietly before getting up and picking up an envelope. It had your name on it in bright yellow glitter glue on the front. He hands it too you shyly then resumes his seat next to you, watching as you carefully tear it open.

Inside was a handmade card on notebook paper, the front of it a mess of glitter and Christmas themed doodles. Trees, snowmen, stockings, even a cat with a Santa hat. You grinned and opened it up, finding a written message on the inside.

“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still. I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”

These were two Jane Eyre quotes meshed together. Two of the most romantic Jane Eyre quotes meshed together. Your heart thumped wildly, and you stare at Hoseok in question.

“I, um, well. I remembered how much you liked when we did Jane Eyre in class. Do you remember when my Dad had us do that one exercise, where we had to close our eyes and envision someone then write down a quote? Well...I...saw you. Then I wrote down that first quote. I added the second one a few days ago when I got the courage to make it into a card.” Hoseok rushed his explanation, a blush taking over his cheeks that you didn’t think came from the booze.

“Hoseok...you...what does this mean?” Your voice was shaking, hope and uncertainty shining through your eyes.

“Do you maybe want to...date me?” He smiles gently, taking your free hand and tugging you closer.

“God yes!” You blurt out, before covering your face in embarrassment.

Hoseok shrieks excitedly and pulls your hand away, placing a couple of sloppy kisses all over your cheek.

“She said yes! It’s a Christmas miracle!” He yells, and you giggle at his cuteness.

“You realize as my girlfriend, you kinda have to stay for Christmas, right? You should probably plan on being here next year too. And certainly the one after that. Maybe all of them.” Hoseok tucks you into his side and laces your hand in his, stroking the back of it as he smiles happily down at you.

“I will. Merry Christmas, Hoseok.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

Many years later you find that card again, buried in a box full of Christmas decorations you’d pulled out to start decorating your home. You read it fondly, the words still having the power to warm your heart. You have an idea and grab one of your precious, expensive pens to write a message beneath Hoseok’s, and you punch a hole in the card, looping a ribbon through it to hang on your tree. Once done, you smile happily at the sight before heading outside to the two shrieking males, one dancing around in his huge red snowsuit, the other toddling after his father as they built a snowman.

“Reader, I married him.”

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roncosby7 · 3 years

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February 25th, 2021

I write blogs on Tumblr. You may or may not know this, but it is a thing I do and I receive very much deserved respect from it. I have friends because of this, high statuses because of this, lovers because of this. So many gifts have been gifted to me because of these blogs. Gifts that I cherish and embrace everyday, just as the gifts to do to me. Every morning I wake up and a new light has entered my eyes. The planet can now spin. Birds can now fly. Society can now start functioning as a whole for Grady Henderson has risen and he writes Tumblr blogs. I got 2 hours of sleep, but I feel great about this. Because I spent all night up writing another masterful blog that will be seen by all of my millions of followers on this morning. All of them will read it and be amazed by the satisfying structure, the poetic wording, the genius sense of philosophy and human perception. They will learn so much about life, others, themselves and philosophically dance with their own minds as their pupils dilate and tears fall down their faces. This happens every morning, and all of my followers do it at the same time. Every single one. They collectively exhale a breath of warm air as they experience pure euphoria and I feel it flow past me. This peaceful gust of wind that passes through me when I open my bedroom window and watch the day begin. I don’t need break feast, for my stomach is full of ideas. I do drink coffee, though. Because I am a writer. I exit my house and watch the sunlight reflect off of my black clothes, simply because it is too nervous to let me be absorbed by it. The wind stands still, the grass turns away, all animals stop what they’re doing to honor me. I have caused pure natural peace, because I write Tumblr blogs. The sun reflects off of me so much that I am now I a walking oval of light. I walk down the street this way. My light shines through neighborhoods and people recognize me. They say “Good morning Grady! Today’s blog was dazzlingly profound!” and I respond by nodding my head and taking a sip of coffee, visibly insecure. With a secret. I’m hiding something. Behind all of this light and these black clothes, there is a hidden diamond that will never be shown to anyone. With that thought in mind, I levitate to school and feel the ground vibrate beneath me. I watch 2 deer bound toward the horizon as I commence forth. “That will be us one day”, I profoundly whisper to myself

People exit their homes and congratulate me for saying something as profound as “That will be us one day”. How will the human brain ever be able to comprehend all the intricate meanings in the phrase “That will be us one day”? What a fucking genius. The light fades away as I step down from my levitation, for I have just arrived at school. All of the students greet me with thunderous applause. Each member of the school staff walks up to me and shakes my hand individually, sharing their thoughts and feelings about my latest blog and how it affected them as people. A kid runs up to me in tears and gives me a large hug, telling me that I saved his life. Then a group of well respected young women push him out of the way to consult and comfort me for being a life saver. I am not attracted to these well respected woman for what they look like for I am not a monster, I am attracted to them for the people that they are, which are people I respect. (they are beautiful, though). I all of a sudden have a bunch of brilliant thoughts rush through my head, as I always do, and I blurt out amongst the crowd. “What if we all wore yellow sunglasses?” and everyone in the school simultaneously gasps and grasps for air for they have just been hit with the intelligence of gods! This man’s understanding of the human race is unmeasurable! Multiple upon multiple tears are shed and everyone starts chanting my name, in tears. It sounds pathetic yet beautiful. Everyone ought to get to class so they all pick me up and carry me their triumphantly. I humbly reject their gratification in a sophisticated way.

When I get to class I say “All this for merely existing?” and everyone laughs loudly while also understanding the sheer amount of thought that went into that phrase. Everyone understands me. They understand who I am and what all of my intentions are, and they respect me because of it. They don’t disrespect me or resent me for being different, instead they PRAISE me for it. They PRAISE me as if I have just slayed a demon in the center of a massive Colosseum. Except the demon is uniformity!

Because I write Tumblr blogs

Yes. I am a human being that types things on to Tumblr and posts them for the world to see. This is something I do. And therefore I sit in Spanish class and do nothing. For the school system understands that Grady Henderson will not grow up to be in a position where he must talk to people that can’t speak the same language as him! Grady Henderson won’t have time for this, he’ll have stories to write! And so I sit in the back of the classroom and work on my next project of writing and gaze at the turned heads of all the normal students in front of me. Every now and then the students will turn around to look at me, just to be reminded of how brilliant and sophisticated humans can be. Just so they can put a bit more light into their dark, uneventful lives. Heh. what a bunch of Garfields. If I said that out loud 3 people in this classroom would likely have a brain seizure. I do not say it out loud, though, because I think I’ve caused enough completely worth it catastrophes in this school this morning. The multitude of tears that built up after “What if we all wore yellow sunglasses?” has made the school hallway slipperier than something that is extremely slippery. Students are slipping and falling and sliding all over the place. One struggles to walk more than 2 steps without nearly collapsing, simply because of the extremely large amount of tears that were shed. Look at all of these teenagers. Falling and wailing around in the effects of their own emotions. I write that down in my notepad, which I keep in my pocket because I’m a writer

As I’m walking to my next class, I don’t slip at all, for I am a perfect human being and this is true. I hear a feminine voice yelling my name behind me. I turn my head and see one of the well respected women from earlier sliding towards me at a very fast speed. I could’ve easily let her run into the wall, but I do not, for I respect this woman. for who she is, not because of what she looks like. (although she is beautiful). I catch her. She desperately stares into my eyes and asks “Grady Henderson! Grady Henderson! Did you stay up until 5 AM last night?” I answer honestly “Yes, I believe I did” she says “God. That is so fucking cool. Nobody else in the universe stays up that late, I can tell you that for sure! How do you manage to be this special of a human being?” I say “I’m actually very insecure about the lazy and ignorant decisions I make and therefore am deeply disappointed in myself most of the time” she says “God. That’s so fucking cool. The fact that you’re able to admit that about yourself? I honestly don’t think you should feel that way, but what do I know? Jesus, you’re amazing. Hey, you’re going out with friends tonight to throw cheese at people’s cars to metaphorically spit in the face of uniformity, correct?” I nod. she says “Well I was wondering if maybe I could tag along. At some point. With you.” I tell her I’ll think about it and then compare this situation to a Garfield strip. She faints from the overwhelming brilliance and lands in my arms. She wakes up shortly after and realizes the situation. “Oh! I must’ve been too amazed by your interpretation of Garfield! Anyway, I have to get to class. Oh shit, I can’t believe I don’t have this in the first place but what’s your Snap?” I tell her “I don’t use social media. I don’t have an undying need for attention like every student in this building”. She faints again and this time I don’t catch her, because I have to get to class. I’m really sorry about this and I hope she can forgive me.

As the day moves on, all students get called to the gym for an assembly. As I’m walking down there in the circle that the slipping crowd has formed for me, a kid accidentally bumps into me before being tackled, beaten into a pulp, getting the words “You deserve this” carved on his stomach with a knife, becoming drenched in gasoline, and being burned alive. It takes every student about 40 minutes to get to the gym because of all the chaotic slipping and falling that’s happening due to the tears but when everyone gets there, the principal walks to the center of the gym seemingly very anxious. What will he say? Something about the small drug cartel that has formed in this school? No. Fuck that. You must’ve forgotten about the fact that I write Tumblr blogs. The principal yells “Fuck it! Fuck you guys! School’s out for the rest of the day! Grady Henderson writes blogs on Tumblr!”

Everyone starts wildly cheering and screaming. Fireworks are lit in this high school gym. They rented a band. A band starts playing intense and celebrational rock music. Confetti is fucking everywhere, people are slipping all over the god damn place, and as soon as a chant of my name begins I head out. Because I don’t need attention. I don’t need to be loved, it’s just an accessory. I need to levitate home and write another Tumblr blog. I do this. I get home and greet the silence. I make more coffee and light candles. I look deep into the crevices of my soul to find the most mind bogglingly genius themes and ideas. I gather these ideas and express them through my fingers. Every time I type a letter into this laptop, a dog gets cured of cancer. People are rallying outside my house to not only thank me for the day off school but thank me for existing. Also to beg for another blog. I humbly reject all of this praise and close my blinds. Sometimes I have to turn on the sprinklers to get then to fuck off. I did that during winter once and this man stayed. In fact, he froze. Jesus. the lengths people will go to praise me. It gets fucking annoying. Don’t they understand that by constantly informing me of their obsession with my writing, they’re interrupting my writing? Holy fuck, these people. The entirety of this day consists of me writing while intermittently meditating or taking a sip of coffee. My thoughts evaporate from my brain and into the atmosphere, forming into an eagle made of pure light and energy. It flies around my house, leaving trails of light behind it. Of course it lands after a while but never truly stops. For the eagle will always fly, and so will I. God, I’m such a fucking genius. The eagle just fell into the ocean, what the fuck? The eagle was supposed to fly forever, why did that happen. Well shit. Now I don’t have a reason to write, which is good because now it is nighttime. And at nighttime, Grady Henderson must explore the natural ground of his town to discover things about everything. Tonight, he will do it with other people. He will throw cheese in the face of uniformity, something that he does a lot. He will not watch people dance, that’s fucking cringe. Fuck you. What do you know about me? You’re gonna think that I’m gonna go to a school dance and experience THAT when I can experience ACTUAL fun? You must be insane. I will not abide by the expectations given to me by my culture. I will throw cheese on people’s cars. They will see the cheese on their cars and faint, knowing that they have been defeated. Defeated by the long arm of Grady Henderson, who writes Tumblr blogs. Did you know that? Did you know that I write Tumblr blogs? You didn’t. You didn’t and now you do and you have nothing but respect to give me for it. Many people respect me for thi-

I suddenly get a phone call. It’s a voice that sounds all to familiar that sternly says “Grady, I think you’re stalling to prevent something.” What the fuck does this person know about me? Holy shit. How disrespectful that I get these phone calls from people. People that assume things, Mother of Christ. I am the equivalent of the Mother of Christ, for I birth a savior while remaining innocent. This savior of course being Tumblr blogs. Yes, these Tumblr blogs have saved many people. These blogs have made people realize that they should not kill other people and themselves, that everyone must be alive. These blogs keep people alive. These blogs are the savior of all humanity-

I get a phone call again, it is the same voice. “Grady, just get in the car. You can’t prevent it, just let it happen.” I say Fuck you to this person and hang up. Who does this person think they are? calling me and telling me things that aren’t true? I could sue this person for lying.

I get in my friend’s car.

A light immediately shines in the boring lives of everyone in this car. A smile is put on everyone’s faces for Grady Henderson is here and he writes Tumblr blogs. We laugh and tell personal stories. We laugh until the interior of the car nearly implodes. We laugh until we cannot breathe, mostly because of my stories though, because my stories are fucking hilarious. And the second I bring up Garfield, laughter shoots up like rockets amongst the stars. We throw cheese. We throw so much cheese. It slaps on buildings, it slaps on sidewalks, it slaps onto cars, it slaps onto people. There is so much solidified dairy sporadically spewed amongst this town that you can almost call it littering. You take one little look at any area of this town and you can point out nearly 100 pieces of cheese. People will wake up the next morning and not know what the fuck is going on. We revolutionized cheese warfare against uniformity! Correct! There is cheese fucking all over the place! If God’s sperm was yellow and he decided to cum all over his creation (like a narcissist) I guarantee it would look like this. Look at God’s yellow cum plastered all over this fucking place. It’s beautiful. Our town combined with this sperm is concepting a godlike being of creation and pride, and his name is Grady Henderson.

I get another phone call and chuck my phone out the window

Look at this field. This field is a metaphor for all the people that will one day plant fields. They’re all the same, they’re all bland. Me, on the other hand, I am not! I am colorful! I am unique! For I am a writer and I write Tumblr blogs and this is why I’m here, isn’t it? Because I write Tumblr blogs? Yes. This is true. This is rightfully and justifiably true. I wonder why we’re in between fields. I notice we’re driving down a pitch black country road.

“We are are driving down this road right now”, says Friend A. the only Identity this man has is Friends A. “We don’t have to”, says Jonas. You guessed it, he’s kind of a cunt, but he sells us cocaine. “What the fuck are you talking about?”, says Friends A. “We don’t have to go forward. We could go back and throw cheese forever. enough to make earth shine like the sun.”, I gotta say, I’m kinda leaning towards Jonas, here. But- “What the fuck would be the point of that? Think about all the other times that we’ve done that. Where do we end up? We end up right here, don’t we? We end up right here driving down this dark road. It wasn’t different the second time and it wasn’t different the time after and the time after and the time after, it’s not gonna be different this time.”, says Friend A. I’m starting to see this guy’s point of view but I really don’t want to. Friend B(2) chimes in “What the fuck are you guys talking about?” “Shut the fuck up!” says Jonas. “Fuck you! You only exist as a replacement for someone we thought we could save but can’t and never will be able to!” “See what I mean?”, says Friend A “You know what I’m saying is true, you just don’t wanna see the despair of her forehead agai-” “Alright.” Jonas says “I think we should let Grady Henderson decide what we should do” “That’s fair”, agrees Friend A “He writes Tumblr blogs and therefore we should always listen to him”

They stop. They’re waiting for me to respond. My mind is blank. For once in the history of the universe, there is nothing going on in the brain of Grady Henderson. They want me to say something, but I don’t think I will. Instead I just look out the window all all these stalks of corn. I watch each and every one of them pass by. I realize they’re not the same. They form sort of an inconsistent wave. Over and over and over is just corn stalks rise and falling and rising and falling. There’s no progression, they never learn anything. Every single one of those cornstalks is a led in their own story and every single one of them is repetitive and boring. I watch this for minutes They really want me to respond, I really want to think of a response but I simply cannot. I am too fixated on the cornstalks. All of a sudden, I do want to say something. I receive a surge of energy, I want to yell at the top of my lungs but I don’t because I’m respectful. Instead I just say “Let’s sleep on it” and we pass another car the second after I say that. Friend A slams on his brakes and says “That’s them!”. Jonas starts saying the word no over and over again. This doesn’t matter, because the reason we stopped is because we noticed the car that passed us. That car is full of well respected females. We must get out of our car and interact with these respected females because we are teenage males. It’s what we do! We have to do it! We simply have to! There is nothing in existence stopping us from talking to these well respected women. This is not for their physical attraction, though. It might be for my good friends but for me, of course, it is because of the people that they are. (Although you know they are extremely, dazzlingly, extraordinarily, astonishingly breathtakingly beautiful)

We get out of our car, they get out of theirs. They all say hi in various ways, dependent on how confident all of them are. They start talking to us. Not flirting with us. Talking with us. Jonas, for some reason, turns his back and nearly falls to the floor to vomit. The well respected women are all not phased by this because they’re all focused on me and how much of a genius I am. Expect for one. Yes. I notice one well respected women does not care about my genius at all, because she doesn’t seem to care at all after I tell her I’m working on my next blog. She tells me “You next blog? What is that? Why should I care?” Everyone looks at her, shocked. As do I. This doesn’t make sense. How can a human not know what my blog is? Why must a human ask if they should care about what my blog is? What the fuck is happening? I then notice that this is the same well respected woman that spoke to me today. The same woman that I let fall on the floor head first. This must be why she has a giant bruise on her forehead! This also must be why she is suffering terrible memory loss because she has obviously forgotten about my blog!

“Have you not heard of my blog?” I ask “We were talking about it earlier today.” She says “I’m gonna be honest with you, I’ve never seen you before in my life”. Oh my god. I can’t let nature get away with this. I can’t let her get away with this! I need this to be stopped! Everyone needs to love me! I can’t live without everyone PRAISING me! She needs to love me! I need to refresh her memory, that’s what I need to do. I need to make her realize how much of a genius I am, to maker her remember. This is what I do. I ask her “You wanna go for a ride?” (this is creepy, why are you so creepy. You’re not creepy! You’re a genius! You write Tumblr blogs for fuck sake!) She accepts because she has to and I lead her to my car. Some of the other well respected women emotionlessly ask me where I’m going. I tell them I’m going to space. As I step on the gas, I hear Jonas collapse on the floor, for I believe he was using this car as a way to hold himself up. I step on the breaks after Friend A screams my name. He tells me “Please end up happy this time. Please.”

His eyes are red. I wink at him and drive out into the unknown.

I’m driving like a bullet straight into the darkness, with a well respected women in the passenger seat beside me. She asks me what we’re doing or where we’re going about 7 times but the only response I have is “We’re going to space”. I start to think that maybe she’s not the villain, I am. But I’m not, because I’m a genius. Jesus CHRIST! What is happening to me? I’m seemingly forgetting how intelligent I am! Well, I’m gonna remind myself. And I’m gonna remind her. We drive further and further into the abyss that is the Nebraskan country roads. Deeper and deeper into this dark tunnel. I don’t exactly know where I’m going, except I do! I’m going right here right now! I stop the car. For a moment I experience pure inner and atmospheric peace. When I look over at the well respected women and my heart sinks. I stare at all of her beauty. Her imperfect hair rests upon her head like a feather resting upon the land, flowing and waving naturally through the wind. Below it are 2 eyes that when looked at could bring a feeling of peace that could end any war. And it’s pretty fucking hard to focus on that with that giant bruise on her head. She lays on top of the car with me. I play every song on my main playlist. Our hearts move to the music, our hands interlock. Our eyes are completely engulfed by the universe above us. This is what I show her. I show her my symphonies, my perspective, my passion, my views, my craft, I show her everything. Therefore I unveil this mask she has been wearing all her life and introduce her to a sunrise. I show her her purpose. the one reason she was put on this earth, and that is to honor Grady Henderson. I show her the beginning, the middle, and the end. Not only of the playlist, not only of this moment, but of the universe. All of existence is defined by this moment and she understands every bit of that. She looks at me, eyes and all, and asks “What’s your Tumblr username?”

She understands. She respects. She remembers. As we drive home, the streetlights of this town become more visible. Forget that beautiful, wretched land. We are here. I look at her and barely recognize the bruise. She looks at me and barely recognizes the person she saw step out of that car. I drop her off at her house. She thanks me, and says she looks forward to reading my blogs. She has no idea what she’s getting into. I have brought light and meaning into yet another soul today. I go home and finish writing tomorrow’s blog

I write about how fucking pathetic I am. I write about how arrogant and narcissistic and disrespectful I am. I write paragraphs and paragraphs about how much I feel like Jon Arbuckle every day. I write about how alone I feel. I write about how unsatisfied I feel. I write about my repulsive face and my repulsive legs. I write about how the only reason I wanted her to like was because I’m an attention seeking piece of shit that only saw value in her because of her physical appearance. I write about how creepy I am for being so descriptive about her. I write about the friends that I hurt and abandoned and how I don’t even know if they made it home or not. Because I don’t care about anyone else, I only care about Grady Henderson. I write about this lazy, pathetic, repulsive person named Grady Henderson. I post it at 5 AM and go to sleep.

I wake up 2 hours later. I look out my window and watch another Friday morning begin. I once again feel the gust of wind of all my followers expressing their emotions about my latest blog through exhalation. I feel disgusted. And yet, I still rise above nature’s ground and levitate to school. Because I have to.

My name is Grady Henderson, and I write Tumblr blogs. I don’t receive any respect because of this and rightfully so.

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Sweetheart // (Rob Benedict x Reader)

A/N: Hey, my lovely and gorgeous readers! ❤️

Okay, so I've been on a bit of a Thomas Rhett music kick lately and I was listening to a bunch of his songs when I came across one called "Sweetheart". And, for some reason, our adorable Rob Benedict came to my mind. 💕

So yeah, I really like the song and hope you enjoy this piece of writing that it inspired! 😁

NOTE: In the little universe of this one-shot, it's Rob who's the one that wrote this song. 😁 You know, even though in our actual universe it's Thomas Rhett that wrote it. 🙂

Now...

SONG: "Sweetheart" by Thomas Rhett

Like seriously, listen to this song while thinking about Rob and just... Gah! 😍😍😍

Also, this one-shot ended up being somewhere around 4,000 words and I’m not even sorry! 😂

Anyway...

Enjoy! 😘

Supernatural Master-List of FanFiction

"Thank you, Seattle!" Rob exclaimed into the microphone from where he stood on stage at SPN SeaCon with the rest of his bandmates. They had just finished singing 'Eskimo' and had the crowd pretty much pumped up like all the other times they played.

"It's always great to play for you guys, but we're gonna slow things down for this last song." Rob informed the crowd as he picked up his guitar while he and the rest of the Louden Swain guys got ready to play the next song.

"I don't mean to sound biased, but it's one that I think I would probably consider my favorite." Rob continued, smiling slightly. "It's one that I wrote for a very special someone around a year ago on our fifth wedding anniversary. I wish she was here right now so I could sing it to her directly, but she's back in LA with our two daughters. However, I have a feeling she's watching the livestream of this SNS concert. So, Y/N... this is for you."

Rob strummed his guitar as he began to play the song, letting his mind be consumed with all the memories that came along with it.

(A/N: These "memories" are not really in order. Some of them are, but some of them aren't. Whatever, you get it... Probably.)

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Rob could never forget the first time he had met Y/N.

🎶Sweetheart🎶

"Okay, everyone, we can get started just as one more person gets here." Mike Rohl, the director for the episode they were about to start shooting (4x18 ~ The Monster At the End of This Book) said as he and everyone else sat around a large table for the read-through.

"Where is Y/N?" Misha whispered to Jared, nodding and indicating to an empty chair that stood between him and a new actor they had for the episode. His name was Rob Benedict and he was going to be playing a character by the name of Chuck Shurley.

"She said she might be running late this morning." Jared whispered back. "She has to pick up her dog from the vet. It stayed overnight from a surgery it had yesterday."

"Sorry I'm late, everyone!" Y/N exclaimed as she rushed into the room, making everyone look her way to see her with sunglasses on and a coffee in her hand and her script in the other as she walked over to where her designated place-card was in between Misha and a man she hadn't met before. "Traffic was hell."

"It's alright, Y/N/N. Glad you could finally join us." Jensen said, an amused smile on his face as she watched her sit down between Misha and Rob. "Y/N, I don't believe you've met Rob. Rob, Y/N. Y/N, Rob."

Y/N just rolled her eyes at Jensen's teasing before directing her attention to the curly-haired man that sat beside her, giving him a smile as she removed her sunglasses and set them beside her cup of coffee. "Y/N Y/L/N, otherwise known as Edith Singer."

Rob smiled back at her, shaking her outstretched hand as he ignored the sudden jolt of electricity that seemed to go through his body at the contact. "Rob Benedict."

🎶God could've never made two🎶

Y/N grinned at him, her (E/C) eyes shining brightly as she looked into his dazzling blue orbs while ignoring the knowing looks Jensen was giving Jared.

🎶Nobody quite like you🎶

*****

Rob would never forget the first time he and Y/N woke up together after their third date.

🎶Woke up this morning, to your sleepy smile🎶

Rob stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open before gazing around the unfamiliar room to see clothes scattered carelessly around on the floor.

It suddenly 'clicked' as a sleepy smile spread across his face at the memory of the previous night before he turned his head to look at the woman lying next to him, her eyes barely open as she looked at him with an adorable sleepy smile.

"Morning." She mumbled softly as she scooted closer to him, cuddling into his side as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

Rob grinned, wrapping his arms around her.

"Morning." He said softly as he placed a kiss on the top of her head, content with just wasting the rest of the morning away with her in his arms.

*****

Rob would definitely never forget when Y/N agreed to spending the rest of her life with him.

🎶I realized I haven't told you in a while🎶

"Where are you taking me?" Y/N giggled as Rob led her along a pier. They had just gotten done filming the Supernatural season five finale (5x22 ~ Swan Song) before Rob had basically dragged Y/N off set and drove her to the pier they were currently walking on.

"To the end of the pier to enjoy the sunset." Rob chuckled as they stopped at the end of the pier to stare out at the ocean, the sun just beginning to set on the horizon. He let go of Y/N's hand before walking around behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders as they stared at the sunset and its beautiful mix of colors of yellow, orange, pink and purple.

"See how the colors seem to mix with each other." Rob stated, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke softly to Y/N. "Almost as if they were meant to be together."

"Mm." Y/N hummed in agreement, gently nodding her head once as she felt Rob's hands disappear from her shoulders.

"That's why I brought us out here." His voice came from behind her, making her turn around and cover her mouth in shock as she saw Rob down on one knee.

🎶That you're my life, you're my dream🎶

"Y/N Y/L/N, this past year with you has no doubt been the best year of my life." Rob told her, sincerity lacing his tone. "You have shown me what it means to live your life like there's no tomorrow."

"However, I would like for us to spend together the rest of the tomorrows we're able to get." He continued before snapping open the small black velvet box he held in his hand to reveal the vintage diamond engagement ring he had been holding in his possession for the past few months. "Will you marry me?"

🎶You're the reason for every song I sing🎶

Y/N sniffled, nodding her head as a few happy tears escaped the corners of her eyes. "Yes. Definitely, yes."

That adorable smile spread across Rob's face as he slipped the engagement ring onto the ring finger of her outstretched left hand before he stood back up and cradled her face in his hands and kissed her like there really would be no tomorrow.

*****

(A/N: A bit of angst in this next memory!)

Rob would most definitely never forget one of the scariest times in his and Y/N's marriage.

It was after Rob had had his stroke. Y/N was four months pregnant with their second daughter, but had flown all the way to Toronto after Rich had called her and filled her in on everything that had happened.

🎶You're my rock, your my world🎶

"You know it's gonna be okay, right?" Y/N spoke, her voice soft and calming as she gently caressed Rob's hand with the tips of her fingers as he laid in the hospital bed. She gave a Rob reassuring smile. "The doctors said that it may take awhile for you to regain your speech, but that you're definitely gonna be on you're way to a full recovery."

Rob gave her a look as if silently saying "You can't know that for sure."

"Don't give me that look, Mr. Benedict." Y/N told him, grasping his hand in both of hers. "I might not be a doctor, but I am your wife. And I know that you're capable of doing things you think you're not capable of."

🎶Your my always and forever girl🎶

Rob sighed in frustration, leaning his back on the pillow as he wished he could respond with actual words. Y/N had always been so strong even in the toughest situations. And here she was, comforting him when she herself was having to deal with leaving their first daughter back in LA with her grandparents before then flying out to Toronto while being pregnant with their second daughter. She shouldn't be having to put so much stress on herself.

🎶Sweetheart🎶

"Stop thinking too much." Y/N chided him when she saw the far off look on Rob's face, bringing him back to reality. "You're gonna be fine. And before you know it, we're gonna be getting to hold this little munchkin in our arms."

🎶God could've never made two🎶

Rob tried to smile as best he could as Y/N stood from her chair beside the hospital bed before placing his hand against her small baby bump, their daughter giving a strong kick against where Rob now had his hand.

🎶Nobody quite like you🎶

*****

Rob tried not to think too much of that. It was a scary time in their marriage when they weren't really sure what was going to happen with Rob's health. Luckily he made a full recovery and spoke again just a couple weeks before Y/N went into labor and gave birth to their gorgeous second daughter.

Anyway, there were even more memories of his relationship with Y/N that Rob loved to think about. Like how playful she would sometimes got with him on set. You know, when their relationship was still relatively new.

Like the time they were in the middle of filming the Supernatural season five premiere (5x01 ~ Sympathy for the Devil).

🎶Woah, sweetheart

One kiss and I come unglued🎶

"Mmph." Rob made a noise as Y/N pushed him against the side of her trailer, away from prying eyes as she crashed her lips against his.

"Babe." He whispered against her lips. "They're looking for us. We need to get to hair and makeup."

🎶You are the reason, I fall to pieces🎶

"Mm-hm." She hummed against his lips before pulling away slightly and giving him the most devious smirk she could manage. "Isn't this so much more fun, though?"

Rob couldn't help but sigh helplessly as Y/N lips attached to the side of his neck, sucking in a dark purple mark that would definitely be difficult for the makeup artists to coverup.

🎶'Cause you're all that I adore🎶

"You know...." Rob spoke slowly before flipping the two of them around to where he had Y/N pressed up against the side of her trailer, his hands on either side of her head. "If you keep this up, we're gonna have to hide ourselves better so no one will find us as I do everything you're making me want to do to you."

Y/N couldn't help but grin at him, a twinkle in her eyes as Rob leaned in to press their lips together again.

*****

Oh! One of Rob's most favorite memories was the day he and Y/N stood in front of all their friends and family as the two of them vowed to to love each other for the rest of their lives.

🎶You're the one my heart beats for🎶

"Do you, Rob, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?" The minister asked as beside the couple.

Rob smiled, not taking his eyes off Y/N as he slid the wedding band onto her finger.

"I do."

"And Y/N..." The minister continued. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

Y/N smiled widely, a few happy tears escaping corners of her eyes. She locked her gaze with Rob as she slipped the wedding band on his finger.

"I do."

The minister smiled. "Then, by the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Rob grinned, pulling Y/N closer and wrapping one of his arms around her waist and cupping the side her face with his free hand before leaning in and kissing her with so much passion and love. He tried to pour all the emotions he was feeling in that moment into that kiss.

Y/N responded in kind, sliding her hands to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss.

But as all dramatic, emotion-filled and romantic kisses go, the need for air will become necessary.

🎶And I can't believe you gave your sweet heart to me🎶

When they pulled apart, they leaned their foreheads together.

"I love you, Mrs. Benedict." Bruce whispered to where only Y/N could hear him.

She grinned at him. "I love you, too, Mr. Benedict."

*****

Then there were the times that Rob liked to think about that just involved the two of them, at home and at ease.

🎶Yeah, you're sweet like chocolate🎶

"How much flour was I supposed to put in?" Rob quirked an eyebrow as he looked up from the bowl of ingredients that sat atop the kitchen island of his and Y/N home.

"Two cups." Y/N responded, poking her head into the kitchen from where was in the living room. "Why?"

"Well..." Rob trailed off, his gaze drifting from Y/N to the full bag of flour that was now in the bowl. "The whole bag might've just... slipped?"

"Seriously?" She giggled, coming into the kitchen to inspect the mess Rob had made. "What happened?"

"I was... distracted." He answered, not meeting her gaze as a slight blush spread across his cheeks.

"What distra–" Y/N began to ask, but cut herself off when she remembered Rob could see into the living room from the kitchen. "Robert Patrick Benedict, were you staring at my ass while I cleaned the coffee table?"

"No!" He immediately exclaimed, eyes wide.

Y/N grinned cheekily at him as she bent over the kitchen island, giving him the perfect view of her cleavage. "Am I really that distracting, Robbie?"

Rob gulped, biting his lip as he thought of a way to respond.

🎶Hot like sriracha🎶

"Screw it." He muttered before leaning over, taking ahold of her chin and pressing his lips against hers. "Bedroom, now. Baking can wait."

*****

There was also this one other time Rob couldn't help but think about sometimes.

The time he had come to the Supernatural set to watch Y/N film her death scene. The last scene she would ever shoot as Edith Singer, the daughter of the already dead Bobby Singer.

🎶Yeah, girl you got me right in your back pocket🎶

"Edith, don't do this." Jensen (or Dean) said as he cradled her in his arms, Jared (or Sam) kneeling on the other side of them. It was just the three of them in this scene. No one else. "Please, don't do this to us. We can't lose you, too."

"You boys have... saved me... countless times." Y/N (or Edith) said tearfully, gasping for air. "I'm glad it... was me that... finally got... to save you... It's time for me... to see my Dad again."

That was the last thing Y/N (or Edith) said before the life faded from her eyes, her body going limp.

🎶You're smooth like whiskey, fine like wine🎶

And just a short time later, Rob stood behind Y/N, his arms wrapped around her waist as they stood behind the camera crew as they watched Jared (Sam) and Jensen (Dean) shoot the scene of them burning Y/N's (Edith's) body.

"That was a pretty powerful scene you did awhile ago." Rob whispered in her ear. "You sad it's over?"

🎶I love how you're making my blood sugar rise🎶

"Of course I am." She whispered back. "But, you know, I've got other things to make me happy now as well."

Rob lips curved into a small smile as his hands drifted to Y/N's very slight baby bump, his hands moving to the place where his and Y/N's first child was growing.

🎶Sweetheart🎶

*****

Another memory Rob loved to think about was when he and Y/N were on their honeymoon.

🎶God could've never made two🎶

"You know, I know we're here for our honeymoon, but I wouldn't mind coming back again some other time as well." Y/N stated as she and Rob walked hand-in-hand along the beach's shoreline. "Oh, look!"

🎶Nobody quite like you🎶

Rob smiled in amusement as Y/N let go of his hand and walked quickly ahead of him a few steps, bending down to pick up a hermit crab.

"Look at him, he's adorable!" Y/N grinned as she let the small creature crawl across the palms of her hands.

"S'pose he's not too bad." Rob commented, walking up to his new wife as she held the hermit crab. "Should we name him?"

"Let's name him Richard Speight III." Y/N gasped excitedly, Rob throwing his head back in laughter at her suggestion.

🎶Woah, sweetheart

One kiss and I come unglued🎶

"I'm not sure how Rich would feel about that." Rob chuckled.

"Do you really care?" She quirked an eyebrow, smirking up at her new husband.

🎶You are the reason, I fall to pieces🎶

"Not a damn bit." He said, capturing her lips with his before pulling away and looking down at the hermit crab Y/N held in between them. "Let's take a picture and send it to Rich."

Y/N grinned at him.

"You read my mind."

*****

Another memory Rob would never forget was one that could only compete with two other of his memories.

The day his and Y/N's first daughter was born.

🎶'Cause you're all that I adore🎶

"Hello, beautiful." Y/N whispered, gently caressing her and Rob's infant daughter's cheek with her thumb.

"Welcome to the world, Sophia Elizabeth Benedict." Rob spoke softly as he sat on the side of the bed, peering over Y/N's shoulder as they stared down at the tiny human they had created. "How much do you think Sebastian is going to love that her initials spell out 'Seb'?"

🎶You're the one my heart beats for🎶

"Like that man needs another boost to his ego." Y/N rolled her eyes before just giggling softly.

🎶And I can't believe you gave your sweet heart to me🎶

Rob chuckled, kissing her on the temple before just resting his chin on the top of her head. "I love you so damn much."

*****

Even the memories of the times Rob would find himself alone at home when Y/N was away filming were memories he didn't mind thinking about.

'Cause even when she wasn't there with him, she always somehow found a way to make him smile.

🎶When the world gets cold

On those sleepless nights🎶

"Saw these and thought you'd like them. See you when I get back home this weekend." Was scrawled across a small piece of paper in Y/N's handwriting.

Rob smiled as he looked from the note to an open box of a brand new pair of jet black Converse sneakers that sat on top of his and Y/N king-sized bed.

🎶Oh, girl you should know that you will always be mine🎶

"How'd I get so lucky?" Rob found himself asking to no one in particular as he stood alone in their empty master bedroom.

*****

One memory that made Rob smile was when he and Y/N had been up in Vancouver for the filming of season five episode nine (5x09 ~ The Real Ghostbusters). Y/N's character (Edith) wasn't in the episode, but Y/N had decided to come up to Vancouver with Rob anyway and watch him film.

🎶Sweetheart🎶

“Wow, really?” Rob (or Chuck) asked Jared (or Sam) as they stood there with Emily (or Becky).

“No..” He said. “‘Cause we have guns, and we’ll find you.”

🎶God could've never made two🎶

“Right, okay.” Rob (or Chuck) nodded quickly, making Y/N giggle quietly from where she stood behind Brad, one of the camera men.

🎶Nobody quite like you🎶

“And cut!” The director called out, letting everyone break character. “Everyone, take ten and then we’ll head back inside for the bar scene.”

🎶Woah, sweetheart

One kiss and I come unglued🎶

“Getting bored?” Rob enquired, walking over to where Y/N was as Emily and Jared were whisked away for their hair touch-ups.

“I never get bored watching you film.” Y/N grinned, wrapping her arms around Rob’s neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned up slightly to give him a peck on the lips. “It’s one of my favorite things.”

🎶You are the reason, I fall to pieces🎶

“Oh, is that so?” He quirked an eyebrow at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Mm..” She hummed in response, nodding before just laying her head against his chest as they stood there in each other’s arms until Rob was called away for more filming.

*****

And of course, the only other memory that could stand right alongside the memory of Rob and Y/N’s wedding, and the memory of the day their first daughter was born, was the memory of the day their second daughter was born.

🎶'Cause you're all that I adore🎶

“Hello, little one.” Rob whispered as he stared down at his and Y/N’s baby daughter as she was nestled safely in Y/N’s arms. “Beautiful, just like her Mommy and big sis.”

🎶You're the one my heart beats for🎶

“Little Emmalyn Saige Benedict.” Y/N smiled widely, letting her daughter’s tiny fingers wrap around one of hers.

🎶And I can't believe you gave your sweet heart to me🎶

“I can’t wait for Sophia to meet her.” Rob said quietly, not taking his eyes off his new daughter.

Y/N smiled slightly, leaning further into Rob’s side.

“Me, too.”

*****

It was really quite simple when Rob thought about it. It didn’t have to be examined too closely.

🎶Ooh yeah, you gave your sweet heart to me🎶

Y/N was his everything. She was the one who gave him the life he had only dreamed of before he met her. She had been there with him through his worst times just like he had been there with her through hers.

She was his happiness. She was the one who gave him two beautiful daughters that just added on to that. He would forever be grateful.

🎶Ooh yeah, you gave your sweet heart to me, oh🎶

And nothing would ever or could ever change his mind about that.

<><><><><><><><><>

The crowd screamed and applauded as the band played the last notes of the song, Rob’s voice fading away with the last lyric.

“I love you, Y/N, and I’ll see you and the girls when I get home.” Rob spoke into the microphone, staring at where he saw the camera filming the livestream. “Goodnight, Seattle!”

Rob gave one last wave to the crowd before he and the band began making their way off stage, Rob’s mind filled with thoughts of Y/N.

The woman who was back in LA staring at her computer screen, smiling like an idiot as she leaned back against the headboard of her and Rob’s bed, both of their daughters fast asleep on either side of her.

“Love you, too, Robbie.”

A/N: Okay, so that didn’t exactly turn out how I had originally planned, but I still had fun writing it. And I hope you enjoyed reading it even more! 😁

Anyway, I’ve started work on a (Gabriel x Trickster!Reader) one-shot. I’m not sure when I’ll get that up, but hopefully it won’t be too long. 🙂

Until next time! 😘

💋 Love always,

~Maddy

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