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Hello, happy late new year <3 I don't know if you still accepting requests but I wanted to ask if you could please write something about Charles proposing during the winter break with the help of his brother or something like that and just really fluff, and thank you ❤️
Doing It Properly - Charles Leclerc
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Charles and y/n have been dating for a little over a year, having met and started dating y/n in the last winter break. Now usually, Charles isn't one to make such major moves so quickly.
But the idea of spending his life with someone else is a hard thought to swallow. But what really cemented his decision to propose was when he was discussing with Lorenzo and his brother asked him how it would feel to think about y/n ending up spending her life with someone else.
"Do you think she will like the ring?" Charles asks looking at Arthur who was actually the reason he met y/n. She is Arthur's girlfriend's best friend and when Charles met her, he was very confident about being able to pursue her and he was right in having that confidence because it took one date for them to feel like they were perfect together.
"A ruby and gold halo ring with a personal engraving on the inside of the band. Y/f/n said that's the ring she's always talked about." Arthur nods making Charles smile. "I've set up the living room, everything is ready. Are you sure you want to...cook for her?"
"Y/n likes my cooking." Charles argues making Arthur hum. "Did mum send food just incase?"
"You know she did. She wants y/n to say yes, not choke on uncooked pasta before you actually ask her." Arthur smirks making Charles no and let out a quick little breath and shakes off the nerves.
"Do you know what time they're going to be back?" Charles asks since y/n and y/f/n have been on a girls trip as part of a trip that started on January 1st, part of some sort of self-care retreat. Planned by y/f/n as part of the whole plan to give Charles and Arthur time to set everything up and arrange everything to be perfect.
"Do you still think it's smart to propose then drag her on your training boot camp trip." Arthur asks making Charles grin at him.
"Y/n knows that training is part of my life and she asked to come with me." Charles states earning a nod from the younger man.
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"Alright, baby boo. I'll see you later." Y/f/n calls out as she sits in Arthur's car with him.
The two leaving before y/n can invite them up as she usually does since the young woman loves nothing more than being social.
Y/n blows them both a kiss before she picks up her bags and heads to the apartment. She bought a few things ready for skiing and also ready to somewhat slyly suggest she might be better just staying in the resort on his more physically challenging days of training.
She walks through the door, ready to give Charles a full haul of everything she bought. As she always does and he patiently listens and watches her talk and ramble about all sorts.
"Baby! You have to se-what-What is all this about?" Y/n chokes out as she walks into the living room looking for him and comes into sight of what appears to be hundreds of red roses and in front of them is her boyfriend. "Charles?"
"Mon amor. Come closer." Charles smiles trying to reassure her as she places her bags down and moves forward to stand in front of him. "I love you and I have known since I met you that I want to spend my life with you. But the real reason I am here like this, is because Lorenzo asked how I felt when I thought about you ever going on to spend your life with someone else."
Y/n is definitely frozen just waiting with shiny eyes.
"Will you do me the greatest honour of accepting this ring and becoming my fiancé then some day soon my wife?" Charles asks getting down on one knee and presenting the ring which she swallows thickly before trying to find the words with her mouth dried out in shock.
"I love you so much...yes. Yes. Definitely yes." Y/n nods allowing Charles to take her hand and place the ring on her finger as he stands up and kisses her softly. "How did you know I wanted this ring?"
"I have my ways..." Charles grins while she rolls her eyes. "Y/f/n."
"Of course." Y/n laughs then sighing as Charles closes the space between them and kisses her. "This was perfect too...I think red might be our colour you know."
"I think so too. Red car, red roses, red ring." Charles smiles as he kisses her again, hugging her tightly. "I hope it is ok I wanted to keep this moment private for us. Everything else always feels so...displayed to the rest of the world."
"It was amazing. Just the best day of my life."
"The best day so far. We still have to get married." Charles laughs before he quickly pecks her lips and she quickly realises that he didn't plan for what to follow up the initial proposal.
"What's the plan?" Y/n asks making Charles smile suddenly as he seems to recalls what had planned.
"Food! I am making us food." Charles grins and suddenly y/n's smile turns slightly more grimaced. "You like my food?"
"I do...I mean I really do but I can help right?"
"Well I-Yes, I suppose you can."
Y/n smiles then moving with him as he takes her hand, kissing the knuckle of her ring finger.
Ultimately the meal is edible and really y/n is too busy paying attention to her fiancé and watching him because she's living a dream. She's got a man that she loves and she's got a man who loves her.
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"Children of the Crystal" Fic Notes: Season One
I’m breaking up the fic notes for Children of the Crystal into two “seasons” because there’s so much to cover. “Season one” ends with Halls That Make a Home, but I couldn’t post it until now because there were spoilers in these notes. I recommend not reading this until you've finished fic 10 (IDJtBS).
Season two will have all the rest of the fics as well as stuff like my usual discussion of the original outline. This post has the notes up through fic 7.
General Notes:
⦁ Before this idea came to me in… March? Maybe? I had never actually considered what would have happened if Light Hope’s plan… worked. Like, never occurred to me for a second, hey, what if Light Hope actually did bring Adora through and succeeded in raising She-ra? So I explored that. And of course, instantly, it was obvious Catra is going to be part of this too and then it became oh I… can give them a good childhood? They can be happy? Obviously, as explored in the fics, this childhood wasn’t sunshine and roses and still left them with issues, but it was better than growing up in the Horde, while also managing to preserve a lot of the character traits growing up in the Horde gave them due to a combination of Light Hope’s pressuring replacing Shadow Weaver’s manipulation (like, not great for the mental health, but she’s still way nicer and a better authority figure) and growing up a little feral to replace the whack conditioning of the Horde.
Beckoning to Break the Seal [one shot]
⦁ I had to make a lot of calls early on about what Light Hope would “risk” telling Adora about her origins and such. I’ve never fully decided if she intended to lie to Adora about her origins (in canon), though I’ve generally leaned towards her genuinely not knowing Adora wouldn’t remember (mostly because not knowing such a simple fact about the species she created to serve really illustrates how she was just a weapon to them as well). In this AU, though, Light Hope is very aware of this fact either way because it became apparent as she raised Adora. I decided Adora would know the truth, because 1) Light Hope probably wouldn’t think about it upsetting her, 2) Light Hope might not know she didn’t already know it and thus wouldn’t even consider lying about it, 3) Light Hope was raising her, so she could mold her into someone who would believe her origins were for the best (which is what ended up happening), and 4) Adora having always known what she is and her supposed place in the universe really worked for me. It isn’t just: you’re She-ra and you don’t get a choice. It’s: you’re She-ra, you’re a First One, the last one ever, who can never quite fit in with the rest of the world so you must prove yourself by filling the role of the only thing people want from a First One, She-Ra.
⦁ The rations they eat are the same kind of ones from Darla, with their apparently miraculous preservation technology. They’re not as good as regular food, but miles above Horde rations. However, since all they have experienced are these rations and regular food, their reaction is still “aw shitty rations” because they don’t have that perspective and just know these are worse than what they’ve had at festivals.
⦁ It’s called a “meal replicator” not in the Star Trek kind of way but because you put in ingredients and it “replicates” cooking a full meal with them. Like dumping in pasta, water, and sauce and a plate of spaghetti coming out. Only it’s very bare bones, there’s not a ton of seasonings included (notice: I did not list even salt), and it’s selection is very limited. It’s better than, say, MREs, but it’s not great. Think microwave dinners.
⦁ Honestly, I misremembered Glimmer tugging on the sword and not being able to move it without Adora pulling it free first and trying to run for it (she didn’t, Glimmer teleported in, grabbed it, and teleported out with it) but I’m going to stand by the defense mechanism and just say magic was the only thing that could have gotten around it.
⦁ I’m pretty sure retractable staffs… aren’t. It just seems like something that sounds logically possible but is actually very flimsy in practice. Regardless, the show has them, so the fic does too. They could have all kinds of alloys on Etheria, who knows.
Wild, Weird
Chapter 1:
⦁ The “Adora’s birthday is exactly two months before she arrived in their time” line was my first groundwork to FINALLY get my time portal headcanon into one of my fics. A lot of things are different due to the set-up for this AU, but I also got to finally showcase some of my headcanons that never  make sense for an OotW fic.
⦁ When the little girls says their clothes “shimmer weird,” she’s referring to how the light catches on the synthetic fibers (think spandex) versus the natural ones she’s used to (think linen). Their clothes aren’t shimmer fabrics or something, they’re just a different composition. Also, white is called expensive here just because keeping something white is such a pain. Not to mention bleaching something out damages the fibers. It might be cheaper to produce than many dyes, but it can be more expensive to maintain.
⦁ Caprellia comes via Clare, via the SPOP marketing team, and means “she-goat.”
⦁ “… a weird training dummy draped in clothes” Adora sweetie… That’s a mannequin… My little child soldier baby. Even when I fix things I leave them broken.
⦁ I really enjoyed doing little things with young!Adora’s narration like “thinky-frowny face” but also I couldn’t stop myself from using words like elasticity so it only went so far.
⦁ The “machines” are things like a peddle-operated sewing machine (they’ve been around since the 1800s at the very least, I think earlier), looms for weaving, etc.
⦁ Basically all the adults in the village have a kind of silent agreement to keep an eye on the forest children when they do show up. When one of them learns something important, they often pass it on to those they know, who pass it on to the people they know, etc. By the end of week two it’s common knowledge that Catra and Adora’s minder is disabled, which clears a lot of things up for the villagers, because they were seriously worried they had made her up and were just running feral in the woods. The general information the villagers have is: Catra’s parents were killed by the Horde and Adora + her guardian took Catra in. Their guardian educates them and trains them how to “survive” in the woods (the villagers interpretation of what the girls have said about their training to be soldiers), but never leaves their home herself (now explained by her being disabled in some manner that makes that impossible/impractical). They know they don’t have money and they’re self-sufficient in the basics but lack a lot of luxuries, but also weirdly have some others, like clothes that are made from fancy materials, even if the clothes are fairly simple. There’s no consensus amongst the villagers on who their guardian is. Some people think it’s the weird old lady who is rumored to live in the woods (often only appearing to children, the lost, or the hungry), but that doesn’t make sense with her being disabled. The villagers worry about the young girls running around on their own, but they never go anywhere without a weapon and do seem to have been taught effective self-defense. They should be more worried about their social skills, honestly.
⦁ IRL, ALL fashion is produced by hand, even mass produced fashion. Machines that can produce finished garments just don’t exist and would be near impossible to create. This is the future with space travel, though, so anything could be possible, I’d just feel remiss to not acknowledge that when it leads to human rights issues and the sweatshop industry.
Chapter 2:
⦁ “…a kindness they’ve never done much to earn. They’ve never provided much for the village” Yeah this was a lead-in directly to the next fic where they save it.
⦁ Uh, mild Nimona spoilers I guess? but “rearranging the weapon racks by deadliness or some other unhelpful metric” is a Nimona (movie) reference.
⦁ Okay fashion being the only thing that is truly Catra’s makes the jacket a really big deal. I went into this thinking “maybe one time when they’re older Caprellia sees Adora looking a little wistfully at Catra’s new clothes and decides making her one (1) unnecessary thing would be fine” but that wasn’t the right call. That would have been Adora getting another special thing on her mountain of special things. The jacket is so much more meaningful as a gift from Catra, and that meaning is why Catra got inexplicably (to her) mad when Adora surprised her. Catra didn’t understand right away why she was angry, but as she processed she comes to that line about how this is the only thing she can invite Adora into. Not only is it the only thing she has, but she’s still trying to share it with Adora, who Catra only lives by the grace of. She has some bitterness about that, but she has more love for Adora, so she wants them to have this thing together, and then Adora shows up and stops her from doing it on her own terms.
The Start of a Legend [one shot]
⦁ “the Crystal Castle will be vulnerable without them” babygirl the spiders are to fight YOU if you catch on too quick and won’t set off the Heart.
⦁ The change the Crystal Castle goes through, especially the introduction of the threatening and invasive guardians crawling through their home, does a lot to start changing Catra and Adora’s feelings of comfort and familiarity with the Crystal Castle. It reminds them that what they have always treated as their home is actually a war facility, and is some of the first hint towards its true sinister nature as the control hub for the Heart of Etheria.
⦁ The mention of a giant building in the woods that turned out to be someone’s home is a reference to the (then-upcoming) fic with them stumbling across the library. At the time, it was fic 10 in the outline (following the current fic 12), but I was desperately wanting to write it.
⦁ The “something going on” Catra suspected from Light Hope saying Adora had to stay behind was actually that she had already heard  Horde forces closing in on Elberon. When Adora started running to stop them, Light Hope told her she had to stop because there were people at the door who could discover the castle (Glimmer and Bow had bad timing). This led to a lot of arguing that took place while Catra was doing her spooky kitty routine before Adora refused to be delayed any further and ran up.
⦁ The descriptions of the Crystal Castle were running entirely on memory and what I needed for the story, but tbh I’ve never been certain if the ruin from the first episode is the same exact chamber of the Crystal Castle as we see later because there’s inconsistencies and if the show can change its mind I can make some shit up lmao.
⦁ In case it’s been awhile since you watched that part of the show: Light Hope shows Adora silhouettes of all the princesses, which is how Catra knew what Glimmer’s outline would look like. Because Light Hope’s focus was on balancing the planet and thus the princesses connected to the runestones, Bow was beneath her notice despite being more involved in the war than many of the other princesses at the time.
⦁ In the first (second, whatever) episode, Bow says that Glimmer’s mom knows more about the First Ones than anybody? I can’t remember if it’s just “the First Ones” or “First Ones tech,” but either way this is befuddling to me since it’s obviously Bow’s dads for the first or Entrapta for the latter? But, whatever, you get the line about Glimmer’s mom being interested in the First Ones.
⦁ “She has to remind herself that a lot of girls have moms” Catra… Baby…
⦁ In the show, Adora is the one who questions why they’re attacking a civilian settlement (“there must be a mistake”), but she was doing it from a place of disbelief that the Horde would do this. Bow is asking from confusion rather than surprise; Thaymor isn’t worth capturing, why waste the resources? And that’s why Catra answers how she does; Thaymor is simply the beginning, at least to the Horde.
⦁ “Catra releases Glimmer’s scruff” obviously Glimmer doesn’t have anything near a scruff and Catra was just holding onto her cape, but she was instinctively doing it where Glimmer’s scruff would be if she had one, and tbh it kind of looked like it too with her cape.
⦁ “She notices Adora’s gaze catching on her teeth. It’s not her fault no smile seems all that innocent to humans or the human-adjacent when there are fangs hiding in it.” Catra. Baby. She was being horny. She was on an adrenaline high from winning and having Thoughts.
⦁ Originally I included a line about it and then it was too clunky, but the mayor thanked Adora and Glimmer basically because they were the ones right in front of him. Everyone saw Catra, Glimmer, and Bow fighting, and so they just assumed when they later saw Adora that she was somewhere else in the chaos, because why would she ever be far from Catra? There was so much going on basically no one had thought much about the new princess who appeared yet, and those who had weren’t talking through it out loud. It was a big shock to most of them when Adora transformed, but it also made that whole sequence of events (and a lot of things over the years) make sense.
⦁ The scar on the boy’s arm is, of course, the same one mentioned in Wild, Weird.
⦁ Adora says she’s not “just a human” because she learned a long time ago to never say she’s a First One and has generally begun to think of herself as human because of that.
⦁ In the show, they take a horse from Thaymor, and then in the next episode Adora turns him into Swift Wind and only find out he’s sentient later. That… didn’t happen here. This was intentional, because Swift Wind’s (lack of) existence actually has very important ramifications. It seems like he doesn’t do a lot in the show, but there is one episode where he’s pivotal, and that’s the episode where Adora and him repair the broken Watchtower using their sacred bond (“Ties That Bind”). Without repairing the Watchtower, Mara’s emergency signal never goes out, and her ship in the Waste never wakes up. The First Ones messaging tower in the town of Alwyn never comes online either (“Signals”), so they never get the message from it that turned out to be a constellation map to Mara’s ship which they decipher in the library in “Reunion.” No one ever steps foot in the Crimsone Waste, Yeah, without Swift Wind they’re missing a MAJOR piece of the puzzle.
Maze (Literal, Metaphorical)
Chapter 1:
⦁ You know those “Purple” mattresses with the annoying ads that are made from rubber. Yeah the bed in the castle is made from something like that but with fancy ~future rubber~ so it didn’t break down into nothing over time. Listen, none of this shit should be here after 1000 years, I’m doing my best.
Chapter 2:
⦁ Adora calling the chaise lounge a chase long was because I don’t think it’s a word she would realistically know (at least well) at this point, so I leaned into her weird pronunciation stuff from the library episode (“Reunion”) for it.
⦁ The mention of Adora “forgetting about dictionaries” is because she hasn’t thought about them since George and Lance tried to teach them reading.
⦁ “eighteen-and-a-thousand years of planning” is referring to both Adora’s lifetime and the thousand years it took Light Hope to gather the resources to bring her here, showing just how much weight Adora has accepted on herself.
⦁ The mentions of them handholding a lot, especially around other people, is because of their dependence on each other.
⦁ The language around Adora stammering (“Catra hits Adora in the face with her tail to reset her.”) is influenced by them growing up with a slightly buggy Light Hope, so they’re a lot more used to tech stuff in this AU.
⦁ The board game goes horribly. Everybody is feeling awkward, except for Catra who has progressed to angry sulking, and somehow she dominates the game through a combination of spite, only knowing half the rules and not being “held back” by preconceptions, and wanting to get it over with.
⦁ Adora puts “tactile” in quotes because she was just discovering the word for the first time.
⦁ “[Glimmer and Bow] don’t even act that different from her and Catra” gee I wonder why THAT could be.
⦁ My general headcanon is that magicats have great memories (because different species would encode memories differently, and it feeds into my angst headcanons for Catra remembering every horrible thing Adora suppressed) but my headcanon has also always been that Catra’s memory basically starts the moment she meets Adora because she was very young when that happened, Adora was there to echo the memory back with her over the years and thus reinforce it, and everything before that was traumatic enough that her brain wanted to let it go.
⦁ When I was writing Adora’s POV for this chapter I was careful not to actually say what her feelings for Catra were even if it was obvious, because Adora herself is doing her best not to think about/process it. She knows, but in the way where she has seen it in the distance, half-registered what it is, and then quickly looked away so she could pretend she never saw it.
⦁ “Getting some one-on-one She-ra training reminded her what her priorities need to be.” AKA “Light Hope could tell she needed some more brainwashing done and used emotional manipulation to keep her on track.”
Be Honest (for the Very First Time) [one shot]
⦁ In regards to the first author’s note, I really don’t like “rewriting”(/transcribing) episodes from the show into canon divergent AUs. I used to be in a video game fandom where rewriting entire missions but with your take on the MC (since there were branching choices) was really common, and that shit gets old fast, versus when I was in the Mass Effect fandom and it seemed more common not to include the story missions and instead effectively pick up on the “next scene” after, which would be original dialog between the characters and happen to include mentions of which branches had been chosen on the previous mission (when relevant). That’s the style I went with for this fic because yes, there are a lot of changes in, say, the Plumerian episode, but those changes are primarily to dialog and then instead of trying to infiltrate the camp using Horde knowledge, they try to Be Sneaky and then go in guns blazing when that doesn’t work. It’s fundamentally not that different and writing within the constrains of the show is chafing. I still covered episode one (the meeting), the library episode, and the portal because they were so different and I had ideas I found fun for them, but I’ve watched the recruitment episodes so many times and didn’t feel like retreading them.
⦁ This fic is one of the first things I outlined for the series. I did a little outlining for The Start of a Legend, but this was the first proper outlining written done I think. Next was the final scene in On Stumbling Feet and then it jumped straight into the angst stuff.
⦁ The nature of this AU is that things go really well for a while, with victory almost seeming like it could be on the horizon, and then the Horde gets desperate, the portal happens, and the entire world falls to shit, which feels like being brought lower by the lack of major setbacks so far (with the greatest being losing Entrapta, a big blow but still just one, and they never thought she was dead before).
⦁ Adora is down so bad in this. She suspects her feelings are “wrong” from what Light Hope says and tries to avoid them, but she also convinces herself that she isn’t feeling anything because (then that would be bad) these are just friend thoughts, and having never experienced even a casual friendship with anyone else, she gets away with it until Bright Moon slaps her in the face with context.
⦁ I have outlined and written out in my head so many scenarios, in so many canon or canon divergent story ideas, where Adora and Catra have a big “fight” and Catra runs away into Bright Moon Castle in the middle of the night and Adora runs out after her, panicking about what she can do to fix this. It has finally ended up on paper and it feels so good to get it out of my system. This series lets me get a lot of things out between this, [major story thing later that’s spoilers], and finally being able to put my backstory headcanons for them into something.
⦁ “They have a mountain of issues to work through but they’re trying” sometimes trying is not enough (◡‿◡✿) LOL every time someone commented like “wow such progress!” I was just sitting there like. I can’t even reply to this comment you have NO idea what’s coming.
Girls Talk [one shot]
⦁ This fic got added in at the last minute, actually while I was writing Maze. As I was writing Maze, I realized I needed to feel out Catra’s relationships with Bow and Glimmer in this AU more so that spawned this fic, which I really enjoyed doing.
Halls That Make a Home
Chapter 2:
⦁ Catra mentions the woods seemingly not trusting them without “adult supervision” and then the woods immediately lead them to the adults perhaps Most concerned by them just wandering round. Catra isn’t quite right but she also isn’t quite wrong.
⦁ Okay, so I like, have a lot of headcanons about the Whispering Woods. Well mostly one headcanon that effects a lot, but basically they are semi-sentient. Most forests are connected via roots in vast networks underground, stretching miles or more sometimes, and the Whispering Woods is a magical amalgamation unbothered by its own movement. It’s magic working in concert with some level of awareness. The forest moves on a rotation that can change over time, like a river changing direction, just by the consciousness shifting its preferences or needs, but its also capable of moving outside of that pattern, as seen when Adora finds the sword or they need to reach Thaymor quickly. The woods show some level of favoritism and don’t move settlements as long as the people living there respect them. The woods have disrupted their pattern when necessary to avoid anyone from reaching the sword for generations, keeping She-ra safe until she could return and free them from the meddling of the First Ones. After the Heart went off the first time the First Ones began to register as a potential threat just like the Horde does, and the woods tries to mitigate threats.
⦁ Light Hope doesn’t really understand age and just didn’t “know” to baby them. She knew their faculties had to develop, but she never treated them like adults would for someone their age and it made going into the “real world” and no longer being treated like an adult really frustrating.
Chapter 3:
⦁ Incredibly catholic of Adora to take on the “sins” of her ancestors despite not having anything to do with them and only being harmed by them too, but the show had a lot of religious trauma themes so I did it too lol.
⦁ Until the full truth came out (like seconds later) George and Lance thought Bow might not have mentioned his dads because he didn’t want to be treated differently because his dads were academics, in case people might use that to diminish his own accomplishments because clearly it’s just ‘in his blood’ or he had access to more resources or something.
⦁ When rewatching the library episode I registered that Bow said Adora was an art major for the first time so I have to do artist Adora at some point now I guess XD
⦁ Okay, so the time portal thing. In the show, I initially thought back in seasons 2/3 that the reason portals didn’t work in Despondos was a feature of the dimension itself, rather than being because the runestones were out of alignment as implied by Light Hope in season 4. Because of that, I came up with the idea of dimensional portals not working, and thus time ones being the only viable method of travel to Etheria, which would mean both Adora and Hordak were time travelers. This would explain why Horde Prime thought he had wiped out all the First Ones, why Hordak’s technology was so much less advanced than Prime’s (although an easy answer to that is he isn’t as smart and doesn’t “remember” the knowledge base in the hive mind), and why it took Light Hope a thousand years to make her move: as explained in the fic, it took a long time to figure out how to reach back in time and then where to reach back, getting Hordak the first time and Adora the second. Now this… could be viable in canon? Basically, we don’t actually know when the Black Garnet went offline, so it could still be true that it needed to be a time portal and when Light Hope said she “reached across the wider universe” for Adora she meant back in time as well, I just don’t think that the runestone was offline that whole time. I’m also 99% sure Light Hope says at one point that it was Mara who threw them out of balance, implying something has been wrong for a thousand years and thus portal capabilities could have been offline that whole time, but she easily could have been lying. I always kind of assumed that the Garnet went offline when Scorpia’s mom died without Scorpia bonding with the runestone. We don’t know either way on that, but that’s why this time portal idea is showing up for the first time in a canon divergent AU where I can really tweak whatever I want. It’s also plausible that, regardless of her portal capabilities, it still had to be a time portal because all the First Ones really were gone, but it’s all a big “we don’t know” and in that case I get to do what I want.
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Lying on the floor bawling my eyes out, now over the fixed poly!piarles shels oh my god 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
also. i love how much you delight in the chaos you have created, the raccoon gifs very peak comedy
Seriously i think i will be stumbling around for the next few days walking into walls while mumbling 'bunny got his fancy date..........bunny happy now.............'
Distraughtly,
Lemon 🍋
You know what? Let’s talk more about bunny’s fancy date. I didn’t focus on it much because I wanted to focus on the free use aspect for kinktober, but not let’s discuss Charles’s fancy date because I think we could use more fluffy vibes.
Charles can’t believe he’s actually getting his fancy date? He knows he is. He sat next to Pierre while Pierre made the reservation, got the notification that you added the event to the Google calendar. He’s getting his fancy date, he knows he is.
But he still doesn’t believe it?
Because he was so certain last time too. He was so certain he was getting his fancy date and it ended up being a dinner with friends.
So you and Pierre make sure he knows he’s getting his fancy date. You and Pierre both buy new clothes for the event, and you take Charles with to buy the clothes?
Bunny has so much fun. He just sits in the dressing room and watches you and Pierre try on clothes. He adores every second of it, curled up in a chair in the dressing room while he gets to watch his mommy and his Pierre try on fancy clothes.
You go for the fancy dinner two nights later. Charles wears his suit and his panties. You and Pierre wear the new clothes you bought.
Charles sits between you two in a fancy both that’s really only meant for two people. The waiter is a little confused about why one of you didn’t just sit in the booth on the opposite side, but you’re paying for a table at one of the best restaurants in Monaco so the waiters don’t question it.
And bunny has the best time ever?
Pierre orders a ridiculous bottle of wine that the three of you split. Pierre orders some pasta dish but you and Charles order a platter? And you share?
Your booth is right in the corner of the restaurant so barely anyone can see you guys. Which means that you and Pierre can hand feed Charles some of the food from the platter and he’s just…. Smiling so wide he can barely even chew the food.
And of course you all share a dessert, because Charles had told you both how much he wanted to do that.
He does, however, nearly choke on his piece of cake because Pierre chose that moment to move his hand from Charles’s thigh to Charles’s crotch.
And also, bunny gets more dates? So many dates? You and Pierre don’t care if sometimes pictures get released of the three of you. Many people on the internet make jokes about Charles being a third wheel, but Charles doesn’t care. Not one bit.
He’s happy. He’s your bunny.
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blousemale5 · 2 years
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Provencal Vegetable Soup With Pistou
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sly-merlin · 3 years
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okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!
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Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)
Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members.  though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.
(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun
TAEIL 
"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.
Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.
Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!
Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again! 
John: He is out! You need to come asap.
He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.
Nt my pblm. 
He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!
John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!
Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir.  He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.
Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.
He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.
JOHNNY
You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.
“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.
"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos. 
"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!" 
Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!
TAEYONG
 From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed  cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.
The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it. 
"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier. 
"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"
Yes you did!
But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!
"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.
"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"
Why was he the one with mood swings?
Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.
But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!
YUTA
“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.
“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.
“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.
“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.
"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.
"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.
“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.
“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.
“Haru”
“No kai!” 
Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.
“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!” 
You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!
“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?” 
Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.
“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek. 
“Yua.” you said.
“What?”
“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.
“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!
TEN
“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment. 
“Xia-
“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”
“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.” 
Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.
“And why aren’t you going?” 
“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”
Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.
“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.
“Apples and bananas.” 
“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”
“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!
It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.
“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”
Ok!  Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here! 
JAEHYUN
If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman. 
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler. 
"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.
"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-
"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."
Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.
"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.
"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.
Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos. 
"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it. 
"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.
"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.
"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.
"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy. 
"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips. 
"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!" 
You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!
Bonus :
KUN
"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"
"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."
Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.
"There is no such book available."
"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"
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cultgambles · 3 years
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Forgotten Lunch (Jumin Han x Reader)
This was originally posted as a little blurb but why the hell not put the whole thing am i rite?? Like, i wasn’t sure if tumblr would take it down bc of the whole ban, but the other writings have been up haha
Summary: Jumin thinks his MC comes to the office for a little chat, but MC has other plans...
n s f w, office (semi-public), being walked in on, bjs, vaginal fingering
wc: 2.1k
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“Oh! MC! What a pleasant surprise! How are you doing today?”
“I’m wonderful Jaehee, hope Jumin isn’t working you to the bone too much?” you reply to the secretary with a small smile.
“Same old same old,” Jaeehee sighs. “Is that lunch for him? He’s free right now if you would like to go up.”
“Aww, I’ll tell him to chill a bit, okay? Maybe he’ll listen this time. And I have one for you, too. Don’t eat those bento boxes all the time, they’re not the healthiest,” you chide, reaching into your bag and pulling out some pasta you had made. Jaehee takes the meal graciously and tells you she has to go back to work otherwise she’d work more overtime than usual.
The walk to the elevator and the ride up seemed to take a millennium, and when the final ding rang, you practically jumped out and ran to his office at the end of the hallway.
You try to stifle your smile, breathing a deep breath and knocking twice on the door.
“Come in,” Jumin’s muffled voice wafts through the door. He looks up slightly, his eyes brightening when he sees you.
“My love, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he says, starting to stand.
“Don’t worry! You just stay right there, I’ve only come to bring you some lunch. I made Alfredo,” You smile, closing the door behind you.
“MC, you didn’t have to make me anything. I have those private chefs you know.”
“I thought it would be cute to bring you some food!” you pout, making your way around the desk after placing the thermos down. You lean forward behind him, running your hands down his chest, placing a small kiss on his cheek. You swear Jumin purrs before clearing his throat, and patting his leg for you to sit. You do, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and neck, leaning in to pepper kisses on his face. He pulls you flush against his body, and you trade kisses for a while. You sigh, leaning in the crook of his neck. 
“Oh, how I wish to abandon everything right now,” he sighs softly, pressing the words into your neck.
“Why can’t you? Let’s just go home and relax...but also let Jaehee have the rest of the day off too?” You say with an afterthought.
“You know I can’t, kitten.”
“Fineeee, I’ll leave you be then,” You swing one leg over his, appearing to get off, but you plop your ass right back down, basically straddling his leg, and take notice of his computer screen. “Oooh, what are you working on?”
“Just some of the new products I want to export. Though, I am having to fight with my father about it because he just doesn’t think cat products would sell,” he replies, sucking in a breath of air. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks, strained as you slightly rock back and forth to get into a more comfortable position. His large hand finds purchase on your hip, sending tingles throughout your body. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say. That’s a lie though. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re grinding your hips into his leg, dry humping him. The friction of your sliding back and forth makes you let out a small moan at how good it feels.
Jumin swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “So, this is the game you want to play? Let’s see it through then,” he mumbles lowly, leaning his head on his other hand. You lean forward to place your hands on his desk, moving more furiously against his leg, your body finally getting that friction it craved from when he touched you this morning. The feel of your panties against his pant leg rub together deliciously, and you’re tempted to hike up your yellow sundress to feel more of it. 
“O-oh! Jumin,” you moan out, rolling your hips more deeply, feeling that sensation in your belly. His hand on your hip never leaves you, almost guiding you to your finish. The knot unravels, bursting through your body and clouding your senses. You shudder, feeling the waves of pleasure die down. You lean back against him, panting slightly. He presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Have fun there, sweetheart?” His voice is pretty stable for what you just did, but you definitely feel something poking your lower back. 
“Mmm, yeah!” You say with a smile, getting up on shaky legs. “Well, I’m gonna go home and you finish up your work, okay?”
Before you can get very far, however, he catches your wrist and pulls you back onto his lap.
“You’re very naughty today, aren’t you? Did you want to be punished by daddy that badly?” Jumin says, running a hand down your stomach while the other holds your breast. 
“I just missed you, s’all…” your voice goes up an octave as he bites your sweet spot. 
“Well, we’re going to finish what you started then. Lucky for you, you came at the beginning of my lunch break, hmm?”
“Y-yes.”
“Did you plan that?”
“Maybe,” you say slyly.
“Really?” His hand stops just above the hem of your dress, just barely ghosting over your thigh.
“I planned it, you got me,” you whine, grinding your butt down.
“That’s what I thought,” he smirks, pulling your dress up so the lower half of you is exposed. “You’re even wearing the lace red panties I like.”
“Yeah, so don’t rip them this time,” you quip, reaching behind to palm at his dick through his pants. 
“I have all the money in the world to get you a new pair.” he rubs two fingers at your clit through the fabric. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
“Jumin?” you squeak out.
“Yes?”
“Why is it a pair of panties even though it’s like one item?”
“Love, you say the most unsexy things at the worst times,” he chuckles, “but I think it’s because of the two leg holes.”
“Mmm, m-makes sense,” you stutter out as his fingers finally slip between the fabric and into your folds. 
“I’m taking off the fucking dress,” you say reaching for the zipper. For the moment, Jumin doesn’t hesitate to throw it over you and into a corner of the room. You also reach behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing that somewhere too. 
“You like being exposed like this don’t you? Someone could walk in right now and that’d get you off even more, wouldn’t it?”
“I also like you fully clothed while I’m naked,” you purr. Jumin raises a brow, but continues the assault on your pussy.
“Well, I’m not complaining.” 
Your lewd sounds fill the quiet air, and you feel the familiar knot in your abdomen. You come in Jumin’s hand, and you turn your head to give him an open mouthed kiss. Breaking the kiss, he pulls his long fingers out of you not before licking the slick off.
You stand over him slightly and lean down to undo his zipper and pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, the tip leaking pre cum. You reach down between your legs and swipe your fingers through the folds, wetting them. Your hand reaches up to his member and you grip around it, running your hand up and down the shaft. 
Jumin makes a guttural sound as your mouth moves on him. He reaches his hand down to run through your hair.
Two knocks at the door.
You pause an anxious fear in your throat. Jumin clears his throat, “What is it?”
“It’s me, Sir, I’m here to remind you of your 2 o’clock meeting in about thirty minutes.” Jaehee says through the door. “Can I come in to give you the briefing?”
“You may.” 
“Wow, ballsy,” you whisper, loud enough for him to hear. He smirks slightly and adjusts his tie.
“Well, you’re meeting with Mr. Phantomhive to discuss collaborating on a project. His company hasn’t really gotten footing here in South Korea,” Jaehee remarks.
Meanwhile, you’re bobbing your head on Jumin’s length, the thought of the both of you getting caught working you up. You massage his balls and try to suck in as much as you can, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Jumin huffs, making Jaehee pause to ask if he’s doing alright. 
“Is that all? I have to finish up this cat project outline soon,” he says quietly. 
“Ah, one more thing, Mr. Phantomhive hates being called short or looked down upon, so please try your best to behave!”
“Fine fine,” he waves her off, “I assume Meeting Room 3?”
“Yes Sir, I’ll come get you once Mr. Phantomhive arrives.”
“Good. Please close the door on the way out.” You hear Jaehee shuffle out awkwardly, the door clicking behind her.
“MC, you’re very distracting,” Jumin says, looking down at you.
“Yes, I know.”
“Why don’t you come up here then?” You pop off, licking your lips slightly and pull down your panties so it hangs off your ankle. 
You give him a quick kiss before your hand reaches down  for his dick. His hands lay on your hips as you sink your drenched core down, helping you better situate. You let out a moan as he fills you up, not a spot without him there.  
“J-Jumin, you f-feel so good in me…”  your arms wrap around the both of you, one gripping the chair and the other in his hair, pulling ever so slightly. 
Not even 20 seconds later, you’re already bouncing, and he’s meeting every one perfectly.
“Love, why don’t you turn around so I can look at your pretty face?”
“But I don’t want to get up,” you whine.
“That’s an order, sweetheart,” he says, slightly lifting you up.
“Ooh, you know I love when you do that. I guess I can’t say no to that now, can I?” You turn to face him and fully sit this time, your heels just above his knees.
“I love looking at your face, the way it contorts into pleasure as I give it to you raw,” he growls, latching onto one of your breasts. You throw your head back in ecstasy, arching your back more as he pumps into you at a steady pace.
“Mmm...go faster..please. Absolutely wreck me,” you beg. That really seemed to get him going, his pace more erratic and his fingers digging into your sides. You lean down to kiss him, his mouth already slightly parted. His tongue instantly finds its way into your mouth and he groans into it.
“MC, I can’t last much longer, he pants.”
“Come in me, Daddy. Let’s have little Jumin’s and MC’s running around soon,” you tell him.
Thick ropes of cum fill your cervix, as you come yourself for the third time. Jumin holds you close as the both of you come down from your highs. 
“I love you, Jumin,” you say, pressing your forehead against his.
“I love you more,” he whispers sweetly. “Oh how you do me.” 
The phone on Jumin’s desk beeps, startling you both. “Mr. Han? Your appointment starts in 5 minutes. I’ll be up in a few,” the voice says.
“Oh I do not want to go to this meeting anymore,” Jumin says, “Let’s just stay like this.”
“You need to though, Mr. Phantomhive’s candy is really good and I haven’t had any since our trip to England,” You remark, getting off him and handing him a tissue.
“That’s reason enough,” he shrugs, cleaning up a bit and fixing his hair. Meanwhile, you slip your dress back on and stuff your bra in your purse.
“See you later, love,” you smile, leaning up to peck his cheek, and fix his tie.
“You’ll hopefully be seeing me earlier than planned,” he says, brushing down your hair.
“Oh? You gonna give Jaehee the day off?”
“Sure, yes. I’ll do that.”
“Thank you. Ellie and I will be waiting for your return...though I’m sorry I took you away from your lunch,” you say with a slight frown.
“I’ll eat a good dinner. So good until I have my fill,” he says in a sultry voice.
“Okay, tiger, calm down,” you laugh. “Bye for reals now.”
“MC? You’re still here?” Jaehee opens the door, a surprised look on her face. “I didn’t see you earlier when you walked in?”
“You came up? I must of been in the bathroom..Nice seeing you!” You smile at your friend and briskly walk out, the embarrassment of what you and your CEO-in-line just did mere minutes before.
“Mr. Han, are you ready for your meeting?”
“Yes, of course. Let’s get this over with.”
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canyouhearthelight · 3 years
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The Miys, Ch. 139
Day Two of the Food Festival!  This one has a specific request from @baelpenrose, which was fun to play with in the Low-Stim session (always on day 2).
To everyone who has reached out to tell me how much they are enjoying getting to see Sophia actually relax and just have fun for once.... Y’all are the best! It’s been fun writing it, too. 
New reader shout outs go to @corvallis, @penguin--person, @amphibiousuprising, @chip5-0, and I think @lostsoul8822. I think that’s everyone... If I missed you, please DM me, and I’ll add you to the next chapter.
On with the show!
The first day of the Festival, Conor and I ended up staying through not only Maverick’s shift but the one after, just so we could drag him to our favorite spots. Day two, however, Conor was on deck as Support Personnel as well as Maverick, and neither were assigned to me - for the first half of day two, we were in the Low Stim Mode, so I was pretty sure I could brave it on my own with everyone else’s proximity alerts and my own personal hyper-alertness preventing accidental bumps.
For me, the most exciting part was the different foods offered, and the fact that I could focus on just the food. Not having to ignore the other stimuli was a completely relaxing experience. The visual of the mural, with everything present, was still completely different in the even, indirect lighting. The dual nature of it was toned down significantly, leading to the overall feel being softer and overall more pleasant without being distracting.
Halfway through a very good pad thai, I spotted Derek and Sam sitting with Ivan and poking at something that Sam was clearly excited about and Derek was equally doubtful of. I circled around so they could see me approaching, and made a point to wave. “What do you think?” I asked, trying to sign as I spoke but hampered by the food in my hands.
“It was a good try,” Derek confessed, cheeks stuffed with something that had previously been on a plate to his left as a backup plan.
Setting my food down, I grinned mischievously. “Doing my best,” I signed, leading to laughter on all sides.
“You just told him you do him the best,” Ivan murmured, my face immediately flooding red.
“That is NOT what I meant,” I tried to explain out loud, over-enunciating while I clenched my hands in embarrassment.
To his credit, Derek signed what he seemed to understand I meant, emphasizing each sign. It was clear that I had gotten several out of order and added one that changed everything overall.
After repeating the signs and getting confirmation, I shook my head and sighed dramatically. “I tried.”
Ivan was trembling with laughter. “You. You did,” he admitted. “But that was… wow.” His head dropped on his hands as he shook silently.
“Souffle pancakes?” I offered, finger spelling the word souffle since I had no freaking clue how to actually sign it.
“Egg pancake,” Derek explained, poking the one I offered and contemplating the jiggle.
“It’s cinnamon sugar, and not gooey,” I explained.
Apparently I got that one right, because Derek immediately stabbed a piece and shoved it in his mouth.  The only judgement I needed was the fact that he dragged the entire remaining pancake onto his plate.
Sam watched his roommate before contemplating his own sample. Before he could even ask, I held up a cup full of macerated berries. “And fruit topping for you, sir.”
“Are those my berries?” he asked, skeptical.
I shook my head. “Bog standard, from the consoles. Your vegetables and fruits are being used in the other shifts. We didn’t want to give anyone here unexpected tastes.”
He nodded and dumped the entire cup of fruit over his pancake, digging in happily.
Ivan batted his eyes at me until I explained. “Sam’s produce has… unexpected pairings. Tomatoes that pair with cheesecake and wines, strawberries that really go well with steak…”
“The mango that goes with beer but not fish?”
“Yeah, that one. Von soil does strange things to produce, turns out.”
“Those matcha-edamame are amazing though.”
“For ice cream, yes. For tea, less so. They’re like… cooking matcha, almost.” I laughed. They actually worked better for ice cream than matcha did, oddly - reducing the sugar content but still giving the same flavor.
“One vendor on the last day is using nothing but my produce,” Sam announced happily. “They asked my permission.”
“That’s good!” I encouraged him. “They should always ask your permission to do things like that.”
“People ask with requisition forms,” he agreed. “Mona asked in person.”
Note to self: much more patronage at Mona’s normal spot, I swore in my head.  She specialized in vegetarian dishes, and honestly made some of the best fried cabbage I’d had in my life.  Knowing that she was so considerate of Sam cemented her as my new favorite takeaway place.
After a little more chat, I finally waved my goodbyes to everyone and strolled slowly to the next tempting stall. I wasn’t really in any hurry, and did more people-watching than I did eating. Latkes were infinitely more interesting when I could overhear people arguing over family recipes.  A small bowl of udon was delicious, but not nearly as flavorful as the discussion around hot versus cold, what to top them with, egg or no egg… the only thing anyone seemed to agree on was that the smiling vendor ‘obviously’ ground their own flour, because the flour provided by the consoles was the wrong texture.
Another mental note: don’t learn to make udon.  Despite what I had previously believed, it takes a lifetime to make it right, turns out.
Wandering further down, I was delighted by the discovery of something that was very clearly Hannah’s doing: demonstrations of older food prep techniques.  Simon winked at me as he carried on a demonstration of - insanely - how to hand pull toffee. I didn’t know he could do that. Muna was demonstrating the correct way to make chapatis and handing them out as fast as she was making them. Clearly, she had been making them her whole life, because at no point did I actually see her look at them, but every single one was perfect.
Laughter erupted over my shoulder, and I whipped my head around to see the source. After wading through a crowd of smiling faces, I couldn’t help but join in.  There, right in front of the entire Ark, was Maverick trying to flip takoyaki as fast as the person demonstrating, and ending up with just a mess of octopus and batter on his side.  Both Maverick and the person guiding him were smiling, though, and in the end, the vendor handed Maverick four perfectly-round balls and quickly devoured all of the - less shapely, so to speak - ones on my partner’s side.  With an exuberant cheer and extending his arms wide to the crowd, the man exclaimed “The first takoyaki of a new student are always my favorite! Nothing tastes better!”
After bowing to his sensei, Maverick turned and spotted me, face still flushed with laughter.  He offered his food to a smaller man I did not recognize, who must have been the person Maverick was Supporting, before waving to me and continuing on.  Despite the urge to crush him in a hug, I forced my feet to stay in place and reminded myself that he was working.
By the time I trusted myself not to race after him, I realized someone had been trying to get my attention and had resorted to messaging me rather than shouting. “Phee, I don’t know what la-la land you are lost in, but look 100 yards to your four.”
The hell was Arthur doing here? He wasn’t scheduled to work this shift, as far as I was aware.  Craning my neck over my shoulder, I turned to see… Apparently a hallucination. It had to be.  There was no chance in any of the nine hells that Arthur Farro was dishing out spaghetti, much less smiling while doing it.
Almost dreamlike, I found myself drifting over to confirm that I was wrong, only to be startled when he shoved a plate with not only spaghetti but two gorgeous pieces of garlic bread under my nose. “Special plates, you can’t smell anything unless it’s on purpose.”
“You… Spaghetti?” I asked, eloquent as ever.
“Family recipe.”
“Leaning into the stereotype a bit, aren’t you?” I asked carefully before shoving as much of one thick, crusty piece of toast in my mouth as I could.
He shook his head. “Anyone who tells you their family is Italian and denies having a family recipe for anything is a damned liar.”
Skeptically, I took a bite. It was amazing. “Ah ee deh rehahee,” I tried to get out around the heap of pasta I was steadily shoving in my mouth.
“Maverick is a very bad influence on your table manners,” he observed drily, plating more portions and handing them out. “And no. Not happening.”
“You know I can cook.”
“Not the point. I also know that you will fiddle with it until it is unrecognizable, so there’s really no point in giving it to you.”
Defiantly, I took a smaller bite and chewed carefully. “Garlic, onions, obviously. Sausage and minced… Lamb? But that’s probably just for this session, knowing you it’s spicy sausage regularly.  I’m not getting carrot, though, so no soffritto? Unexpected…. Is that thyme, I’m tasting?”
“Rosemary, you heathen. And you’re still wrong.”
I mumbled to myself. “What did I get wrong? It’s gotta be the lamb… maybe he does usually use the lamb? I’m certain it is lamb…”
“It is lamb, and no, I don’t usually use it. But you left several things out.”
I stared at the plate again, confused. “I didn’t think I needed to mention the tomatoes….”
“Basil… oregano….” he drawled.
“Duhhh?” I poked through the last bite on my plate, sniffing it, trying to figure out what I was missing. “Fine, you win, I’m lost.”
“Mushrooms, Sophia. There’s mushrooms. Jeezus. It was an easy one, too.”  He showed me a bowl full of what looked like cooked and crumbled sausage, only for me to realize it was the tiniest diced mushrooms I had ever seen in my life.
“I am dying to know how you got them that small.”
“With a knife?” He arched an eyebrow at me as he turned to start another batch of sauce.
“Yeah, no shit, Arthur.”
“Correct, there is no shit in the spaghetti,” he confirmed cheekily as the vegetables started sizzling.
“Asshole,” I laughed, scraping the remaining sauce from my plate with the piece of bread I saved just for that purpose. Just as I was frowning at the sauce-less plate and remaining half-piece of bread, a scalding hot dollop of fresh sauce invaded my vision.
“You love me, because I won’t let you frown at your bread like that.”
Fiiiinnnne I sighed in my head as I shoved a piece of saucy, saucy bread into my cheeks and waggled my fingers to let him get back to work.
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moonbeambucky · 4 years
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Hey Neighbor (Part 15)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 4021 Warnings: fluff, mentions of the Holocaust
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: Thank you also to Ary (formerly @johnnynunzio) for helping me with information and resources for the history of Romani people during the Holocaust
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PART 14 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST
Walking up the steps to the hospital becomes a little difficult as you zig-zag through groups of people trying not to hit anyone with your umbrella. Under the overhang of the building you shake it out after closing it, hoping the umbrella doesn’t drip too much on the floors as you make your way to the elevator.
It’s been a really wet day but you don’t mind it so much considering all this rain is supposed to bring beautiful flowers next month and the hope of something beautiful is exactly what you needed now.
It hasn’t been the easiest going to work every day. Metro-General is where you first met Billy and now that you’ve broken up it’s all you can think about every time you have to head down to the ER.
Wanda came over that night you got back from work and broke the news that she and Sam spotted Billy with another woman. You insisted on seeing the proof, the pictures being the final push in your decision to end things with Billy.
You admitted how things weren’t the same anymore, his attitude plus lack of caring when you were sick really made you reconsider your relationship. It had been a few days since you spoke to Billy but you wanted to call him out in person, meeting at a coffee shop to discuss things.
Confronting him was easier than you thought but watching him lie to your face was not. You had proof and he still accused you and your friends of lying just to make him look bad. After a small outburst he finally fessed up to seeing the woman named Krista. Billy didn’t tell you how long he had been cheating which pissed you off but you walked away feeling good about ending things.
It didn’t mean that you felt good. You knew that it was Billy’s loss but still, it didn’t feel good to be cheated on. You questioned everything. Was he lying from the beginning? Was work the real reason he had to cancel a few times? All of these questions made you doubt your self-worth.
Your friends were great after your breakup, each one of them there for you, readily offering up a chance to kick Billy’s ass if you let them. You all went out to celebrate how you “took out the trash,” round after round dedicated to your new freedom. But being surrounded by everyone in relationships didn’t make you feel the best, everyone except Bucky.
You might have had a little too much to drink that night and in a tearful drunken cry you might have asked him what was so wrong with you to make Billy cheat.
Bucky might also have had too much as he slurred his answer, but still he was insistent.
“There ain’t nothing wrong about you Y/N. Nothin’. Assholes like Billy treat the world like it belongs to them, like everything is up for the taking, no consequences apply. But he’s wrong and he lost the best thing to ever happen to him. You hear me? You’re the best thing that could happen t’anybody.”
You replay Bucky’s words in your mind as you pass by the nurses’ desk where Billy gave you his card. It was his loss.
Since the breakup you’ve been throwing yourself into work again. Dating Billy wasn’t a mistake, he just wasn’t the right person for you and after careful consideration you decided to chalk up those feelings you might have had towards Bucky towards all the care he gave you when you were sick. 
Bucky was your friend and a great one at that and so you made sure to fill your weekends by keeping a promise. You and Bucky began your pizza quest and it has been amazing. Your pants don’t quite agree with you but it’s definitely been worth it.
In between cases you responded to a text from Wanda. The exhibit she had been working on for The Jewish Museum is opening in a few weeks and she wanted to confirm you would be there. Like she really had to ask, of course you would.
Over the last few months she’s been working so hard on this and you couldn’t wait to be there to support her. Everyone was going and Sam made sure to take the day off.
Bucky: You up for a trek to Brooklyn?
The message caught you off guard but still brought a large smile to your face. You replied quickly asking what he was talking about and by the end of your shift it was decided; you and Bucky were going to Brooklyn for pizza. 
“I haven’t been here in forever,” Bucky said, while opening the door to Spumoni Gardens for you.
“These better be worth the two transfers Bucky. I am starving!”
You may have exaggerated a little but you were pretty hungry. Bucky insisted that you must try this famous pizza, arguing that Brooklyn is technically within the boundaries as part of your pizza quest. Semantics aside, you trusted that the hour long trip to get here would be worth it.
Spumoni Gardens was famous for their Sicilian pie and Bucky ordered one the moment you were seated. Soon enough twelve thick slices were laid out in front of you in the most interesting looking square of pizza you had seen before, with the sauce on top.
With a skeptical eye you squint at Bucky who urges you to take a bite, eagerly awaiting your response. There was no denying it, as you sank your teeth into the deliciously thick crust, with sauce and cheese hitting your taste buds like a pinball setting off lights and sound as it hits the winning targets.
A proud grin settled on Bucky’s face as he held up his own slice, taking a bite as he watched you dab at the bit of sauce in the corner of your mouth with a napkin. His eyes light up, raising his brows in a silent request for your opinion.
“So good.” Every bit of enthusiasm is behind the few words you’ve said, combined with the smile that stayed plastered on your face as you quickly took another bite, needing to taste the symphony of flavors again.
Bucky paid for everything despite your protests. He insisted that since you indulged him in his craving after a long day of work it was only fair. Side by side you slowly strolled back to the train, making a promise to come back for the spumoni when you haven’t stuffed yourselves full of pizza.
Conversation was always easy with Bucky, making the ride back home a breeze. When you reached your block you saw familiar faces headed towards the building.
“Hey guys,” Bucky greeted Clint and Natasha, as they walked with their arms linked to the door.
“We just had the best pizza!” you blurted out, unable to control your enthusiasm for the amazing dinner you had.
“Oh yeah, well we just had some shitty pasta.” Natasha playfully smacked Clint in the stomach for his blunt remark. “What? It wasn’t good!” he snarked.
“We just came back from a wedding expo,” she added.
Her lips were tense as they pressed together. They had been wedding planning for a while, not getting very far. Natasha’s work had set her back, which she didn’t mind since she was excelling professionally but it did require her and Clint to push back their wedding date a few times since they couldn’t commit to the time frame required.
“It’ll come together in time,” you said, offering a hopeful smile.
“All I know is Sonny Burch is not going to cater our wedding. That food was awful. Now tell me more about this pizza.”
Clint was practically drooling throughout the elevator ride as you and Bucky described the incredible pizza you had. After saying goodnight to them you and Bucky held back your laughter hearing Clint begging Natasha to go to Spumoni Gardens tomorrow as the elevator doors were shutting.
“Thanks for dinner Bucky,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before unlocking your door. “Oh wait! Hang on one second!”
As you went inside your apartment you missed the way Bucky touched his cheek, still feeling the tingle of your lips against his skin. A moment later you came out, handing him a wrapped present.
“For taking care of me last month when I was sick.”
“You didn’t have to Y/N.” He meant it, whatever it was you got him really wasn’t necessary but you insisted it was.
Your lips pressed together with excited anticipation, staring at Bucky with widened eyes as he began to tear off the wrapping. He held up the stretched white canvas rectangle with vertical lines of varied height going across it. He smiled kindly, unsure exactly what he was looking at which was fine, his gift needed a little explanation.
“It’s Herrmann’s Psycho score in soundwave form.”
Bucky’s jaw dropped open as he stared at the vertical lines that conveyed every beat, seeing the taller lines represent the higher strings, the greater tension of the score. It was so unique, so perfectly suited for him and he knew you truly understood who he was.
“I love it. Thank you so much Y/N.”
One arm wrapped around you as he held the artwork out of the way. This gift reaffirmed the feelings he felt for you, making it harder to deal with the fact that he wasn’t going to do anything about them.
After your break up with Billy you made it very clear that you were not interested in dating. This was not the time for him to open up to you. He didn’t want to push you into anything you weren’t comfortable with so once again Bucky needed a distraction from his feelings. This is how he found himself back on the dating apps.
He finally went on a date with Bobbi, a few actually, only to find that the real chemistry they had was in the bedroom. The longer Bucky stared at the artwork you gave him the more he felt like calling her to help push aside you and thoughts of the amazing non-date that you had, but he knew she was out of town for the weekend.
Bucky’s too tired to get involved with calling someone else so instead he settled down in front of his keyboard. His fingers glide across the keys as he’s filled with inspiration, pouring his heart into a melody with you on his mind.
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Wanda paced back and forth in her apartment, stopping each time to check her reflection in the scalloped mirror above her dresser when she passed it. The way she swept back the few loose tendrils of her now more conservative light brown hair wasn’t out of vanity but nerves, needing to do anything to stop the shakiness of her hands.
“Hey, everything’s going to be perfect. I promise you have nothing to worry about,” you said, offering open arms to Wanda.
She was so fidgety she was barely able to stay in your embrace for more than a second. Wanda couldn’t help it. Tonight was the opening of The Jewish Museum’s exhibit on The Holocaust and Wanda was extremely nervous. Knowing this day was so important to her, you took off from your internship, promising Elena you would make up the hours.
The buzzer of her doorbell rang and Wanda jumped with excitement. “Mom!” Wanda called out, running towards the door.
It had only been a few months since they saw each other but on a stressful day like this nothing comforted Wanda more than her mom.
“Y/N, it’s so good to see you sweetheart.” Marya wrapped her arms around you and it felt like home, and seeing her brought back all the memories of your youth with Wanda and Pietro.
It was impossible not to think about him, especially considering he shared so many features with his mom. Piet would have been so proud of Wanda today and amidst the hug you choke back the tears you felt forming.
Wanda needed to be at the museum early so you and Marya went for a light dinner first as she headed there. Catching up was easy and Marya told you how proud she was for all the hard work you’ve been putting in to get your degree. The passion behind social work was unspoken because she already knew how deeply you felt about the circumstances of Wanda and Pietro’s upbringing.
“I think about it sometimes… what could have been.”
The twinkle in her eye suggested she knew the childhood crush you harbored for her son. It wasn’t something you ever admitted before. Even Wanda didn’t know.
“Years ago I finally had the strength to go through his things. I may have found your names in a heart, scratched on what should have been his notes on American history.”
You brushed aside a tear that trickled down along the curved cheek from your smile. Piet hated history so doodling became a common way to pass the time, and knowing he felt the same doesn’t make it any easier in losing him.
Marya brought a napkin to her face to soak up her own tears. She apologized though you told her there was no reason to. “So tell me, are you seeing anyone?”
As you retold the story of putting off relationships while you earned your degree you saw her mouth pull into a frown.
“Don’t put your life on hold, you know how quickly things can change.”
Her advice didn’t feel like a lecture, and you knew you might have jumped the gun on calling off dating again; not everyone would be like Billy.
An intricately detailed archway leads you through the main doors and into the crowded lobby of the museum. It’s past the normal operating hours, premiering the exhibit for the media and friends and family first.  
You spot your friends gathered together in the corner and happily introduce them to Marya. Sam smiles a little wider as he introduces himself. “Yes, that Sam,” he replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Bucky is wearing his long hair down, neatly tucked behind his ears and even in all black he stands out. The white printed pattern on his black button down shirt draws your eye to the velvet blazer that makes him look incredibly sophisticated.
“You look great,” Bucky said, as you both leaned in to press your cheeks against each other for a kiss.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and the shine of your beige satin shirt. The delicate gold chain you wore draped lower than the V-neck cut and he let his eyes linger down your body, from the black pants that hugged your figure to the pointed black heels.
“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself. Ooh fancy,” you said, running your hands along his velvet lapel.
The chatter in the lobby grew for another ten minutes until you were directed to follow the group towards the exhibit. Marya was accompanied by Sam and both their faces lit up as they spotted Wanda, standing proudly beside a curtain that was drawn across the entry of the main room. Her eyes twinkled as she spotted them, you and everyone amongst the crowd.
A man not much taller than her walked in front of the curtain with a microphone in hand. He introduced himself as the museum’s director Phillip Coulson. Wanda had always spoken highly of him and you can see why. He was soft spoken with a kind smile, welcoming everyone to the exhibit.
“On the eve of Yom HaShoah we invite you to do what is asked, remember. We remember through stories, from letters that made it out while their writers did not. We remember through pictures, of people and the faces we strive to never forget, of discarded belongings left behind deemed as irrelevant as the lives of their owners. As we remember the decimation and destruction we also remember the endurance, the survival. We remember and we will never forget.”
A round of applause breaks through the crowd with the increased flashing of camera lights as Director Coulson gestures to Wanda who proudly draws open the curtain, opening the exhibit.
The large room is painted in a somber blue, as if the life had been sucked out of a once vibrant sky. It’s fitting. This is a place of reverence, surrounded by artifacts that tell a painful history.
There were three smaller rooms connected to the main area, each showcasing smaller exhibits, one of which you knew was the one Wanda was most proud of. She stood in front of it, awaiting her friends so you could walk through it together.
“It’s called The Ghosts of Genocide and it focuses on the Romani aspect of the Holocaust.”
Unlike the main room there were few displays. One wall was dedicated to Philomena Franz, the first Romani woman to document her experiences in the concentration camps. You read the information beside her photograph, “Zwischen Liebe und Hass” (“Between Love and Hate”) was her autobiography, the dichotomy of a happy childhood against the brutality of Auschwitz.
The next photograph was of Elena Lacková, a Slovakian Romani poet and playwright. “Holocaust Romů v povídkách” (“Holocaust of Roma in short stories”). A copy of the out of print book was behind a glass enclosure.
The large wall featured the paintings of Ceija Stojka, an Austrian Romani Holocaust survivor. You chew on your bottom lip tensely as you stare at the images. Simple ink depictions of dead bodies stacked in a haphazard pile like they were nothing more than logs meant for a fire. One image burns itself into your brain, “Mama in Auschwitz” the wide-eyed look of fear immortalized by the memory of a child.
“Wanda.” You clear your voice of the thickness that built up inside, the heavy lump that weighed on your chest from reading everything. “Forgive me if this sounds disrespectful but I thought you were supposed to incorporate the history of those who were Jewish and Romani.”
She sighed heavily. “I was but there are so many factors that play into the reason why I couldn’t; loss of information being a big one but also most people didn’t specify that they were Jewish. Obviously we know that some were but it was an issue of safety. They were already dealing with being Romani and the prejudices that came with that so they couldn’t come out with it. It’s why we have this.”
She turned you around to the far wall, glossy black tile shines against striking spotlights.
“But it’s blank.”
She nodded, pointing to the dedication. “For the countless, nameless Jewish-Romani lives lost.”
You reached out to touch the wall, your palm against the cold tile; the emptiness that contrasts so starkly in a place filled with history on every wall. And you suppose the lack of information is a lesson learned in history itself.
“This is pretty powerful stuff,” Bucky’s voice called out from behind you.
“Yeah. It is.” You didn’t have any more words.
When the night was coming to a close everyone went home quietly. Wanda’s achievements would be celebrated another night. It was comfortably silent as you and Bucky left the elevator. The unexpected feeling of your arms wrapping around him for a hug was surprising but nice and he deepened the action, firmly pulling you closer to the soft fabric of his blazer.
“Sweet dreams Y/N,” he whispered before you went inside.
That night Marya’s words replayed in your mind and after the exhibit’s reminder on how precious life is you promise yourself to be open to whatever the future brings.
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Golden hues begin to creep in on the blue sky ahead of you. As the day starts to wind down the city doesn’t stop. Construction is contained by go-away green walls, with orange and white barricades used to redirect traffic on the busy street. Brake lights flare as the cars begin honking incessantly at the driver going far too slow for the city’s standards.
You see it all from the observation deck of the High Line, accompanied by Bucky and a dozen other people enjoying the first weekend of warmth. You climb the stairs away from the crowd and find a bench beside a small tree.
Bucky opens the box he’s been carrying for a while, revealing two unique and delicious doughnuts that you couldn’t wait to try.
“What’s the square one again?” you asked, licking your lips in anticipation.
“Blackberry jam, and the other is rose I think?” his voice raises with uncertainty. “It looks like a rose at least.”
That it did. The dough was shaped to look like a rose in bloom, with a pink glaze over it. Both were tempting you and the decision was tough but you chose to try the jam filled doughnut first. Hands made sticky by the glaze, you tried your best to pull it apart evenly for Bucky to have an equal share.
Your head nodded in approval as you tasted the sweetness of the jam, mixed perfectly with the airy dough. “This is good,” you said, with your hand hovering over your mouth as you continued to chew through your words.
Bucky brushed his fingers down the corners of his mouth, wiping them on a napkin afterwards and you laughed to yourself. When you were ready Bucky presented the rose shaped doughnut to you as if he was handing over a bouquet.
“How sweet,” you feigned sweetness, bringing your hands together in your best impression of a Disney princess pose.
He let you rip off the first piece of the doughnut, finding it had come apart in a small crescent which was fine, you weren’t sure you could eat much more than that.
Bucky cleared his throat as the glaze melted against his fingers. “So, uh, I have something to ask you.” His nerves stilled momentarily as you hummed in response, sucking the glaze off your fingers.
“Will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding?”
You weren’t sure what he was going to ask but this was definitely not what you imagined. It surprised you especially considering the long list of available women he had to choose from and you couldn’t help but ask him that.
“Them? No. They’re not good enough to bring to a wedding,” he replied.
“Bucky that’s horrible!” you playfully scoffed.
His head dropped down, cringing at his words. “I didn’t mean it like that! I don’t really know any of ‘em that well, and it would be nice to have a friend with me and just have fun.”
Thoughts were running through your head faster than you could process them. Being asked to be Bucky’s date seemed like a dream come true. Yes, despite losing hope in dating after what you went through with Billy it didn’t stop the crush you had on Bucky from growing. But your mind stopped your heart from indulging in its fantasy, reminding you that Bucky legitimately had a long list of women to choose from and you were one of many.
His reasons for asking you made sense, you were very close and sometimes you questioned Bucky’s intentions. He’s never made you feel uncomfortable, it’s the opposite. You’re always comfortable with Bucky, no matter what you do. It feels like what a relationship should be except without the intimacy.
That was the scariest part of it all. Part of you wanted to take a risk and see if there could be something more to what you had but what if it makes you just another girl on his list. A convenient person to sleep with along with the others.
“Please, I already RSVP’d for two,” he begged, staring at you with big eyes as his plush bottom lip protruded out comically far.
The tug of war between your brain and heart wins in favor of the latter as you agreed to go with him, convincing yourself that it’s just a date to a wedding with a friend and nothing more.
PART 16
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Ina x MC: My Star
Ina x MC: My Star
Summary: Ina and Luna take their relationship to the next level.
Warnings: Fluff! So much fluff.
Tag: @samanthadalton @domakir @kulaykape @hellyeah90sbaby @dopeyouth @kwaj05 @thedaft1​ @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @kaitlynliaofanxx (Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed)​
Author’s Notes: Events after the gala in QB Ch 16. Unfortunately, I have been busy with school and work, but I’ve still been writing. I’ve been working on a new series, one that tells about Ina and Luna’s future together. Here’s the start to their future relationship.
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May 3 @5:42 PM
Ina: Hey. I have a little something for you. Do you want to swing by my place and pick it up? Maybe stay for dinner too?
Luna picked up her phone, reading the message. They had been together officially for a few months now, but the gala had in a way halted their progress. It’d been a few weeks since Ina and Luna had truly been together for a date. Conversations through texts and FaceTime calls that lasted well into the night did occur frequently, but nothing of the romance the two had grown used to. Neither one knew how to approach the delicate situation they found themselves in. 
Luna: I’ll be there.
Luna walked quickly to her dorm, grabbing a hoodie. She trudged over to Ina’s apartment and waited patiently on the other side of the door. Ina opened it and gave her that million-dollar smile. 
“Hey,” Luna breathed out, her breath hitching after seeing Ina physically after weeks.
“Luna. You’re looking as radiant as ever. Come inside.”
Ina’s glance to the outside world did not go unnoticed. It was if she was searching for someone watching her. Not finding anyone who caught her attention, Ina closed the door and bolted it as she welcomed Luna inside.
“You know, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“You finished your first year at Belvoire. I think that deserves some celebration.”
Luna looked around, taking in Ina’s apartment once more. Then she smelled it.  She looked around the kitchen and saw the oven light on.
“Is Ina ‘I-Burned-Pasta’ Kingsley cooking?”
“Well, attempting to. I have some chicken in there.”
“Color me impressed. Does that chicken happen to be for me?”
“No,” Ina chimed in, turning around to attend to her food. “It’s for a twin sister you never knew you had that I also happen to be going out with.”
Luna only rolled her eyes at Ina in reaction, but reached forwards to hug her from behind.
“I missed you,” Luna whispered into Ina’s ear.
Ina spun Luna around and stared intensely into her eyes. “And I, you. Our FaceTimes weren’t enough for me. I don’t know what happens next with my future at Belvoire, but I know I want my future with you.”
Ina pressed a kiss against Luna’s temple. The timer went off and Ina pulled the chicken out of the oven.
“Me too. I-” Luna stopped.
Ina stopped and swiveled around waiting to hear those three words. “I…what?” Ina questioned. And how she longed to hear those words uttered from Luna’s mouth. Ina heard them frequently from Lilian and Charlotte, but she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d heard it from a partner. Excluding Luna, it’d been so long since she’d felt that kind of intimacy.
“I…I wonder what we have to accompany this chicken!” Luna diverted.
“Oh. I forgot to tell you. I have some broccoli in there too. Maybe I have some…wait- this went bad.” Ina dumped the rotten spinach in the trash. “Yeah, only broccoli.”
“That’s perfect.”
Soon, Ina placed a full plate in front of Luna and settled beside her. They took their first bite and surprised was only one way to describe the taste.
“This is uh…interes-” Luna remarked as she politely forced herself to swallow a portion of the food.
“You don’t need to-”
“Thanks.” Luna ejected what was left of the chicken from her mouth like it were a toxin.
“So, pizza?” Ina said and sputtered out the chicken. It was bone dry and there was too much seasoning of all sorts. Too many things had been combined.
“Please. No offense.”
“None taken. It’s the thought that counts, no?”
“You’re improving every time I see you cook, so let’s call it progress,” Luna smiled as she patted Ina’s shoulder. She stood up to grab her phone and order pizza.
Ina sighed and flopped on the couch. She so desperately wanted this night to go well. She herself was nervous. Ina had spent the previous nights tossing and turning. It finally had dawned on her that she was in love with Luna. Ever since she met her she’d slowly been falling more and more under Luna’s spell. Now she was completely enraptured by her. The simple facial features that morphed into an infectious smile. The way her nose crinkled when she laughed at Ina’s horrible jokes and witty banter. The way Luna caressed her face as she swept her into a kiss. Everything had been coming together.
“A penny for your thoughts?” Luna asked while she sat down next to Ina indicating she had just gotten off the phone for pizza delivery.
“Just...contemplating everything surrounding us. I’ve come to understand what’s truly important to me, which ultimately boils down to Lil, Charlotte and you of course. I don’t dislike my job, but maybe this is an opportunity for me to try and search for a more research-based career rather than actively teaching.”
Ina stood up, grabbing a small, elegantly wrapped rectangular box.
“I care for you too, Ina,” Luna smiled. “You so did not wrap this by the way.”
“Hey! I’ve gotten better at gift wrapping.”
“Not this good-”
“Oh hush, you. Open it.”
Luna meticulously pulled off the wrapping. Inside was a small framed poster. The poster had a big circle right in its center with some stars in it.
“Ina, this is beautiful. Is this-?”
“The stars on the day we met.”
“I don’t know what to say, babe. It’s...it’s perfect. I love you. I mean, I love it! Yeah! I love it.”
The silence that followed was highly drawn out. Both - who could talk a mile a minute when they were excited or passionately ranting - were dead silent. Ina replayed the moment in her head over and over. Had she heard right?
Luna was more bewildered with herself. She’d been too used to toxic, quickly-ending high school relationships. But as more time passed since she’d let the cat out of the bag, the more she realized that this somewhat spur-of-the-moment confession had more truth in it than anything she’d ever said before. She did love Ina. She loved the way Ina would tell her about her day, getting particularly loud during both the best and worst parts of the day. She loved the way Ina made her laugh or actually kept up with her nerdy discussions. She loved the way Ina would leave anything she was doing if Luna needed something. She loved the way Ina cared for Luna during her stressful finals and tended to her every need. She loved the way Ina balanced her so well. 
But deep down, Luna was scared. Scared of being hurt again. Scared of loving someone who only loved her if she acted in a certain way. But that someone wasn’t Ina. She’d found more of herself through Ina. And she’d found something she deserved in a relationship - a mutual respect.
“Can I crash here? I’m pretty tired.”
“Yes, but Luna...”
“Good night!”
“Wait-”
Ina’s urgency made Luna swivel around and she finally met Ina’s eyes. They were full of admiration, love, happiness.
“Did you mean it, Luna?”
“Mean...what?”
“You know.”
“Well, words are a tricky thing. After all, there’s a whole branch of anthropology that focuses on linguistics. It’s very complex!”
Ina hummed softly. “Yes, well...good night.” Ina pressed a chaste kiss on Luna’s forehead and Luna began to turn around to the bedroom. “I love you, Lu.”
Again, Luna stopped in her tracks. “What?”
“I love you, Garcia,” she grinned. “Come here.”
Luna ran towards Ina as she swept her in her arms. Luna jumped into Ina pressing her lips against Ina’s. Ina carried Luna’s small frame and paraded her around the apartment, often breaking their kiss with more admissions of love.
“I love you, Ina. With all my heart. You know pieces of my past and so I was scared to say it. I know we haven’t officially been together for long, but what I feel for you, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I am...deeply in love with you, however scary it may seem.”
“Read the caption under the stars, my love.”
Quietly, Luna descended from Ina’s arms and picked up the poster she’d just been gifted. Under the stars was a small quote. 
I love you, what star do you live on? - Conrad Aiken 
Ina Kingsley and Luna Garcia
The Day the Stars Aligned. September 6, 2020 | 4 AM | Dreams Diner, New York 
“I love you so much you big nerd,” Luna beamed and wiped away the tears that began forming at the corner of her eyes. “I love you, Ina Kingsley.”
“Sol.”
“Sun? My name, Luna, means moon in Spanish. But I guess I’m your sun too.”
“You are. By the way, I know that, Lu.” Luna gave her a ‘really? are you sure about that’ look. “I am fluent in Spanish thank you very much! I learned it before English!”
“As did I,” Luna retorted.
“Right, well. My middle name. It’s Sol.”
~
A few months later...
“I can’t believe I’m here,” Ina laughed.
“Honestly, same.”
“What? You basically coerced me into coming!” Ina exclaimed. “I thought we were going to the museum.”
“We will after if you’re up to it. And you would’ve come regardless. You love me too much.”
“Touché.”
“Such a little simp.”
“And?”
“No, nothing,” Luna said quickly. She proceeded to whisper simp once again under her breath.
A strong, tatted man opened the dark curtains, letting the establishment soak in the sunlight.
“How can I help you?” he asked.
“We’re here for tattoos!” Luna said happily.
“Yes, well, we are at a tattoo parlor,” Ina retorted.
“Sorry. Don’t mind her. She’s just grumpy all the time.”
Ina made a face at Luna, her brows furrowed in frustration. Just through that look, Luna knew not to pester Ina once more. She gave her a ‘you’re in trouble when we get home’ look.
“You both are willingly getting tattoos?” the man asked. It was definitely more directed towards Ina.
Bashfully, Ina nodded. Never in a million years did she think she’d do this. A tattoo. Jesus Christ. Luna was right. If she pulled out a Merriam-Webster dictionary, she knew she’d find a full page photo of herself next to the word simp - a word they’d specifically added just for her.
“What are you guys looking for? Something small, something big? Something plain, something colorful?”
Who was this man? Dr. Seuss’s son? Ina thought to herself.
“Just something small. Maybe on my hip or something,” Luna answered for the both of them as Ina nodded in agreement.
As fun as this little bonding activity was, both women were professionals. Nothing could be too blatantly obvious. Potentially hypothetically, Ina couldn’t have her students ask her about her new tattoo rather than anthropology.
“Do you guys have any designs you want me to copy?” the man asked as he put on gloves.
“Umm...I didn’t have anything in specific in mind. Maybe her name or something that reminds me of her? A rose maybe?” Luna began rambling as her thoughts took over.
The two women stood aside in silence, pondering what they would get. It was unlike them - they were always prepared for everything.
“Hey, Luna,” Ina turned to face her partner. “Why don’t we get a sun and moon?”
“Aww, Ina,” she smiled.
Goddamn those heart eyes, Ina thought.
“Okay, why don’t you get a moon and I’ll get a sun,” Luna said. “That way I’ll always be reminded of you, and you me.”
“I’d like nothing more, my love.”
And after being called a baby multiple times by Luna and a few blaring yelps - mostly on Ina’s part - they were permanently linked by ink. 
“I love you but I am never ever doing that again, Luna.”
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Married at College
Day 5: Flashcards / Skateboard Word Count: 1097 CW: Food
Virgil ran down the hall, his background bouncing against his back and his small charms flying. He skidded to a stop outside the door he’d wanted and had to backtrack to open the door. His eyes scanned the room for his husband, finding him sitting in the second row toward the window, on the opposite side of the room. “Logan! Logan!” He hissed out, trying to get his attention.
Logan’s head rose from where he’d been bent over the desk, a smile lighting his face when he saw Virgil. Carefully, he weaved through the room to stand by him, class having yet to start. “Yes, dearheart. Did you need something?”
Virgil first leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. “Well, you left a few things at home.” He held out both the lunchbox and flashcards Logan had left at home. “You might want these for later.”
Logan sighed and shook his head softly. “I’d lose my head if not for you.” He reached up to press a quick kiss to Virgil’s lips before taking the proffered items. “Thank you, darling.”
Virgil smiled. “Hey, after we’re both done with classes for the day, do you want to go out for ice cream to celebrate the presentation being over?”
Logan smiled. “That sounds great!”
Virgil nodded before checking his watch. “Oh, shoot. I’ll be late for class if I don’t go now. Bye, babe!”
He started running, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile as he heard Logan’s reply of, “You’re the best, bard of my heart!”
He arrived at his own class only a few minutes before it was slated to begin. His seatmate, Remus, looked over at him as he sat down. “Dude, you’re never late. What kept you?”
Virgil shrugged as he got his supplies out of his bag. “I had to give my genius husband his lunch bag and flashcards.”
“Wait.” Remus held up a hand. “Husband? I didn’t know you were married!”
Virgil chuckled, looking down at his wedding band. “Yeah, it was kind of a spur of the moment kind of thing. Besides, it’s not like we make a big deal out of it. We’re married and live together but we’re just like every other twenty something year old.”
Remus sighed almost dreamily as he gazed at something in the room. Following his line of sight, Virgil realized he was staring at Patton. Virgil smiled, nudging his shoulder. “You need to go talk to him one day, you know.”
Remus shook his head. “I’m good with just admiring from afar. I’m not really looking for any kind of relationship right now.”
Virgil nodded, setting up his notes for the lecture. “That’s entirely valid, my friend.” Their conversation was cut off when the teacher walked in the door and, a few minutes later, the lecture began.
Virgil’s day went by quite quickly after that, one lecture following another, barely giving him time to think between them. By the end of it, he was exhausted but excited to spend time with the love of his life.
Logan met him outside the science building, one of the few where they had classes in. Virgil smiled upon seeing him and ran to hug him. Logan’s arm looped around his waist as they walked down the sidewalk on their way to the car, chattering about their days and the antics of their classmates. Virgil laughed at Logan’s stories and Logan commiserated with Virgil about his complaints and things like that. Soon, they got in the car, their conversation quickly being replaced with Virgil singing at the top of his lungs as he drove. He didn’t know it but Logan looked at him with adoration, as if he were the most beautiful thing in the universe in that moment.
They arrived at the little ice cream parlor that was down the street a ways from the bookshop they loved to go to when they had a little extra cash soon after. Both getting what they wanted, they sat at a little table directly outside and basked in the warm spring sun. It wasn't hot enough for Virgil to consider taking off his hoodie just yet but it was nice enough for him to feel like he was soaking in the warmth from the sun.
He smiled as he ate his ice cream, pinky linked with Logan’s as they sat in silence and enjoyed the other’s company. Life, for them, was simple and wonderful. Virgil munched on his waffle cone and stared at his husband, wondering how he got so lucky to have this man. Logan chuckled.
“What makes you have that expression, darling?”
Virgil startled slightly, his finger squeezing Logan’s. “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.” When Logan raised his eyebrow in the way that told Virgil to go on, he elaborated. “I was wondering what I ever did to deserve you.”
Logan smiled, putting down his cup and reaching out with his free hand to cup Virgil’s face. “You did so many things, and nothing. You were yourself, and that’s all that matters to me.”
Virgil smiled, leaning into his warm palm. “I love you so much.”
Logan chuckled, leaning in. “I know.”
They shared a sweet kiss, tasting of the mix of their ice cream flavors, before finishing the treats and moving back to the street. Virgil looked at his watch before looking at Logan. “Do you think we have a bit of time to browse the books? I’m not saying we’re gonna buy anything, just looking at what they have.”
Logan smiled, unable to resist that thought. “Alright, we’ll go look. But no buying anything! We were planning on going there on Friday anyways.”
Virgil laughed. “I know, darling, I know. Just looking, I promise.”
He kept his word, only browsing the book selection and writing a few down for his TBR. Logan also left the bookstore with a few more names added to his To Be Read list as well. They went back to their apartment after that, both studying for the rest of the afternoon before working together to make dinner and discussing their days again.
“Thank you again for bringing those flashcards, Lightning. I would have probably frozen without them.”
Virgil shook his head, swallowing his bite of pasta. “You wouldn’t have frozen. You probably would have thought of something on the spot and come out with an A. You always do.”
Logan smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. “Thank you, darling. It means a lot to me that you have so much confidence in me.”
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Count Me In (Ethan X MC)
Words count: 3 800 Warnings: none. this is just pure fluff and I like to believe that there are also funny parts. 
Author’s note: I had an idea about the gang roasting Ethan for a long time and Chapter 17 made me write this (set some days after the chapter). It was supposed to be just the gang making fun of Ethan, but in the end I got a little bit carried away and it’s basically Bryce Lahela appreciation post oops
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Getting dressed for their roommates Sunday brunch has been filled with a newfound nervousness this Sunday. Yesterday evening, as Sienna and Aurora were discussing whether they would make waffles or pancakes and Jackie added that Bryce and Kyra would be joining them, so they need to make more of anything that would be served, Elijah subtly nodded towards the girls and then turned to Chiara with a wide grin on his lips.
“We were actually thinking about inviting Dr. Ramsey too, now that you guys are official and everything. We know that Sundays are his days off too.”
Chiara’s eyes widened at the offer, not sure if they were joking or not.
They were not.
And so now she was sitting in her room, ready to eat and drink while also comforting her… boyfriend? Partner? What was he?
Whatever he was, she was comforting Ethan through the phone, secretly smiling at his nervous rambling about the wine he was planning to bring and sweater he was wearing (‘Is it too formal? Or should I wear something more formal? My white Oxford?’)
“Deep breaths, Ethan. Jackie is probably going to stay in her pajamas the whole day, so there really isn’t a dresscode. Just wear whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“Okay. Yes, of course, whatever I am comfortable in,” he muttered, and Chiara could hear Jenner’s barking in the background and then a soft thud, muting the dog’s calling. “I am leaving the apartment now, so I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
As Chiara hung up, she heard new voices coming from the living room, indicating that Kyra and Bryce were already there. She decided to take the chance and talk to her friends before Ethan comes.
After hugging both Kyra and Bryce and helping Sienna set the table, Chiara took a deep breath and said: “Ethan will be here any minute now. Please, please, please guys, be nice to him, okay? He is so nervous, and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.”
Bryce smiled sweetly and nodded, while Sienna replied: “Don’t worry Chiara, we will be nice, stuffing his mouth with the best pancakes he’s ever eaten and smiling politely. No worries.”
“Exactly,” Kyra nodded in agreement. “We would never do anything to embarrass you.”
“Or him,” Jackie added, smiling all too innocently for Chiara to believe a word of what they were saying.
Before she could inquire any further, the soft knock on the front door disturbed them and all she could do was to shoot everyone a deadly glare before opening a door.
“Hey, handsome,” she whispered with a smile as she spotted Ethan standing in the hall. He was wearing a knitted cream-color sweater and dark jeans, a bottle of wine in his hand.
He kissed her softly before stepping into the apartment, trying his best to maintain his usual attitude of composed, distant Dr. Ramsey they all knew.
I am still their boss. I shouldn’t be nervous about having an early lunch with them.
“Dr. Ramsey!” Sienna jumped out of living room before Chiara could even try to calm him down. “We are all so happy you decided to join us. Come in, everything is ready.”
Glancing at Chiara one more time, Ethan moved to the living room, where all of Chiara’s friends have already been seated around large dining table.
The room was filled with sweet aroma of freshly-made pancakes, maple syrup and raspberry jam, whipped cream and coffee. He handed the bottle of wine to Sienna.
“Thank you for the invitation,” he finally said as he sat down on the chair next to Chiara. “The pancakes look delicious. Which one of you is such a good cook? I know for sure it’s not Chiara,” he couldn’t help but tease.
She smacked his arm lightly but didn’t say anything, knowing rather well that Ethan was right.
“Sienna is the best cook and baker of all of us,” Elijah smiled just as Sienna made her way to the table, the bottle of wine already open. “This is hers and Aurora’s work.”
“Yeah, I was even more terrible cook than Chiara when I moved in and ever since Sienna discovered the fact, she’s been giving me private lessons. Today, I’ve learned to make pancakes,” Aurora chuckled.
With everyone seated, they started to fill their plates with pancakes and fruit and chocolate chips, the room filled with sounds of cutlery meeting plates and occasional sipping of wine.
“This wine is really good, Dr. Ramsey,” Jackie nodded in approval. “I never took you for an expert on wine.”
He chuckled softly at that and after swallowing his bite, he answered: “I am not, but I thought you aren’t such big fans of whiskey as I am. Few years ago, it was the last year of my residency I think, I saved the man who owns vineyards in Tuscany and he sends me few bottles of the wine every year, no matter how many times I tell him there is no need to do so. I brought some more, it’s in the trunk of my car. I’ll go grab it.”
Chiara beamed at his words, thankful to her friends for actually sticking to their words and acting nice. Ethan’s hand found Chiara’s knee under the table and he gave it a light squeeze, their own way of communicating without attracting the attention of others.
Another silence followed, however not an awkward one, rather simply comfortable silence between people enjoying the good food and company of each other.
Thank God they are not embarrassing us-
Before she could finish her thankful thought, Bryce cleared his throat and spoke.
“Surely you understand, Dr. Ramsey, that now that you and Chiara are officially together, we need to ask you some questions to make sure that your intentions with Chiara are absolutely pure.”
Ethan swallowed the pancake a little bit harder than he normally would, but he knew how important these people were to Chiara and also how important Chiara was to him, and so he simply nodded.
Meanwhile, Chiara put her fork down loudly and exclaimed: “What the fuck, Bryce?”
She looked around the table only to see all of her friends smiling mischievously and it all clicked.
They invited Ethan for the brunch so that they could roast him. That was also the reason why Bryce and Kyra made sure to come too.
“What? Your mum asked as to do so,” Bryce shrugged.
“No she didn’t,” Chiara shook her head, throwing murderous glances at her so called best friend Bryce Lahela.
“Okay, no, she didn’t, I made that up,” he admitted, grinning. “But I am sure she will be happy to know that your boyfriend passed the test.”
“Just shut up, Lahela. We are leaving,” she gritted her teeth. She could feel her cheeks flushing and hot at the word ‘boyfriend’ that Bryce used so easily. Even she didn’t dare to call Ethan her boyfriend yet!
She turned her head to look at Ethan and to her surprise, he was leaning against the chair, amused smile on his lips.
As he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, he said: “It’s okay, Chiara. I can answer the questions. I am an open book.”
At that, Chiara snorted loudly and murmured: “No you are not.”
“Bring the questions on then, Dr. Lahela,” Ethan nodded in the young surgeon’s direction. “As long as they are not too private, I am pretty sure I can pass your test.”
He wasn’t sure, of course. He was even more nervous than before and all the terrible scenarios ran through his head faster than Jenner ran while hounding squirrel in the park.
But to fake a confidence was his only weapon right now and he made sure to use it.
“Great, I’ll start then,” Bryce smiled even wider and Chiara clenched her hands into fists to not to wipe that smirk off his face. No matter how hard Bryce tried to explain that what they were about to do was for her own good, she knew that her friends stupidly enjoyed the position they were in right now.
Because right now, Ethan Ramsey wasn’t their boss. Right now, he was Chiara’s boyfriend and an intruder in their group and they could tease him and roast him and use all those sarcastic comments he’s been using their whole intern year on them, on him.
She crossed her arms on her chest and waited for Bryce’s question.
“I’ll start lightly, we don’t want to scare you in the beginning after all. We all know you are an outstanding diagnostician – I mean, even I have read parts of the textbook you wrote – and that’s pretty cool, sure. But what are the other things you are good at? Can you dance? Sing? Swim? Can you offer more than just your abilities to diagnose everyone?”
“There’s no ‘just’ in his abilities to diagnose,” Chiara barked at him, the need to protect Ethan stronger than anything else. She couldn’t let them scare him. She knew better then them about his habit of running away when things get too hard or too uncomfortable and right now, the amount of ‘uncomfortable’ in the room was enough even for her to run away.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have too much time to do anything big other than being doctor, the free time is precious commodity for me. Answering your suggestions, I can dance, yes. Singing? Probably not, but I have never had a chance to hear anyone’s opinion as I don’t sing in front people. And yes, I can swim too. Other than that, I like to think that I am rather good cook-“
“Oh, you cook?” Elijah interrupted him. “For how many people do you usually cook?”
“Just myself, usually,” Ethan shrugged, confusion clear on his face. On the other hand, Chiara knew very well where Elijah was heading and despite being terribly angry at them, she had to grin. “Sometimes for two people, when someone comes over for dinner.”
“Do you think you would could cook for, let’s say, eight people?”
“I think I would be capable of doing that, yes.”
“Great! You are welcome to crash in anytime you want and cook anything you would like to for us. I am so tired of living on ramen and plain pasta,” Elijah sighed and at that, everyone let out a short laugh. “However, sorry to disturb you. What else besides cooking?”
“I don’t know. I am good at learning languages, I guess. I speak German, Italian, French, Spanish and at the moment am learning Swedish.”
“Holy crap, that’s a lot of languages,” Kyra whistled under her breath.
“I choose wisely on what I spend my free time on and what occupies my mind. But when I choose something – learning a language, learning a new recipe, dating someone – I make it my priority and I am trying to give my everything into it. I once said to Chiara that I make it my mission to be good at everything I try and so I can assure you that I am willing to try my hardest to be a boyfriend Chiara deserves,” he answered nonchalantly, looking right into Bryce’s eyes at the word boyfriend.
He smiled at Chiara and kissed her temple, while Sienna whispered something like ‘that was so beautiful’ at the same time Jackie muttered ‘that was so sweet I might get cavities’.
“You are doing better than we expected, Dr. Ramsey,” Kyra smiled with devilish spark in her eyes. “But now it’s my turn to ask questions. You made sure to let us know that you, indeed, are capable of bunch of things but there also must be something you cannot do. Something you are seriously absolutely terrible at.”
Chiara couldn’t help it – she was beginning to enjoy this little show. It has probably everything to do with the fact that Ethan was handling the situation so well and wasn’t showing any signs of an escape.
“There is one thing that comes to my mind but Chiara already knows about it.”
“Oooh, so it’s a matter of an… intimate nature? You don’t have to share that, of course.”
Ethan choked on the sip of a wine he was just having and his eyes widened at the obvious misinterpretation of his words. The tips of his ears turned bright red and Chiara – more and more relaxed every minute – had to add her friends that have been viciously laughing at the sight.
“No! Jesus Christ that’s absolutely not what I was saying. I just thought it wouldn’t be important to share as Chiara already knows about it and still decided to give me a chance. But if you must know, I am seriously absolutely terrible at making… pancakes. I never get them right. That’s why I am so impressed by whomever made these,” he gestured at the table, where the rest of pancakes laid.
“I can teach you!” Sienna squealed. “It’s seriously so easy once you get it.”
“I am afraid it will not work, Dr. Trinh. My father tried to teach me, Youtube tutorial tried to teach me and still, my every attempt fails.”
“Please,” Aurora stepped into the conversation. “If she could teach me, she can definitely teach you. Next brunch, you are learning with her and I will be watching,” she grinned.
Aurora was nervous about this brunch. She was excited for Chiara and she was even more excited to enjoy a little bit of fun by teasing Ramsey, but even more she was terrified of what it would feel like to talk to him about anything else but work, knowing that he dated her aunt for six years.
Harper has made it clear, several times, that her time with Ethan has been more about physical attraction and supporting each other’s careers than affection, just as she admitted to Aurora that she knows Ethan Ramsey and she has known that his relationship with Chiara wasn’t simply professional for a long time. When Aurora asked her about her opinion on the new couple, Harper simply smirked and said that she was happy Ethan found someone who could tame his stubbornness.
Knowing that neither Harper nor Ethan felt any kind of hatred, jealousy or anger towards each other, she felt more relaxed about him coming as her friend’s partner. Yet, until this moment, when she teased him herself, about something as mundane as pancakes, she couldn’t get rid of a certain tension in her body.
But now, laughing at his expression as she suggested that he should learn to make pancakes with Sienna, she knew – even without any further investigation – that Ethan was a good man for Chiara.
“Okay, so you can’t make pancakes. Bruh,” Kyra rolled her eyes. “What else? You can’t be good at everything.”
“I am also rather terrible at drawing. Every time I am with a child patient with a broken leg or arm, I just hope they don’t ask me to draw something on their cast. For so many years I refused to draw anything and when they insisted, I tried to draw what they asked me to draw and they were so disappointed. Some of them even cried, that’s how ugly those drawing were,” he chuckled to himself, deep in his own thoughts and memories. “I decided to step it up a little bit a few years ago and after many, many Youtube tutorials, I can now draw a decent cat, dog, princess, car and dragon. So now, there are five different pens in the pocket of my coat and every time a child asks me to draw something on their cast, I pull the pens out and say ‘Okay little buddy, I have a red pen that can draw a nice car. I have a pink one that can draw a princess. I have a blue one for a dog and an orange one, which can draw a cat. And at last I have a green one and that one can draw an impressive dragon. You have to choose one of the pens’. Usually, that does the trick and for the last three years, nobody cried after I finished the drawing.”
He finished with a small laugh and looked around the table, only to find Bryce, Jackie and Elijah grinning, Aurora smiling softly, Sienna wiping her tears with a napkin and Chiara staring right back at him, her eyes filled with so much affection it warmed his heart.
“I wanted to hear something embarrassing and you proved that you are even better man than we expected. That’s not fair, Dr. Ramsey.”
“I think it’s okay for all of you to call me Ethan at this point,” he replied, ignoring Kyra’s compliment. He didn’t want to blush. “I probably won’t even be your attending much longer.”
There was a slight shift in the mood as the weight of his word settled down on them. Edenbrook was doomed and they all knew that the damage was beyond repair at this point, but right now, they didn’t want to talk about that.
Therefore Jackie decided to step in and turned to Ethan: “Okay, Ethan. I know you said you don’t have spare free time, but when you do and you decide not to learn anything, when you just want to relax, if you know what that word means, what do you do? How do you relax?”
“I have a dog which needs to be walked twice a day. I take him with me when I go for my morning run and then I walk with him through the park every evening I can. It makes an hour in my day, but it’s a relaxing hour. When I decide to relax at home, I usually read a book. Historical novels and poetry, mostly.”
Jackie wanted so badly to find something in his answer that she could tease him about, but really, there was nothing. This man was both, pretty impressing and pretty boring.
“You are a successful, famous, rich doctor,” Sienna smiled at him. “So, cards on the table now. What is your weakness? You know, those vices that successful, rich people have? What is it that you can’t resist? Beautiful women? Fast cars? Yachts? Golfing? Watches that cost more than my kidney? Tell us.”
Chiara shook her head in amusement, not expecting that kind of question from Sienna, of all people. However, she was curious too. She knew it wouldn’t be yachts nor golfing, but what are his vices? And so she didn’t even try to salvage him from answering.
“Well, I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a weakness for one particular beautiful woman,” he answered without missing a beat, pulling Chiara closer to him. “Other than that, I don’t think something will come to my mind. Yachts and golf, Christ no. I despise those activities. Fast cars? There might be something about that. I have a dream car, Mercedes C 300. I almost bought it, but it’s sedan and it’s too small for me. There was no space for my legs and getting in and out would be a torture. As my father like to say, I am too tall for my dream car. But I like the one I have now, it’s a reliable car,” he shrugged, not knowing what else to say. Yes, his car was incredibly expensive and probably luxurious, but he bought it because it was elegant and reliable and didn’t attract too much attention.
“If I would have to choose a vice of mine, it would probably be whiskey in the end. Sometimes I surprise myself with how much money I am willing to pay for a good bottle of whiskey.”
“Okay, you are a decent guy with a brain of Tesla and almost as little bad attributes as me,” Bryce sighed dramatically. “Do you at least snore?”
“Okay Bryce, now you are just nosy,” Aurora laughed. “You don’t need to know that.”
“I don’t, but Chiara does! She is going to spend nights with him!”
“I already know that, Bryce,” Chiara rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t.”
Ethan lowered himself so that nobody else but Chiara could hear him and whispered: “But you do.”
She turned to him with her eyebrows raised, the silent question visible on her face.
Are you serious, Ramsey?
“Okay, I guess we should let you go for now. Next time, I’ll be asking about your teenage years, med school parties you attended, if you ever got arrested and the sex positions you prefer,” Bryce grinned, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned into the chair.
“I am not going to discuss the last one with you.”
“So you just agreed to discuss the other topics!”
“No.”
Bryce pouted at him and disappointed, added: “Okay, I won’t bring a marriage and kids up, either. I will probably leave those for Diana.”
“Diana?!” Chiara sang out. “Since when are you on first name terms with my mother, Lahela?”
“It just happened,” Bryce shrugged carelessly, finishing his glass of wine. “I told you the women can’t resist my charm. She is no exception.”
Chiara wanted to make a remark about not needing to know about the charm Bryce used on her mother, but stopped herself when she noticed how Bryce’s face was slightly pink and he still held the empty glass near his lips to hide the fact.
She knew what it was all about. Bryce Lahela was her best friend and knew all about her secrets and problems and also everything about her past. And she knew about his.
When she decided to spend her two free weeks in the summer after her intern year back home, in San Francisco, she invited Bryce to go with her. He agreed gladly and while their fourteen days in Chiara’s house, he became incredibly close with both, her mother and her younger sister Alicia.
For Bryce, Diana Ray was a mother he never had. They called each other at least once a week, he would send her postcards from all of his trips and she would send him presents for Christmas and birthday in return.
For Diana, Bryce Lahela was a son she lost six years ago. Chiara’s brother Liam, along with her father died in a car crash and being with Bryce felt like being with her brother again. And she knew that her mum felt the same way. After all those years, she had a ‘young handsome man’ to call, to care for, to be proud of again.
A pang of guilt found its way into Chiara’s chest as she realized that this whole brunch idea was Bryce’s idea and that it might have been an opportunity to roast Ethan for others, but for Bryce, it was exactly what he said it was. It was making sure that his little sister would be taken care of with the man she chose.
It was making sure that this time, Ramsey wouldn’t break her heart and leave.
‘We need to make sure that your intentions with Chiara are absolutely pure.’
He meant it.
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starryseung · 4 years
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han jisung + smut
request; can i request jisung roommate au which they are both rival word count; 2.7k words warnings; enemies to lovers!au, roommates!au, orgasm denial, semi-public sex
Black Shirt
You drag your heavy suitcase throughout the corridors of your campus, a white sheet of paper with black scribbles made by your friend to guide you through the hostel dangling carelessly between your fingers. She had already found her room, which she shared with a guy; something absurd for your conservative mind.
No doubt, you had guy friends, but you never even thought of sharing a room with the opposite sex, let alone actually doing it. Your new hostel had such a policy though, and they justified it by saying that it would ‘help them come out of their bubble’ and all that. You were anticipated to meet your new roommate, hoping you would click with him soon.
Yeah no, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
Especially when your roommate was going to be Han Jisung; your rival since 8th grade. You didn’t just dislike him, no. You two loathed each other. All the synonyms of hatred combined still wouldn’t be near half of how much you despised him. And unluckily, he ended up being your roommate for the next two years.
There was no turning point in your lives where you just started hating each other. You two were overachievers. Anything one would do, the other did better. Not only did it lead to the growing feeling of distaste in you two, but it also did something good. Put you two into amazing universities in the country. 
But the fact that you two ended up in the same room as well, your friends kinda knew what they were going to be facing soon. 
The second you enter your room, the only thing leaves your mouth is, “What the fuck?!”
Jisung looks at you, snarling and clicking his tongue as he sees you at the doorstep with your red suitcase in hand. You knew where this was leading to, but you liked watching his face turn red in anger. You liked watching his face in general, though.
“You! You followed me here too!” he cried, pointing a finger at you as he stood up, slow steps walking towards you.
“Um, no? This shitty piece of paper brought me here? Also, why the hell would I ever follow a dickhead like you!”
“You know what? Just—”
“Hey there! What’s with all the yelling?” another voice calls from the kitchen. A taller male with blond curly hair walks up to you two, eyebrows quirked up in amusement. He eyes the two of you as he picks up his bowl of cereal, walking round the island top and leaning against it as he digs in his breakfast.
Jisung groans and storms to his room, leaving you and Chan alone.
“I’m sorry, he gets his period once in a while. Do you guys know each other..?” he laughs, swirling his spoon in the white bowl.
“Yeah, we went to the same school for a couple years and stuff—”
“Oh so you’re friends! Tha—”
“No. I hate him. He hates me. He sucks and we’ll hate each other until he dies.” you cut him off, dragging your stuff inside the living room. You hear a ‘You suck more!’ from Jisung’s room, and Chan chuckles. He helps you with your stuff and shows you your room, instructing you about the small details of the place. 
It was time for dinner, and you heard your stomach growl. With a little help from Chan, you were able to almost set up your room by the end of the day, and now you were starving. The delicious aroma of flavor rolls by your nostrils, and you take in a long breath. You place the pile of books neatly where you wanted them, and trudged towards the kitchen, where something was cooked.
You saw Chan and another girl, mindlessly humming and wiggling their hips to some song playing softly, their backs facing you as they cooked pasta. You quietly walk forward, but somehow the girl hears your footsteps and turns around to acknowledge you.
“Hey! You must be Chan’s new roommate! Come, have a seat, dinner’s almost ready!” she squeaks happily, smiling as she returns back to cooking, the loving grin not leaving her lips.
You set up the table and sit down as the girl served the delicious food onto your plate. Chan sits next to you, and the girl sits closer to him. 
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself,” she giggles as you’re about to start eating. 
“I’m—”
“Saerom! Hello~” Jisung exclaims as he trudges out of his room, making his way to the table. He glances at you and pokes his tongue out, but before you can retract, the girl, or Saerom, starts.
“So, I’m Saerom, and I’m Chan’s girlfriend! He told me about you earlier, I hope we can be good friends!” she speaks as you all start eating. You didn’t have heart eyes for Chan, but you didn’t expect him to have a girlfriend. But then on the other hand, he did have the looks and brains to have ten.
“Sure! The food’s great by the way,” you speak mouthful, devouring the best dinner you’ve had in weeks.
You and Jisung act like you don’t know each other, and you keep talking to Saerom and Chan about regular school stuff. You felt Jisung shaking his legs under the table, restraining everything in you to not yell at him to stop. Then again, he might as well be doing it to piss you off.
His leg hits yours— and to be very honest, your whole body was sore from all the work you had done today, and you were exhausted. Jisung’s kick pisses you off even more and you kick him back, trying to be as subtle as possible.
“Yah! Why’d you kick me!” he asks, eyebrows raised and fork shifting in his hands as if one wrong move and he would stab you. 
“Excu— Me? Your dumbass purposely kicked me when I was clearly minding my own damn business,” you counter, pissed off at his audacity.
“I didn’t hit you, I hit the table leg!” he defends, and you scoff, amused if he was being serious or shocked if he was comparing your leg to the table’s.
“Hey hey, now, let’s have a nice dinner, yeah?” Chan muses, grinning as he sees the two of you fighting like preschoolers. You finish off your food, occasionally glaring at Jisung who does the same, and wash off your dishes.
“Thank you so much for today! The food really was delicious,” You compliment, and Saerom and Chan call out a ‘good night’ and ‘thank you!’ as you walk off to your room.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” 
You couldn’t hold in your excitement as you jumped up and down on your bed, hands holding the paper Chan had given you. After weeks and weeks of assessments and projects, you were finally shortlisted into the University’s International Representatives team. It was a huge honor for you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling all these emotions. 
Chan has to hold you by your arms and pull you down when he starts hearing the weak bed squeak under you, afraid that the furniture might break under your actions.
“I’m so happy! Oh my God this has to be the best day of my life.”
“That’s great! Now y/n please go to bed it’s pretty late and you have the interview tomorrow,” Chan sighs, looking up at the clock.
He wishes you night before signing off for the day, heading to his room retiring for the night.
You admire yourself, twirling around in the red pencil skirt and black dress shirt you’d worn for today’s interview. You were totally going to ace this, and nothing could stop you. You hop on into Saerom’s car as she told you she could drop you off for your big day. 
You walk inside the dimly lit restaurant, a fresh smell flowing through your lungs. You feel confidence rush through you once again and you smile, walking into the hall. The receptionist asks you if you needed a reservation or if you were here on invitation. 
“Yeah actually, I’m here on invitation. I’m here for the interview for the University of Seoul.” you reply, tapping your heels on the marble tiles. She kindly directs you to a table not far away, and you thank her before walking towards them.
There was a female teacher you recognized from your lectures, and the other was a random man you’d never seen before. You smile and greet them, sitting in front of them.
“Good evening, y/n! How is your day going,” your teacher smiles, shuffling through some papers. You talk about some basic daily events, possibly to get you to be comfortable with them. 
“So we’re waiting for another student, so when he arrives, we’ll— here he is! Welcome,”
You turn to look at who the student was and your jaw almost drops down. It was, of course, Han Jisung. Of course, he was here too, ready to ruin this for you as well. He looks at you with a blank stare, eyes immediately dropping down to your exposed thighs. You turn back around, mentally crying at what you thought was going to happen.
“Great! So we’ll start off with the interview now. We’ve seen your reports, and we’d like to hear from you, how would you tackle situations based on international conflicts...”
So far you've done pretty well. You couldn’t deny, Jisung was a good speaker as well; he almost impressed you with his answers. You noticed how his eyes close up to crescents when he would smile widely, the small grin everlasting on his face. His honey skin basked under the glow of the yellow lights paired up with the soft sunset glow from outside the restaurant. 
His hand rests on your right thigh and you snap out of your daze, shifting your eyes back to the teachers assessing you. All your attention which was on them snaps when you feel the hand on your thigh rise higher and higher. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin where his fingers touched.
At this point, the two older professors at the other end of the table are busy discussing something among themselves, and you can’t really excuse yourself from this mishap. Jisung’s fingers rise higher and higher, and he briefly looks at you and you slowly nod, approving his actions. He gladly moves ahead, smirking as his fingers are dangerously close to where you wanted him the most.
He feels the lacey material of your panties on his fingers and decides to tease you, running his fingers up and down the damp fabric that stuck to your folds uncomfortably. You slowly grip his wrists, signalling him to work his way quickly without the teasing.
He smirks at your eagerness, pushing your panties aside and prodding his fingers at your hole, using your slick to coat his fingers. You sigh softly, clenching your fists under the table. He pushes his index finger inside, slowly thrusting in and out of your hole. You bite your lip to hold back any sounds as his finger curls inside you. He maintains his steady pace pumping his fingers, his ring touching your walls every now and then making your toes curl. 
He adds in two more fingers at once and you almost yelp, stomach churning in pleasure. Your walls clench around his fingers and he continues his sinful actions underneath the table. He places his thumb over your clit, pressing down on the nub. You feel your high approaching, legs bouncing up and down as his fingers keep thrusting your leaking hole. You’re about to let go the knot, when—
“Thank you for spending your time with us, students. We’ll talk about this in the next few days. I’ll keep contact…” and the rest of the words spoken by your professor are a haze as frustration of your lost orgasm takes over. You force a smile, bowing and thanking the older for their time. Fixing your skirt, you and Jisung walk out of the restaurant. You rush ahead of him, and he follows close by. He opens the door of a cab, motioning you to sit inside before himself plopping in, directing the driver to take you to the dorms.
The ride back is extremely quiet, and all you think of is having sex with Jisung.
Luckily, Chan and Saerom were out for a study date, so you had the whole room to yourselves. Just as the door clicks open, Jisung pushes you inside along with him, locking it shut before pressing you up against the door. 
“Fuck y/n, you look so hot in that dress,” he moans, grinding his hips onto yours. You turn your head back, moaning at the feeling of his lips latching onto your neck, his clothed member grinding against your wet heat.
“Plea— Please Jisung, just fuck me already,” 
He unbuttons your dress shirt, tossing it onto the floor before pushing his lips against yours. You moan at the plush feeling of his lips on yours, teeth biting your bottom lip. He licks your lip and pulls away, breathing heavily. There’s a tug on your wrists, followed by Jisung pulling you to your room. 
You quickly skim out of your pencil skirt, watching Jisung as he unbuttons his shirt. He walks towards you and you lie down on your bed as he crawls up to you. He leans down to kiss your shoulders and you feel his hard-on on your thigh. You arch your back as he goes lower and lower on your body, kissing and nipping at your skin.
He knows Chan won’t be out for long, and so doesn’t waste too much time foreplay-ing. He pulls down your panties, harshly rubbing his fingers on your cunt. You yelp as his nimble fingers spread open your folds. All you hear in the room is his breathing and your soft noises, paired with the soft wet noises his fingers make in your cunt.
He prods his fingers at your hole, circling at your folds. You whine at his tease, bucking your hips in his grasp. He chuckles breathily before pushing two fingers in at once, curling them upwards to hit the spots that had you moaning in no time. Innumerable curses and groans leave your lips as Jisung pumps his fingers in and out of you just like he had done in the restaurant.
His silver ring touches your walls and you shiver, your action not going unnoticed. He draws his fingers from your convulsing hole, bringing down the cold ring on your clit and pressing it gently. You whine at the sweet pleasure coursing through your veins due to the stimulation, your vision turning blurry from the tears in your eyes.
He licks his lips before removing his dick out of his boxers, pumping it a few times and rolling on a condom before pushing it into you. You grip the sheets tightly as he enters inside slowly, filling your walls deliciously. He wasn’t too big, but was of perfect girth and size to satisfy you.
He is balls deep in you, and he feels his head spin as your walls squeeze around him. He places his hands on either side of your head, making eye contact with you and kissing your jaw.
You feel him slowly pulling out with a whine, before slamming in gratingly. You scream as he sets a quick pace, thrusting in and out of your tight hole. You clench around his length and you both moan at the tight feeling in your abdomen. Your head spins as you reach your high, Jisung’s pace slowing down as well. His thrusts reach deeper in you, finger drawing rough circles on your clit.
You release around him, your warm orgasm coating his dick. You both moan at the sensation, Jisung following soon after. He comes hard, filling up the plastic. He stays that way for a moment, plopping himself on you. 
You hear the front door unlock, Chan’s voice booming through the halls.
“I’m home!”
Fuck. Your black shirt was still out on the floor.
a/n; i’m kinda pissed with how this turned out lmao jsdhjs ALSO my series is in progress! i’ll start publishing it when all my requests are done :)
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volgdemagischewinx · 2 years
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Oh I'm generally into the whole Riven x Darxy was a real relationship thing. I feel like a lot of abusive relationships in media only ever show abuse. Which is fine in a way that yes they shouldn't be romanticized, but also a lot of abusive relationships aren't constant torture/abuse 24/7. Sometimes the victims don't feel victimized 24/7, sometimes the abuser will genuinely do nice things for the abused, humor them even with things they personally aren't thrilled about. Sometimes the abuser does care for the abused, they just are also an abusive ass. Which isn't a defense of them. The relationship like that should 100% end. But presenting abusive relationships as only abuse can confuse people who are in abusive relationships but it also has parts where it feels good and safe.
Sooo yea. Darcy going on protests with Riven. Letting him pick where they're gonna eat because he's insanely pretty. Letting him get away with being bitchy when he's in a bad mood. It's legit.
So your idea for a slower paced animated reboot is great. Especially if it builds up Riven and Darcy in a real relationship, because it is also a great contrast to the winx and their boos since they all are just in a talking stage, meanwhile Riven and Darcy are in an actual committed serious relationship, at the stage where you don't invite Darcy to a party, you invite DarcyAndRiven. It's not "is riven going to be there?" it's "are RivenAndDarcy going to be there?" she goes to Red Fountain to watch open training, he chills in the CT library while she's in class. And then it all comes crashing down.
I also have a HC that Riven has several friends in CT that he made while waiting around for Darcy. Like Trix are somewhere and he's waiting in the dorm livingroom and ends up eating dinner with their roommates.
... Bonus points if they're seniors (duh) like the Trix but also like, the nerds of the school. Not really conventionally attractive, not social outside of their little circle, just a bunch of weirdos who are also academically inclined, and you have a scene like in Big Bang theory where they're discussing a possible breakthrough in... Potion making or something, and witch X is like "NO! DON'T TALK ABOUT IT IN FRONT OF HIM!" "What why?" "He's gonna steal our idea! What if that is his long term plan? Steal one of our patents and make a fortune for himself?" "Riven's not gonna steal our patent-" "Oh yea? Well why else would THIS insanely attractive model guy spend his Friday night with us!"
Riven, eating their pasta "You know if Darcy had anything other than booze in her mini fridge I wouldn't have to take this"
"there's your answer free food"
Agreed. I think the inclusion of abusive and/or toxic relationships that aren't just 200% awful in media can add a lot to the story. Nowadays it can often feel like romantic relationships in fiction exist either as an endgame to root for or as an obstacle to hate on. I blame the thin line between creator and audience that exists as a result of social media. Imo relationships like Driven work best when they're clearly portrayed as unhealthy but there's enough good parts shown that you still find yourself kind of sad when everything inevitably falls apart. It can also work well as a humanizing factor for a character like Darcy. So yes, I agree. A reboot taking the time to build up the relationship properly could be really great
Also I love your idea about him actually bonding with the students at CT! It would be a good way to show it being not just an evil school a little faster than the show originally did, and it could add to Riven wanting to help Griffin and her students escape. I could also see him interacting with Lucy and Mirta from time to time to connect his subplot to theirs
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writercole · 3 years
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Mel Brooks & Nightmares
A/N: Consider this extra chapter a Christmahanakwanzivus gift, guys. I know I said this was going to return to a normal viewpoint but it is reader’s pov. This chapter has grown exponentially since I started writing it. I’m aiming for much longer chapters now, around 4k words or so per. Thanks to TFW3.0, @cajunquandary​ and @thinkinghardhardlythinking​, for the continued beta’ing, suggestions, comments, and support. I legit wouldn’t be writing without the two of them being as supportive as they are. 
A/N 2: Playlist is live! It’s still a WIP but I will be going back and listing each song that corresponds to each chapter. Sometimes it’ll just be a song title or chorus that works for the chapter, sometimes it’ll be more. The final few songs are NOT ON THERE so that the ending isn’t spoiled. I’m...a little protective of that. TFW3.0 doesn’t even know how it ends, and they’ve been betaing for me.
Warnings: 18+ under the cut, light smut discussion, Discussion of trauma, discussion of dubcon and noncon, soft!dean, Southern stubbornness (trust me, that’s a warning), discussion of absent parents and dead parents, *SPOILER* stalkery note
Credits: @firefly-graphics​ for the divider, my two wonderful betas, and my sounding board @that-one-gay-girl​.  Corresponding song: Blackbird by The Beatles; Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes. Incoming texts are bolded, outgoing are italicized.
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Dean and I texted throughout the day Thursday and Friday. I was surprised when he texted me fairly early Friday evening. I thought he had plans? Maybe they fell through.  When he told me that he couldn’t have a date on Friday because he already had plans, my heart sank. I was hoping that the fact that he asked me on an actual date meant he wanted to move past the no strings thing that we were doing. I tried not to dwell on it. Even if he’d had a date with a woman, it was still before 9 PM on a Friday. It couldn’t have gone well.
We texted until about 2 AM. He was kind enough not to push me about what happened over last weekend. We chatted about movies and books, tv shows and music. Things we didn’t really do over our “no strings attached” arrangement. We met at a bar for christs sake. We both knew what this was expected to be. I never learned his last name, his occupation, nothing. Just that he liked whiskey neat, was a switch in bed, and was the best sex I’d ever had. 
When I woke up mid-morning on Saturday, I was excited and nervous. I busied myself with adulting - household chores, grocery shopping, paying bills. The date I had planned was quite simple - just having a home cooked meal, hanging out, and watching movies. Oh, I hope he likes pasta. Probably should have asked about food last night.
My adulting got me all the way to 4 PM. I was quite proud of that. I showered and got into comfy clothes, my black leggings and oversized Old Navy sweater, then started cooking. Spaghetti Bolognese is one of my specialties. It’s also incredibly easy. As I was popping the garlic bread into the oven, I heard a knock on the door. 
I opened the door to find Dean standing there with a bouquet of multicolored daisies. He was, at least, dressed comfy. Gray sweats and a black tee, despite the chill in the air. “Hey, Y/N. These are for you.”
“Hey, Dean. Thanks. Come on in!” I sidestepped and let him into the foyer. I closed the door and padded back to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. Dean followed close behind.
"Something smells great. Wait - you cook?" He seemed surprised. Like he didn't meet a whole lot of women who cooked.
"Yeah, I love cooking. It relaxes me. Simple meals are great but then again, with the right mindset, everything is simple." I turned to grab the garlic bread out of the oven. "Everything is just about ready. I just have to drain the pasta and toss it in the sauce." Before I could set the garlic bread down on the small table, Dean was taking the pasta over to the sink and pouring it in the strainer I left out. I just stood back and watched as he took the pasta back over to the stove and tossed it in the sauce. 
"I was supposed to be making you dinner this week. Yet, here you are finishing everything off." I smirked at him as I grabbed two pasta bowls from the cabinet and handed them over while moving to grab forks.
"Sorry. I just have the habit of doing what needs to be done." Dean plated the spaghetti and carried it over to the table, choosing side by side seats as opposed to opposite ones. "It’s got me where I am. No one seems to call me on it though. They all just let me handle everything."
I took a sip of wine while Dean took his first bite. I swear it sounded like an orgasm. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was. He moaned, tipped back his head, closed his eyes.
"I take it that means you approve?" I asked with a lift to my eyebrow.
"Sweetheart, this is amazing. I've never tasted anything this delicious. Present company notwithstanding.” He retorted with a wink and a smirk. I giggled and looked down at my food, choosing to address his comments from earlier.
“What pushed you to be the one to take charge and get everything done?” I twirled some pasta around my fork and took a bite, meeting his eyes. They were slightly less vibrant after the question. I immediately regretted asking it. “You don’t have to answer that if it’s not a comfortable topic.”
“No, it’s fine. Um. It was just me and my mom when I was growing up. My father split before I was born and I just started doing things so that Mom didn’t have to when she got home from work. My father found us when I was about 15. He had another family, wife, kid, all of it. We had a rocky relationship afterward. He died when I was 20. His wife, too. Mom was kind enough to take the kid in for a couple years but by then I was halfway through my degree and Mom told me to stick it out. I still found ways to help from halfway across the country.”
“I’m sorry to hear all of that. Truly. But I can’t say I dislike who it’s made you.” 
Dean blushed a little at that. He recovered quickly though, and asked a question of his own. “So how’d you end up here in Forest Hill?”
“I grew up here. This is - was - my parents house. They passed away a few years ago. My friends have become my family now. Charlie and Claire grew up here, too, and Meg followed us home like a lost puppy from college. Do not ever tell her I said that. She will murder me.” I said with a laugh. “So how did you end up here? You don’t seem like a down-home boy and I know I’d remember seeing those green eyes.”
“I was offered a position at an oilfield company right out of college. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I loved the area but hated the job. So I quit and used some of the money my father left me to start up a little real estate business. Mom followed me down here. She said she had some people who could offer her a job in her field and that she was tired of the snow in South Dakota.”
“Well, I’m glad your mom came down. It meant you stayed instead of heading up north,” I said with a hand on his arm before getting up to start clearing the dishes. Dean rose as well, carrying his dishes into the kitchen himself.
“Dean, you don’t have to do that,” I told him as he was reaching to start washing the dishes.
“I told you, I get things done.”
I scoffed at that. “I’m sorry, but you’re my guest and where I come from guests aren’t responsible for cleanup. Refill your wine glass and go pick a movie.” I shooed him from the kitchen and started washing the few items in the sink. I may have also downed a half glass of wine before pouring another. 
I walked into the living room, wine glass in hand, to find Dean staring at the floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with books, movies, cds, and vinyls. “Impressive, isn’t it?” I asked, breaking him out of his trance.
“Sure, we’ll go with impressive. I’ve never seen some of these albums in person. I can’t believe you have The White Album. How did you manage to get your hands on that?”
“I could tell you. But then I’d have to kill you.” I managed to keep my voice even and my face stoic for only a few seconds before breaking out in giggles. The disbelief on Dean’s face was more than worth it. “That particular one was my grandmother’s, actually. It’s an original pressing, too. Serial number is like 350 or something ridiculously low.”
“That’s incredibly cool. But um, I didn’t pick a movie. I was too entranced with your music collection.” Dean actually looked a little sheepish about that.
“Oh good. That means we get to watch my favorite. House rules.” I grinned while I reached for a DVD on a high shelf. “Young Frankenstein starring Gene Wilder.”
“Wait, you have this incredible collection of original vinyl AND you’re a Mel Brooks fan? You’re entirely too good to be true.” 
“I’m sure I have some flaws that you haven’t noticed yet. This is only our second date, after all.”
“I seriously doubt that, sweetheart.” The sincerity in Dean’s eyes made my heart flutter. “Come on, let’s watch Marty Feldman’s hump gag.” Dean made his way to the couch while I put the disc in.  When I turned around, he had taken a seat in the middle of the couch. Well, guess I was sitting next to him, then. I chose the right side, sitting close to him, but not quite touching. By the time Frankenstein made it to the castle, I had scooted closer and put my head on his shoulder. 
As skittish as I was on Wednesday, Dean’s reassurances, along with an emergency visit to my counselor, had tamped that down to a manageable level. So when Dean slid his arm around me, I was okay. And when he leaned in to kiss me, I was okay. But when things got a little heated and he moved to lay over me, I panicked. 
Shoving Dean away, I got up and started pacing. “Dean, I’m so-”
“Sweetheart, stop. I’m not mad. I pushed knowing you had something happen recently.” That made me stop in my tracks and look at him. “I’m sorry I pushed you when you’re not ready.” Dean got up and made his way over to me. Putting his hands on my arms and stooping a little to look me in my eyes, he said “I really care about you and I’m willing to wait as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
I know it wasn’t his intention, but guilt settled in my chest at that phrase. “I care about you, too, Dean. I hate that this is how I am right now. It’s not like sex with you would be new! That ship sailed months ago. I just...I can’t…” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I don’t know when I’ll be ready for that again.”
“I told you, I’m not going anywhere. And I really want to ask what happened, but I won’t. You’re upset enough already. Let’s finish the movie. Look, the Constable is throwing his darts.” Dean led me back to the couch and I cuddled back into his side. 
We finished the movie in a comfortable silence. When it was over, Dean said he was going to head home.
“You don’t have to rush off. We could watch another movie or something?” I offered with a smile.
“I know. But if I stay any longer, I won’t want to leave and I have some things to do tomorrow. I’ll call you, though.” Dean gave me a kiss on the forehead before leaving.
I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my bedtime routine. I came back to the bedroom to a text from Dean. My stomach did a very happy little somersault and my lips curled into an involuntary smile.
>Good night, sweetheart.
<Good night, Dean.
I crawled into bed still smiling. It didn’t last long as once I fell asleep, I was plagued by nightmares of Sam. Sam in my house. Sam holding me down. Sam forcing himself on me. I woke up screaming and panting, with a cold sweat all over my body. I checked the locks on the doors, made sure the curtains were closed, and headed back to bed. Sleep eluded me for the rest of the night. I got out of bed around dawn in search of coffee. I may as well get my day started. It was going to be a long one.
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Sunday was my usual day of adulting but since I did all of that yesterday, Sunday was a day of rest. At least until my best friend showed up at my door with mimosas and brunch.
Meg was a loud, boisterous blonde who was a fierce, protective friend. I met her during college and we clicked almost immediately. She even fit in well with Charlie and Claire, my friends from high school, and we all became best friends. When we graduated from LSU, we all moved back out to Texas together. We still hang out often, despite girlfriends, boyfriends, work, and hobbies.
"Meg!" I exclaimed when I opened the door. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you mentioned you had a date last night and I couldn't wait to find out what happened." She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
"Well come in, then. Where are Charlie and Claire?"
"Charlie is working and Claire is off with her girlfriend."
"Oh just us then? You get all the gossip first!"
We sat in the living room and had our  brunch and a few mimosas before the interrogation began.
"Alright, spill. Who and what has you so distracted as of late? You even took off of work on Monday. You’re basically Leslie Knope. You don’t take off. So. Spill.”
“Ok well that has two different answers there. Do you want who has me distracted or why I took off work on Monday?”
“Y/N you tricky bastard! It’s two men! LOOK AT YOU!”
“Meg it’s not like that. Ugh. What do you want to hear about first?”
“Ummm. Gimme the work excuse.”
“Ok, fine. So...Sunday. Something. Happened before church. You know how I told you about Father Sam?”
“The confessional BJ. Hell yes.”
“Well, I went to his office to tell him that I wouldn’t be the one who broke his vows and caused him to lose his priesthood but he said he didn’t care. So we started getting together and he was fingering me and had tied my hands up with his shirt so I didn’t touch and his deacon interrupted.” I took another drink of my mimosa before continuing. “He um. Took out some ties and tied my leg and already bound hands to his couch and then gagged me after edging me. Left for a while to do confessions then came back in, got me off thanks to biology being a bitch, put a remote controlled vibe in my fucking pussy, then left again to do mass and edged me the whole. Fucking. Time.”
“I’m still waiting on the something that made you take off work.” Meg said.
“I’m getting there, you kinky bitch. As if the non-consensual restraint and the edging weren’t bad enough.” I rolled my eyes before continuing. “He held me down and ate me out - WITHOUT ME WANTING HIM TO, MEG MASTERS - before he forced himself into my asshole, spanked me with his belt, and came inside my ass. Again, without me wanting him to. Then was entirely cold when he cleaned himself up and basically yelled at me to get my shit and get out.” I finished another mimosa before looking at her. 
She was stunned. I stunned Meg Masters into silence. It took a few more moments before she could verbalize her thoughts. “He what?! HE WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?! I’M GONNA KILL HIM.” She started pacing and talking so fast I could barely make out her words. “You only took one day off? How are you handling it? I’m still gonna kill him. Have you seen him again? Are you going to report him?” 
When she finally took a breath, I reminded her that there was something else she wanted to know. That got her to stop pacing and sit back down, concern and rage still etched on her face. 
“Remember that guy I met a few months ago. The one from the bar I did the no strings thing with?”
“Oh green-eyed hottie! Wait - you’re still doing the thing with him? YES GIRL!”
“Yes, Meg. I mean, I was. Anyway. I didn’t answer his messages or calls until Tuesday. I just...I couldn’t. But I talked to him Tuesday. He actually took me on a date Wednesday. It was...Meg, he took me out to a lake. He’d made dinner and packed it as a picnic. We ate and star-gazed. It was perfect. Until I freaked out when he touched my hand unexpectedly. I had to explain that it wasn’t him but that something happened that freaked me out. He was okay with it. I did my therapy session on Thursday, Dean had plans on Friday but he was texting me before 9 PM. We texted till 2 AM. And our date last night I made dinner and we watched a movie and kinda made out on the couch. And I was okay! Until he moved to take it further. And was laying on top of me and I kinda freaked out again.”
“First of all, it’s totally normal that you freaked out after what happened to you. I still want to kick his ass, but I’ll wait. Secondly, it sounds like...you’re attaching some strings there.”
“We haven’t really talked about it, actually.” I looked down and started fidgeting with my fingernails. “We did admit that we cared about each other last night but I don’t know. Is it too fast?” I looked back up at her with a hesitancy she’d never known me to have.
“Y/N, it’s not too fast. You’ve known this guy for months -”
“Not really! I still don’t know him well. I mean, I know his name is Dean, he appreciates good music and better whiskey, he can cook, his mom was a single mom for the majority of his life, he met his dad for the first time when he was 15, has a sibling, owns a real estate business. Oh, and his last name is Smith.”
Meg snorted at that. “Smith? Really? Are you sure that’s his last name? Sounds super fake to me.”
"I. I mean that's what he said. Should I Google him?"
"Yes. But later. You've slept with this guy. Tell me about it." Meg wagged her eyebrows. "And spare no detail."
The next hour was spent talking about Dean’s bedroom prowess, his cock, his magic fingers, and his magnificent tongue. Meg was nothing if she wasn’t good at distractions.
"I need a man like that. He have any friends?"
I laughed at that. "I'll ask."
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After Meg left, I cleaned up the little bit I had then popped in a movie and sat down with a cup of cocoa. I had just hit the scene where Clevon Little shows up in Rock Ridge, when my doorbell rang. I opened the door and cursed when I didn’t see anyone. As I was turning to close the door, something on the mat caught my eye. Bending down, I picked up a single red rose with a note addressed to me in a neat handwriting.
I was thinking how strange it was that Dean would take the time out of his day to drop something off and not stick around. But after our two isolated dates this week, I wasn’t sure what was going on. I knew we had to talk about it but I didn’t want to be the one to bring up the conversation. I sent him a picture and a thank you text. It didn’t take long for him to respond.
>That wasn’t me, sweetheart, but I’ll take the credit if it makes you feel better.
<It wasn’t you? Then who was it?
>You didn’t open the note?
Yeah, I was a dumbass. I opened the envelope and pulled out a single piece of cardstock with a neatly written note. It read “I know you were with him this week. You should be with me. You WILL be with me.”
I immediately called Meg. This is the kind of thing she was good with and I was in a damn panic. “Meg, I got this rose and I thought it was Dean and I texted him and it wasn’t and there was a note and it’s creepy and -”
“Jesus, Y/N. Breathe, okay? I caught all the words but you still have to breathe. I can’t revenge kill if you’re dead. Breathe and tell me what it says.”
I took a deep breath and read the note to her. She agreed that it was creepy but told me that one weird note could just be a coincidence and that I had no reason to be suspicious of anyone at this point. I had no exes that were obsessive or possessive and literally anyone could have seen Dean at my house this week. 
“Probably just someone who thinks they’re being funny. No names were mentioned or anything. Don’t react any more to it than you have so far. You don’t want to encourage them.”
“Okay. You’re probably right. I don’t want to encourage them. I don’t think I’m going to throw anything out but I think I’m going to be a bit more cautious. Please don’t tell Charlie and Claire. Claire will push Charlie to do her IT thing and then I have to bail all of you out of jail and I’d rather it be just you arrested.”
“Fine.” I could tell she wasn’t happy with the arrangement. Meg was a fiercely loyal friend, though, and wouldn’t push boundaries if no one was actually in danger. “But we’re having a girl’s night Friday. 8 PM. Rocky’s. I’ll handle the C’s.”
“Whatever you say, Meg.”
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phantom-curve · 3 years
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Mads I have to be annoying and send you another one of those prompts 😂 Platonic Alex & Reggie with "liberosis - the desire to care less about things"!
this was not the first prompt you sent in, but I had way too much fun exploring this dynamic and I couldn't resist doing this one before the others! set in the gimme a chance AU, please enjoy this deleted scene that takes place after chapter 4 ft. Alex and Reggie being completely Over It™️
liberosis - the desire to care less about things (Rated T+ for language and some slightly suggestive wording about Luke and Julie's relationship)
“Okay so like, we’re in agreement that this is just a weird thing we’re not gonna talk about, right?”
It was late. Alex had stumbled home from work completely drained and exhausted around 10 pm and Reggie had apparently been waiting up to have this conversation, work clothes still on, fingers restless as they twisted together in front of his body where he sat propped up against the couch, TV turned low and forgotten behind him. For a second, Alex wasn’t exactly sure what Reggie was talking about. And then he remembered it was Sunday. Which meant yesterday had been Saturday. And all of the stupid Luke drama he had been trying to ignore came flooding back.
“No, we’re not gonna talk about it,” Alex said firmly, meeting Reggie’s concerned gaze with a look that he hoped translated into I will literally talk about anything else but this right now. “Total radio silence as far as I’m concerned.”
“Cool, okay. Glad we’re on the same page.”
Reggie’s head dipped and bobbed as he nodded his agreement. Alex let out a sigh of relief as he hunched over to slip his work shoes off and stack them on the rack by the front door. Then, the air seemed to grow thick with some sort of unspoken tension. Alex felt it press against him like an old, uncomfortable sweater, itchy and oppressive against his chest. When he straightened once more, Reggie was waiting to meet his gaze head on. Clearly, they were gonna talk about it.
“I’m not alone in thinking it’s like...kinda weird, right?”
Alex sighed, the action bone deep and heavy in a way that only Luke’s shenanigans could make him feel. Reggie wasn’t wrong. It was kinda weird that Luke had been hiding this whole Julie thing from them. It was kinda weird that Luke had managed to pull it off at all, actually. The boy was not known for his subtlety. He had very clearly struck out with Julie the first time around, and yet somehow, he had managed to draw her back in. Alex could tell by the way Luke had stuttered and stammered over the whole thing the night before that he had been trying to keep it lowkey. As if that boy even knew the meaning of the word. Case in point: he hadn’t been able to play it cool for 5 seconds once she had started ignoring him.
“Yeah, Reg, it’s definitely kinda weird.”
“Oh, good, I’m really glad I’m not the only one who feels that way about it. Ya know, when I first figured it out, I was like, ‘okay maybe it’s just a one-time thing.’ But it’s not a one-time thing. Definitely not. And I just like...don’t understand why he isn’t talking about it? Why is he trying to pretend its no big deal? It’s obviously a big deal.”
Alex desperately wished he could go back in time and take Willie up on his offer to spend the night tonight if only to be able to avoid this uncomfortable word vomit that Reggie didn’t seem capable of stopping. If there was ever a can of worms that didn’t need to be opened, it was this one, focused on Luke’s love life and his interactions with Julie, and what all of that meant in the grand scheme of things. Alex did not have the time or patience to truly get into this right now, he really didn’t. Except Reggie was looking at him so expectantly, as if Alex would reach into his fanny pack and pull out a booklet of answers, and so he also couldn’t just leave the poor guy to obsess alone.
“Okay, so we’re gonna do this, yeah? We’re gonna talk about it? Lemme...lemme just like get some sweats on and make some dinner, okay?”
Reggie let out a deep breath that Alex hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“Yeah. Yeah, whatever you need, Lex.”
Alex didn’t dawdle. This was not a conversation that was going to go away or be dismissed. Reggie needed to talk it out, and honestly, now that he thought about it, Alex kind of did, too. And not to someone like Willie who would grin and say, “can’t stop true love hot dog, gotta let them ride that wave and figure out if they’re gonna sink or swim on their own” and act all blasé about it. He needed to talk about it with someone like Reggie who, just like Alex, was in the unique position of being friends with Flynn and Carrie (which meant knowing just enough about Julie to have an idea of exactly why she would be so appealing to Luke) as well as being one of Luke’s brothers (which meant knowing him better than he knew himself sometimes). Together, they might be able to figure out if the two would be like oil and water or more like fire and gasoline. Reggie was the only person who could have that kind of discussion with him, so yeah, they were doing this.
Alex made quick work of cleaning off in the shower and switching his work clothes for sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. Reggie was still waiting on the couch, staring at the tv but not actually watching whatever was playing out on the 32-inch screen. He had managed to change out of his clothes and into some Star Wars themed pajamas though. Alex skirted around the couch edge so he could press a quick, reassuring hand against Reggie’s scalp as he made his way into the kitchen. Reggie’s eyes moved away from the screen to track his movements. Alex might be the one with anxiety, but Reggie needed more reassurance when it came to things that might end with his family falling apart in one way or another. Alex wasn’t about to let him get so worked up that he convinced himself this would be catalyst that ruined everything.
“Honestly, Reg, what are we even supposed to do here? You know he’s gonna keep seeing her no matter what we say.”
Alex tried to open the conversation gently, eyes fixed on his bowl as it revolved in circles inside the microwave. Reggie didn’t answer at first, not until the beep of Alex’s food being finished rang out in the small apartment. When he did speak, he sounded partly apologetic and partly resigned.
“I don’t know. I know I probably should have said something after last week but...he just seemed so happy. I didn’t wanna mess it up for him. But last night was weird and it didn’t feel good. I’m worried Luke’s on a one-way path to destruction and I don’t know if it’s gonna be because of Julie or because of Flynn.”
Alex tried not to let his face fall into his freshly warmed bowl of pasta as he pulled it from the microwave. He really, really did not want to think about the ways that Flynn would rip Luke to shreds when she found out what had been going on behind her back. He had learned two things about the pint-sized firecracker in the year or so that he had known her: don’t mess with Carrie and don’t mess with Julie. Luke had already kinda fucked up on one of those counts. He wasn’t super thrilled thinking about what her reaction might be when she discovered he had been messing around with the second one, and in a much bigger way, too. He turned to face Reggie, forced himself to soften his own anxiety when he caught sight of the nerves etched out in harsh lines across the bassist’s forehead. Deep breath in, deep breath out just like his therapist had taught him.
“Flynn is gonna react however she’s gonna react. We can’t control that. She’s gonna have Julie’s back no matter what so all we can do is watch out for Luke.”
Reggie was nodding along in agreement, features smoothing out now that there was something of a plan for him to follow. Alex swung himself onto a barstool, bowl in front of him as his mind turned over and over all the millions of ways this thing between Julie and Luke could go south. Reggie moved off of the couch, hesitating for just a moment before he walked over to lean against the island in the kitchen where Alex was doing his best not to spiral.
“I think he likes her. Like...like likes her.”
Reggie’s voice was quiet, like he was sharing some secret he had been sworn to silence over. Alex turned to look at him again, not entirely sure he wanted to believe it.
“Dude, we’re not in middle school. You hook up with people all the time and it never means more than a night of shared passion. Luke can do the same thing.”
The look Reggie leveled his way was nothing short of disbelieving, eyebrows raised so high they had practically disappeared into his hairline. Alex kinda had to hand it to him there. He didn’t really believe Luke actually could pull off a casual relationship, especially not with a girl like Julie who probably set every single one of his musical nerve endings on high alert. Reggie and Luke weren’t the same in that manner. Reggie wanted to give love and receive it in turn without any reservations or worries about the intent behind it. Just two people meeting in a mutually beneficial exchange and then moving on with their lives to find that again with someone else. Luke’s love was deliberate, a commitment. There was no way whatever he was doing was casual.
“Okay, okay. Put the eyebrows away already.”
Reggie’s face relaxed into something less concerned and more exhausted. Alex felt that all the way to the depths of his soul. Generally speaking, Luke was pretty exhausting. And he was even more exhausting when he wasn’t taking care of himself in order to take care of someone else, in this case: Julie. Alex scooped up his bowl of pasta and tucked an arm around Reggie’s shoulders, guiding both of them to the couch. The tv was still playing something Alex couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to, but the low hum of voices in the background made the apartment feel a little less cold and quiet. Alex shoveled a bite of pasta into his mouth, chewing slowly and deliberately before he turned to face Reggie once more.
“Look, we don’t actually have any control over any of this shit. We know how Luke is, and we kinda know what’s up with Julie, but we can’t stop them from interacting or scare them off from each other. As much as it sucks, I think we gotta just ride this one out. And if Luke gets hurt, we’ll be here to patch him up and love him through it.”
Alex blinked in surprise, not actually sure those words had just come out of his mouth. By the way Reggie was studying him, he wasn’t sure the other boy could believe it either. Then, Reggie’s lips curved into a knowing smirk.
“Willie’s been rubbing off on you. All that therapy and go with the flow shit. You’re like a whole new drummer boy.”
Alex guffawed and reached over to shove Reggie playfully, being sure to keep his now empty bowl clear of the scuffle. Reggie ducked around his outstretched arm, sneaking under to poke at Alex’s side in a way that had him twisting and nearly falling off the couch.
“Jeez, Uncle, Uncle! Fuckin hell, man, no need to go straight for the tickle spots.”
Reggie huffed out a laugh, collapsing back into the couch next to Alex. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound the canned laughter and predictable lines of the tv show.
“Hey, Lex?”
Alex hummed and rolled his head to meet Reggie’s eyes.
“Do you ever wish you just like...didn’t care so much about everything?”
Alex’s laugh echoed above the sound of the tv. He leaned into Reggie’s side, letting the familiar comfort wash over him.
“All the time, Reg. Literally, all the fucking time.”
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