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arctickat2400 · 3 years
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Say You Won't Let Go <> Damon Salvatore
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I stomped down the stairs after Stefan just gave me some random lecture on how I’m not being safe and how I’m putting myself in danger. How in hell am I putting myself in danger? I don’t see how that’s possible when Stefan barely lets me leave the house as it is. Like he can’t just lock me in this house for the rest of my life. I mean, I do feel very safe in this house, but it doesn’t mean I want to be locked in it forever.
Anyways, I stomped down the Salvatore stairwell, tears brimming my eyes. I walked through the halls and just as I was about to open the front door, I heard a voice that belonged to someone who I’ve had feelings for for awhile.
“What’s wrong, Kitty?” Damon stopped me, using my favorite nickname for me. He’s always giving me nicknames, but that one was my favorite and he always calls me that. And, Damon was like a brother to me, always caring for me and talking to me.
I turn around, wiping the excess tears off with the back of my hand. Damon gestures for me to go to him in the living room. I walk up to him as he wraps me in his arms, giving me a tight hug.
He lets go after a few seconds as I sniffle every now and then.
“Stefan broke up with me. It was stupid, but I guess it was for the best. I guess it just wasn’t working for him.” I told Damon.
“But, you don’t need to listen to my problems. I’m too annoying to make you go through that. I’m just gonna go home. Later, Damon.” I say to him, beginning to walk to the door.
Just as I touch the doorknob, I hear Damon call to me again.
“Hey, Y/N,” I turn at the sound of my name. “You wanna get out of here for a bit? Go somewhere. I heard there’s this new karaoke bar downtown. I heard it’s thriller. You wanna go with me? Get your mind off everything.” Damon asked, and I smiled at his gesture to help me. And, of course, I couldn’t say no.
“Sure, Damon. I’d love that.” I smiled at him, my cheeks blushing a bright red.
It’s weird. Why would I want to go to a karaoke bar? It was a club thing and there would be lots of people there. I hated big crowds and I hated parties and stuff like that. I guess i just really needed to get out.
Damon dropped what he was doing, slipping his phone into his back pocket and led me to his car.
He opened the door for me, patiently waiting for me to get in before shutting the door behind me.
Damon was always so sweet when it came to me, yet I never knew why ‘cause he hated like everyone.
He drove to the bar only 10 minutes away. It was about 8 at night so we had all night to hopefully have fun.
We walked inside, having to show someone our ID’s to get in. We, then, walked through a curtain type thing that led to a huge room that was the size of a huge house.
It was dark and there were lasers and lights illuminating the room for a glow in the dark kind of theme.
How was I able to survive in a place like this? I could barely survive school, let alone a huge party like this.
“You ready?” Damon asked me. I breathe in and out, looking up at him and saying, “Yeah.”
We walked through the big crowds of people, myself looking back every once in awhile to make sure I hadn’t lost Damon.
He pointed to the bar as I led us to it. We found to open spot where no one was sitting.
“I think you might need a drink or two.” Damon suggested, seeing as if I was still sad and down.
“I don’t think…” I didn’t get to finish when Damon called for the bartender.
“Two shots please.” Damon told the bartender.
This was my first club and my first ever drink that consisted of alcohol. Everyone has told me good things about these places and getting drinks and getting drunk, but I have never done it. This night is not gonna end well.
Two small glasses were set in front of Damon and I. The bartender filled the glasses with a clear substance that just looked like sparkling water.
I knew nothing about this world.
“You good?” Damon questioned with a smile.
“Yeah.” Was the only thing I said. I took the tiny glass in my fingers as I held it up to my lips. I watched Damon, having never seen this done before, as he dipped his head back, consuming the beverage.
I did the same, dipping my head back and drowning myself in what I think was Vodka. It was kinda sweet, but somewhat sour I guess. But I think I knew what everyone was talking about.
“That was…” I paused, thinking of the word. “Amazing!” I shouted, and Damon just laughed.
After a minute, “Hey, you wanna dance?” Damon asked me, gesturing to the hundreds of people on the dance floor.
I just smiled and nodded.
Damon led me to the middle of the dance floor, and to be honest, I had no idea how to dance. But, I just followed Damon.
I ended up just shaking around and I’m not even sure that what I was doing was dancing. Damon kept laughing at me, but I just embraced it as I took off my sweatshirt and wrapping it around my waist.
We danced the night away, Damon and I having the time of our lives.
At this point, I might have consumed like 20 shots, and I was everywhere. I was drunk off my ass and I’m surprised that I was more drunk than Damon. I guess he’s just had more experience with this kinda thing than I’ve had.
We went back and forth between the bar and the dance floor, taking many, many shots and drank a few bottles of beer. I gotta say, Vodka and tequila shots are much better than beer. But that’s just my opinion.
We laughed so much tonight, I don’t think i have ever laughed this much in my entire life, and I laugh a lot.
We danced some more, Damon laughing at every move I make.
We make it back to the bar and I was so drunk that I could barely stand. I was all over the place and I kept laughing at absolutely nothing.
I kept glancing at Damon and every time, he was always staring at me and smiling when I smiled or laughed. He actually never took his eyes off me at all tonight. I guess he just wanted to keep an eye on me, make sure I was doing okay or didn’t do anything stupid.
“You having fun, Kitty?” He smiled at me, drinking some beer out of a bottle.
“Are you kidding? I’m having the time of my life! This is amazing! And I feel like I can barely breathe!” I shouted over all the noise, laughing.
“Now,” I paused, slamming my hand somewhat hard on the bar. “Let’s do another.” I tell Damon in a laugh, meaning another shot contest.
“Y/N, to be honest, I think you’ve have enough. As much as I love seeing you this happy and laughing so much, I think you need to go home.” He tells me. And as much as I wanted to stay and have more fun, I think it would be a good, and smart, idea to go home.
I stumbled off my chair, but I was so drunk, I lost my balance. Luckily, Damon was her to catch me before I fell.
“Yeah, I definitely need to get you home.” Damon said as I started laughing.
Out of nowhere, I squealed mixed with a laugh as Damon threw me over his shoulder, my arms wrapping around his torso.
He carried me out of the bar and out to the car as I couldn’t stop laughing.
He put me in the front seat, buckling me up. And I guess I passed out right when he set me down, ‘cause when I opened my eyes, we were already in the Salvatore driveway.
I wasn’t laughing anymore. I guess when I passed out, that’s when y laughing stopped. I knew that I will have the biggest hangover in my life tonight and the biggest headache tomorrow morning.
I hopped out of the car and again, I almost lost my balance. Damon sped over to me, catching me once again. He picked me up bridal style as I snuggled into his chest. He carried me inside, locking the front somehow with me in his arms.
Damon’s POV
Y/N was amazing tonight. She’s usually pretty cool, but tonight at the bar, she was awesome. She would not stop laughing and she got so drunk. I was pretty proud of her. She’s turning out to be like me. And I don’t even know what I think of that.
I drove her home after I knew she'd had enough. This was her first time at a bar, well except for Mystic Grill, and this is also her first time getting drunk. Even when she was drunk as hell, she was still as beautiful as ever. And her laugh was like a choir of singing angels. I loved her laugh and I loved her. Yes, I said that.
She got out of the car and, like before, she almost fell, but I caught her before she hit the ground.
“Hey, hey. You’re okay.” I told her as she moaned. I picked her up bridal style in my arms, carrying her inside, her head laying on my chest.
I walked through the halls after closing the door just as Stefan walked towards us.
“What happened? Is Y/N okay? Is she drunk?” Stefan asked, stroking her forehead. I backed up a bit, pulling Y/N away from Stefan, knowing she didn’t want him touching her.
“I don’t know mom. Am I?” Y/N joked, lifting her head. I wanted to laugh so much. I love drunk sarcastic Y/N. “Why do you care anyways?” Y/N said, laying her head back on my chest.
“The lady has spoken.” I joked, looking back up at Stefan from Y/N. “She’s just a bit drunk.” I added.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Stefan said with a sarcastic tone.
“Asshole.” I heard Y/N say. She tried whispering it so Stefan wouldn’t hear, but he did.
Stefan just sighed and threw his hands up in the air in defeat, walking off.
“Nice, Y/N.” I laughed at her. I loved it when she was snarky like that. She let out another giggle.
Y/N’s POV
Damon carried me upstairs and into his room. Just as he was walking to his bed, I felt my stomach twist. Here comes one part of my hangover.
I slid off of Damon’s arms, running as fast as I could to his very large bathroom.
I kneeled down and started vomiting into the toilet. Damon ran up behind me and held my hair up.
“It’s okay, Y/N. Let it out. This is just part of the fun of getting drunk and having fun.” Damon laughed, holding my hair and rubbing my back. Some fun it is.
I turned around once I was finished and smiled a weak smile at him. He smiled back, saying, “C’mon, kitty. Let’s get you some rest.” He lifted me up, carrying me over to the bed.
He set me down, walking over to his dresser and taking out one of his black t-shirts that are rather big on me, reaching down to my knees at least. He was tall and I was short. What can I say?
Damon helped me take my soaking wet top off, replacing my shirt that wasn’t drenched in alcohol with his clean black shirt.
He took my pants off, leaving me in my underwear. He covered me in his blanket, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Thanks, Damon. For everything. Tonight was like the best night of my life and it was ‘cause of you. Well, except for the hangover… and the vomiting.” I said and we both laughed. I turned on my side,laying my head on his pillow.
“But, it was a great night and I can’t thank you enough.” I added, smiling at him. He smiled back, his smile leaving as fast as it came as he stood up, tucking me in a little more.
“It’s late, Y/N. Get some rest.” He said, beginning to walk out of the room.
“Hey, where are you going?” I asked, sitting up, the pain beginning to hit me from my upcoming headache. But, I didn’t want him to leave.
He walked back to me, lightly pushing me, carefully laying me back down.
“I’ll be here when you wake up. Don’t worry. Get some sleep.” Damon smiled at me, kissing my forehead as I closed my eyes and falling into a very needed deep sleep.
Damon’s POV
I woke up on the couch to a crash coming from the kitchen.
I ran in, seeing Y/N popping up from behind the island.
“Y/N, what’re you doing?” I asked her, walking to her as she leaned on the island, her hand rubbing her forehead.
“My head was just too much and I needed some Advil and water, but you were still sleeping. Stefan was gone and even if he was still here, I don’t want to talk to him. I tried to get it myself and when I tried to reach for a glass, I couldn’t reach it and I fell. And the glass fell with me and broke… and I’m sorry, Damon.” Y/N mumbled on. I could sense how much pain she was in and she seemed kinda stressed. I could tell how much the hangover was getting to her.
“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for. It’s nothing to worry about. As long as you didn’t get hurt, everything is fine. Stefan will just clean it up later.” I told her with a small laugh at the end.
I walked over to her, careful not to step on the glass as I lifted her up onto the island so she wouldn’t step on any glass.
I went to grab another glass, watching for the glass on the ground. I filled it with water, getting some Advil and handing it to Katie.
After she took it, she closed her eyes and breathes heavily. I, then, picked her up in my arms, carrying her back upstairs.
“You really need rest, this being your first hangover. And as a vampire, your senses to this kind of thing are heightened, so you need to be careful what you do.” I explained to her.
“Well, why isn’t this affecting you like it’s affecting me?” She asked me as I set her back on my bed.
“‘Cause I have more experience with this kind of thing than you do, and also, you drank way more than me. I knew last night that you you might drink more than me so I made sure to drink less so I could make sure you were okay.” I told her while tucking her into bed.
“Well, thank you. But this headache is just too excruciating.” She paused, swinging her arm over her eyes. “Do you mind closing the curtains? The light is making it worse.” She complained.
The thing was, the curtains were already closed, my room as dark as it will ever be in the morning. Her senses were more heightened than I thought.
“Y/N, the curtains are already closed.” I mentioned to her.
“Oh.” Is all she said, realization sinking is as she uncovered her eyes from under her arm.
“The medicine she help soon.” I told her, standing up from beside her.
“Wait, Damon,” She called for me. I turned back to her.
“C-Can you stay with me?” She asked with a bit of hesitation, looking up at me. I let out a small laugh.
“Of course, Y/N.” I said, walking over to the other side of the bed and crawling in next to her. She rolled over onto her side to face me as I did the same as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Damon, can I tell you something?” she asked, and I smiled in response.
“You have been more than just my ex’s brother to me. You have always been there for me, always helping me and saving my life more times than I can count.” I laughed at that. She continued. “And I can’t thank you more. But I’ve known you for awhile now, and nothing can deny what I’m about to say. Damon… I love you.” She told me.
I never thought that she would ever like me. I mean, after all the bad things I’ve done, after how bad she’s seen me act and the bad things I’ve done to her and her family, she’s still worthy of me.
I’ve loved Y/N since the day I met her. When Stefan brought her home, she walked in and I couldn’t deny my feeling for her. I guess love at first sight was real.
“Y/N, I…” But she interrupted me before I could go on. She rolled over onto her other side so she wouldn’t be looking at me.
“Oh my god, I hate myself so much. I can’t believe I actually thought that you’d like be back. That you’d like someone like me.” She started, burying her head in the pillow.
“Y/N…” I tried to get her attention.
“No, I know what you’re going to say and I knew it was coming. I just can’t believe how stupid I was to say that out loud.” She continued. But I wouldn’t let her go on any longer.
I crawled closer to her without her noticing. I swung my arm over her stomach, hovering over her body. I turned her chin towards me as she looked at me, my eyes staring into her beautiful blue ones.
“Y/N, you really need to shut up sometimes.” I smiled at her.
“What…” But I didn’t let her speak again when I leaned down and smashed my lips onto hers.
Our lips moved in perfect sync as she rolled over towards me.
“I love you, too, Y/N. I have since the day I met you.” I told her as we stared into each other’s eyes as I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
“I don’t want you to go.” She paused, looking into my eyes with a hopeful look in her eyes. “Say you won’t let go.” She demanded, hopefully. I couldn’t hold back a smiled. I bit my lips with a smile as I stared at her.
“I won’t let go. Never.” I admitted and it was true. I never wanted to let go.
I hovered over her as she giggled and I couldn’t not smile when she giggled. It was my favorite.
“And that giggle of yours is killer.” Her smiled grew bigger as well as mine as I leaned down and kissed her beautiful, soft lips once more.
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yikestripes · 4 years
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Under the Mistletoe
request: Hey, I've got a Spence request! It's Christmas at the FBI, and the team has done Secret Santa, and you got Spencer, your best friend who you have fancied since you started at the FBI 5 years ago. You all go to Rossi's to spend the evening and morning, so you can all drink & not drive home. After presents and a few drinks, you and Spence end up under the mistletoe where he declares his feelings in front of the whole team, who encouraged him to tell you how he feels, before you arrived to the party
a/n: i didn’t expect to write this much, it was 7 pages on google docs. i am pretty proud of this tho.
warnings: FLUFF
word count: 3.6k
You looked around at the lights and garland that had adorned the bullpen as you entered the BAU for the first time after arriving home from the case. You grinned from ear to ear like a child as you took in the sight. Spencer was right behind you, pausing to take in the sight beside you. He looked down at you, still in awe, and smiled. You looked so beautiful to him under all those shining lights, and you just looked happier than you had in recent weeks. Christmas was usually tough for you anyway, and this year was no exception. Nonetheless, you persevered. Rossi had been planning a BAU Christmas party for a little bit over a month, with the help of you and Garcia, to make it the most magical Christmas any of you had had in a pretty long time. Needless to say, getting home from the case was more exciting than it usually was.
You tugged your go bag back to your desk and plopped down in your chair, rubbing your eyes. It was around 7pm and you all were going to Rossi’s right from the office to start the festivities. Knowing you wouldn’t be driving home, you had a second go bag packed and ready in your car, along with Spencer’s since you guys had carpooled. When you started at the BAU around 5 years ago, you and Spencer instantly became best friends. Granted, it took him a long time to really break out of his shell of awkwardness, but even then he was very comfortable around you. It was something about you that really made him feel, for lack of a better word, special. Not in the way that he was typically treated for being a genius, but just for being Spencer. That’s what Spencer loved most about you- the way you admired him for just being him. Not because he was a child prodigy and not because he was a genius. He was just Spencer.
Not to mention you always let him ramble and spill facts without ever telling him to shut up, or even interrupting him. Nevertheless, you quickly became very close, especially when you learned your apartment was right down the street from his. That’s when you two started carpooling to the office together. You always stopped at the local coffee shop or Starbucks to feed your coffee addictions, and went home around the same time every night. Spencer always made sure you made it inside safe, and vice versa. The funny thing was, for as incredible as you both were at your jobs as profilers for the BAU, neither of you had the faintest idea that you were in love with each other. Everyone in the entire building knew except for you two. Even Hotch was rooting for you two to get together.
“Ready to go, Spence?” You asked, shooting him a huge grin. He grins back and nods, throwing his bag over his head like he always did. You followed him out the door and to your car and drove yourselves to Rossi’s mansion. The ride was relatively quiet, Spencer had whipped out the book he started on the plane because he absolutely had to know how it ended, and of course he could finish it before you made it to Rossi’s.
“Did you do the secret santa?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah. Did you?”
“Yep.” You smiled to yourself. You actually got Spencer, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Regardless of whether you had gotten him for secret santa, you were planning to get him a little something anyway. Actually, a few things. You wracked your brain for a few days, wondering what Dr. Spencer Reid would like that he didn’t already have. Of course, you started with a giftcard to his favorite bookstore, along with the newest edition of his favorite collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories. You also got him a giftcard to Starbucks, to make up for all the times he’d paid for your coffee, despite your protests. You made him your famous chocolate chip cookies and your favorite thing? The Halloween Christmas sweater you’d found and KNEW you had to get it for him. He never understood the point of an ugly Christmas sweater, so you figured you would get one that celebrates his favorite holiday with the edition of it celebrating Christmas. You could already see the look on his face when he opened his gifts later that night.
“Hey Spence, can you help me?” Spencer only brought a gift bag with the edition of his overnight bag, meanwhile you had a couple bags, along with two bottles of wine for Rossi and your own overnight bag. He grabbed your overnight bag and a bottle of wine and headed up to the door with you following behind, praying you didn’t slip on any ice.
You made it to the door unscathed, being greeted by Prentiss who was already a glass of wine deep.
“It’s party time!” She said upon opening the door. You and Spencer grinned and followed her inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Everyone was already there, starting on the spiked eggnog drinks without you guys.
“Hey, I told you guys to wait for us!” You whined as you set your presents underneath Rossi’s massive Christmas tree. The others looked away and took sips of their drinks, earning a small glare from you. You opted to start with a glass of white wine and escalate from there later. You took a long sip as you sat along the counter beside JJ. She held up her hands in mock defense.
“I told them they should wait but no one ever listens to me!” You giggled a little and patted JJ’s shoulder sympathetically.
“I hear you. They never listen to me either,” You said, shooting a look in Spencer’s direction in particular. As if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned around and looked at you. When he saw you were already looking at him, he raised his eyebrows in question. You shook your head and he shrugged, returning to his conversation with Morgan and Rossi. Penelope was doing peppermint vodka shots with Prentiss while Hotch watched, somewhat amused as Emily started choking on hers. You smiled as you watched your friends ease into the party so quickly after such a long case. It warmed your heart to see them relaxed.
“I don’t know, Rossi. What if it ruins our friendship?” Reid asked, his voice small. He only softened his voice like that when he was unsure of himself.
“Look, kid. I may be old, but I do have eyes. She loves you, Reid.” Rossi said.
“Trust me, Pretty Boy. Everyone here sees the way you look at each other.” Derek agreed, taking a sip of his beer.
Spencer chewed on his lip thoughtfully when he felt eyes on his back. He turned back to see you staring at him, where you began giggling with JJ. Spencer raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Did you need me?” and you shook your head. He shrugged and turned back to Rossi, who was smirking. He shared a look with Derek and walked over to Hotch, who was now forcing Emily to drink more water.
“Like I said, trust me.” Derek said quietly as he left Spencer in the center of the kitchen to his thoughts. They were quickly interrupted as Rossi announced it was time for presents. Spencer grinned, this was what he was the most excited for. He had you for secret santa and he knew he really nailed his gift to you this year. He knew you better than anyone, and thanks to his eidetic memory, he knew everything that you had mentioned in passing were small things that you wanted. Including the necklace that you’d pointed out in the jewelry shop down the street from your apartments 8 months and 29 days ago, on your way to Starbucks. You gazed at it longingly every single time you passed by, but never could justify purchasing it for yourself.
“Alright kiddos, gather round.” Rossi said. Everyone made their way to the couches and sat as you helped to hand out presents.
“Morgan, these are yours. No one open anything until everyone has a gift!” You stared at Emily in particular, who grinned sheepishly. Hotch placed a hand on her leg and smiled at her, knowingly.
“JJ, this bag is yours. Hmm, Garcia this one is yours, Emily, Hotch,” You handed them out one by one. “Ah, here’s yours Spence.” You hauled a couple bags over, and his eyes widened at the sheer amount of stuff adorning both bags.
“Here’s yours, Rossi, and I just found mine!” You sat on the floor and crossed your legs out in front of you.
“Alright, how are we doing this?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we all just open at the same time orrr…”
“No, someone can go first and each person who has the person opening goes next, makes sense?” Everyone nodded. “Rossi, you can go first since you oh so graciously hosted. And are letting us stay the night.” You added. Everyone laughed as David shook his head, quickly tearing into the bright wrapping paper. His jaw dropped slightly as he pulled out a box of cigars.
“I told you before, my dad was a cigar aficionado. I know what you like, Rossi.” Derek winked. Rossi rose and said a few words of excitement in Italian before kissing Derek on both cheeks and pulling him into a hug. He laughed and clapped Rossi on the back before returning to his seat, and digging into the gift bag in front of him.
“Alright, I see you secret santa!” Derek pulled out a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey, along with a few other baseball related things.
“I had to delve a bit more into the sports world than I’m used to, but i’m really glad you like it.” Emily smiled. He pulled her into a tight hug.
“Okay Em, you can go.” You wiggled your eyebrows as she fake glared, ripping her wrapping paper to shreds.
“Oh my God! I love it!” Prentiss held up a couple different books by her favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut. JJ grinned.
“Look deeper.” Prentiss dug deeper into the bag and pulled out a beautiful set of hand painted wine glasses.
“JJ, these are beautiful!” Prentiss gave her a hug and started taking them out of the box and passing them around to those that were drinking wine, or planned on it later. She disappeared into the kitchen to clean the glasses and fetch the wine.
“Alright JJ, it’s your turn!” You were especially eager for this one, knowing that Spencer would be coming up soon and you could finally see the look on his face. You’d had the gifts in your possession for 2 weeks and his turn could not come fast enough.
Finally, it was Spencer’s turn. You watched as he tore into the neatly wrapped gift box first. You knew he’d open that one first because it was the biggest box. He pulled the sweater out, seemingly confused at first, before it dawned on him.
“Oh my God, it’s a Halloween Christmas sweater! I love it!” He grinned and took off his blazer, revealing the tshirt beneath. He threw the sweater overtop and pulled the sleeves to his elbows, grinning with the joy of a little kid. He was so excited that he almost forgot about the other presents on the floor beside him. He finally made eye contact with you and you indicated he had other things to open. He sat back down, a slight blush crossing his cheeks as he opened the book and gift cards.
“I love everything, thank you so so much, (Y/N).” He said, the look on his face screaming genuine happiness and excitement.
“Actually, there’s one more thing.” He furrowed his eyebrows as you snuck around behind the tray, retrieving the tin of cookies you’d hidden back there, fully knowing the vulchers you called friends would find them if you put them anywhere else. Spencer’s jaw dropped.
“Are those your famous chocolate chip cookies?!” He asked, incredulous. He knew they were incredibly special to you, which is why it was so rare for you to make them. You grinned and nodded. He jumped up, threw the tin on the sofa, and pulled you into a hug. He picked you up a little, causing you to giggle uncontrollably.
“Thank you endlessly, (Y/N).” He said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. A deep blush rose to your cheeks. As you both pulled away, you noticed Spencer was blushing like crazy too.
“I guess that leaves me!” You said, noticing everyone else had opened their presents. You grinned as you dug into yours, pulling out a Starbucks gift card, a new Starbucks tumbler to replace the one you broke a few weeks back, the anniversary copy of your favorite book, (Y/F/B), and finally, a small, blue velvet box was crammed at the very bottom of the back. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and opened it with a gasp. You snapped your head up to meet Spencer, who was grinning at you sheepishly, his cheeks tinted bright pink.
“I-I knew you’ve been l-looking at that necklace for months, so….” He trailed off, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t like it I can take it back,” You stared at him in awe as tears threatened.
“Spence,” You said breathlessly, touching the necklace with a careful finger. “I love it, thank you so much.” Everyone in the room shared a look, fully knowing what was coming. You and Spencer were so busy with each other, that you didn’t notice when Rossi silently ushered the others out of the room and into the hallway to watch.
“Would you mind putting it on for me?” You asked quietly, handing Spencer the small box with a shaky hand.
“S-sure.” Spencer silently cursed his shaking hands as he fiddled with the clasp for a minute, before it clicked into place.
“Thanks.” You glanced up at the tall, lanky Doctor, when something a few feet above his head caught your eye. You gestured up at it, catching his attention.
“Mistletoe.” You said quietly. You got up on your tiptoes and placed a warm, soft kiss on his cheek, earning a blush from Spencer. A weird look came across his face when he suddenly grabbed your face, and crashed his lips into yours. You immediately melted into both Spencer and the kiss, forgetting where you were for just a moment as it was just you and him, alone together.
You pulled apart for air breathlessly, as you looked into the face of what used to be your best friend. That barrier had absolutely been shattered, but when Spencer broke out into a small, shy smile, you knew that it was meant to be that way.
“I…. I’ve been in love with you for the last 4 and a half years. It didn’t take me long at all to realize that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but when I realized how smart, funny, and caring you were? I knew it was over for me. I didn’t say anything for the last few years because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” You whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and smiled a little more.
“Losing you.”
“You’ll never lose me. Not ever.” You shook your head defiantly, and placed another kiss on his lips. This one was much quicker, but filled with all the love and words that hadn’t been spoken until just now, and any words you could ever hope to say. Your friends cheered from beside you as you buried your head in Spencer’s chest, embarrassed. There were rounds and rounds of congratulations, told you so’s, and even a few bets had apparently been placed. You glared as they exchanged money and sheepish grins. You shook your head as you followed your friends into Rossi’s kitchen to continue getting your drink on.
**
It had been a few hours since Spencer’s confession, and to celebrate, you had accidentally had a few drinks too many. You started playing a drinking game with Derek and Prentiss that you had ceremoniously named “Beerio Cart”, and played several rounds since you were the champion. You grinned proudly, Spencer placing a plastic crown you all had found the last time you were at Rossi’s on top of your head, much to Derek’s ego’s chagrin. Following that, you had a few shots with Hotch and Garcia, followed up by the peppermint schnapps Penelope had prepared. Needless to say, the entire team was pretty hammered. IN the last few hours of the evening, Spencer had opted to drink more water and sober himself up slightly in order to save himself the pain the following day.
Rossi was on the same page as Spencer, not to mention the older Italian man’s tolerance was that of a bull. He could probably drink an entire bottle of wine and still be under the legal limit. He had retired to bed around 12:30am, fully aware that he was going to have to cook breakfast for his hungover “children” the following morning. You, Spencer, Prentiss, and Derek were the last ones awake, and now Derek had decided to retire to bed.
“Goodnight, and Merry Christmas.” Derek slurred, tripping up the stairs a little bit. It was the last round of Beerio Cart with Prentiss and Hotch that had done Derek in. Hotch had gone to bed shortly after that, Emily promising him that she would be up shortly after. That was 2 hours ago, and Emily was still downstairs with you and Spencer. She looked around, seeing that everyone except you two had gone to bed, and you were quickly crashing. She shrugged and stumbled up the stairs, managing to make it to her room with Hotch relatively easily. At least it was the first one at the top of the stairs.
Spencer turned his attention to you, and smiled warmly. You were starting to fall asleep standing up. He’d seen you do this a few times before, and usually was able to coax you into either laying your head on his lap if you were on the jet or on his shoulder if you were going to be in the SUVs.
“(Y/N), are you ready to go to bed?” You opened your eyes slowly and blinked, processing his question slowly. You nodded and rubbed your eyes, smearing your makeup all over the place. Spencer smiled a little and guided you to your room, sitting you on the bed.
“Close your eyes, love.” You complied quietly as Spencer gently wiped your makeup off. He tucked you into your bed and placed a kiss on your forehead, turning to leave. He felt you grab his wrist and turned around, caught totally off guard. You were sitting up, wearing your best puppy dog eyes face.
“Stay with me?” You said in such a soft voice, that made Spencer’s heart melt. He glanced at the door, then back at you, where you were still pleading with your eyes. He gave in, took off his shoes, and climbed in beside you. He wrapped an arm around you and you laid on his chest, quickly falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.
***
You began stirring when the smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs and into your room. You scrunched your face at the harshness of the light peaking through the windows, and felt the onset headache.
“Fuck.” You whispered, rubbing your temples.
“Good morning.” Spencer said quietly beside you, sitting up to lean on his elbow. He donned his glasses and his scruff was already growing slightly.
“Good morning, Spence.” You said, your voice still raspy. You looked at the bedside table in search of your phone and saw two ibuprofen tablets and some water. You gulped them down gratefully and immediately felt relief.
You and Spencer made your way downstairs, greeting by the sight of your hungover friends, and Rossi, who was flipping pancakes and bacon at the stove.
“Oh look who decided to join us! The reigning Beerio Cart champion.” He smirked. You saw the crown sitting on the kitchen table and you grabbed it, placing it on top of your head.
“I stand by that wholeheartedly.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. Rossi shrugged.
“If you say so, kid.” You took a seat beside Hotch, who was rubbing circles into Emily’s back on the other side of him. She looked about as bad as you felt, and you instantly hoped you didn’t look like that, especially not in front of Spencer. As if he could hear your thoughts, he smiled at you, and you smiled back. You glanced down at his lips and flicked your eyes back up to meet his, when he closed the gap and pecked you on the lips. You grinned and a blush rose to your cheeks, as you munched on the pancakes Rossi set before you.
“Please tell me you two aren’t always going to be that sickeningly adorable.” Garcia said, wearing her sunglasses inside. You laughed a little, feeling a pain shoot through your brain. You groaned slightly, busying yourself with your pancakes. Spencer made you a bloody mary, spouted out facts about the origin of the drink, the useful properties of it, and anything else he’d known about it. You listened as you sipped, starting to feel just a little bit better. Whether that was with the help of the bloody mary or Spencer, you already knew the answer.
It was Spencer.
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Glory
Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT. THIS IS SMUT. 18+. 
Author’s Note: Welp, I stayed up until 4:11 just to finish this. It’s the longest piece I have ever written, so, if you think my pieces are always too short and not sweet enough, hopefully this can make up for it. Also, this has been in my drafts for weeks and up until 3:59 this morning, it was titled Delicate. Glory literally wasn’t in here once until this morning.
Tags: @thotyana-in-this-hoe @neeadinghugs 
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Poe can’t help it as his eyes shift to you every few minutes as you talk with Finn. Everyone is out getting drinks after a smooth mission and you treat everyone out with you to a free round. You and Finn laugh your way through two shots before he has to rush to the refresher to vomit all he’s drank.
“Is he alright?” Rey chuckles, leaning against you, slight concern making its way into her voice. You can’t stop the laugh that pushes from your lips as you take another small sip from the large cup you ordered before Finn suggested something stronger, “He will be.” Rey huffs with a smile before leaning in closer to you so she can talk without being heard and completely throwing off Poe’s groove.
“Poe... Poe! Are you even listening?” Rose asks, her brow furrowed as she shakes the pilot out of his stupor. “Yeah, yeah, of course I’m listening. The story is hilarious. I just got worried about Finn, you’ve got my full attention.” Poe wants so badly to give all of his attention to the group surrounding him, but you’re laughing with Rey and swaying to the music playing and he can’t stop his eyes from looking to you. Shift. You and Rey are leaning on each other laughing. Shift. You give Rey a nod, shrugging a shoulder as you feign indifference. Shift. You’re both downing the last of your drinks. Shift. You’re not there any more. Shit, you aren’t there anymore. Poe’s head whips around as he tries to see where you and Rey could have disappeared to so quickly.
Realizing that you and Rey have left before he could make his big move, which he is definitely going to do tonight, Poe flashes his audience a charming smile, “I apologize, you’re right, Rose, my mind is a little flighty, there’s a mission issue I need to discuss and I just know it’s gonna bug me all night if I don’t just go take care of it. Save the good stories til I get back?” He asks, backing away from the group. Rose purses her lips like she knows that Poe is up to something, but instead of calling him out, she waves him off, “Yeah yeah, we’ll save the good ones til you get back.” Raising his drink to her, Poe turns around and sets the bottle on the counter before finally making his way outside.
There are a few people talking and laughing right outside the cantina and Poe almost wishes he didn’t leave BB-8 to charge so the little droid could do it’s thing and find you. The more reasonable part of him knows that BB would probably embarrass him incredibly. Either way, he’s on his own, so Poe just turns right and begins walking. It isn’t long before he steps into an expanse of trees, and Poe is almost ready to turn around and try going left when he hears your shriek. His heart starts racing in panic and Poe sets off in a run, quickly slowing himself down when he hears that the shriek is followed by a laugh. The slower pace gives Poe just small enough steps to trip over something. He catches himself on a nearby tree, and when he looks down, Poe realizes that he’s tripped over a jacket.
More specifically, he’s tripped over your jacket.
The discovery piques Poe’s interest just a little more than he’d care to admit. Grabbing the jacket, Poe follows the sound of your voice and Rey’s laughter. The ground begins to get a little softer beneath his feet and Poe’s pants tighten when his mind concludes there’s a body of water nearby. You and Rey could just be relaxing with your feet in the water. That isn’t the thought that excites Poe though, what excites Poe is the idea of you and Rey being in the water. What all did you keep on in the water? Oh, Maker, what all did you take off?
His questions are answered when he approaches and sees Rey’s bare shoulders and back sticking out of the water. “That’s definitely unfair! I am not Force sensitive, so I think that because you got to both cheat and catch me off guard, I should get to dunk your head under water.” Rey snorts and wraps her arms around herself, “Are you sure that you’re the best negotiator we have?” Your laugh rings through the air again and Poe realizes that he’s peeking at you from behind a tree like a child. He also realizes that he can’t quite move so he isn’t. You’re ducked into the water up to your chin, also refusing to move, but when Rey groans and lifts her arms, admitting defeat, you approach her, the water revealing more and more of you the closer you get until all of you is out down to your belly button. Out and definitely naked. Poe closes his eyes for a while, able now to take complete cover behind the tree nearest him.
First things first, Stars, you’re gorgeous and Poe has no idea if there’s any way he’ll be able to look at you ever again without thinking of you, completely naked and soaking wet. And now thinking about it, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to do that without getting almost painfully hard. Maker, how is he gonna make his move? Does he wait for you to get out? That would be the gentlemanly thing to do. He could step out with a dashing smile and ask Rey to give the two of you a moment of privacy. This doesn’t have to be weird.
Yeah, yeah, it doesn’t have to be weird at all. Not at all. Not weird or anything like it. Poe is a grown man! He’s seen naked women before. And you are a grown woman, and surely people have seen your naked body before. And then he’s hit with an awful realization. Rey. Shit, you’re both just frolicking around naked, together. Maker, what if he’s just being a pretentious asshole and you aren’t attracted to -
“Fuck! I um - General Dameron.” Poe jumps, turning around, he realizes that he has been pacing in his thinking and has moved from behind the tree. “Poe? Are you alright?” Rey asks, seeing Poe’s shocked face. Both of you have dipped beneath the water so that all can be seen is your heads. And now, all of Poe’s ideas are completely shot. He’s right in front of you and he has not gotten his shit together yet. “You don’t have to call me General, Y/N, I’m not used to it myself. But uh, if you get a second, can I speak with you about a mission I’ve been thinkin bout sending you on? With security detail, of course.”
You start to get up to scramble around for your clothes, but you remember that you’re naked and settle back down in the water. “Of course, I have a minute now. Could I have a second to get dressed?” Poe isn’t sure if he should be excited or dreading the moment as he begins stepping away with his raging hard-on still jutting out of his pants. “I will just be a few feet out, take your time.” Poe answers, your jacket clutched before him. Not until he’s out of ear shot does Poe lose it a little, clenching his fist and biting softly at his knuckles, groaning around them. It occurs to him the time he saw you kissing that newer pilot a while back, he was a man, so maybe he does have chance? And don’t Rey and Finn have that whole ‘will they, won’t they’ thing going on purpose? So that makes his chances a bit better, well, at least with the kid gone - he was lost on a mission not too long after you were seen locking lips. The thought makes Poe feel awful, but his erection is softening, so he can’t be too upset with himself.
Rey, on the other hand, is entirely delighted by the situation, no holds barred at all. As soon as she’s sure Poe is out of ear shot, Rey barks a laugh so loud it startles you as you make your way out of the water. “He’s almost forgotten he’s General now? Poe reminds me at least once every other day that I’m lucky he doesn’t have me call him General Dameron.” She teases, splashing water at your back. You suck your teeth and pull your pants on over your damp legs, foregoing your underwear for the sake of your comfort. “Well, the two of you are friends, Rey, that’s friendly teasing. This was just professional prattle.”
“Or...” Rey drawls, following you out of the water and dressing before speaking again, “Maybe, General Dameron has a crush. I reckon he wanted your little secret meeting to be as private as possible,” Rey teases, head tilted suggestively, “So, I’ll buy you a drink and keep it warm, yeah?” You want to tell Rey that you’re sure that the talk will only take as long as the walk back to the cantina, but she’s already started walking off and you aren’t sure how close Poe is, and, the idea of Poe having crush on you is a little exciting, so you just leave the idea as it is and hold your shoes and underwear in hand as you search for Poe.
It isn’t too long before you catch up to Poe. Rey passed him just a minute ago, giving him a once over before smirking and leaving him with a, “Have fun, General Dameron.” When you arrive, you’re holding some of your clothes, and Poe has to remind himself to not spend too much time admiring how your wet skin makes your clothes stick to you, especially not now that he’s finally got himself just half hard.
“Sorry, I hope I didn’t end up taking too long. Is walking and talking fine?” You greet Poe, almost sheepishly, your smile conveying any apologies on your part. “Yeah, yeah, we can walk and talk. Are your uh, feet gonna be okay without the shoes?” Poe asks, slipping into his natural charm as he points at your shoes. Laughing, you begin walking first, “Oh, they’ll be fine. I walked in plenty worse places barefoot as a child.” You reassure Poe before rubbing a bead of water on your forearm into your skin, “But, this mission. Are we looking to settle on another planet and use an old Rebel base? Need to negotiate for cheaper prices on our repair parts?”
Poe lets go of your jacket with one of his hands, wiping it against his pants, “I uh, I actually lied. I came looking for you to ask you out, and then I saw you in all your naked glory and panicked.” Poe is nervous about what your response might be, but a soft chuckle is not one of the things he expected to hear, “I don’t know if my nakedness has ever been referred to as ‘glory’ before.” Poe’s relief almost rolls off of him in a wave. He shoots you a quick smile and shrugs his shoulder, the cantina coming into view, “Really? Surely that was only due to the inability to articulate. Glory does that some times. Especially naked glory.”
Much to Poe’s surprise, you don’t go straight for the entrance, instead leading him to walk around the building at your leisurely pace. “You know, Rey said you might have a crush on me.” You say nonchalantly, not even looking at Poe. He would step a little more cautiously if this was how the conversation started, but the banter makes him a little more confident in his chances, so Poe moves so he’s standing in front of you, stopping completely. “Would that be a bad thing? If I liked you?” Now at a standstill, you look Poe right in his eyes before smiling, “It’d actually be a bit of a relief. It’s a little awkward to pretend unrequited adoration isn’t there.”
Another wave of relief from Poe. He uses his free hand to rub his curls back into place, their order disappearing as soon as Poe lowers his hand, “Adoration? Oh, I don’t think that was the word I used.” His response makes you laugh and before you can calm down, Poe leans in, “Can I kiss you?” You don’t answer, instead shifting your belongings in your arms and using your now free hand to bury into Poe’s curls and pull his mouth to you. That is answer enough for Poe though as he drops your now almost unrecognizably dirty jacket and wraps both of his arms around you to pull you closer. Your lips are just as soft as he always imagined and your nipples rub at his chest through his shirt, completely undoing the work he put in to getting rid of his erection.
Poe pulls away, one hand now cradling your face and a wide smile on his face matching yours, “Can I kiss you again?” You laugh again, dropping your shoes and underwear so you can embrace him properly, both arms wrapping around Poe in a strong embrace. The lack of barrier between your bottom halves makes Poe’s erection evident to you now and your moan into his mouth quickly changes the energy of the kiss. Where you were once giggling into each other’s mouths, now you’re grinding against each other and drowning your whimpers and groans in the mouth of the other.
Shifting your arms so they’re both over Poe’s shoulders, you jump up and wrap your legs around Poe’s waist, fingernails scratching at his scalp as you tug at his hair, “Is this okay with you?” You ask Poe between kisses as you map your way to the extra sensitive part of his neck. Wanting to use his arms for more than holding you up, Poe walks until your back is against the cantina, the back door cool against his fingers, “Sweetheart, I don’t think anything has been okay until now.” The end of the statement is choked out when you finally find Poe’s soft spot and drag the tip of your tongue along the skin right at the lobe of his ear.
Feeling the need to return the favor, Poe pushes his hips closer to you to help you and the wall in keeping you up before letting his hands roam. His hands find the hem of your shirt first, the warm wet fabric leaving the same feeling on your skin. You sigh out loud as Poe’s fingers inch up and brush softly against your nipples. “Maker, that feels good.” You whimper as you take Poe’s lobe between your teeth and scratch your nails across the nape of his neck just hard enough to make him hiss. Poe pinches your nipple in his fingers and uses his other hand to squeeze at your thigh as he begins to thrust his hips into yours.
You rest your head on the door behind you and roll your hips in needy circles, “Later Poe, we can do it later, but I really just wanna have your dick in me right now.” The declaration makes Poe’s cock jump in his pants and he decides that, yes, he can explore your body later. “You’re gonna have to be a little quieter if we’re gonna fuck right here right now, sweetheart.” Poe warns as he sets you down. You’d believe he was chastising you if he didn’t have a cocky smile slapped across his mouth. “And that goes for both of us?” You ask with a giggle as you work Poe’s pants and briefs down just enough to release his red, leaking cock from its harsh confines. “Fuck,” You groan. Poe gives you a quick look, his hands stilling on your pants to make sure everything is still alright. When your eyes lock, you pull his face closer to yous and speak just against his lips, “Glory.” You whisper before pressing your lips to his softly.
Poe giggles softly against your mouth as he finally works your pants down to your knees, the wetness of the material making the short trek a little harder than usual. Hands cupping the underside of your thighs, Poe helps you to your tiptoes, lips disconnecting from yours in anticipation. Poe’s hot breath fans against your lips as he lets you slip a little, feeling just the tip of his dick slide into you. In an attempt to keep quiet, you clench your teeth, but the sound is determined and a soft growl rumbles in your chest and the entire situation makes Poe shudder, his dick swelling even more just at the thought of finally having you, here, even if not in the most comfortable - or convenient - of spots.
“Y/N, I’m gonna let some more in, but sweetheart, I need you to try a little harder to keep those pretty little noises to yourself, alright?” You don’t have to say it out loud, Poe feels you nod against him, and he has to remember to practice what he’s preaching as he lowers you all the way. Feeling your chest rumble with sounds unmade, Poe buries his face into the crook of your neck. The heat of your skin and the heat wrapped around him feeling too good to be true.
“I need, Poe, please - please, I need you to move.” You whine, squeezing your walls around him just to feel some kind of friction. Poe knows he needs to move. He can feel what should be the best orgasm he’s had in a long time stirring within him, and he doesn’t know how quiet, how sane, how strong he can stay while fucking into you. But he’s got to do something, so focusing his mouth on licking at the salted stretches of your neck and his arms on wrapping tightly around you, Poe pulls his hips back as far as he can, as slow as he can. “General Dameron, fuck me please.” The end of your whispered plea is cut off by a grunt when Poe shoots his hips forward with as much speed and ferocity and he can manage with you both so close together.
Removing one of his arms from around you, Poe moves it to the back of your head, pressing your face into his shoulder to muffle the sigh that leaves your mouth. Once again, Poe pulls out slowly, only to punch back in again. One of your hands has found its way to the curls at the nape of Poe’s neck and holds them in a tight grip, making Poe whimper into your neck. “Maker, sweetheart, your pussy feels better than anything I’ve ever had.” His words have you moaning into the warmth of his shirt, the material dampening from the heat of your panting.
You want to say something clever. To pull away from Poe and tell him to wait until you’re actually doing something as you smirk smugly when the words make him groan at the thought of you doing this again. Of you pushing him onto a bed and riding him so hard his pelvis is bruised and he can’t make any more noise his throat is so sore. But you feel quite the same, so instead of making yourself the protagonist in a cheesy sex scene, you lift one of your legs up and clench around Poe again. To both of your surprise, Poe’s knees get weak at the feeling, and he knows that if there wasn’t the door supporting you, that he’d have fallen to the ground and taken you with him.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, please do that again.” Poe begs, his hand going from your head to gripping at your elevated thigh. “Ah, yeah, come on sweetheart, you feel so good. Wanna feel what your pussy does around me when I shoot into you. Can we do that?” Poe whines into your skin as he peppers it with wet kisses, hot licks of his tongue gracing your skin at every peck and driving you insane. “Maker, yes. Whatever you want.” Poe exhales a laugh, his breath quickening as he feels his orgasm approaching, “Fuck me, sweetheart, You know what I’m gonna do?” Poe grunts, his short fingernails leaving crescent indents in your skin as his thrusts become haphazard and a whine begins to make its way into each of his breaths. Giving a single breath chuckle, you push a stray curl from Poe’s forehead, “Cum?”
The remark sobers Poe a little and he lifts his head from your chest and rests his forehead on yours so you can look right in his eyes, “That’s right, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum in you. And then I’m gonna keep thrusting into you until your throat is sore from keeping quiet. And before you can cum, I’m gonna get down on my knees and lick all evidence of this out of you. I’m gonna suck on that clit of yours until your legs are shaking and you’re afraid you’re gonna rip all my hair out at the root.” The way Poe’s grunts and whimpers cut him off makes it evident that his filthy words are helping him get off too.
Now you don’t care much at all about being clever or witty, the throbbing of Poe’s cock inside you is intoxicating and all you can think about is the warmth of his cum as it shoots inside you, coating your insides and pulling your own orgasm from it’s concentrated place. “Poe,” You whisper, your body so tense as it clenches around Poe that your voice won’t get any louder, “General Dameron, I’m only gonna ask once that you fuck that cum into me right now before I push you down and take it.” As much as Poe wants to hold on for that, and he wants to so badly that his eyes well up with tears, Poe Dameron has never been able to hold his orgasm when it came to dirty talk, and especially not when referred to by his title.
A whimper falls from Poe’s mouth, and he makes sure to shove his mouth onto yours to quiet his grunts and enamored wails of your name. Poe pulls your pelvis as close to his as he can, opting for pushing you down onto his dick as far as he can get you rather than thrusting up into you as he releases. As your tongue easily beats Poe’s for dominance, you feel a tear slip into the crevice of your faces and soak into your skin. It takes one blink from you to realize that the tear is not from you, but from Poe, and if his mouth wasn’t muffling you, you probably would have audibly gasped. Yeah, you’ve been fucked to the point of crying orgasmic tears, but you’ve never brought a man to that point. And if he’s being honest, it hasn’t ever happened to Poe before so he’s rather surprised as well. But as his hips stutter and you take his bottom lip between your teeth, Poe is even more surprised he isn’t full on bawling.
Poe doesn’t remove his mouth from yours until all of his cum has been shot into you and when he does, he looks like he’s been drinking all night. Eyes blown and watery, lips swollen, and a lazy, but ecstatic grin on his face, Poe takes one of his hands from your thighs to rub your clit at a leisurely pace. “I think I made you a promise, sweetheart.” Poe rasps, coming back to himself a bit. With a pinched groan, Poe pulls his half hard cock from inside of you and drops to his knees. As much as he would have loved to keep his cock sheathed in you until you refused to hold him there any more, he couldn’t wait to taste you and have your cum smeared around his cheeks and chin while he devoured you.
“Maker, sweetheart, you’re gorgeous.” Poe admires softly, so soft, you’re pretty sure he wasn’t even really talking to you. Pushing your legs open more, Poe licks a stripe of dripping cum from your thigh up to your slit, humming in satisfaction at the taste of your skin, of the two of you combined. Poe takes a deep breath and you think he’s going to say something, but instead, he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and wraps his lips around your clit, moving his thumb to your entrance and teasing you with it as he pushes the thick digit barely into you. Poe sucks on your clit like he needs it and nuzzles his nose against your pelvis, wanting to be as close to you as he can.
Your hands fumble, from your hair, to your breasts, and to Poe’s hair as you struggle to not grind on his face. Noticing your struggle, Poe removes his thumb from your opening and his mouth from your clit, “Cover your mouth.” You grumble at the loss of his mouth on you and give his hair a quick tug in question. Poe licks another stream of cum from your quivering inner thigh, “I’m not up there to muffle you, I need you to do it yourself.” Poe explains, his eyes lighting up like he’s just received a present as he pulls your other leg up to rest on his free shoulder. The change makes you gasp, and you flatten your back to the door, “Poe, we just fucked, you shouldn’t be holding me up, I don’t -” Poe cuts you off, looking up into your eyes for the first time since falling to his knees, “Y/N, I don’t care if my back is broken. I want you where you can grind your pussy all over my face, and I like where we are now. Is that okay with you?” He gets his answer when you tug at your bottom lip with your teeth and push his face as close as you can to your dripping cunt, now more your juices than his.
Poe gives your inner thigh a quick bite before covering your heat with his mouth. Maker, had he known you’d taste this good, that you’d get this wet for him, Poe would have asked to kiss you much earlier. Poe sticks his tongue in your entrance and licks around as if he were exploring your mouth. You’re delicious and your squirms intensify as Poe rubs firm circles onto your clit with his thumb. You mumble something from behind your hands and if this had been a few hours earlier, Poe would probably think you were crying, and you probably were now, but he gets the gist of what you said; I’m close.
For a moment, Poe is sad that he’ll have to stop eating you out so soon, but then a disgusting thought runs through his mind and circles for a few more laps. Pulling back from your dripping cunt to deliver kitten licks to your clit, Poe caresses the top of your thigh, “Y/N, sweetheart, do you trust me?” He can’t hear your response, so Poe looks up to see you have indeed shed a few tears. When his eyes meet yours, you nod again, pumping your hips impatiently. The wicked smile Poe gives you is almost enough to still you, “Can I try something? Just to get you off?” Your mind sparks, but with lustful curiosity rather than fear. When you whimper and nod again, Poe looks like he wants to pump his fist victoriously, but instead, he delves right back into your folds, resuming his teasing of your clit with his thumb. Poe’s mouth isn’t back on you right away and you’re curious until he takes his hand from your leg and pulls his thumb into his mouth, covering it with saliva until it was dripping down his wrist.
Poe’s mouth is back on you then and your neck hurts from craning it to watch him. Poe lets the fingers of his free hand graze over your ass, and just before you can ask him to speed up, Poe rubs his thumb against your tight puckered hole. Moving your hands from your mouth to Poe’s sweat dampened curls, you grip them tightly in warning. Poe nods against you and just barely pushes his thumb in before your hips jut against his face and your thighs squeeze his head tightly. A sharp cry of Poe’s name starts to make its way out of your mouth, but you slap one of your hands over your mouth and bite the skin there instead.
Your orgasm feels like you’re back in the water: as soon as a wave makes its way to your feet, another one starts at your head again and rocks you to your core. Your orgasm hits you so hard that you barely notice Poe setting your feet back on the ground and kissing at your hips as he keeps his thumb rubbing over your clit to help you ride out your high. Once you’ve recovered yourself, you’re on the ground across from Poe and his shit eating grin.”Was that okay?” He asks you, finishing closing his pants. You go to do yours, but realize Poe has already done it for you. Giving a breathless laugh, you shake your head at Poe, “I don’t think anything has been okay until now.”
Poe laughs and shuffles so he’s sitting beside you, “You wanna go in and get a drink or stay out here for a little bit longer?” Snuggling into Poe’s side, you rest your head on him, “I uh, I don’t think I can mingle or walk right now.” Poe huffs, amused and wraps his arm around you, “Great because I don’t think I can either.” Completely content in your situation, you almost doze off, but before sleep can take you, Poe gives you a squeeze, “So... glory, huh?” He asks, making you snort and give him a soft kiss. “What’s better than glory? Cause you got it.”
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❧ AU: Dance Teacher/Dancer AU || You were working as a dance teacher at a dance academy and one day while dancing for yourself you stumble upon the new dance teacher at the academy watching you. Like a magnetic force you were drawn to each other and quickly became friends... and more than.
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❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.
❧ Rating: EXPLICIT || sexual content, unprotected sex
❧ Smut features: Vanilla, semi(?) public, mirror, Top!Tae, greedy and desperate, confessional, stripping the other, dancing, tension(!), pulling out, kinda innocent and sweet but lusty af and more...~
❧ A/N: Long time no writing... I’ve been busy with work and my dance academy as well as being in a long drawing over writing phase but here I am because I want to be able to do what I can for people to find an escape during the tough times we are all going through right now. Remember that it will pass. I’ll be trying my best to write more and my ask is always open for suggestions and prompts.
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Green lights, pink lights and purple lights were all flashing brightly in the dark room as the base of the music made the speakers gently vibrate.
 Extending the arm, a graceful hand caressed the chin of the energy surrounding you. The beat changed and your left leg extended to the side as you quickly rotated towards the other end of the room, meeting your reflection in the mirror with a smirk with each spin.
 You froze, looking back and landing on your knee to end up on the floor.
You liked calling this move the sexy snow angel, because it reminded you of one... Your hands meet above your head and your legs pushed you around onto your tummy and suddenly you were back up on your feet again.
 Your elegant posture hit a dramatic off switch when you suddenly called it a quit and headed over to your phone that was connected to the speakers.
Of course you couldn’t help but jam a little to the song one last time before hitting the pause button.
 This was your passion, your element.
Sometimes you considered this place your home more than your own apartment.
 The music stopped and you hit the switch for the lights, temporarily making the room go dark before the bright lights lit up the room properly.
 ”Wow.”
 The sudden sound of a deep unfamiliar voice made you jump like an ice cold blade had just been stabbed right through your abdomen.
 ”Oh my god!” You expressed, holding a hand over your heart.
 The voice giggled.
 ”You scared me to death!” You laughed and turned toward the stranger peaking in through the door.
 ”Sorry...” He smiled.
”It’s ok, I’m not used to anyone else being here this late so I wasn’t prepared.” You explained and grabbed your bag.
 ”I was about to leave but I heard music and got curious... you’re really good.” His tone lowered towards the end as he got a little flustered.
 As you approached him you got a better look at the tall man.
 His dark hair was messy, a few wet strands clinging to his forehead. But the first thing you noticed was his big dark eyes, framed by long lashes, full of passion...
 ”I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” You pointed out, tilting your head slightly.
 His shoulders were broad and legs long... despite not seeing much through his loose pants you could guess that they were toned and lean.
He was also wearing a grey sweater, dark at the neckline from the sweat...
 ”I’m new.” He smiled and moved away from the door to allow for you to exit.
”Wait, are you the new teacher?”
He nodded.
 Eager to have met the guy you’ve only heard of till now you reached out your hand to greet him and introduce yourself.
 ”Taehyung.” He smiled. ”What do you teach?” He asked curiously.
”Contemporary and jazz. What about you?”
”Kids’ street and isolations.”
”Oh, you have the little ones!?”
”Yes, they’re so cute.” He smiled shyly.
”I’ve heard they’re always so eager to learn.”
”It gets really playful too!” He chuckled.
 He was intriguing... and pretty cute and warm on first impression.
 Outside it was already dark and a few drops of rain were falling down.
You pulled on your coat while you and Taehyung kept talking and he pulled on his own.
A light grey long coat and a dark green scarf... a man of style?
 ”Do you do any other styles besides what you teach?” Taehyung asked, stealing your attention from his outfit.
 ”I do a lot of modern, I’ve of course done my share of mandatory ballet as a kid.” You chuckled. ”But besides that I take afro fusion and kizomba classes, how about you?”
”Wow? Do you battle?”
”Sometimes...” You confessed shyly.
”I do hiphop, the stuff I teach of course and jazz fusion.” He finished off with a cheeky smile.
”Oh, have I found a substitute teacher for my jazz classes?”
”Just let me know what to do and sure.”
 You headed towards the door and Taehyung walked out first, giving the door a gentle push so it wouldn’t close on you.
 ”So what’s kizomba?” He asked as you stepped out into the rain, starting the short walk towards the bus stop. ”I’ve heard of it but I don’t know much.”
”I started taking classes for fun about a year and a half ago, it’s a couple dance. But it’s different from the basic couple dance if you ask me. It has more of a flowy sensual feel to it if that makes sense, that’s why I like it.”
”Sounds cool.”
”I think a youtube video would explain better than I am able to, I still consider myself a beginner.” You laughed.
”Based on what I saw earlier you seem like a natural in general when it comes to dance.”
You scoffed silently, feeling your cheeks heat up.
”I’ll have to spy on you dance sometime.” You told him with a playful grin.
 —
 Your chance to spy on him came around sooner than expected.
His class was scheduled for the hour before yours in the same room, meaning you’d get to spy on him briefly at least once a week when you’d sneakily enter at the end of his class to remind that his time was out and it was time to wrap up for the next class.
It was a kind of tradition at the academy to ”interrupt” by watching the end. But it was more fun to watch than to wait outside closed doors either way and it gave you some more time to set up while the previous class packed up and left.
But this was not a sight for sane souls...
His slender large hands held a firm grip of the lower hem of his sweater, fanning it gently to cool himself down inside it.
With every fan he exposed the honey golden skin of his soft lean lower abdomen.
And steering your eyes away was impossible...
There was something about it... maybe it was him, but the sight of his skin and the edge of his calvins peaking above the edge of his sweats...it created a sort of softcore sexual attraction...
”Please stop” you begged silently.
 He was smiling too, while listening to one of his students talking.
He laughed, despite not hearing it your mind could make up the sound of his angelic giggle.
His lips moved as he replied and he pulled a hand through his hair, brushing it back.
That’s when the student noticed you staring and looked towards you, thus making Taehyung automatically look towards whatever the student was looking at and noticing you as well.
His smiled grew wider and he quickly waved bye to the student and walked towards you.
Each step was gracious as he moved like a model across the floor, making your heart beat harder and harder for every step closer he took.
”Hey, we went a bit over time. I’m sorry.” He smiled and rubbed his hand against his neck nervously.
”It’s ok, I’ll steal a minute from the next class, it happens all the time.”
”We were having too much fun.” He chuckled shyly.
He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and you felt your entire body stiffen and freeze from his touch.
”I’ll stay around, we can talk more after your class yeah? I have something I want to ask you.” He smiled and let his hand fall from your shoulder as he stepped out of the room along with his students, allowing for yours to enter.
You swallowed.
”O-ok everyone we’ll start warming up right away!” You called and walked over towards the stereo.
After your class was over you went downstairs to where the teacher’s lounge was located as well as a few more practice rooms and the general hangout area.
 You quickly refilled your water bottle and had a few greedy sips.
Taehyung was dancing with a few students in the hangout room.
For some reason the thought of escaping to the teacher’s lounge to get your things and leave popped up in your mind. Maybe say you just forgot that he wanted to ask you a question... Or that you had to rush.
 But the thought alone was time enough for Taehyung to spot you by the water tap and eagerly run out of the hangout area and grab your arm.
”Come dance, we’re freestyling!” He said eagerly and tried to pull you along.
”Are you requesting a battle?” You asked, trying to swallow your anxious feelings.
Taehyung raised his eyebrows.
”Yes battle! Battle!” One of the students chanted.
It’s on.
”Are you scared?” You teased Taehyung and walked past him to the hangout area so his hand slipped from your arm.
You placed your water bottle down on the floor by the door and readjusted your shirt slightly.
”Me? Scared? Ha!”
Taehyung took a spot in the area and the students watched eagerly as you stood across of him.
”8 vs 8” You set.
”Deal.”
The student whose phone was connected switched the song to a more battle appropriate one.
”Winner buys dinner.” Taehyung said.
”Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
”But then it doesn’t rhyme.” Taehyung pouted playfully, making you laugh.
You bended your knees slightly and began to sway to the rhythm with a mind already set on starting.
This was playful and spontaneous and more meant as entertainment for the group of students but it didn’t stop you from trying to get into Taehyung’s head with your intimidating gaze in order to score more points towards your win.
 The beat of the song kicked in and you performed an 8. Taehyung immediately responded with his own 8, kicking the ball back to you.
He was a challenge... this could be more fun than you expected.
You did another 8 and finished with going low in a squat, standing near him to pose almost threatening before getting back up and moving back to give him his space.
The song suddenly changed before Taehyung’s turn but he quickly adapted to the song.
”We never said a style you teased!” Immediately recognizing the song as a more contemporary one.
”I thought we auto selected the one we had in common!”
”Too late! Unclear directions!” You teased and twirled back to the center and bent low to flip your hair and dramatically stand back up with your hand following the curves of your body.
”More than an 8! Cheat! Cheat! Judges!?” Taehyung called for the students who were amused by the sudden battle gone war.
You kept dancing.
”Claim back the center!” You teased. ”I’m winning.”
Taehyung took a few determined steps towards you, coming dangerously close for your sanity to remain stable.
His expression had attitude and he licked his lower lip quickly before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, making you squeal.
”This is cheating!” You yelled and looked towards the tiny audience that were too busy laughing.
 ”Bye bye.” Taehyung called and walked you towards the teacher’s lounge. ”I admit my defeat!”
”Put me down!” You laughed and tried to wiggle free from his strong hold.
Taehyung finally put you back down when you reached the teacher’s lounge with a wide smile on his lips.
”Next time we’ll set the rules straight and I’ll win.” 
”Sure sure.” You said and grabbed your coat.
 Taehyung moved his hair away from his face and kicked off his sneakers to change to his boots.
”So the thing I wanted to ask you by the way...”
Oh right...
”Yes?”
He bent down to tie his boots while you buttoned your coat.
”I know it’s still early, but I heard for the end of term showcase you could do collaborations with levels and I thought since we both teach jazz we could collab? It’s more that it’s my first term and I’m new to it so it would be a lot easier for me if I had someone who knew how it all works with the showcases by my side and so far you’re the one I’ve spoken the most to here.” He explained with a hint of shyness and stood back up again.
You had never done a level collab but you knew of many that had done it and you had actually been curious, and since you weren’t the only jazz teacher anymore... this might be the perfect opportunity .... and the perfect opportunity to get closer to Taehyung.
”Sure!” You smiled.
”Really!?” Taehyung shined.
”I’ve wanted to try collabs, it would be awesome!”
”You really don’t have to if it’s burdensome.” 
”I do want to, we could make a routine and choreography together!”
”Yay!” Taehyung clapped eagerly. Eager to have a deal as well as feeling like he was making friends with not only the students but the teachers as well.
Taehyung was likable, very likable so it wasn’t really a challenge for him. Especially not with his forgiving confidence and comfort within himself, it only made him more approachable and attractive..
”Oh, and you owe me dinner now, we can talk more about it then!” Taehyung pointed out.
Right... winner buys dinner.
”How about this weekend?” You suggested and pulled on your own boots.
”Works well with me, I’ll give you my number and we can decide on a time and specific day ok?” He smiled sweetly.
You handed Taehyung your phone and bent down to quickly tie your boots.
”Is that your boyfriend as your home screen?” He suddenly asked.
”What!? No! No, no it’s just a celebrity I like.” You explained, embarrassed.
”Ah, I see... There! You have my number now. I sent a text to myself so I would have yours too.” He said and handed you your phone back when you stood back up again.
”Thanks.” You said and grabbed your phone, accidently brushing your fingers against his.
You took a seat on the bus and let out a deep exhale.
Did that really just happen?
A person you found attractive giving you attention and expressing a wish to even collab with you? Touching your arm? Indirectly asking if you have a boyfriend!?
Maybe you were over-thinking... there hadn’t been a long time yet but you felt like you clicked well together... at least as friends.
Did he sound disappointed when he asked the questions? A little... No stop, he was just curious! Or he wanted to know if you were availa- stop! 
You shook your head to try and get rid of the thought but it was still haunting you.
At least it couldn’t get worse now.
Your phone vibrated in your hand and you looked down to read the notification.
Taehyungie: Get home safely!
Clearly you were wrong.
You hid your lips with your hand to conceal the wide smile that spread across your face and suppressed the urge to kick the seat in front of you.
You replied with a quick ”You too” and a smiling emoji.
Taehyung: <3
Could he stop!?
This was an attack!
You shoved your phone back into your bag and turned the volume up a little higher in your headphones.
When you got back home you had a quick shower and changed into warm comfy lounge wear and took a seat by your desk with a cup of tea.
Maybe you should... flirt?
Flirt with Taehyung?
Risk being obvious that you were interested in him?!
Just the thought of it gave you some sort of anxious feeling within.
You reached for your mug again to take another careful sip of your still too hot tea.
"How to flirt" you typed into the search bar... some research wouldn't hurt.
"Smile."
You rolled your eyes.
"Smile? I already smile!"
"Make sure your feet are always turned to the person of interest.... well I was thinking more vocal flirting but ok..." you mumbled, finding the article you had clicked rather stupid.
 You moved your feet to the edge of your seat in order to hug your knees.
 Maybe it was Taehyung's nature to be open and warm... not that you had seen him display that behavior towards particularly anyone besides you... or was it blinded by wishful thinking?
Regardless... you couldn't stop thinking about him.
 Your tea ended up forgotten and cold.
Who knew there was this amount of articles and pages about flirting? How to flirt, how to tell if someone is flirting... maybe you were oblivious, in denial or just... all around confused.
Mixing up wishful thoughts and reasonable ones was easier done than said and it all became a huge mess.... 
You ended up feeling more and more tired from the thoughts spiraling through your mind and eventually went to bed, but despite feeling tired and exhausted from dancing you still couldn’t fall asleep.
You twisted and turned and you head just couldn’t find peace and kept thinking and thinking. Not only about Taehyung but a ton of things, even things that weren’t causing you stress now caused you stress as you thought of them.
You sighed and stared up at the ceiling.
You eventually fell asleep later that night but the morning started with you frantically searching for your water bottle, of course you had a large stash of water bottles in the kitchen but this one in particular was your favorite... it suddenly hit you that you forgot it in the hangout area at the dance academy.
 A feeling of relief and frustration washed over you and you slumped down on your sofa in the living room.
It was raining heavily outside and the sky was dull and grey. The sounds tapped lightly against your windows and it was a nice. You loved rain (if you were indoors that was). 
 You stood back up again and went to prepare yourself some breakfast.
You didn’t have any classes today which meant you had the day off. Either you’d spend it at home to catch up on series all day or head into town and do some shopping to then head home and binge watch your shows regardless for the remainder of the day.
You stretched your arms out gently, feeling a little sore from yesterday as you waited for the water to boil when the memory of yesterday replayed in your head.
“Is that your boyfriend?” You slapped you hand against your forehead to try and delete the haunting memory.
Why did he have to ask that!?
You switched on the tv in the living room while you continued to make breakfast and get ready so that the sounds would make it easier for you not to think about it.
 Fast forward to later and you had found a few likable items and done a mini-grocery shop and was seated on the bus to head back home.
Your phone dinged.
Taehyung: 5 on Saturday?
You: Sure!
Taehyung: I’ll bring your water bottle! You forgot it yesterday, I found it in the hangout room just now and I’m pretty sure it was yours.
You: Please do, I looked for it all morning! It’s my favorite one…
Taehyung: Count on me! It’s already safe in my bag!
You started to type out the words “my hero” but you held back… was it too much? You bit your lip and looked down on the written words one more time before forcing yourself to hit send.
You: My hero
Taehyung: [Typing…]
Your heart started beating a little harder.
Taehyung: ;)
You let out a little internal squeal and put your phone back into your bag as the bus pulled up to your stop.
--
The two of you ended up having a blast together, the food was great, the conversations, the laughs. You had bounded well and it almost felt too easy and good to be true.
"Winner pays dinner" you had laughed while reaching into your bag.
"Sinner treats winner, that rhymes too." Taehyung teased and pulled out his wallet.
"No, I won, I pay. You can pay next time." 
"Does that mean another battle?"
"You bet" you declared and placed your card on the table.
 With a shy smile brought on by the memory you sat down on the sofa in the teacher's lounge with your water bottle in your hand.
You had just held an intense class and if you were exhausted then surely your beginner students would be suffering even more right now.
You took another sip when a group of teachers entered after their classes.
You knew them but didn't really see them as any of your friends.
 "Did you meet the new teacher yet?" One of them asked the other.
They were three teachers in total and you were pretty sure they all had either ballet or contemporary... you should know since you too were a contemporary teacher too but you didn't mind.
"The tall one with broad shoulders?"
"Yes him!"
"I haven't seen him yet" the third commented with a pout.
"He is so handsome and he was checking me out the other day." 
They giggled.
You felt a need to roll your eyes.
"I haven't spoken to him yet but I'll get his number eventually."
You already had it and you didn't ask...
"Yet another one? When will you quit playing sis, remember the hiphop teacher?"
"Uhm, don't mention him thanks."
Oh right... that's why you never bothered to befriend them.
 Taehyung should actually be here any moment now for your scheduled practice...
As you thought about it Taehyung suddenly appeared wearing his long coat and entered the teacher's lounge.
"Excuse me." He said low and tried to get past the chit-chatters who were blocking the door way.
They shoved the third girl in her side so she'd get that it was him and they all checked him out.
 Taehyung hadn't spotted you on the sofa yet and he was wearing headphones.
 "So what did you think of my routine yesterday?" One of them suddenly asked while Taehyung kneeled down to untie his boots.
He removed a headphone and looked up.
"Huh?"
"You watched my routine yesterday, what did you think?" She repeated.
Taehyung paused briefly.
"I don't remember watching you, sorry."
Her smile fell and Taehyung returned to his shoes.
He wasn't rude in his response but she wanted to make it seem that way to cover up for the humiliation she felt.
She appeared to be a bit of a brat...
 Taehyung took out his phone from his coat pocket and removed his headphones and coat.
He was doing something on his phone but you couldn't tell what.... until your phone suddenly rang next to you, grabbing the attention of all five of you.
 "Call: Taehyung"
"Taehyung I'm right here." You laughed
"Oh my god I didn't see you!" Taehyung laughed embarrassed and clicked the call away.
 This felt more and more like a scene from a high school movie.
 You got up from the sofa and Taehyung walked over and gave you a big hug, this time you were prepared for it.
"Sorry I'm sweaty."
"It's ok, we'll both be soon. You can head up and I'll just put on my sneakers real quick." He smiled.
"Ok, I can bring your water bottle, I'll refill mine on the way too so."
"Thanks!" Taehyung quickly pulled out his bottle from his bag and handed it to you and you walked out.
 --
 You turned on the lights and placed the bottles near the stereo and sooner than later Taehyung came running up the stairs and closed the door to the practice room behind him.
 When you turned around you felt like your legs were about to melt from the sight of the tiny ponytail he had tied half his hair up in.
"You like?" Taehyung asked, noticing you looking.
"I love!"
 Taehyung walked over to the stereo and tried to connect his phone to the sound system.
 The two of you were all alone.
The students had all left for the day and the scheduled classes were over and eventually the rest of the teachers would head home too.
 Black sweatpants, folded up by the bottom to show off the ankles and a loose fitted worn-out white long sleeve...
Maybe it was meant to look worn out or it was his favorite top... regardless it fit snugg around his arms, showing off the soft sculpted curves of his triceps.
The thin fabric allowed you to vaguely distinguish the lines of his toned back concealed beneath.
You were staring.
 His neck was wide and long, the curve from his neck to his shoulders practically begged to be caressed....
His shoulders were wide and his waist slim, creating a perfect V shaped figure. 
 Taehyung’s hand adjusted the hair tie slightly and you felt your knees go even weaker and you began to fidget.
How could someone look so good with merely any effort?
 Despite the black sweats being loose they hugged his thighs flatteringly and the curve of his butt strained the fabric ever so slightly.
 The music started at low volume and Taehyung let out a little cheer of excitement before turning it up.
 Just vibing... you'd done that tons of times but Taehyung was making you nervous even when in your own element.
 He walked over and took place by your side with a chuckle.
Was he blushing?
 "I really like this song." He pointed out and moved side to side in tune to the song.
He felt a little awkward and it was noticeable by how his shoulders were suddenly a lot closer to his ears.
 "I do an 8, you do an 8 and so on?" You suggested.
"Sure! After you." He smile and gestured forwards towards you.
 It didn't take long until you both felt more comfortable and warmed up, daring to show off more advanced moves and triggering an impromptu dance battle between you.
 Taehyung was laughing and cheering, as well as you.
"Yeah!" He yelled, jumping on the spot.
Eventually it came to a pause as you both became pretty exhausted and needed to catch your breaths.
 Taehyung ran over to grab his water bottle and you took the opportunity to stretch your legs for a few seconds.
He jogged back towards you, but this time he stopped a lot closer to you.
You natural response would've been to taken a step back but you yelled at yourself internally "don't you dare move back!"
 His chest was moving up and down... the skin of his neck shimmering from the sweat starting to form... and his top only clinging to him tighter...
 Fuck...
 "So, do you have any ideas or any concept you'd like to go for? I was thinking last night and I thought of a concept that I think might be cool but of course if you disagree we'll make something up together!" Taehyung rambled, his fingers intertwined and fidgeting.
 ("Her... her nipples are peaking through the fabric...." he swallowed. "Her leggings are as tight around her thighs like her invisible grip of me is... don't stare! Don't look Taehyung! Show some respect!")
 "I like what we were feeling in the vibe, we could implement some of those steps for the chorus, considering they're beginners we need to keep it somewhat simple, but also spicy." You said eagerly
 "True! But, should we perhaps... pick a song first?"
"Yes of course! But I want to hear about your concept idea."
 You were feeling a lot more comfortable all of a sudden.
 "Well..." Taehyung began and walked over towards the stereo. "I got the idea while listening to this song yesterday..." He explained and put it on.
  The concept as well as the song was right up your street and you strongly supported Taehyung suggested, earning a shy proud grin from the man.
 Time flies fast when you have fun they say, and indeed it did. You managed to get a chorus segment "sketch" down and recorded it before moving on to just vibing and having fun again.
 --
 Taehyung's playful energetic soul was magnetic.
The way he twisted and turned, freestyled and became one with the music mesmerized you.
Going from a serious expression and aggressive freestyle to breaking into a bubbly giggle to then talk serious as he expressed his smart ideas...
 Yes... yes maybe... just maybe... he was tugging a little (a lot) at your heart strings...
Not only did he look good and move good... but he was good.
A good boy.
 You chuckled for yourself, accidently grabbing Taehyung's attention from where he was stood by the stereo.
 He smiled.
 Suddenly the music was cut off as Taehyung switched the music.
 You knew this song...
This was a Kizomba song!
 Taehyung jogged back towards you, jamming playfully to the music.
 Suddenly your heart shot up from your chest to your throat as Taehyung's hand landed by your lower back and the other grabbed your arm.
"Teach me." He said playfully.
 Your heart was racing, pounding, everything all at once.
   Taehyung took a step back and you caught on to follow his attempt to lead.
Your hand grabbed his hand and with the other you took the opportunity to feel over his shoulder before placing it against his shoulder blade.
 "You- you have to be a lot closer to me." You pointed out. The words came out less stuttered than you feared they had.
 He did as told and you moved closer as well, closing off the space between you by almost 100%.
 You readjusted his position slightly.
"Keep your knees bent when you move and for now, just follow my lead and follow the sway of my hips and match me."
Taehyung nodded, suddenly appearing a little less confident.
 ("Match the sway of her ...hips?")
 "Walk forward slowly" you instructed and began to sway in simple motions to allow him to keep up.
"Relax your shoulders more."
You stopped him, doing some stationary steps and allowing him to get more of a feel for it."
Your hips moved gracefully and he attempted to match your movements with the sway of his own while his hand pressed firmly against your lower back.
"You're doing good"
"You look really good- when you dance I mean." He chuckled shyly, gripping your hand tighter.
Did he really just say that?
"Walk sideways for me, crossing your right foot in front."
 He did as he was told the best he could and you took a step apart from him to allow yourself to walk straight along the side of him seemingly leading you.
His eyes were focused on you.
You quickly twisted back and felt his hand press your closer as you did.
 Taehyung naturally took the lead.
He walked you backwards with a focused expression.
You forgot about the fact that you were meant to instruct him as you got caught up in the chemistry the two of you had together.
 Your eyes had found his chin as a focus point... but first now you dared to face him properly and look into his eyes.
His lips were slightly parted and he was looking down at you with a serious concentrated expression, so different from his usual trademark smile.
 The song faded out and changed to a new more upbeat one.
 "Try taking more dramatic determined steps." You suggested in a soft spoken voice.
You threw a glance at the mirror, feeling your heart beat catch on again at the sight of the two of you dancing together.
 Taehyung tried his best to experiment and lead you in a circle, making you giggle and allowing for him to glance in the mirror himself.
At the sight you could feel him adjust his hold and his posture.
His hips moved with more confidence.
 "You're doing really good." You encouraged again.
"It's easy to dance with you."
"Maybe we're a good match... rhythmically."
"I think so too."
 You didn't want to stop dancing.
You could feel his lean back with your hand and had to hold back to not allow it to smooth over the area sensually... which of course would've added to the dance but what if it was too.... obvious?
 Taehyung had other plans… Unable to hold back much longer…
He let go of you, parting ways and headed towards the light switch.
He turned on the colorful spotlights and turned off the bright large ones, setting the atmosphere even more as the room got darker.
He returned to you, expression still serious but hands more confident than before.
His hands travelled up under your loose shirt shyly, caressing your sides gently.
As his touch travelled higher his confidence grew and he dared to press his exploring hands firmer against your skin.
A fear of being pushed away lingered  in him but your sudden touch reassured him that what he was doing was welcome as your hand reached up and caressed his cheek, eyes not breaking the gaze for longer than it took to blink.
 Your heart made itself known, pounding harder and different… not like when you had danced to the point of exhaustion but an exciting and anxious pounding.
 His hands travelled back down, following your curves like he was studying a statue. Slow and sensual until they stopped on your hips and gripped firmer.
 The music was bouncing between the walls in the room, filling the atmosphere with more ecstasy.
 Taehyung turned you slowly, leading.
He walked you back towards the mirror, leaning closer with his lips slightly parted and hooded eyes.
His forehead touched yours, nose tips accidently brushing against each other.
 Your back suddenly pressed against the cold reflective surface and Taehyung’s hand pressed against the mirror next to your head.
 Your blood was on fire.
What were you hoping he would do next?
Were you even aware of what you wished for?
Aware of how you impulsively leaned up as he leaned in, lips touching shyly before pressing greedily against each other causing you both to melt and give in to the other shamelessly.
With your hands behind his head, you pulled him closer to you and his hand caressed your cheek as you tasted the other’s need on each other’s lips, fueling the lust filled desire suppressed between you even more.
 It felt like a “finally” moment, deep connection finally confessing and giving into the irresistible magnetic pull.
 His lips, so soft and greedy yet so gentle and desperate at the same time… you could taste the need he had held confined and it’s sweet flavor was addictive.
It was the flavor you had been so desperate to taste for so long and finally gave in to, giving him the same sweet flavor in return that he too had craved for just as long.
 Your hand tangled into his long hair as the other fell to his shoulder, eager to explore the rest of him, but still so shy.
 Taehyung pressed his body firmly against yours, feeling your soft chest press against his strong.
With a hand that failed to resist he felt up your bare skin again, beneath your top and firmly squeezed your left breast through your sports bra, causing you to slip a moan against the kiss.
 With a slight tilt of his head he deepened the kiss, massaging and feeling your breast while his other hand found its way back to your hip.
 His touch was eager and desperately curious… taking full advantage of the moment to feel you and touch you as he pleased. The way your body and touch responded to his only made the raging fire within him spread and he could feel how he grew hard.
 “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.” He confessed in the heat of the moment.
“You touch me like this in my dreams every night.”
 He groaned softly, unable to resist the need for friction and grinding up against you.
He was a whole different version of himself, set free.
“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” He whispered, grinding firmer.
“You hope I do don’t you?” You teased, sliding a hand up under his shirt, feeling up his lean back.
“I think of you.”
 Your cheeks burned, reminded of the countless shameless times you had given yourself permission to use his name when you were alone since you first laid eyes on him.
“I do…”
 “I want you so fucking bad.”
 Hearing a man who barely cursed, curse for once was a whole new type of arousing experience… especially with that deep voice of his.
 You could feel his desperation press firmly against your thigh, making you bite your lip as your thighs pressed together firmer.
 His lips brushed gently against your ear, letting out another low whisper.
“Do you want me?”
He sounded a little insecure, almost innocent.
“Can I have you?” He asked, voice slightly shaken.
 “I’m already yours.”
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
“Ssh, I want this more than anything.”
 He smiled.
 His delicate hands grabbed the hem of your top, pulling it up and off your head, tossing it to the side and reaching for the hem of his own.
Exposing the shimmering golden hue of his skin when he pulled it up, revealing his broad chest and toned shoulders and tossing it to the floor as well.
 His hands landed on your hips, forehead touching yours again like a secret form of greeting between the two of you. Exchanging eager smiles before your lips crashed against each other again.
 The rhythm of the music guided your hands, sensually feeling up his bare upper body and caressing their way back down to the hem of his sweats.
Taehyung’s fingers slid in under the hem of your sports bra, pushing it up over your chest, exposing your breasts with a gentle bounce and pulling it up over your head.
His hands cupped them both, squeezing gently, pushing your arousal further to the edge, giving you the final boost of confidence needed.
 He wanted you, was desperate to feel and touch… to love.
 Your hands pushed his sweats further down his hips, along with his underwear.
He replied by hooking his thumbs in under the hem of your tight leggings, pulling them down over your backside and down your thighs greedily.
 A thin trail of black stubble trailed from his navel further south.
You pushed his sweats and boxers over his hips, allowing them to slip from your grip and fall down his sculpted legs, exposing him.
You broke free from the intoxicating kiss briefly to look down but his hand was quick to cup your chin and tilt it back up so his tongue could dive back in.
 He flinched when he felt your touch as your hand caressed up his thick length.
 Your leggings fell to the floor and you quickly stepped out of them, kicking them away.
 The music consumed you again, and with his hand on your hips you couldn’t resist but dance with him a little more.
Taehyung smiled against the kiss, swaying with you playfully for a while before sliding a hand into your panties, catching you off guard as his fingers brushed over your clit.
 You wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock, causing him to wince and started jerking him off teasingly slow.
 His weakness was obviously your touch.
The way he responded to it, immediately greedy for more, reassuring you that you made him feel more than just good.
 His free hand pulled your panties down with slight aggression and successfully got them to slide down your legs to be kicked away by you, landing by his sweats somewhere on the floor behind him.
 You stroked him faster, caressing the back of his neck with your free hand, making him unable to escape from the heated kiss.
 His left fingers teased at your nipple while the right were getting soaked by the wetness between your thighs. He slid his hand up and down against your lowers a few times before stopping and teasing his middle finger against your entrance, triggering anticipation.
 You inhaled sharply as his finger greedily pushed into you, curling.
Your lips parted and his nose brushed comfortingly against the side of your face with a gentle hum of pleasure.
 “Floor or mirror?” He asked, pushing his finger in deeper.
“F-floor.” You stuttered, exhaling shakily and squeezing him tighter.
 His finger slipped out, arms wrapping around you strongly and sliding down along your body as he kneeled.
He pressed a gentle kiss against your tummy, looking up at you with big dark eyes.
 You kneeled and before you knew it your back hit the floor with Taehyung above you, between your thighs.
He took a moment to admire the view beneath him before hooking your thigh over his hip.
 Your eyes focused on his beautiful face, studying his features up close as you reached to cup his cheeks.
You felt how he dragged the tip of his dick up between your soft folds, then down, repeating the motion, making your desperation become unbearable.
 “Ready?”
You nodded.
 He pressed the tip firmly against your entrance, pushing in with a strained expression as his hands squeezed your waist.
He whimpered, pushing in further.
The tip slid in, big as he was you felt a stretch, but it felt nothing but good.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, pushing in halfway and causing you to moan.
 Taehyung shifted slightly, lowering himself above you, supporting himself on his forearms as he pushed in deeper, sliding in all the way.
He kissed your lips and looked to the side, seeing your reflection in the mirror of the dimly lit room.
 He pulled back slightly, pushing back in gently but deep and nuzzled by your neck.
Your hands caressed his back as he repeated the move, gently warming you up, moving his hips at a gentle pace. His smirk had pleasure written all over it and the expression along with the gentle soft sighs made you feel even more drawn to him.
“You feel so good…” He confessed, whispering.
So did he…
The deep penetration, the soft gentle thrusts causing your wetness to leak around him as you clenched tightly around his thick dick, earning another groan from him.
He moved his hips back further, pulling out a little more than half way and thrusted back in. Your head leaned back and his lips latched on to your neck briefly, sucking a faint mark as his hips began to move with more power and greed.
Hums of pleasure were exchanged, gentle whispers of each other names and sweet blissful moans.
You turned your head to the side and was met by the reflection. Two dark silhouettes, one on top of the other, hips thrusting against the other, pushing deeper and harder, making you feel better than best within.
Whatever dance the two of you were performing together, it was highly intoxicating. There was no concern about being heard, no concern about being interrupted. It was only you and him and the sweet sounds between you featuring the sensual music. The feeling of his dick pushing into you, stretching you and rubbing up against every sweet secret spots within.
The connection you had was strong, whatever had brought you together for this very moment felt like something unavoidable, something long planned by fate herself, shaping the two of you apart to fit together perfectly once you met.
You felt more drawn to him than to anyone before and everything felt so natural and so right… so destined…
 Taehyung let out a loud moan as he suddenly snapped his hips harder against you.
He went faster, picking up his pace and adding even more passion, biting his lower lip hard.
He was breathing heavily, your hand tangled in his hair as he took it all out.
Whatever frustrations tortured his beautiful mind, whatever stress he felt.
 You pulled him down towards you, enough for you to reach his lips for passionate kiss. But he quickly parted, struggling to breathe properly.
“I- I’m going to cum…” He whimpered, going harder and faster.
His grip grew tighter, groans louder and moves fueled by even more desperation.
Your hand reached down to rub against your clit as you felt yourself nearing your limit too.
If you weren’t alone, whoever was still around would have definitely heard the loud moan that escaped Taehyung’s throat.
“Fuck…! You drive me fucking crazy.” He groaned, holding on tightly as if to hinder you from escaping even though you weren’t going to go anywhere unless it was with him.
You arched your back, squirming softly as your muscles tensed, nearing your climax.
His lips pressed to your ear, panting.
“Say my name.” He begged. “Say my name baby.”
He thrusted deeper and you slipped his name in a soft whimper, making him feel almost high.
He hummed, followed by a deep “yes” when your body suddenly released.
You whimpered, tugging at his hair and touching yourself desperately as your body gave in, clenching tightly and releasing in an explosive manner around him.
He quickly pulled out and pushed himself up on his knees, jerking himself off.
His head leaned back, extending his luscious neck to the point of veins showing before he came with a deep grunt, squirting his release on your lower abdomen.
His chest was moving rapidly with his breathing as his hand slowed down, milking him of the final drops of his own orgasm. Exhausted and full of bliss he fell on top of you with a wide smile, needy for your embrace.
With ease he rolled the two of you over on the floor for you to rest on top of his glowing body as you both calmed down.
A new need took over, the need to just be close and cuddle, to hear his rapid heartbeat as it began to calm down, to feel his hands caress your back lovingly before he helped you up and helped you get dressed.
But for now you just remained on the floor, questioning nothing and resting in each other’s embrace.
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s1utspeare · 3 years
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Get To Know Me!
@foxofninetales tagged me in this ask game and since I LOVE HER i will now be doing it (i mean i’d do it anyway but now it will be filled with love for FOX i am not accepting CRITICISM ON THIS POINT)
Part I
name: Brigid! I’m named after the Irish goddess of like, poetry, healing, smithcraft, and protection, or the Irish saint (they’re both pretty similar it’s just whether or not you’re talking about Celtic religion or Catholicism). She’s very cool, and I think it’s a very fitting name for who I turned out to be!
pronouns: she/her
star sign: i’m an insufferable theatre kid of course I’m a Leo
height: 5'8″ babeeeyyy (172 cm). I’m not short like, at all, but all of my family members are over six foot, so I’m like. tiny in comparison. they all make fun of me all the time for it :(
time: 8:49pm! A delightful time of evening!!! 
birthday: July 31st, same day as Harry Potter lol.
nationality: american :P
fave bands/groups/solo artists: hnnnngggghhhh why would u ask me this I don’t KNOW jk i just have a lot uhhhhh all time faves would be Bastille and Mumford and Sons, but I’m SUPER into kpop right now, so my top groups are BTS, Stray Kids, and One OK Rock (who are technically jpop but I really like their stuff). I also am a Broadway BITCH (hello, theatre kid) so before this year all of my Spotify library was basically just show tunes. 
song stuck in your head: Get Away by VeriVery. I think they’re a pretty new group? idk i saw them on one of those tumblr promotional things and checked out the music video which is like??? really interesting conceptually? so I’ve just been listening to the song for a while lol. 
last movie you watched: Train to Busan! I’m gearing up to write a dmbj zombie apocalypse AU and so I was like “this is a popular zombie film! I’ll watch it for inspiration! :)” holy shit. holy shit i was so wrong. It’s one of the most viscerally affecting films I think I’ve ever seen, I was like. On the verge of an anxiety attack the entire time but in like the best possible way?? it’s a mastery of character introduction and action/horror and I cried for like the last ten minutes straight. SO affecting. I do NOT RECOMMEND IT if u are already made anxious by zombie apocalypse scenarios, blood, violence, and a Lot of Death. 
last show you binged: hmmm uh like I’m currently watching Mystic Nine but at like a normal pace, so the last show I probably binge watched was maybeeee The Uncanny Counter on Netflix? HIGHLY recommend that one, I made @cross-d-a watch it and I’m living for her liveblog reactions lmao. Idk most of my free time has been spent writing the past few months which. After months of only having the energy to watch shows is kind of really invigorating? the things u can do when u fix ur health I’ll tell you what
when you created your blog: in 2012 asldighalsdkfjladskjga i came on here to like burdge’s pjo fanart :)
the last thing you googled: "is it bad not to have an air cap on your tire” ALSDIGHALKDFJLADFJA FUCK ME (i learned that it’s not necessarily bad but it can get dirt and stuff built up in there so I went to the store after work today and replaced it)
other blogs: everything is here bc i am too lazy to create a sideblog! so sorry to everyone who does not follow me for cdrama content bc this is all I am now. 
why i chose my url: cause it’s my ao3 username and i wanted people to be able to find me more easily on tumblr! :) the long answer is because i love shakespeare and also i think that slut is a really funny word and concept for me especially because i am one of the most sexless people u will ever meet in ur life so slutspeare is like. an aggressively ace joke that only I think is funny. 
how many people are you following: 588
how many followers do you have: ah just over 200?!??!!? which is like. a lot for me. I think it was like 75 up until like last year omg 
average hours of sleep: my sleep app says I average around eight! which is very good for me! I do have to get enough sleep consistently or I will Have A Bad Time so my sleep schedule is pretty good and luckily I don’t have the Insomnia depression I have the Sleep Lots one which I am glad for bc idk what I’d do if I couldn’t Be Unconscious regularly. Die probably. 
lucky numbers: I don’t think I have lucky numbers?? my favorite number is 21 for no reason other than the vibes alone. 
instruments: i’ve played the piano for uhhhh.... eighteen years now? and I can play the ukulele and am surprisingly good with the recorder since I’ve had to play it in Multiple Theatre Performances. I was also an honor choir singer back in high school so I’ve done a lot of select ensemble stuff which was super fun! 
what i'm currently wearing: a Life Is Good long-sleeved t-shirt that says “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” that I got in a military surplus store like a million years ago and red Adidas athletic shorts that I found at the thrift store a couple weeks back
dream job: playwright! I just wanna be a playwright! playwriting is like drugs i literally go nuts for it
dream trip: I don’t know??? I don’t really like traveling tbh aslidhalkfdj umm I do want to see the grand canyon sometime before I die tho so maybe a road trip down there? I definitely like traveling solo so I’d probably just hang out with myself and drive and go to whatever places I want and see dumb tourist attractions and sing loudly in the car
fave food: CURRY i know i said eggs the last time it asked me this but I miss my local Indian restaurant I want to eat literal Platefuls of tikka masala at 12pm at the Indian buffet after my physics class again :(
top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: hmmm i don’t know, actually! probably one where I have Powers and could do Cool Hand Motions and make Lights Appear. If I were anywhere with like. An Actual World-Dooming problem tho I would not be helpful at all. I would just die. Besides, I already live in fictional universes half the time, I’m a writer! 
Part II
last song: Basquiat by Pentagon! The music video is like. Very whumpy. So if you’re into that... the song’s also a bop
last stream: i don't watch streams very often, I just watch clips from them, cause those usually just give the best parts lol 
currently reading: mmmmmbbbaaaaahhhhh literally nothing? I’m trying to get caught up on the backlog of dmbj fic I haven’t gotten around to so Binding by @vishcount is next on that list! oh I guess I’m also reading Johnny Tremain with my kids (one of them SPOILED THE END and I forgot how it ended and now I’m big sad). 
currently watching: Mystic Niiiiinnnneeeeee! love those gay history bitches. everyone in that show is so funny. I just finished the Fuba Side Plot tho and now we’re back to Politics so i’m like >:( someone give zhang baby rishan a hug (and then i write angst about him what is wrong with me)
what is antipoetry to you: antipoetry??? what the heck is antipoetry hold on... uhhhh that’s just poetry. who came up with this term. i guess like lyrical fiction would be the technical correct definition but idk I consider anything to be poetry! like that’s the whole point! poetry is poetry is poetry as long as it’s focused on intensity and emotions it’s poetry! a haiku? poetry. the random one-lined mess of words on my phone? poetry. a literal drawing of a cardinal with the word “bird” written next to it? poetry. idk I’ve been trying to teach my kids that there are no wrong ways to write creatively; if you’re expressing yourself and making emotions, then you’re writing! also like half of my work could be considered antipoetry lmao. I love emotionally supercharging the mundane.
currently craving: i have noooo ideaaaasssss i’m literally just vibing. uh. water? ok i took care of that one my water bottle was right next to me. 
AH IF YOU READ THIS MUCH THANK YOU???? i love u 
uhhhh no pressure tags for @xia-xueyi, @nope4ever, @bookjoyworm, @elletromil, and @gaiahenshin, as well as anyone else who would like to give the full-rundown on themselves! :D
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katshi · 3 years
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The Mermaid Pendant
Farmer (F) x Harvey
Possible Trigger Warnings: Light alcohol use. Mention of Non-Consent.
Author’s note: This is my very first fanfiction. Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Please enjoy this silly fluff story!
Word count: 4050
Chapter 1
She held the mermaid pendant in her hand, carefully examining it. It had seemed like it had taken weeks for the rain to come so she could finally purchase it. Sure, she could have proposed with a ring like they do in the city. It would probably have been ok, considering Kala wasn’t originally from Pelican Town. But ever since she had heard about the strange marriage tradition of this sleepy valley she knew that she had to propose like a local. “Now,” she thought to herself “All that’s left to do is to plan the proposal,”. The hot air balloon ride was quite something. “It will be difficult to top that,” Kala thought.
                                                               *** The next day Kala made her way to the clinic after completing all of her farm work for the day. She was carrying a couple of black coffees with her as usual. She entered the clinic.
  “Hi, Maru,” she said cheerfully.
  “Hi Kala, are you looking for Harvey?” She asked.
  “Yeah, is he free right now?”
  “Sure, go ahead,” Maru replied.
  Kala approached Harvey’s office, making sure to knock before entering.
  “Come in” she heard his voice through the door.
  “Hi! do you have a spare 10 minutes to share a coffee with me?” Kala asked.
  “Of course, I can always make time for you,” Harvey replied.
  “Great,” Kala said while sitting down and handing the coffee to Harvey.
  Kala took a couple of small sips , it had taken her a little while to get used to the taste of unsweetened black coffee but now she actually enjoyed it. “Um” Kala mumbled  “There is actually something I would like to ask you,”
“What is it?” enquired Harvey.
  Kala felt a little nervous, but tried to act cool “It’s just like asking for a normal date,” she kept telling herself.
  “Well, how would you like to go for a hike up the mountain this Sunday? It would be nice to enjoy the scenery before Summer ends, and I know you were trying to do a bit more exercise, it... it would be nice to do something like this together,” Kala was rambling.
  Harvey paused for a moment. “Sure, that sounds lovely,” he replied.
  “Oh! Great! Ok,” Kala found it difficult to conceal her smile “I’ll pack us a lunch, and if you meet me at my house on Sunday morning. Around 8 AM maybe? We should probably get an early start before it gets too hot”. Kala beamed.
  “Sounds perfect,” Harvey said calmly as they both finished their coffees.
                                                                 *** Early that Sunday morning Kala was frantically looking through her wardrobe. “Should I just wear something cute and comfortable? Maybe I should wear something a bit fancier? This will probably be a day to remember” She thought. The time was quickly approaching 8 AM. The packed lunch was ready and waiting in the fridge, the pendant was hidden in her backpack but Kala was still so anxious. Kala glanced at the clock.
  “Oh! Gotta hurry, he’ll be here any minute!”
She quickly threw on her usual denim dungarees, a white flowy blouse and fixed a ribbon in her hair. At that moment there was a knock on her door.
  “I’m coming,” Kala shouted.
  She ran over and opened the door.
  “Good morning,” Harvey greeted Kala with a beaming smile.
  “Good morning!”
  Harvey was standing there wearing brown shorts, a light green polo shirt, a sweatband and had quite a large backpack.
“You certainly look ready to hike,” Kala commented.
  “Haha, yeah I guess you don’t see me like this that much..” Harvey said, blushing slightly.
  “Come in for a minute, I’m nearly ready. I just need to put the lunch away and put some sunscreen on,''
Kala gestured for Harvey to come in. Despite how long Kala and Harvey had known each other this was the first time Harvey had been inside Kala’s house. He cautiously entered and stood in the living room.
  “Take a seat, don’t be shy,” Kala said.
  “Thank you,”
  Harvey sat down on the blue sofa and glanced around the room. Kala placed their packed lunch inside her backpack, quickly checking to make sure the pendant was still there. It was. She gave a quiet sigh of relief. Then she took her sun cream and began applying it to her face.
  “I presume you’re already wearing sun protection,” Kala said to Harvey.
  “Yeah, I’ve got to be careful with this pale skin of mine,” Harvey replied with a chuckle.
  Once Kala was finished applying her sun cream she placed her backpack on her back with a thud.
  “Ok, I’m ready when you are!” She declared.
  “Alright, let’s go,” Harvey said.
  Kala led the way up the mountain path. The light shimmered through the leaves of the trees similar to how the sun reflects off of a pool of calm water. The cicadas in the distance gently hummed and the birds sang sweetly. A gentle breeze rustled through the foliage and danced around Kala’s ponytail. It was altogether a beautiful late-summer’s day. After several minutes of hiking Kala could hear Harvey’s breath become louder and his footsteps became slower. Kala turned to him and smiled.
“How’re you doing back there? Keeping up?”
  Harvey’s face was bright pink and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. Harvey let out a heavy sigh.
  “Yeah, just about managing.” He paused “I’ve still got a long way to work on my fitness though, could we slow down a little?”
  “Of course!” Kala slowed her pace and walked side-by-side with him.
                                                                  *** They had been walking for a couple of hours now and the summer heat was really beginning to intensify.
  “I think we’re nearly at the summit,” Kala said eagerly.
  “I…*pant*… can’t …*pant*… wait…” replied Harvey.
  Kala picked up her pace a little, making her way to the next clearing. She stopped suddenly.
  “We’re here, we’re here!” She jumped up and down excitedly. “The view is amazing!” Kala exclaimed.
  Harvey hiked up as quickly as he could, panting the entire way. When he had caught his breath he looked up and took in the view.
  “Wow,” he whispered.
  The mountains appeared to go on forever with Zuzu city nestled neatly in the valley. It looked so small from this distance.
  “So? Shall we stop here and eat?” Kala asked.
  “Yeah, I definitely need a break,” Harvey replied.
  Kala took out a picnic blanket from her bag and carefully placed it on the ground. Harvey sat down and began gulping water from his backpack. She removed a few boxes from her bag and began opening them to reveal some tasty-looking sandwiches, cherry tomatoes and various other cutely-cut veggies and fruits.
  “Ok, let’s eat,” She said enthusiastically.
  “Looks delicious” Harvey smiled.
                                                                ***  
The lunch went down well.
  “That was wonderful as usual,” Harvey said. Kala blushed.
  “Thank you,” She paused.
“Um, actually, I also brought some wine, if you’d like,” Kala rummaged around in her backpack and produced a bottle with a clearly homemade label. “It’s starfruit wine, I’ve been producing it all summer, it’s meant to be delicious!”
  “Oh! That does look good!” Harvey said with a glimmer in his eyes “…but, I’m not sure about drinking it now, maybe later, after the walk?”
  “Oh, yeah, sure,”
  Kala looked a little disappointed but returned the bottle to her bag. They sat in silence for a little while. She couldn’t stop herself from tapping her fingers nervously. Her heart was pounding. She slipped her hand inside her backpack to check for the pendant. She felt around but could not find it. Kala started to panic a little. She picked up the bag and began digging through it furiously, still no luck.
  “Is everything alright?” Asked Harvey, concerned by the worry on Kala’s face.
  “Um, … uhh,” Kala wasn’t sure if she should be honest or try to pretend everything was ok. “Well, I think I’ve lost something,” she confessed.
  “Oh, what have you lost? Let me help you look for it,”
  “Um! Actually it’s ok! I’ll look for it myself,” Kala replied sharply, a mixture of anxiety and embarrassment on her face.
“How could I lose something so important, I’m such an idiot,” She thought to herself.
  “Ok then,” Harvey said, looking confused and slightly hurt.
  Kala’s eyes darted quickly around the area. Then she saw it, glinting in the sun on the edge of their picnic blanket. Relief washed over her. Harvey’s eyes were drawn to where she was looking. He squinted. He couldn’t quite make it out at first, but then he realised what he was looking at. 
“Oh!” He exclaimed and picked it up. He hadn’t seen a mermaid pendant in person before but he could tell exactly what it was by the stories he had heard.
  “Is.. is this what you were looking for?” He couldn’t quite believe it.
  “Ye.. yes!” Kala stuttered and blushed deeply.
  Harvey looked stunned. “W.. wait. You realise what this means here, right?”
  “Yes of course!” Kala said, slightly annoyed.
  “…and, you were planning on giving it to me today?” Harvey asked, still not quite able to accept what was happening.
  “Yes! Harvey, you’re smart, kind, hard-working and always there for me. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” 
Harvey’s eyes were glistening. “I… I’m not sure what to say. But, I accept!” Harvey leaned in to embrace Kala. He squeezed her tightly.
“It’s hard to believe someone like you would want to marry someone like me,” He said.
“What do you mean? You’re so wonderful, I was so nervous that you might decline,” Kala had tears in her eyes. 
“How about that wine now, huh?” She said while wiping her face.
“Well, I guess one glass won’t hurt” He chuckled.                                                           *** Chapter 2
Kala and Harvey sipped their wine leisurely while watching the world slowly go by. The birds soared high above their heads and darted around playfully. Curious squirrels jumped from branch to branch, while leaves fell slowly around the couple like confetti.
  “This wine really is delicious,” Harvey announced.
  “It tastes even better under the circumstances” chuckled Kala.
Harvey smiled. The sun glistened through the golden liquid. They finished their glasses and Kala went to rest her head on Harvey’s lap.
  “This is nice,” she hummed.
“I’m so happy” replied Harvey as he gave Kala a peck on her forehead. After a little while of bathing in the glow of their feelings of bliss Kala slowly stood up.
“I suppose we should make our way back now.” Kala yawned.
Harvey groaned as he stood up.
  “I still can’t believe you would want to marry an old man like me,” he said half-jokingly. Kala gave him a swift kiss on the cheek.
“You’re not that old” She smiled.
Harvey and Kala made their way back down the mountain with the evening sun warming their backs.
                                                               *** Kala unlocked her front door and flung her backpack onto the couch. Harvey followed her inside to the kitchen. Kala began pouring two glasses of cool water.
  “Here you go,” Kala passed one of the glasses to Harvey and took a big gulp from her own glass.
“Thank you,” Harvey took a large sip. Beads of sweat were still forming on both of their faces and their hair was damp as if they had been caught in the rain. Kala pushed her fringe to one side and examined the droplets on her hand.
“We could both use a shower,” Kala snickered. “Do you want to stay for a bit? We could get cleaned up, have some dinner and finish that wine...” Kala questioned, sheepishly.
  Harvey hesitated for a second or two then replied. “We shouldn’t let that wine go to waste, should we?”
Kala smiled.
“Do you want to have a shower first? I can get you a spare towel, and um…” Kala paused to think. “I don’t think I have any spare clothes that would fit you…” Kala looked disappointed.
“It’s ok. I brought a spare shirt actually,” Harvey piped.
Kala raised an eyebrow before quickly turning away to find that extra towel. She didn’t know whether Harvey had ulterior motives from the start or if he was just well-prepared. “No, no, Harvey isn’t that kind of guy,” Kala thought to herself. “It must just be the romance of the day making me think about these kinds of things.” She followed up her train of thought.
  “Here you are!” Kala beamed and handled Harvey a bright blue and green towel.
“Thank you,”
  “You can use any of the soaps and shampoos in there, none of it is particularly special,” Kala chirped.
“Sure, thank you,” Harvey headed off towards the bathroom.
Kala wandered back to the kitchen and heard the shower turn on. “It’s pretty nice having someone else around the house, and pretty soon it will always be like this” She pondered and smiled as she began to chop up some veggies. Kala was placing the wine glasses on the table as she heard the bathroom door unlock. She peered over. Harvey was wearing a casual pale shirt and black boxer-briefs. Kala quickly turned away and blushed intensely. “Oh dear, was he not finished getting dressed?” She asked herself. Harvey came around the corner drying his hair with the towel. He saw Kala’s red cheeks.
“Oh sorry, I must have forgotten to pack some spare trousers,” Harvey blushed a little.
“I.. I didn’t think you would mind, seeing as we’re engaged now,” Harvey added.
“Er... Of course not. I was just a little shocked that’s all,” Kala said flustered and trying to hold back a nervous laugh.
  “Anyway.. you must be hungry. Let’s eat! I’ll grab a shower a bit later,” Kala announced.
“Ok,” Harvey took a seat at the dining table.
Kala poured out the remaining wine and served up some grilled salmon with steamed broccoli, green beans and carrots.
  “Smells delicious” He said as they both dug in.
                                                                   *** The couple had cleaned their plates and finished their glasses.
  Harvey leaned back in his chair as he mused, “That was divine, thank you,” Kala was already pouring out the remainder of the bottle between her and Harvey’s glasses. 
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,”
“Woah, woah, slow down. I’m already getting tipsy here,” He feigned protest.
Kala continued until both glasses were full. “We can’t let this go to waste now, can we?” She grinned brazenly. “Besides, we’re celebrating!”
“O..okay,” He blushed as he indulged his fiancee, then took another sip.
  The night continued on as they nursed their drinks and chatted about trivial things. After a while Kala suddenly sat up straight in her chair, 
“Oh! I should go get myself in the shower before the alcohol takes hold,” she proclaimed but her cheeks were already flushed.
  She wandered over to the bathroom and shortly after Harvey heard the water raining down from across the house. He continued to sip from his glass but could feel his eyelids becoming heavy. Kala emerged from the bathroom after some time, longer than her usual shower. By this point the alcohol had clouded her judgement to the point where she thought donning her silky, sheer stockings, and lacy black underwear was a good idea. Her face flushed a deep red as she prepared to unveil herself to Harvey.
“...ok, I’m finished,” She called out across the hallway.
  No reply. Not wanting to continue shouting she began to cautiously tiptoe her way back to the dining room. She took each step more slowly than usual, in an attempt to keep her footing against the smooth wooden floor in her brand-new, glossy stockings. Kala could hear the familiar ticking of the clock and the more peculiar sound of gentle and rhythmic sighing. As Kala drew closer to the dining room the scene became clear. Harvey’s head on the table, cradled by his arms. He was quietly snoozing. Kala grinned, it had been a busy day after all.
  “Ok, let’s get you to bed then,” she spoke softly to him.
“mm hm,” Harvey replied in his half-conscious state.
Kala gently removed his glasses and brushed his hair away from his face. She lifted under his arms to encourage him to stand. Him began to wake a little, but was not completely aware of his surroundings.
“Where are we going?” he mused.
“To bed,” she smiled innocently.
Kala draped his right arm over her shoulders to support him as he took each wobbly step.
“Ok, sounds good,” He yawned. Eventually they made it to the bedroom. Kala sat Harvey down on her double bed and instinctively he laid down and pulled the covers up to his chin. Kala stumbled around to the other side of the bed and joined him under the covers.
  “Good night, my love,” She whispered then gently placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Mmm,” He smiled then began to snore.
                                                                    *** The sunlight began to burst through the curtains and creeped it’s way onto the couple’s bodies. The brightness and gentle warmth woke Harvey. He squinted through the drowsiness and took some time to become aware of his surroundings. Once he realised where he was he bolted upright in shock. He immediately noticed a warm heaviness tugging at his arm. Kala was still sleeping soundly while latched onto his arm. He smiled as her angelic face before realising the implications of the situation. He frantically searched his memories for what might have occurred the previous evening, before accepting the fact that he could not recall anything past dinner. Harvey began to get out of bed. Kala started to stir as she felt the disturbance. Her eyes slowly opened but remained heavy with sleep.
  “Good morning,” she yawned. She sat up and stretched, revealing her lacy lingerie.
  “G..g..g good morning,” Harvey blushed and sputtered out the words. In his mind, his partner’s attire had confirmed his suspicions.
  Kala noted his expression and recalled the previous evening. Before she could set Harvey’s mind at ease he spoke.
“Kala, I’m so sorry,” He looked distraught.
“It’s ok! Every-,” Harvey cut her off.
“No! It’s not ok. You… you were vulnerable and I…,” Kala had a puzzled expression on her face.
He continued. “I took advantage of you,” Harvey averted his gaze.
“You what?” Kala questioned.
“Clearly, I had too much to drink and, and…”
  “Harvey, wait,” She commanded his attention, “What do you think happened last night?”
“Um, well. We had some drinks with dinner and then we must have gone to bed together,” He paused. “But, we were intoxicated and so I fear I may have pressured you,” He sighed. “... and I don’t even remember it,”
Kala smirked, then could no longer hold back her laughter.
  “Wh.. why are you laughing? This is serious, what if you become pregnant?”
Kala wiped a tear from her eye. “Harvey, you’re so sweet. Let me explain,”
He looked into her eyes with anticipation.
“I can understand why you would think that based on what I’m wearing,” She admired her outfit for a moment. “But, after I showered last night I found you sound asleep at the dining table,”
“I was already asleep?”
She nodded. “Yes, I decided that you should just sleep here. I hope you don’t mind,” She shrugged.
“So you’re saying that we didn’t have, er, sexual relations?” Such words shouldn’t be difficult for a doctor but even Harvey found himself blushing when confronted with the one he adores so deeply.
“Nope, I mean I guess we did sleep together. But in the most literal sense,” She smirked.
“Besides, you were the one who was unconscious. If anything had happened it would be me at fault,” Kala emphasised.
Harvey shifted nervously. “Er, yes, I suppose you’re right,”
Harvey sighed “I… I’m so relieved,”
  Kala closed in to embrace her fiance. Her mouth melted into his. “I love you,” She whispered once her lips released his.
  Harvey’s cheeks were burning as they parted. “Ah, well, what’s the time? We best get ready for work,”
“Oh yeah! Can’t have you being late, can we?” She smirked briefly such that Harvey couldn’t tell if his beloved was being serious or gently mocking him.
Kala looked over to the wall clock and Harvey followed her gaze. “6:20, huh?” She stated.
“What?!” He exclaimed. “I thought it must have been later than that!” he shifted his gaze then added, “...Considering it all...”
“Speak for yourself! I’m usually out on the farm by now!” She chuckled.
“I suppose, I shouldn’t keep you then…”
Kala smiled, “Weeeell,...” She crept her hands around his waist and drew herself in for another embrace while maintaining her gaze on him. “...the chickens can wait a bit longer just this once,” Her eyes sparkled as she smirked.
Harvey blushed. “o..ok,”
                                                                  *** Harvey walked hurriedly through Pelican town, until he was almost jogging. Glancing at his watch every few seconds, he desperately wanted to make it back to the clinic before Maru arrived for her shift. The glass door was in sight. Harvey breathed a sigh of relief as Maru was nowhere to be seen. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his shorts and searched for the keys. Nothing. He checked the other pocket. Again, nothing. Beginning to panic a little, he removed his backpack and began rifling through it. After a minute or so of searching he had found them. The keys were, of course, secured in one of the side pockets for safe keeping. Focussed on the lock, he began to insert the key.
“Good morning, Harvey!” A cheerful voice startled him.
  “Hah.. good morning, Maru,” He returned her smile.
As Maru approached she examined the situation. Harvey’s cheeks were flushed, his hair unkempt and a bead of sweat rolled down his neck.
“H.. how was your weekend?” He stuttered.
“Oh, you know, it was ok. How was yours?” The emphasis confirmed to Harvey that Maru knew something was up.
“G… good! It was really good, thank you,” He could feel his cheeks burning.
Maru smiled as Harvey opened the clinic’s door and let them both in.
As the door closed behind them Maru broke the silence, “Spent the night at Kala’s then?”
Harvey stopped in his tracks. He let out a quiet sigh “Haaa… I suppose it’s pretty obvious,” He forced a defeated smile.
Maru grinned, “Well it’s either that or you took up early morning running,”
“Did that possibility really seem so unlikely?” Harvey was a little offended but he laughed it off.
Maru chuckled. “It’s ok, I won’t tell,” She brought a finger to her lips playfully. Harvey knew well how gossip spreads in this small town.
  “Actually, I have something to tell you,”
“Hm? What is it?” She replied instinctively.
Harvey took a deep breath, still unsure if he was dreaming “Kala and I are getting married,” His eyes glistened with love.
“Oh! Congratulations!” Maru bounced with excitement.
  “Ha ha, thank you,”
“You’ll have to tell me all about the pro-,” She was cut off as Evelyn opened the door for her wheelchair-bound husband.
Maru hurried over to them to hold the door open. “Good morning, Mrs Evelyn, Mr George. You’re a little early today,”
  “Oh Dr Harvey doesn’t mind,” She hadn’t yet noticed him standing there in shorts and a t-shirt.
Maru smirked “Well, you may need to wait for a bit this morning. The Doctor isn’t quite ready yet,”
Evelyn looked over towards Harvey, “Oh dear, yes I see. That’s not a problem, you take your time Doctor,”
“Hmph, lazy kids these days,” George grumbled.
“Dr Harvey has just taken up running, and I think he’s not quite used to incorporating it into his morning routine yet,” Maru gave a subtle wink to the doctor.
Harvey broke his silence, “Hah yes, I’m very sorry about the delay this morning Mrs Evelyn, Mr George,”
  “Not to worry dearie, we’re in no rush. Besides you have to take care of your own health too, doctor,”
George simply scowled.
“Thank you. Well, then if you’ll excuse me for a few minutes,” Harvey turned to the make his way upstairs.
As Maru floated over to the front desk she whispered to Harvey “You'll have to fill me in on the details later,”
  He smiled and nodded towards Maru. Grasping the azure spiral shell from underneath his shirt. -End-
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Mad Love - Chapter 26 ( The final Gotham fic)
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Wow, I've finally reached the end of this series after four years. It feels weird to finally bring it to a close, Im not sure wether to be happy or sad. But thank you to everyone who stuck with this series and those who left kudos and bookmarks. I hope this ending is satisfying and you all agree that after everything Emerald has been through she more than deserved a happy ending.
After Gotham was cut out off from the mainland, Emerald starts to learn that three’s a crowd and Jeremiah soon shows his true colours. Will she stick around like she did with Jerome or will she finally get some sense to leave and reunite with her true love.
The fourth and final instalment in my Gotham/Emerald series.
Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer.
Warnings: Blood, Guns, Violence, Jeremiah being an ass one final time, Happy ending, Language
Chapter 26
Emerald’s P.O.V
Ten months later
My wedding day had arrived, and Oswald had generously let us use his home for the entire day. He had plenty of space and the building was beautiful, so it was a perfect fit. Besides, it’s not like we were having too many guests. Eddie and I didn’t have any family, they were either dead or the extended side were horrified by our criminal activities that they’d cut ties with us. But today we’d make our own family. Oswald was Eddies best man, of course. Although we’d had a small argument over whether or not Oswald should give me away or be Eddies best man. Zsasz was going to give me away instead. Barbara was maid of honour; she’d kill me if she were anything less.
Oswald’s men technically counted as wedding guests and security. Just in case there were any unwanted visitors. Other than that, there wasn’t really anybody else for us to invite. Our circle of friends and people we could trust was small, but we liked it that way. Oswald had made sure Eddie, and I slept in separate rooms last night, keeping us away from each other to stick with tradition. Oswald had insisted for a lot of the traditional stuff, a real reception followed by a wedding breakfast. He’d even had a three-tier cake made. One thing I agreed with tradition wise was a white dress.
Looking in the floor-length mirror at myself, I concluded there was nothing in this world that could stop me from smiling today. The floor-length gown was less figure hugging than the last, the dress strapless and complete with long white gloves. Barbara helped me with my hair and then worked on the veil. Grabbing my bouquet of pink roses, I took a seat on the couch. There was still fifteen minutes before Victor needed to walk me down the aisle. Barbara left the room to make sure everything was perfect, so I wasn’t at risk of turning into a bridezilla. The window had been opened to let a breeze in so I wouldn’t get too hot and flustered. Nerves and excitement were already filling my stomach.
The more I waited, the more anxious I became and got to my feet, pacing. Looking in the mirror once more, I smoothed out a wrinkle in the skirt and made sure there wasn’t a strand of hair lose. In the mirror’s reflection I saw a very unwanted familiar sight climb through the window. I wasn’t afraid, but I was annoyed. Rolling my eyes, I turned to face Jeremiah. I’d prepared for this moment, knowing he’d have to come back and try to ruin something of mine one last time. His skin was in worse shape than before, if that were even possible. “What kind of armour do you have to survive a chemical burn and a fire?” I asked. Jeremiah laughed at my joke, “better armour than Ecco.”
So she hadn’t survived the fire, but he had. Out of the two, I would have preferred Ecco to have survived. Sure, she would have been pissed and came after me, but she would have eventually seen sense. Eventually she would have moved on with her life like I had. Or was trying to. But this fucking clown wasn’t good at taking hints. “Why are you here? To kill me?” I asked, annoyance in my tone. “No. No, of course not. It’s always been more fun to watch you suffer. I’ll make sure to replace the groom after I give you away,” Jeremiah grinned, moving closer and threatening me with a gun.
As Jeremiah had explained his intentions to me, he had failed to hear Victor enter the room and close the door behind him. “Sorry pal, that roles taken,” Victor spoke. Victor had also prepared for this moment, and we had taken the necessary precautions. Holding my bouquet to my chest, I squeezed the trigger of the tiny revolver hiding amongst the roses. Jeremiah staggered back as the round had gotten him in the chest. He had two options either stay and have me empty the revolver into his body or run and save himself. Finally he got the hint and staggered to the window, leaving the way he’d come in. Good riddance. Breathing a sigh of relief, Victor came over to me to check if I was okay.
Looking me up and down, he made a face, his gaze fixed on my skirt. “Sweetness, you’re not going to like this but promise me you won’t scream...” Victor started, trying to keep me calm. “He’s got blood on my dress, hasn’t he?” Victor nodded, and I couldn’t hold back a scream of frustration. There were ten minutes before I was due to be married and my dress could be ruined. Victor led me to the bathroom and helped me out of the dress to run the skirt under cold water. Whilst that cleared most of the blood, there was still a light pink tinge to the fabric.
Sitting on the side of the bath in my underwear, I massaged my temples to try to stay calm. Barbara came back into the room looking concerned. “What happened? I heard a gunshot and then you screamed?” Barbara asked. “We’ll explain later, I need you to go to the kitchen and find lemon juice. Now.” Victor ordered. Barbara didn’t argue like I had expected and hurried out of the room. Within five minutes she returned with a small bottle of lemon juice. Victor added some to the pink stains and within a few minutes they were gone. However, now Oswald had joined the crowd to see why we were late.
“Why aren’t you in your dress?” He asked me as if it were my fault. “Why is everyone but my future husband seeing me in my wedding lingerie?” I snapped back. Barbara helped me back into the dress before Victor went over the wet patches with a hair dryer. “Ed’s getting worried,” Oswald continued. “I’m working on it as fast as I can, why don’t you go and stall, Oswald,” Victor suggested, irritation obvious in his voice. Oswald huffed but waddled away to distract Eddie and keep him calm. Another five minutes with the hair dryer and my dress was as good as new. Thank god I had the professional assassin here to help me or it would have been a complete disaster.
Victor took my bouquet and untied the thick ribbon keeping the flowers together, removing the revolver whilst Barbara retied the flowers together. One last look over and everything was perfect once more. And I was only twenty minutes late to my wedding. Barbara left the room first whilst Victor offered me his arm. “Ready?” He asked. Linking my arm with his, I smiled softly, “ready.”
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8 months later
Married life to Edward Nygma had its ups and downs, although we had yet to experience many downs. For the duration of my pregnancy and the first nine months of our daughter’s life, we had decided he should take a little break from crime. Just to make sure he didn’t get thrown in Arkham and miss out on anything important. I had decided I was completely retired from crime so that I could raise our daughter when she was born. She was due in a month and Eddie and I were still trying to decide on a name.
Deciding I should probably get up off the couch and stop eating pickles, I went to find Eddie. Heading to his work room first, I was surprised to find it empty. Normally when he wasn’t with me, he was busy planning his ultimate come back heist. Sometimes I wasn’t sure which one of us was more dramatic. Searching the rest of the apartment, I found him in the spare room, what was to be our daughters’ room. Old sheets had been put down on the carpet and were covering any important items of furniture whilst Eddie painted the walls mint green.
Leaning against the door frame, I watched him and rubbed my belly. Eddie turned to me, paint somehow smeared across his cheek and streaked in his hair. I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. “You weren’t supposed to see this until I was finished,” Eddie spoke. “I needed to stretch my legs. But I thought we decided on a space theme for her room?” “I got some glow in the dark star and moon stickers that can go on the ceiling above her crib. And the mobile has planets on it.” “Mint green fits with the theme, how exactly?” “The blue was too dark; she needs some light in the room.”
I rolled my eyes at him; the green didn’t look bad; it was more how we could never decide on something. Inside my belly, she started kicking, and I made a small sound of discomfort. “Maybe she agrees with me and that’s her way of telling you,” Eddie joked. “Maybe she just needs to quit it. I’ll be glad when she’s out.” Eddie put the paintbrush down and came over to me. He knelt before my belly and rubbed the area, kissing the bump. “Hey, you need to be nice to mommy, you can’t keep kicking her all the time,” Eddie spoke to the bump. A few more kicks and she stopped, seemingly having listened to him. Eddie smiled triumphantly. Smiling softly, I replied, “seems she’s a smart girl. Just like her daddy.”
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Our gift to the world - Episode 3
Summary: Episode codas of an established Pang/Wave in The Gifted Graduation. Episode 3- A conversation between Pang and Ohm after THE speech, and a warm and emotional Wave hearing it all. 
Previous parts : Ep.1 /  Ep.2
Next parts : Ep.4 / Ep.5 / Ep.6 / Ep. 7 / Ep. 8
Series on Ao3
Notes : Because Wave’s character development came to slap me in the face during that speech, and my main thought was how proud Pang must have felt hearing it. The fond look on his face while Wave was speaking not helping matters at all. 
Wave is walking back towards the room where they usually hold their meetings, two small bottled waters held in each of his hands for him and Pang, when he hears his name being spoken from inside the room and he stops in his tracks. 
“When are you and Wave going to tag team the newbee to co-parent him into seeing  the errors of his ways ?” he hears Ohm ask lightly. 
Well, there’s no way he’s entering the room now, only to end up facing Ohm’s unrelenting teasing. 
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he hears his boyfriend answer. “But I’m not sure I really want to know where this is going.”
“Oh come on Pang ! You have to know that you and Wave are totally the parents in our group of friends. And between your earnest puppy eyes as you explain to Time how you’re disappointed because we were counting on him, and Wave’s eternal glare as he explains where he went wrong with basically… well, his entire life, probably. It’s bound to work and bring him back to Team Gifted !”
Wave rolls his eyes when he hears the boy’s passionate speech, but he remains standing where he is, curious to hear Pang’s answer. 
“First, I’ve said everything I needed to say to Time. I give up, I’m done with him,” Pang says, voice hard. 
Wave hears Ohm’s answering hum, doubt evident in the tone of his voice, and he can’t help but think that Ohm really does know his best friend well. 
Because giving up really isn’t part of Pang’s vocabulary, and if Wave knows anything about his boyfriend, it’s that the man never simply gives up on people, always the optimist. It’ll take a few days of him licking his wounds to get over the treason he felt when Time turned his back on them, but Wave knows that Pang will then reach out to him again and try to help, like he always does. 
Pang is soft that way, in a way that Wave himself doesn’t fully understand, but loves him for anyway. 
And Ohm is also right about how he’ll be there to glare at Time, while Pang talks to him. This kid has already upset and caused Pang enough grief, there is absolutely no way he’s letting him make things worse. 
Wave may have mellowed down a little these past couple of months, but at heart he is still the same cold hacker, and he won’t hesitate to destroy the other man’s life and electronically erase any trace of his existence if he keeps on hurting Pang. 
“And second,” Pang continues, and Wave has almost forgotten what him and Ohm were talking about. “I don’t have earnest puppy eyes, and Wave doesn’t spend his time glaring.”
Wave snorts quietly at the words, not wanting the two other boys to hear him yet. Because yet again, Ohm knows them both well. Pang definitely has a look, so earnest that it makes you re-evaluate your entire life and do anything he says, even without him using his gift. And he himself… well. Let’s just say he knows himself enough to know that glaring is definitely his go to way of communicating in many instances. 
“I guess you’re right about that,” Ohm admits, pulling Wave out of his thoughts. “I can’t really say he glares all the time and is all grumpy anymore, not after that uplifting speech he gave earlier.”
Pang doesn’t say anything in answer for a while, but Wave can picture the smile and fond look his boyfriend must be sporting right now, the exact same ones he gave him earlier while he was making his speech, and Wave feels his cheeks heat up. 
“It was a good speech,” his boyfriend finally says, pride evident in his voice, which warms Wave’s heart. “And you guys should stop teasing him when he does things like this. You know it’s still difficult for him,” he finishes sternly. 
Such a Pang thing to do, Wave thinks fondly. 
Of course his boyfriend was going to stand up for him, even if it was unnecessary, and even towards their own friends. 
“You know we only tease because we care about him,” Ohm defends himself, and Wave can picture him rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s protectiveness. Wave will never admit it out loud, but he does sort of love it. “He’s our friend, he knows that.”
Not entirely true, Wave thinks to himself once again. 
He’s starting to understand, because they spend so much time together that he sees that the way the others treat him is similar to the way they act with each other, and because of Pang’s repeated reassurance that they are indeed his friends too. Still, he struggles with the idea that they do genuinely care about him, sometimes. 
‘Patience’, is what Pang always says. His boyfriend is always telling him that he needs to show more patience towards himself, and that it’ll take time for him to fully believe they care. But he’s getting there. 
“Still,” said boyfriend starts to argue, before Ohm cuts him off. 
“I know, I know. I’ll back off, and I’ll tell the others to do the same,” he relents, and Wave hears Pang thank him quietly in response. 
“You’re good for him, it’s crazy how much he’s changed since you two got together. It’s like he’s a completely different person sometimes,” Ohm muses, and Wave is surprised at the words. 
He hadn’t realized that it was this evident for the others in the group, seeing as they hadn’t been very close before. Still, he supposes that with the time they spend together now, it was stupid of him not to think that they wouldn’t realize that he feels more at ease now than he did months ago. 
“Actually, I don’t think he’s changed that much,” Pang says quietly, seemingly deep in thought, and Wave leans closer to the door so as to not miss a word coming out of his boyfriend’s mouth, surprised at his answer. 
“I think this has always been him, and he’s just comfortable enough around us now to show us more of who he really is. It has nothing to do with me, it’s all him and his work,” Pang continues, the care he feels for Wave evident in his voice, and Wave feels his throat tighten at the words.
Pang is wrong though, Wave has to admit. His boyfriend once again selling himself short. It really is entirely thanks to him, that Wave feels safe enough to actually drop the walls he usually keeps around himself to push other people away and protect himself. It’s thanks to him, that he feels safe enough to be more like his old safe, without fearing it’ll come back to kick him in the butt later. 
I should make sure Pang knows that, Wave notes, wanting his boyfriend to know how he’s truly changed his life for the better. 
“Plus, it goes both ways, you know ?” Pang breaks the silence after a minute, pulling Wave out of his musings. 
He hears a questioning noise coming from Ohm, and feels thankful towards the other boy, curious to know what Pang means by that himself. 
“I mean that I used to think that it was me against the rest of the world. That I had to fight everything and everyone by myself, and it was lonely. Sure, I had you and Namtarn and you were amazing friends, which helped a lot. But it isn’t until Wave that I fully understood that I didn’t have to go at it alone, that I could rely on all of you for help. It’s also thanks to him that I’m even with you today, having this conversation.”
Hearing the words coming from his boyfriend’s mouth, Wave feels silent tears drop onto his cheeks in emotion, quickly wiping them away with the sleeve of his jacket. 
Of course, he knows how much Pang cares about him, and intellectually, he knows that Pang gets something out of their relationship too. But sometimes, Wave can’t help but think that their relationship must feel very one-sided for Pang, what with him being the one to guide Wave through life as often as he does. 
It warms his heart to hear that he’s also been of help to Pang, and that they truly are partners in everything. 
“Like I said, I think you’re good for each other,” Ohm ends up answering, and Wave feels a tide of gratefulness for their goofy friend. Plus, he has to agree with him. Pang truly is one of the best things that’s happened to him, and he hopes the reverse is equally true. 
“You should have seen him when you weren’t with us anymore,” Ohm reminisces. “It was so obvious how much Wave was fighting to do everything in his power to bring you back into the fold, and how much he had to stop himself from walking over to you and just blurting it out to you all the time. I think he really missed you and it was hard for him.”
Wave is surprised at the words. Not that they aren’t true, because it really had been a difficult time for him, but he’s surprised Ohm even noticed. His friend really was more perceptive than Wave had previously given him credit for, hiding it all behind his goofy attitude. 
“I know,” Pang whispers in answer to his friend’s words, and Wave feels a shot of pain in his heart at the memory. 
Him and Pang have spoken about the situation a little, the time when they were both lost in completely different ways, and it really was miserable for the both of them. He hopes he never has to go through something like that again.
Learning what it was like to have a true friend for the first time in his life, someone that truly knew him and yet still accepted all of him, before it was brutally taken away from him. Seeing Pang everyday but being unable to reach out to him and talk to him… It was one of the worst feelings he’s ever felt, and he hopes he never has to live through it again.
Even if that dark time was what allowed him to realize how much he really did care about Pang. Sure, they’d grown closer once Pang regained his memories and that’s when they started building their way to the relationship they have today. 
But if Wave is honest with himself, he knew even then that he felt something for Pang that he’d never truly felt before. All the nights spent plotting together and trying to find the best ways to mess with the system and the director, had only served to confirm what Wave already knew.  
And when they finally gave in and fell into each other, well… Let’s just say it’ll forever remain one of the happiest moments of Wave’s life. 
He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a chair scrape against the floor, and steps coming closer to the door. 
Lost in thought, he must have not heard their conversation come to an end, and he realizes in panic that he has nowhere to hide that won’t make it obvious to whoever comes to the door that he’s been eavesdropping on the conversation. 
Before he has the time to make a move, Ohm comes into his periphery and the other boy stops in his tracks, although he remains silent, smiling knowingly towards him. 
He silently pats Wave on the shoulder, and he starts to make his way past him, only for Wave to stop him by catching his wrist before the other boy disappears down the corridor. 
“Ohm…,” he starts saying, the words never easy, especially when dealing with anyone other than Pang. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier, and for the way I spoke to you. I know you were only trying to help and you didn’t do it on purpose.”
He doesn’t go as far as to say the incident wasn’t Ohm’s fault, because the other boy had definitely messed up and Wave doesn’t make it a habit to lie. But still… He can’t help but feel guilty about the way he spoke to the other boy and blamed him for everything earlier, especially after hearing all of his conversation with Pang.
“No worries IT Wizard, it’s already behind us,” Ohm immediately says, a bright smile in place while he plucks one of the bottled water out of Wave’s hands. “Consider this apology enough.”
The other boy starts walking away, whistling happily, and Wave feels a small smile grace his lips. It really is that easy with Ohm, sometimes. The other boy so easy going he doesn’t feel the need to overthink or make a big deal out of things, so different to Wave himself. 
Feeling a little lighter after his apology, Wave makes his way into the room. 
Pang’s head is already turned towards the door, his boyfriend having surely heard the exchange between Wave and Ohm a moment before, and he beams warmly at him. 
Wave lets his feet carry him and as soon as he is standing next to where Pang is seated, he puts the last bottle of water on the table in front of him and bends down to press his lips firmly against his boyfriend’s. 
“What was that for?” Pang asks, surprised, when he pulls back from the kiss a few seconds later. 
Wave can’t really tell him that the conversation he just eavesdropped on reminded him of how much he loves his boyfriend, so he shrugs and turns around, hiding his face which he can already feel heating up with embarrassment. 
“I just felt like it,” he finally mumbles. 
“Ok,” Pang answers, doubt evident in his voice. 
“Did I mention how proud I was of your speech earlier ?” Pang asks where it’s clear that Wave won’t say anything else, which prompts Wave to turn back around towards him, only to see his boyfriend staring at him with a fond smile on his face. 
“You should be, because it was basically me thinking back to all the stupid stuff you’ve told us in the past, and putting them all together in one speech. Indirectly, this was basically your speech,” Wave says ironically. Still, he can feel his cheeks heating up even more at the praise, which isn’t helped by the way Pang keeps on smiling fondly at him, evidently seeing right through his facade. 
“And I guess… you did well when speaking to the director. Good job,” Wave in turn compliments him, which only causes Pang’s fond smile to grow wider. 
It’s not Wave openly saying he’s proud of Pang, because he doesn’t quite know how to be this open with his affection yet. But still… He knows the negotiation exercise wasn’t the easiest for his usually straightforward boyfriend, and this is the best he can do to express the sentiment. 
He thinks Pang knows him enough to be able to read what Wave was saying between the lines, and judging by the smile on his boyfriend’s face, he thinks he got the message loud and clear.
“I guess we make a good team,” Pang says with a smile, and Wave bends down once again until their faces are only inches from each other. 
“I guess so,” he whispers against Pang’s lips, before he presses forward and attaches their lips once again. 
They really do make the best team, he thinks. 
Wave isn’t stupid. He knows that this victory doesn’t mean it’s the end of their fight, and that many more things are likely to come their way.
Yet, he also meant what he said earlier. Together, they really can face anything, and right now, he has faith that somehow, they’ll all end up okay, and will leave this school a better place when they graduate than it was when they first started here. 
So for now, he’s going to concentrate on kissing his boyfriend within an inch of his life, and rejoicing in the victory. 
Saving the world can wait until later. 
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6 Extra Episodes in S10. This May Be What We’ve Been Waiting For!
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Yeah, you might say I have a “few” thoughts on the extra 6 episodes, lol. I think this is fantastic. I really think this is what we’ve been looking for for 5 years.
Of course, that said, I must caveat this with the fact that this is just speculation and no one knows for certain. But man, is this exciting!
When I heard for myself Angela announce the 6 new episodes for S10, the question I kept coming back to is…why? Why would they do that? Even putting Beth aside, never in 10 seasons have they ever extended a season at all, and 6 is a lost of episodes. (I can’t help but run through every episode 6 of every season and how many Beth clues we’ve found in all of them.)
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But more to the point, why make them part of season 10? Why not finish them and make them s11 so they can show how awesome TWD is and that it hardly missed a beat. You know, on to season 11!!!!! But they’re smashing them into s10. Why? That’s a REALLY big deal.
So let’s state some things we know MUST be true about these six episodes:
1. Obviously, they’re special. For some reason.
2. They MUST have been previously filmed. They haven’t filmed anything since November and with CoVid, no way they could have. And yes, you could argue that they were filming secretly, away from cameras, as we often say that about Beth. But even so, they wouldn’t have had enough time before CoVid hit to film six full episodes. So these must have been filmed sometime before that. And then there’s those missing scenes we’ve PROVEN were filmed and never aired. Just seems like too much of a coincidence that this wouldn’t be that.
3. It must be something related to what happens in the finale. Maybe that seems obvious, but the reason I say that is because, in terms of Gimple’s we’re-working-on-seeing-what-happened-to-characters-early-in-the-apocalypse thing, I think there’s a few possibilities for what he could be talking about there. One of them, obviously, is Beth. But they’ve also long-hinted at an Abraham/Eugene early apocalypse spin off. So, it’s POSSIBLE he could be talking about that or some other storyline they have in mind for a future spin off. Now, I have more reasons for why I don’t think that’s the case, which I’ll get to in a minute, but this is what I mean about these 6 episodes needing to be tied to the finale. Putting in an Abraham—or anyone else’s flashback story line, for that matter—would make no sense here. It would be really jarring for the viewers because there’s been no hint of anything like in the show.
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And of course a non TD-er would probably argue that there’s been no hint of Beth either, but we all know better, don’t we? There’s the Connie stuff (that convo between Daryl and Carol was the first on-screen mention of Daryl’s love life since…what? S3? When Carol asked him jokingly if he wanted to screw around? I mean, of course the fans were talking about it with Beth, but none of the on-screen characters were. And of course there’s the symbolism, dog stuff, Emily’s music being in it, and all other social media hints and attention she’s gotten. It just makes sense that if the last 5 minutes Nicotero keeps hinting at is her, then it would naturally follow that we’d then see her backstory.
And, I gotta say, the six episodes is perfect. This is exactly what we’ve been waiting for. We’ve all gone so back and forth about how they’d do this. We knew her backstory would take more than a single bottle episode. Or even two. And having a full 6 or 8 episodes for it deviates too much for too long from the main story and the other characters. So we always figured it might be a spin off or “special event” or something. This works perfectly for that mold, and may explain why they’re just “extending” S10.
But I’ll say more on that in a minute. Let me get back to Gimple’s comment.
Three things really stuck out to me about what he said, all of which make me think his comment was about Beth, rather than some other spinoff.
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1) He made a point to say it was something that happened early in the apocalypse, not pre-apocalypse. And while that would work for an Abe/Eugene spinoff as well, it just jumped out at me that he wanted to be very clear about that.
2) He said what they’re working on that he’s referring to isn’t an entire series. That specifically suggests that a) it’s probably these 6 episodes he’s referring to, because rather than making them their own series (like TWB) they’re just mashing them into the main series. And b) what I said above about any other character spinoff: it would make way more sense and be way less jarring to have it be its own spin-off event because it just wouldn’t fit into the main series.
3) He suggested it’s what they’re actively working on right NOW. So, let me be the devil’s advocate here. That could possibly mean two things. Right now they can either do remote stuff to work on what they’ve already filmed or they can plan for stuff they’ll be filming when they get the okay to do so.
Let’s say I’m wrong and what Gimple said refers to some other spin off. Well, you could actually argue it either way. Maybe (again, we’ll use the Abe/Eugene thing as a placeholder, though it could feasibly be anything) they already filmed another spin off, secretly, and it’s just that no one knows about it. They could, technically, have done that at any time since MC left in S6, right? So Gimple could be working on that. Or, if they haven’t done any other filming, he could just be planning for the next thing beyond S11, right?
But that just doesn’t seem particularly realistic to me. Given that they’re trying to get stuff out for the fans, and the way CoVid has thrown a wrench in everything, I think all other projects would be backburned and they’d just be pushing as hard as possible to get the rest of S10 and S11 out to us. That’s what they have to be working on now to fill the gap of CoVid and make sure the fans don’t riot. That’s pretty much what Angela said and Gimple, Nicotero and others all agreed.
So of course, it’s not proof or anything, but it just seems obvious to me that what Gimple meant is what’s in these 6 episodes and nothing except it being about Beth makes sense. Nothing else would fit into the story at all right now.
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Okay, I’m going to give a few thoughts about the suspicious pushing back of the finale and then I’ll stop.
In many ways, them pushing back the finale makes MORE sense to me in light of these new episodes than it did before. You both know I’ve always thought it was hokey because, after getting the filming done, everything else, by definition is done by computer and therefore can be done remotely.
So here’s what I think happened. Remember that even after CoVid hit, they still got several episodes aired, and didn’t tell us until—I don’t remember exactly when; episode 14 maybe?—that they wouldn’t be airing the finale because it wasn’t finished. I still think that was a lie. I think it wasn’t so much that they didn’t get the finale finished, but that they looked at what was happening (CoVid) and understood that everything would be shut down for an extended period of time and there would be a gap. That they wouldn’t get S11 filmed until the new year. But overall, S11 isn’t even really the point. Like I said, hearing about these 6 episodes has brought me some clarity.
So this may explain both why they held back the finale and why they’re mashing these episodes into S10, rather than making them their own thing. Now, maybe they were always going to do that. I obviously couldn’t speak to it either way. But I think the time frame is the thing here. Understand, I’m operating under the assumption that these 6 episodes will be Beth’s backstory, the missing 17 days, the white church, all of it. So, assuming that’s true…
If they always knew they were going to air these episodes soon after 10x16, they probably want them aired very close to (soon after) the reveal of Beth being alive. Think of it this way. When her being alive is revealed, there will a collective, fandom gasp. And then tptb will hype everyone watching the next episodes so we can find out how and why this is the case. But if they’d aired the finale back in February, it would have been 9 months before got those answers, and they would have lost the hype of the initial shock. Not to mention, while obviously the break would have built up plenty of hype for Daryl and Beth, it also would have allowed the haters to rail for months and months about how unrealistic this is, which might have infected others in the fandom in a negative way. I think Gimple and Kang are smart. They know their fandom very well, and are doing everything they can to guard against that sort of thing.
So, I think it’s possible that they were going to present these six episodes in a different way originally, like a spin off or special event (maybe, maybe not; I could see it either way) but they decided to make it an extended part of season 10, specifically because we won’t have s11 for a while and they want to push people through these episodes as quickly as possible after the finale.
I also think it’s terribly interesting from a psychological standpoint that they plan to start airing these things in October. Exactly when we SHOULD have gotten S11. Like I said, the writers are just smart that way. All we’ll actually be missing time-wise this year is the finale. And yes, other things like Fear and TWB were suppose to air in the interim. But in terms of the main series, which blows all the others out of the water viewership-wise, we’ll be sticking to the same schedule of getting more TWD in October, exactly when we should. I’m sure that’s purposeful. And by the time they air everything they’ve already filmed (S10, Fear, TWB), they’ll probably be ready to start airing S11 by then. Hopefully.
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Okay, sorry. I said I’d stop, but two more minor things I want to mention. When Nicotero mentioned the last 5 minutes thing again, he said it would take everyone in a “whole new direction.” That gave me a lot of hope. Yes, I know hyperbole and exaggeration are still a thing, but I think we get it less from Nicotero than from Gimple, and I just don’t feel like he’d call it a “whole new direction” if he was just referring to Father Gabriel’s death or something. So once again, I think that “whole new direction” will be something completely unlooked for that will push us into those 6 episodes. That gave me some hope.
And finally, on the topic of FG’s death, I really think that could be a thing. Did you notice Angela’s giggle? I think it was right at the end when they were asking her what to expect from the finale and she just did a rundown of how all the characters were doing important things in important places (Negan has some exciting scenes, Carol has a redemption arc, Daryl’s leadership is important, etc.). And when she mentioned FG, she did this weird smile/giggle thing. She didn’t do that mentioning any of the other characters. It was like she got nervous and was trying to cover something. Just a little too shifty-eyed and giggly for me. So I kinda think we might be right about him dying in the finale.
But of course that remains to be seen. Thoughts?
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You Know, For Research Purposes - Tom Holland x Reader College!AU
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Summary: Working on their research project, group mates Miles, Ned, Haz, Betty, Tom and Y/N grew closer together over the course of a few months. Also, how does Cheetos and ice cream taste together? ;)))
Word Count: 2,433
A/N: (gif not mine.) lolz hi! Look what boredom did to me.. I made a fanfic... [first time doing this idk what to do so there's that moving on. Hope u like it! Geronimo.]
Tom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands with force. He banged his head lightly on the table. He looked back at his Lit folder and saw he still had half of it to finish. He closed it and decided he would do it later. Managing the research project and studying for exams were taking a toll on his body and his sanity. He got up and went to the get some water.
It was halfway through midnight. His parents and brothers were asleep on their rooms. Miles, Haz, Y/N, Betty and Ned - his Qualitative Research applied subject classmates were sprawled all over the living room, laptops shoved to their faces, bond papers in hand. It was a typical students' night. The group had gotten together at Tom's house, and planned to stay overnight.
Miles and Y/N have History 1 together, while Betty and Haz had Calculus. But other than that, this was the only classes they all had together. Being in college is no easy feat, proper time management was necessary. 
Ned had assigned each member to a specific part of the paper, and they've been at it since 8 pm. They all have to multitask and manage their time. Tom had almost finished his part of the paper, so he tried to do his Lit homework now.
Tom heard footsteps stomping on the floors. He turned and saw Y/N marching up to him with an annoyed look on her face and was about to speak but he cut her off.
"If you complain about the heat one more time, I'm give you a real reason to sweat," Tom set the cup of water with a smug look on his face.
She halted on her tracks and smacked the paper she brought on his arms. Tom chuckled, but didn't move.
"No, you idiot," Y/N rolled her eyes. "You might wanna fix that paper before you go off scaring people to death with that annoying face of yours."
His mouth twitched in amusement and took the stapled papers from her hands. "So you admit you've been looking at my face."
"You're so full of it," Y/N stepped around him and grabbed another glass, getting water from the tap.
Tom looked at the incorrect charts and tables he had made on the paper. He cursed under his breath. He had been working on it in the wee hours of last night. Spontaneous typing, no pit stops on spelling errors and everything else, just got it done.
"The original file is on my computer upstairs," he groaned. "I'll have to re-do this again."
"You do that," she clicked her tongue. "And I'll just chill here by your fridge for a moment."
Y/N opened the fridge and took the remaining slice of cake laid on a plate.
"That's mine -" Tom protested.
"Not anymore." Y/N ate the cake.
He scowled and moved to close the door of the fridge. Y/N leaned her back on the door. There they were, a few inches away from each other. Tom stood seething; Y/N chewed the cake with an amused expression. She wiped the frosting on her lower lip with her tongue reflexively. Before he realized it his eyes wandered to her lips.
Tom inched his face closer, eyes darting over to her eyes and lips. "If you don't stop biting your lips ..."
"What are you gonna do?"
Tom remained quiet but clenched his jaw.
Y/N chuckled, "You're all talk and no action."
Heavy footsteps echoed on the hallway to the kitchen, gaining both their attention away from each other. Tom whipped his head to the of the voice and shot him a look.
"I told you 7000 times, a chicken is a bird -" Haz bursted into the room with a phone clutched to his ears, pausing when he caught sight of Tom and Y/N. "D'you have a charger I could borrow?" Haz covered his phone with his hands.
"I have one in my backpack." Y/N said.
Haz nodded, talking again to his sister on the phone about chickens. He walked back to the living room, waiting for Y/N to follow him.
Y/N stopped by the table where Tom had been working on, and pointed at his paper. "I can't finish my part if you can't finish yours." Seeing as his paper's original file was on his computer upstairs, she grabbed his laptop without waiting for him to reply. "Imma borrow this ... Thanks."
She went back to the living room, laptop on hand.
"And don't look at my browser history!" She heard Tom call back from the kitchen.
"Wouldn't dare," she countered in a mocking tone.
As the weeks passed, they started collecting data on the field. They went through one institution to another, gathering reports and statistics, and validating it with professionals. Then after that it was all a blur. They submitted the paper to Mrs. Luxley and was graded, only given back to them for minor revisions.
The gang decided to spend that same night they passed the assignment on Tom's house again, just like they did when they were still making the paper. Tom's parents had gotten used to them staying over, and Sam always tried to flirt with Betty when he was around. 
Ned and Haz raced to Tom's bedroom. Ned threw himself on the bed first. "God, I've never felt the bed being this good," he sighed and melted with pleasure. All those sleepless nights they've had finally paid off.
Haz hit him with a pillow. "Move over!"
Y/N laid on the couch, feet perched on top of Tom's lap, getting comfortable. Betty and Miles slept on the carpets of Tom's living room. They just sort of crawled to the floor in delight and just stayed there, too tired to move anywhere else. Haz came back to the living room, holding a bottle of champagne on his hands from the Hollands' cupboards.
He cheered. "Let's celebrate!"
But they celebrated the victory by sleeping out for an entire day spread all over the Hollands' house.
Even though their project was finished, the lot still remained close with each other. They spent times at Miles' favourite diner by the corner of the campus during their collective free time.
And last week, Haz's sister gave birth to a pretty baby girl. Haz invited them over and they all came to join the little house party his sister threw. The group counted on this as the official celebration of their hard work.
It was a Thursday afternoon. Family and friends chatted and caught up with each other in the Osterfield's backyard. Dream by Fleetwood Mac could be heard playing on the living room speakers.
Tom was talking with his dad. Betty and Ned sat at the garden chairs talking to one of Haz's brothers. Those two really were people persons. Miles and Y/N laughed at a hilarious history joke their professor rambled about. Tom tried to pay them no mind, though his glance drifted to them every now and then. His dad eventually noticed the shift in his mood, but decided to ignore it because his mum came to them, carrying Haz's niece. Tom accepted the baby to his arms while his mum and dad went to the kitchen.
Lily, the smol bean's eyes crinkled with joy and giggled. Her chubby little hands reached out to him. Tom stuck his tongue out affectionately her. He turned his head to the low whistle he heard.
"Wow... Daddy," Y/N smirked.
That day was all fun and games, but by the end it they still had school stuff to catch up on. A few weeks later, they decided to cram in the library.
Nothing feels better than suffering with acads together friends.
The group sat in a table by the corner, immersed in their own world. Tom went to the bookshelves to look for an autobiography book his proffesor suggested. Ned was compiling essays on his laptop. Miles was reading a book by Neil Gaiman. Haz and Betty were doing their Calculus homework.
Y/N's chin rested on her hands, staring blankly at her laptop screen. A straight line blinked repeatedly on the ends of the only sentence she typed.
What the fuck |
She just needed a head start on this critique paper. Nothing too heavy, just one paragraph to kick it all into place. That's where it's always hard. The first line. So now she's stuck with cursing. Before Y/N realize it, she's slumped her face down to the wooden table with a light bang. The group lifted their eyes to her, asking if she was alright. She shoved her thumbs up above her head, and they went back to what they what they were doing.
Haz who sat on her right, patted her back. "Same here, sis," he fought back a yawn.
Her eyes felt heavy. Then she groggily looked up to the little 'thunk' dropped on the table.
"Oh, great you're alive," she muttered before setting her face back on the table again.
Tom pulled his chair beside her. "Miss me already? I was barely gone for a few minutes."
"I'm so blessed to be with your presence," she stated in a monotonous voice.
Tom snorted. "Your professor is really gonna give you an A+ with those colorful words. 'What the fuck,' short but sweet."
She looked up and stuck her tongue out. Seeing his face has started to get old ... she tried convincing herself that, though.
They did their business. Ever so often, Y/N and Tom's elbows would brush against each other. Y/N had her earphones on, listening to her shuffled playlist on Spotify. Tom heard muffled tunes, and turned his head closer.
"What are you listening to?" He whispered; his breath fanned the side of her neck that sent chills up her spine.
She didn't look at him and instead continued to write key points to make on her essay. She spoke, her voice low. "This one's called Uncomfortable by Wallows."
He grinned and leaned even closer. "Can I listen?"
From across the table, Ned took 10 bucks from his wallet and shoved it on Betty’s hand. She pumped her fist in a silent triumph.
Y/N shifted her head to look at him, only to find his cute, devilishly handsome face inches away from hers. If she would tilt her head a little... their lips would touch. They locked eyes for a second, before she plucked one earphone and gave it to him.
He cocked his head, liking the song. Minutes passed. The only noises were from turning book pages, soft patter of keys on the laptops, and bits of hushed voices encompassed the area.
An hour later, Y/N felt herself getting hungry and went out to buy food, Betty tagging along. They ate outside since the library was strict on the 'NO eating policy.' Not even other drinks are allowed, only water. The others stayed behind. Then Betty came back to her seat.
"Where's Y/N?"
Betty sat on her chair, "She's outside, still eating."
Tom nodded and felt himself getting hungry, too. He opened his backpack and took a bag of Cheetos he stashed. He stood and said to them he was gonna eat outside. He went out, and spotted her leaning on a pillar, scooping ice cream out of a cup.
"I'm starving," he stood beside her.
"We've been there for ages," she scooped another spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream she got from the shop across the street.
Tom munched on his Cheetos. He turned to look at her happily savoring her ice cream. He moved for Y/N's ice cream cup but she swerved it out of his reach.
"Get your own," she swatted his arms away.
A thought crossed his mind. It reminded him of the last time they did this at his kitchen, over a slice of cake. And how they've been so close...
For the past few months, he's gotten a strange feeling whenever Y/N was around. Like there's an electric buzz in him, his heart would warm up at the sight of her. He couldn't stay away from her, and he wants to know her better, and feel her and just be there right beside her. He couldn't explain it.
Tom grinned at the memory, chucking a piece of Cheetos on his mouth. He stepped forward. "D'you wanna know how Cheetos and mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like together?" he leaned closer to her face; his breath hot against her skin. His gaze shifted down to her parted lips. "You know, for research purposes..."
"Hmm?" She held her eyes up on his own gleaming brown ones. "Probably good. Anything's good with mint chocolate ice cream."
"Yeah?" His hands reached out to move the strands of her hair away from her face. "Wanna test it out?"
She shrugged.
Tom found his hand on the back of her neck and slammed his lips to hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut. He tasted full of that cheesy goodness. And her, a heavenly taste of vanilla and the aroma of mint. Her arm stretched out to keep the ice cream cup away. She parted from his lips to set the cup down onto the pillar. He wrapped his arms to her waist, pulling her flush against him. With her now empty hands, she ran her fingers on his soft brown curls. She tugged at the strands, eliciting a low guttural sound from him muffled by her mouth on his.
He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers, breathless. "We should get back inside to do ... stuff."
"No no. Don't care." She pulled the back of his neck and closed their distance again. He chuckled.
Y/N loved the way their mouths danced to a rhythm, flavors mixing together from the forgotten taste-testing session, now a different kind of session.
A hand still on her waist, the other cupped her cheeks and tilted her chin to give him more access. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, welcoming warm the feelings burning inside her.
They parted, but still inches away from each other. Y/N bit his lower lip. Tom hissed in surprise but she kissed it better.
"So ... what do you think?" He murmured in a low voice.
"Mmm, I like it." Cheetos and ice cream forgotten.
"Yeah?" He grinned at her. "Me too."
Seconds lapsed. Neither of them moved, still stuck in a more romantic version of a staring contest.
"I like you." Tom's heartbeat raced.
She grinned back at him. "I like you, too. Like 3000. I like you that much."
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7-wonders · 4 years
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Bad Apple
Summary: Just when it seems as if Michael’s getting everything he’s ever wanted, it becomes too good to be true.
Word Count: 3558
A/N: You see what I did with the title? Eh? Eh? Welcome to the newest chapter of Mad Love! Buckle up friends, this is going to be a wild one. Seriously though, I’m not sure how I feel about this chapter or if I crammed too much in, so actual constructive feedback would be appreciated. If you enjoyed, I would love if you left a like, comment, or reblog. There is a content warning for sexual situations under possible dubcon conditions, but I promise it will be okay. Happy reading!
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Michael senses you before he sees you. He’s thankful for this certain gift of his, not able to take his attention away from the dull conversation between two contentious world leaders. You were gone just long enough to start making him worry that something bad had happened to you; with the witches still determined to destroy him, anything that Michael holds dear is now in danger. You slide into the chair next to Michael, gripping his hand as he finishes discussing the logistics of various nuclear arsenals located around the world. The tight hold that you have on him makes Michael wonder if something scared you when you were getting some air, and he makes a mental note to ask Ms. Mead to check the security feeds to ensure that nobody or nothing gave you a hard time when you were alone.
“Finally,” you mutter into Michael’s ear when the impromptu meeting is concluded, “I thought they’d never leave.”
He stiffens when you kiss his jawline, making your way down his face until you reach his lips. “(Y/N), are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay. Is it so bad for me to kiss you every once in a while?”
“Well no, but you’ve made--”
“I could stop, if you don’t like it,” you tease, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just surprised you’ve changed your mind.” You shrug in response, laying one more kiss on him before settling back in your chair and lifting your glass up to your smirking lips.
The remainder of the event passes by dreadfully slow, with the only entertainment the chaste touches Michael shares with you. He hasn’t kept too watchful of an eye on you, which means you probably had one too many drinks that have made you a giggling, affectionate mess. You haven’t left his side since you returned, something that pleases Michael immensely. This is how it should be, and this is how he hopes it remains.
“Seriously, how much have you had to drink tonight?” Michael asks in the car, smiling as you cuddle into his arms that are wrapped around you.
“I already told you, I only had one!”
“You don’t have to be scared to tell me, (Y/N).”
You smile up at him from where your head is leaning against his chest. “Michael, I promise that I’m telling you the truth. Now just be quiet and hold me.”
“I’m happy to oblige.” Michael closes his eyes, placing his chin on the top of your head. If he could, he would want nothing more than to bottle this moment up so that he can return to it whenever he wishes.
The manor is silent when Michael enters with you, the closing of the door echoing through the foyer that you had descended into mere hours prior. It almost feels like you’re in an extended dream state, every sense seeming warm and fuzzy ever since...since...well, you can’t remember what since, but you know that this feeling is associated with Michael, and that makes you want to bask in this feeling forever. Michael’s smile shines brightly, reminding you--as if you could ever forget--of just how much you love him. It feels as if your heart is beating solely for Michael, every blue-eyed glance he sends your way sets your heart thumping wildly. 
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Mi-chael. Mi-chael. Mi-chael.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Michael says, stirring you out of your reverie. 
He leads you up the winding staircase and down the hall to your bedroom, the door opening to reveal the twinkling fairy lights that you strung up when you first moved in. Standing back from Michael, you slowly close the door behind both of you. He turns around to check on you, but you meet him with a kiss before allowing him the opportunity to question you.
“What are you doing?” Michael mutters against your lips, weaving an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“Kissing you.” Michael bites your bottom lip, making you gasp.
“And doing it very well, I might add.” You lean your forehead against his, shoulders heaving as you catch your breath.
“Michael, I want you.” You walk with Michael back towards the bed, falling onto the soft mattress.
“Oh,” he breathes, almost not believing what he’s heard. “Are you sure?”
“I can’t keep up the charade of not wanting you anymore.” Michael’s large hand goes to the strap of your dress, sliding it down your arm so that he can caress your bare shoulder. 
“Promise me that you’re sober,” he pleads earnestly. “I will not take advantage of you if you’re not.”
“I’ve already told you that I barely had anything to drink tonight.” You push stray strands of golden hair out of Michael’s face, gazing up at him. “Please.”
Michael kisses you hungrily, hands roving up and down the planes of your body. Your head falls back against the pillows as you let out a quiet hum at the feeling of his full lips against your skin. It’s wonderful, like everything you’ve ever dreamt it would be. Michael sits up with you, unzipping your dress and letting it pool around your waist. Michael skillfully unclasps your strapless bra, hands cupping your breasts roughly as you quickly fumble through unbuttoning his shirt. He nearly throws you back against the pillows once more, and you cry out in anticipation.
“I love you!” you gasp, eyes screwed shut as he tweaks one of your nipples between his fingers.
Michael stills, sitting back on the heels of his feet in shock. “W-what?”
“I love you, Michael,” you say earnestly. “I’m sorry for being so stubborn and rejecting you. I was just scared. I love you, and I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything. 
“If I was dying of thirst in a desert and had to pick between a deep pool of water or a mirage of you, I’d pick my hallucination. You’ve loved me endlessly and faithfully since the day we were married. I’ve failed as your wife in the past, but I won’t anymore because I love you, and I’m not afraid to admit it now.”
Michael stares at you in disbelief, his hand almost shaking as he presses it against your cheek. You lean into his touch, kissing the palm of his hand and looking at him with the same sleepy eyes as before.
He pauses when he looks at your eyes, staring into them with suspicion. This entire night has seemed too good to be true, and he’s starting to worry that he’s right.
“(Y/N),” Michael says cautiously, “tell me what you did when you left to go and get some fresh air.”
You groan. “Seriously?”
“Please, my love.”
“Fine,” you agree begrudgingly. “I...went to go and sit on a bench, because it was too cold to actually go outside. I was checking my phone when a waitress came up to me, and then--”
Michael stares at you as you furrow your eyebrows in concentration. “And then what?”
“I--I can’t remember. She gave me something, maybe a drink?” You rub your forehead, fighting off a sudden headache. “I think it was a cocktail. And then, the next thing I remember is sitting back down next to you.”
“And that was the only drink you had today?”
You nod. “It was pretty good, actually. It tasted like apples and cinnamon.”
Michael’s never been on a roller coaster before, but the oft-repeated simile of your heart and stomach dropping dramatically right before the roller coaster drops as well is one he thinks could apply to how he feels right now. His face pales, the smile he had previously been sporting falling to a frown. Apples. How could he have been so stupid as to let you be on your own mere weeks after Satan had attempted to “clear” your mind?
Now, he’s faced with a decision that he hoped he wouldn’t have to encounter again. The drink, his father’s work, has done what was promised. You love him unconditionally, and isn’t that all that he’s wanted since he first laid eyes on you? But he knows this isn’t you talking, not really. It may be your voice, but this is not you.
He stands from the bed, buttoning his shirt back up. You look up at him in confusion, crawling towards him as he looks away from you.
“Put your clothes back on, (Y/N),” Michael mutters.
“What? Michael, what’s wrong?”
“My father is what’s wrong.”
Mild disgust crosses your face. “I mean, while I’m certainly thankful that your father created us for each other, I don’t see why you’re thinking about him when we’re about to have sex for the first time.”
“That’s the problem!” Michael exclaims, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “(Y/N) wouldn’t say nice things about Satan.”
“I’m confused, am I suddenly not myself?” You don’t bother to put your bra back on, but you do slide the straps of your dress over your shoulders once more.
“Say something mean about me,” Michael demands. “If you’re not under the influence of Satan, give me a snide remark about how I always look like I’m going to a Renaissance Faire or something similar.”
You stare at him for a long moment. “I--I can’t, I wouldn’t.”
“Yes, you would! And you do! Yesterday you said that I act like someone is holding me hostage whenever we go out in public and then proceeded to tell me to blink once if I was being threatened.”
You grab Michael’s hand, trying to get him to look at you. “And I shouldn’t have said that to you, it was rude and uncalled for.”
“See,” Michael finally turns around, “that’s how I know you’re under Satan’s influence. You show your affection by sarcastic comments, and you would have appreciated your so-called ‘genius’ with that particular jab.”
“It was the only way I knew how to deal with my feelings! But I’m over that now, because I--”
“Don’t say it,” Michael commands sharply. He sits next to you with a heavy sigh, defeatedly allowing you to move his arm around your body. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so, so sorry.”
You smile sadly. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
“It’s all my fault,” he mutters to himself. “I...I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to fix this.”
“How to fix what?”
“How to undo this magic.”
You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but you can’t bare to see him so distraught. “Well, you’re always talking about the witches. Maybe they could help?”
“No.” Michael shakes his head. “No matter how much trouble we’re in, I could never ask the witches. They would kill me.”
“Surely there’s other people who use magic?” Michael nods slowly, lost in thought as he tries to think of a solution.
“Give me one second.” He reaches for his phone, unlocking it and searching for a number. You watch as he holds the phone to his ear and waits for the person on the other end to pick up, admiring the way his hair is perfectly, effortlessly curled.
“Dinah, thank you for picking up. I know I promised that I was only going to need a single favor from you, but I need your help again.” He pauses, listening intently. “I understand, and we can negotiate compensation for you upon completing what I ask of you.”
“Who are you talking to?” you whisper, but he ignores you.
“I’ll send you the address, can you be here within twenty minutes? Yes, okay.” Michael pulls the phone away from his face and hangs up.
“Is everything okay?”
Michael smiles, running a hand through your hair. “It will be. An acquaintance of mine will be coming over in a few minutes; why don’t you go and put on some non-formal clothes before she arrives?”
“Will you help me get undressed?” You bat your eyelashes at him in an obvious attempt to pick up where he left off. 
“No, (Y/N). You’re perfectly capable of changing your own clothes.” You stand up, shrugging. 
“Oh well, it was worth a try.” Michael allows you to kiss him, his head only falling into his hands after you leave.
Exactly twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. The emerald green dress has been replaced by a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt from high school. Michael’s version of “dressed down” is wearing a soft long-sleeved black shirt and forgoing the Gucci belt he was wearing, but that’s expected.
Michael opens the door, revealing a shorter woman with a colorful head scarf tied around her styled afro. She smiles thinly at him, setting a large bag down on the floor.
“Michael,” she greets, holding a hand out for him to shake.
“Dinah.” It’s when Michael says her name that it finally clicks for you.
“Holy shit, you’re Dinah Stevens!” She smiles bashfully, but you can tell that she loves the notoriety.
“In the flesh.”
“Michael, your colleague is a talk show host?” you ask in confusion, Dinah clicking her tongue in disdain.
“I’m also the voodoo queen of New Orleans, thank you very much.”
“Did you have a chance to read the information I sent you?” Michael questions, done with pleasantries.
“Yes, baby Satan.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “What information?”
“Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart.” Dinah looks at you. 
“You don’t get to decide that for her,” Michael says through gritted teeth. “(Y/N), it seems that my father may be influencing your mind. Dinah’s here to help us.” You nod, but you feel like you’re not as concerned as you should be. After all, you’re with Michael, and nothing can harm you when you’re with Michael.
“Mind if I ask you a few questions?” Dinah steers the conversation back to the reason why she’s here in the first place.
You shrug. “Yeah, fire away.”
“Let’s continue this conversation in my office,” Michael gestures upstairs, leading your small trio to the spacious office on the second floor. Dinah takes a seat in front of the desk, with you sitting in a chair next to her as Michael sits behind the desk.
“(Y/N), do you remember what the waitress said to you when she handed you the drink?” Dinah begins her questioning once everybody’s seated.
“Uh, she had told me that it was the house special and that it was the last one she had. I figured one drink wouldn’t be too bad, especially since I was nervous, so I took it.”
“Mhm, and do you remember Michael’s followers kidnapping you and forcing you to marry him?” Michael winces at the reminder: although Dinah had warned him that she was going to be blunt in an attempt to see just how much Satan’s spell covered, it still stings.
“Well yes, but it was really the only way. I mean, can you imagine me doing that willingly? It had to happen the way that it did.”
“Okay. What happened after you drank the cocktail?”
The same pained expression as before appears on your face as you try to think. “I don’t know. Everytime I try to remember, my head just hurts really bad.”
Dinah chews her bottom lip, thinking. “Gimme your hands.”
You look at Michael in concern, but he nods that it’s okay to do so. When Dinah does grab your hands, her eyes go wide. The dark brown of her iris is replaced by an electric blue, and though it looks like she’s staring at you, you can tell that she’s staring right through you. After a couple of minutes, she lets go of your hands with a gasp, panting at the exertion.
“So?” Michael asks eagerly, barely letting Dinah regain her bearings. “Can the spell be reversed?”
“Ah ah ah!” Dinah chides, wagging a finger at Michael. “I believe you mentioned something about a payment?”
Michael huffs. “Fucking voodoo queens, you’re all the same.” She raises her eyebrows in response; challenging him. “Name your price.”
“I want Marie Laveau’s old territory, in the heart of the French Quarter,” Dinah demands with hardly a moment’s hesitation.
“You know Papa Legba does not take too kindly to me broaching his domains.”
“Nobody said that you had to step foot in New Orleans.”
The two powerful beings stare each other down, both daring the other to relent. Finally, Michael sighs. “Consider it done.”
Dinah’s chin raises victoriously. “What do you have in terms of potion ingredients?”
“Say the word, and it will be at your disposal.”
The voodoo queen waits for Michael to produce a cauldron-like bucket, pulling a weathered book out of her bag once he’s set the large bowl on the ground. “Let’s get to work.”
Michael and Dinah work in tandem, the voodoo queen (she had reprimanded you for referring to her as a witch) calling out different ingredients and the Antichrist conjuring them for her. Some, like anise and lavender, are commonly found in nature and thus familiar to you. Others, such as wormwood and twice-blessed water, you had believed to be purely used in fiction. You’re fine with watching the two figure this out on their own, knowing that you’re nowhere near useful in this particular situation.
“Are you sure it’s safe for me to drink something that contains human blood?” Your nose crinkles in disgust as Michael slices his hand open, the blood dripping into the boiling mixture.
“Safer than you drinking a cocktail made specially by Satan,” Dinah quips, gesturing for Michael to stand back as she starts to chant. 
You don’t know what language she’s speaking in, but you do catch the name “Papa Legba,” the man (demon? You’re not sure) that Michael had referenced earlier, repeatedly. Dinah comes to a stop just as quickly as she started, stirring the mixture once more before nodding.
“It’s done,” Dinah says. “The reversal of the darkest kind of magic will be painful, more painful than what I believe the original effect of that magic was on (Y/N). I’ve mixed a sleeping draught in; hopefully, this means that she’ll feel minimal pain.”
Dinah pours the potion into a glass and hands it to Michael, who looks at the dark purple liquid apprehensively. “And you’re sure this will work?”
“You’re really going to question my skills now?” Dinah raises an eyebrow, and Michael shakes his head meekly. “That’s what I thought. Call me if something bad happens, or if nothing happens. I’ll expect payment by Monday.”
“Thank you, Dinah. Truly, you have no idea how much I appreciate this.” She chooses not to respond, instead gathering her belongings and moving past Michael and out the door.
“A woman of few words,” you remark, drifting towards Michael. “You’re gonna make me drink that, aren’t you? Even though I don’t want to? Even though we both have everything we’ve ever wanted now?”
Michael closes his eyes tightly, gathering his nerve before taking your hand and walking with you to your bedroom. He’s never really felt much empathy for the first humans to walk the Earth. Adam and Eve were weak, and easily susceptible to sin. They knew the consequences, yet accepted the apple anyways. Michael thrives off of sinners, and had previously seen their decision to give in as easy. Now, however, tempted with his heart’s desires standing right in front of him, he understands why they were torn in two when deciding whether to give in or resist.
“I’m doing this because I love you, (Y/N). On your own time, and in your own way, maybe one day I’ll be lucky enough to be loved by you in the same way. But not like this. I’m sorry that this had to happen to you, and that I dragged you into my fucked up, mess of a life. You deserve better than what I can give you.”
“You give me what you’re capable of, and that’s enough for me.” Your head is killing you, screaming to fight back and refuse to take the potion that the voodoo queen concocted, but you push through for Michael. Which version of you is pushing through, the you that’s under the influence of Satan or the you that Michael loves, you’re not quite sure.
Michael helps you into your bed, making sure that you’re completely comfortable before perching on the edge of the mattress. “I’ll be right here the entire time, I promise. You won’t go through this alone.”
“I love you, Michael,” you say earnestly, taking the glass that he hands you as he smiles forlornly.
“I know you do. It may be a different form, but I know. Now, drink up.” He watches as you lift the glass to your mouth, your muscles tensing as you fight Satan’s influence to do as Michael says (something that Michael takes a small amount of pride in).
At first, nothing happens. You feel the exact same as you have, albeit a little wary as you wait for something to happen. Michael’s confused as well, but he still has a reassuring smile on his face to keep you from freaking out. You both wait until a sharp pain in your chest makes you gasp loudly, the last thing you feel before going under.
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czuritaa · 4 years
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Day at the zoo
So, I've wrote this out of a cute idea and I wrote this to an amazing friend/son and since he loved it that much, I wanted to share it with everyone! Hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Aragon spends a day at the zoo with her daughters.
Au idea: Aragon had adopted three adorable kids when they were babies. Now, Anna is 13, Cathy 8 and Jane 4.
Jane jumped up and down in her bed, really excited. Cathy, who was her roommate while Anna had a room for herself, was smiling softly at the sight of her baby sister really excited about what's happening tomorrow. She put down the book she was reading and approached her sister's bed.
"Janey, calm down. You're gonna break the bed and it's your new big girl bed." Jane just got a bed, finally getting the protectors out of it.
Jane, still jumping while holding her seal plushie, grinned down at her older sister. "Can't. Too. Excited. For. Zoo!" She said between jump and jump.
Aragon, at the frame door of their room, smiled softly at it. Anna was with her as she was helping her with her brackets. "Okay, everybody gotta sleep now."
Jane pouted, sitting down. "Why sleep?"
"Because if you sleep than tomorrow will come earlier and we'll can get to the zoo sooner."
At those words, Jane ran to the head of her bed, covering herself up in the blankets. "Night night, sissies. Night night, mommy." And closed her eyes, holding Mr. Seal up to her.
Aragon let out a gentle giggle, kissing her youngest daughter forehead before tucking her better under the blankets. Then, she turned to Cathy, doing the same. "Good night my little fairy."
"Good night mama." Cathy closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly as she felt safe.
Aragon walked towards the door, turning the lights off but the fairy lights were on, a gift from auntie Anne. Anna was still at the door, smiling gently at her baby sisters. She loved being the oldest if she had to be honest.
Aragon smiled softly at her and guided her to her room. "Time for you to go to bed." Tucking her oldest daughter in bed, Aragon felt full. She had three wonderful daughters and they gave her the purest and kindest love she could ask. She kissed Anna's forehead in a gentle manner. "Good night, mi vida."
"Good night, mom." Anna fall asleep after a few minutes.
Aragon had to admit that she was lucky on the little family she had. Her daughters were the best thing that ever happened to her and she loved them with her whole heart.
The three sisters felt really lucky of it too. They had each other and that was the best thing of all.
What a surprise for Catherine that Jane was the first one up the next morning. Her little four year old ran inside the kitchen and hugged onto her leg while she was cooking breakfast. "Morning mommy! When we go?" She asked with a bright smile.
Aragon looked down, nearly cooing at how cute she was. Gosh, her daughters will be heartbreakers one day without noticing because they'll have all the boys and girls after them because, being honest, they were beautiful.
"Morning, sugar. We'll go once we eat breakfast and get dressed, sounds good?"
"Yes!" Jane was super excited. She loved animals with her whole and tiny heart and, expending one entire day surrounded by animals and with her mom and sisters, was the perfect plan. She sat down at her seat quickly, nearly falling down because she was a bit clumsy. Aragon's heart skipped a beat when she saw her nearly falling.
Next up, Anna walked down holding Cathy's hand. Cathy seemed as she was worried but, once she saw Jane in her seat, she ran to her and hugged her. "Morning mama, morning Jane." Cathy talked softly.
Anna hugged her mom, repeating her sister's words and getting some answers. Then, she looked up at her mom's questioning frown. "Cathy came to me because she was afraid when she didn't see Jane in her bed. She was really worried."
"But she's here and safe." Cathy mumbled, still in an embrace with Jane.
Aragon smiled softly at her daughters. What has she done to get such wonderful little humans to be under her care? "Okay, girls. The plan for today is getting breakfast and then get ready for a day at the zoo."
The three sisters cheered, completely excited about it. It wasn't that common that they had the time to spend a whole day the four together and, when they do, it's a big treasure.
Aragon had to make sure Jane didn't choke with her food as the girl was eating faster to get to the zoo sooner. Cathy and Anna tried not to laugh as, when they let out a soft chuckle at Jane, they got the mommy look and that was a sign of not laughing because it would make Jane feel sad.
Jane insisted on going combined today as it was a special day and the others just could no other than to agree to the youngest one. Jane kept asking different questions about animals, most of them being answered by Cathy and when she didn't know something, Anna answered and when the three of them got curious for it, Aragon answered. It was a really cute pic that Aragon was fully getting into her memory.
Putting away the dishes, and nearly starting to wash them, she felt a tug in her shirt. Looking down, there was Jane.
"Mommy, help?" Jane asked, holding up the jean dress and the white shirt. Aragon smiled softly.
"Of course, my love." She quickly got her fully dressed, shoes, dress and shirt done. While brushing her soft hair, Cathy walked downstairs wearing the same jean dress but with a baby blue shirt with the same style as Jane's. "Mama, can you help me with my hair too?"
"Of course, sweetheart." Jane's ponytail done, she started with Cathy's while Jane sat down in a chair and played with her stuffed seal.
Anna walked down wearing an overall, she hated wearing dresses, and the same red style shirt as her sisters. "I've done the ponytail by myself! Does it look good?"
Aragon looked up and smiled proudly at Anna, finishing Cathy's ponytail. "It looks awesome for a first time."
Cathy held up a white lace. "Jane forgot it upstairs." Aragon quickly put it on Jane after the younger one asked for it.
Once Ari got dressed in an overall too, to match with Anna, and a yellow shirt and put her hair up in a ponytail as Jane asked her when she walked out with her hair down, she grabbed some snacks and water bottles for her girls. They walked out, Anna walking in the middle of her sisters and grabbing their hands and Ari right behind them, checking they were alright. Jane couldn't leave Mr. Seal at home, so she was holding it against her tightly. Cathy was mumbling out to Anna, who was the one listening to her, some facts about lions and tigers she looked up on some books. Anna asked her some doubts of things she quite didn't get as she talked too fast sometimes.
At the sight of the zoo, the three girls let out a gasp of excitement, Jane even squeaking of happiness. "Zoo! Zoo! Mommy zoo!" Jane looked behind her towards Aragon, excitement written all over her face.
"Yes, sweetheart. We're already at the zoo." Aragon smiled softly, making their way quickly to the entrance and getting in. Jane was bouncing of excitement.
Anna looked at her. "Jane, please, stop. You're hurting my hand." During her whole excitement thing, Jane didn't realize that she was squishing too hard her sister's hand. Quickly she set free her hand, apologizing several times. Aragon stopped her. "Janey, it's okay. Anna is fine, don't worry." Jane was still sad, she didn't want to hurt her sister.
Anna knelt down in front of Jane, smiling softly. "You didn't hurt me, it was a bit uncomfy, but I'm fine. See?" She held her hand up and, when Jane looked up at her, she quickly started tickling her making Jane laugh at the top of her lungs. Cathy joined a bit after, both torturing in a joyful way at their baby sister. Once they freed her, Jane hugged both of them, her seal slipping off her hand. Aragon grabbed it before joining the hug. "You forgive me?" Jane asked, looking straight onto Anna.
"I forgive you." Anna hugged her one more time before they started walking. Jane looked around scared before Aragon put her seal in front of her. "Here you go."
"Mr. Seal!" She squeaked, her voice breaking a bit at the high notes. Aragon nodded to her oldest daughters and the four of them walked to the seals habitat that, luckily, the zoo had.
Once in the habitat, Jane was even more excited than before. She quickly made her way to the front, holding her stuffed seal up to her face and pointing at the actual seals. "Look, Mr. Seal. They're like you! But you're fluffier and my best friend. Don't worry, I won't change you."
Aragon walked Anna and Cathy to where she saw Jane walked to. "Jane, dear, don't run like that again, okay?" Jane nodded, apologizing, before looking at the seals again in awe. Cathy stood next to her, telling her some curiosities about the seals and Jane loved listening to her sister talking about it.
Aragon smiled softly at the sight, quickly taking a pic. Anna called for her attention. "Can we watch the lions or the tigers next? I know Cathy will love seeing them." Aragon smiled at her daughter, she was such an amazing big sister.
"Sure, honey. Now, why don't you join your sisters?" Anna nodded, joining them and Aragon took a pic of it. This pictures were going directly to her album.
Aragon called them. Jane waved enthusiastically at the seals. "Bye bye!" She blew a kiss at them and quickly grabbed her mama's hand. "Where we're going now?" Jane asked tilting her head.
"I proposed to see the tigers." Anne said and, automatically, Cathy squeaked. "Tigers!" Cathy was now the most excited one. She hugged Anna tightly, saying in repeat Thank you! and I love you! Aragon had to take a quick pic of the moment.
Jane called for her attention, looking up at her mama with a bit of fear. When her mom looked down at her, she lift up her arms to ask to be held. Aragon accepted. Jane wasn't a kid that wanted to be held if it wasn't because she felt scared or nervous. Jane hugged quickly onto her mama, the fear making her tremble. "Tigers bad?"
"Aw, sweetheart. Tigers are not bad. They won't do anything, I pinky promise." Jane hid her face even more, hugging her dear friend to her chest.
"Mr. Seal scared too." Aragon smiled softly and kissed Jane's head and the seal's head. "Then, we have to be brave for him. Okay?" Jane nodded.
They walked a bit more, finally seeing the tigers. Cathy dragged Anna to the fence, telling her even more curiosities about them. Jane got scared at the sight, hiding her face on her mama's shoulder. "Are you scared sweetheart?"
Jane shook her head. "Mr. Seal scared. I'm protecting." Aragon smiled at that, rubbing gently her back. She was going to let her stay like that until she found it was the right moment to move on. "Where do you wanna go next?"
"Monkeys! Anna loves monkeys!" Jane turned a bit to look at her, smiling brightly.
"Then, we'll go to the monkeys." Jane relaxed a bit in the embrace. Mama was warm and she always made her feel loved, safe and calm.
After a while, Aragon called over Cathy and Anna. In the moment she told them they were going to see the monkeys, Anna jumped in joy and thanked Jane a lot. Jane felt great and proud of herself for making her sissy happy.
Jane didn't want to walk all the way to the monkeys habitat. It was a bit far away from the tigers so, with their agreement, they stopped to see other animals on the way. They saw zebras, giraffes, pandas, bears, lions (which Jane got scared again), leopards, lemurs, penguins. They had a good time.
The time passed quickly as they enjoyed being together. While they stopped to eat something, Anna grabbed the camera taking some pics of her sisters and her mama and then setting it to take a pic of the four of them. Finally, after patiently waiting for it, they saw the monkeys. Anna was incredibly excited. She approached to the field, her baby sisters behind her and it was her turn to tell curiosities about them. Cathy looked at her in awe because of the information she was learning and Jane because her big sissies were incredibly smart. Jane aspired to be like them.
Sadly, that was the last stop and they had to walk home after saying bye to the monkeys.
Once at home, Anna and Cathy took a shower by themselves while Aragon bathed Jane in her bathroom. Putting Jane into her koala pajamas, Cathy and Anna quickly made their way in.
"Mom! One last request." Anna said, incredibly excited but nervous.
"Movie night?" Cathy asked for the both of them. Jane quickly nodded, pleading with her puppy face to make her accept.
"Please!" The three of them said at the same time.
Aragon couldn't say no. Come on, her three daughters were asking for it. Who would she be if she says no? "Okay, okay. We can watch a movie. Just one and after you brushed your hair and teeth." The three accepted quickly and Anna started brushing Jane's hair while Aragon brushed Cathy's. Anna then brushed her own.
Aragon set everything for the night while the three were brushing their teeth, Anna and Cathy helping Jane, and let herself enjoy the time with her daughters before going back to work the next morning.
Hope you enjoyed it!
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doyouever-daydream · 4 years
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Hold you like I used to
Hello all! Many of you suggested a part two to You are the only one and I’ve finally come up with it! It was super inspired inspired by Drunk by Ed Sheeran, I hope you’re doing okay and I am sending good vibes your way, it’s been quite a week. Alright, enjoy!
Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez
Warnings: None I believe.
Wordcount: 1578
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First part
Luke sat on his couch, petting Roxy who was laying beside him and resting her head in his leg, he was waiting for his dinner to arrive, it had been a long week and he was looking forward to the weekend, hoping he wasn’t called to go to work.
He sighed thinking he needed a break from the BAU, he wasn’t thinking about leaving or anything but he was still trying to figure out how to deal with his feelings for Penelope, it had been a few months since he had showed up to her place, afterwards he expected her to be angry at him. But Penelope showed herself the same as before, she was civil, she would make small talk whenever they were together to avoid awkward silences but Luke missed the days were she would tease him, call him newbie, he missed their banter.
He heard his doorbell and went to get the door, when he opened it he did find his dinner but it was Penelope who was holding it.
“Penelope?” It was all Luke could say.
She tried to smile at him but failed “I bumped into the food delivery guy on my way here”
Luke wasn’t sure as to what was going on “Uhm, thanks, how much do I owe you?” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Nothing, it’s alright” She took a deep breath “Can I come in?”
“Of course, let me get that” He took the food from her hands “We can share, I ordered some Thai food” 
“Thanks I had dinner before coming here” Luke eyed her carefully, she look flustered.
“Are you ok?”
“‘M fine” She slurred.
“You’re drunk, Penelope” He glanced at his watch “At 7:30 PM” He commented with a smirk.
“It’s Friday, the girls and I went out but we needed to cut girl’s night short” She shrugged her shoulder as she kicked her heels off and walked to his couch to sit.
“Do you want some tea? Coffee? Water?” Luke offered as he started to take out his food containers.
“I said I’m fine, eat up, don’t worry about me” She laid back and started to pet Roxy who seemed to be really happy to see her.
Luke took two bottles of water from his fridge, his dinner and sat opposite to Penelope, just a few moments ago he was thinking about how he didn’t need to see her but now that she was here, he knew it was exactly what he needed, he tried to push back the thought about her being in a relationship with someone else.
Penelope looked at him and said nothing, he looked more comfortable than she might’ve thought, her being on his living room on Friday night like they used to when they were together, she knew the alcohol had given her the courage to go to him but she was wishing she was sober, thinking clearer as to what she was going to say. She held her chin in her hand as he ate and offered from his food every few minutes, she ended up accepting a few bites and Luke swore he had traveled back in time to when things were okay and they were together. 
Without realizing Penelope’s vision started to become blurry, she hated the fact that Luke wasn’t the one holding her anymore, she tried to fight back the tears so he wouldn’t know and question what was going through her mind, but her mouth wasn’t on the same page.
“Should we be friends?” She questioned out of the blue, Luke put the napkin down and the containers on the coffee table.
“Aren’t we friends already?” He knew what she meant but didn’t know how else to respond.
“Come on, we haven’t properly talked since… It rained” She tried to laugh but failed to do so, he knew what she was referring to “And even before that, we didn’t talk ever since we broke up”
He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at her words, as if the bubble he had been for the past twenty minutes was just bursted and he was brought up to reality.
“Pen, what are you getting at?” He knew his tone wasn’t the most calm, but he had been dealing with his broken hearts for months now and these kind of situations didn’t help at all.
“We’re not together anymore” She stated, he spotted the tears in her eyes about to fall, as he was about to talk, she continued “You know that saying about what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger? I’ve come to find this past few weeks that it’s not true”
“Penelope-” She shook her head and cut him off.
“Let me finish” She huffed, desperate to make sense but her mind wasn’t clear, all the alcohol and the emotions didn’t make it easy “I haven’t been able to sleep well these past few weeks, I want you there, I want you to hold me like before” Penelope swallowed “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about coming here” She placed her hands in her cheeks, trying to regain some clarity “What is it about you? About us that has me like this?” She bit her lip and looked mortified “I think about you way more than I’m supposed to, I want things to go back to how they were before, when we were together”
Luke rubbed his hands in his sweatpants and avoided looking at her, knowing full well if he did he’d give in to her plea, but she wasn’t thinking straight, she was drunk and in a relationship.
He thought about what to say, but he couldn’t find other words that weren’t I am in love with you, let’s be together and forget everything else, he had the impression that things were going well with her current relationship, he didn’t want to interfere with that.
“I think... I should call you a cab, Penelope” Both of their hearts broke, his from saying those words and Penelope’s from listening his response.
Penelope’s face fell and her bottom lip quivered “I knew it” She anxiously pushed some hair strands out of her face “You don’t love me anymore”
She got up and tried to get out of there as quickly as she could but Luke was fast and took her arm, without turning her, he spoke to her “You are wrong, I still do, I never stopped but-” Penelope turned and looked angry at him.
“But what then?” She moved away from his touch.
“You’re in a relationship” 
“Oh” She bowed her head “I should have started with that” Luke’s eyebrows furrowed “We broke up, Jonathan and I, like a month and a half ago”
“What?” His voice came out almost like a whisper, he was in disbelief “I-I thought things were going well”
“They were, for him anyway” She confessed, looking away from him and feeling guilty for being so long in a relationship with Jonathan without being entirely happy “I realized I didn’t want to be with him”
There was hope in Luke’s eyes “Does this mean you wanna give this a try? Us?” He felt his heart beating faster awaiting for her answer.
“I was the one to end things, I thought it was fair to be the one to ask for another chance” This time his vision was the one to turn blurry, he felt as if the pieces to his heart were being put together.
“I would love to” He took a step towards her and raised her chain with his hand “We need to talk about this tomorrow, when you’re sober, to see if this is really what you want” Penelope gave him a sad smile.
“It is, I’m sure of it” She tried to move to get her heels but he stopped her.
“You can stay here if you want” Luke offered, Penelope looked up and nodded.
“Thank you” She stood there unsure of where to go or what to do.
Luke cleared his throat “You can stay in my bed and I’ll stay on couch”
Penelope was starting to feel very sleepy, she always crashed after drinking a little bit too much “Come on, Luke, don’t be silly, let’s go to bed” She offered her hand and he looked hesitant to take it.
“Are you sure?” He was afraid this was her drunkenness talking and that maybe tomorrow she’d wake up to tell him that she regretted everything.
Penelope let out a sigh “Yes, I am, please, I’m falling asleep already, let’s go and please hold me so I can get a proper night of sleep” She kept her hand out to him signaled him to take it.
He took it and immediately felt relief wash over him, Penelope guided them to his bedroom, she instantly took on her preferred side of bed and Luke laid on the other side “I’m not even that sleepy, it’s barely past 8:00” He dared to joke as Penelope snuggled to his chest.
“I don’t care, make sure I’m asleep then go back to whatever you were doing before I came here” She indicated with closed eyes, he smiled and looked at her with adoration.
For the first time in months he felt content, and there was no other place in the world he’d rather be than in his bed holding her on his arms, he kissed her head and lulled her to sleep by rubbing circles in her back.
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todo-ho-ki · 4 years
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If It’s Convenient for You, pt.8
Hello Lovelies! I’ve FINALLY gone and done it! It’s part 8! I made it twice as long for the wait, but I cut the action in half! WOW! I also definitely made a typo in the text please don’t look at it! It took me forever to get back into writing soooo I hope it’s up to par. I like it, but I’m supposed to.
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Pairing: BakugoXReader
Warnings: None! It’s pretty much all chill. Well, the cursing..
Word Count: 4,044
"What do you want to eat?” He asked after what seemed like a million years of silence.
“I don’t have much in here. I was planning on shopping yesterday. Help yourself though.” You motioned to the kitchen, head falling onto the back of the couch. You were beyond tired and these nightmares weren’t helping.
“Holy shit! You have two eggs and 13 grains of rice left! How the fuck are you alive?”
“I said I was gonna shop yesterday! But instead I got fucking stabbed, if you don’t mind! Fucking listen once in a while,”you muttered.
Soon after, though, the aroma of restaurant quality food filled the air. He handed you your bowl begrudgingly. How he managed to make anything at all was impressive, but the sight alone was making your mouth water.
“Wow. This actually look delicious,” you mused.
“Course it does. You think I can’t cook or somethin’?”
“Wh-I just- it’s not something that even registered, honestly.” The thought of Bakugo cooking for you made you suddenly shy. “And I didn’t really have anything in there. Not really sure how you managed to make this.” 
He only grunted in response before digging in. You followed suit, the taste blossoming on your tongue. It was full of flavor and-spice. So much spice. You managed to choke the fist bite down, a coughing fit following, and tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.
He raised an eyebrow in minimal concern, a smirk appearing on his face. “Too spicy?” He taunted. You felt your body temperature rising with the heat in your mouth, lips and tongue searing.
“What the fuck did you put in here?” Your words managed to escape despite the coughing.
“Just come chili oil and cayenne. Not that big a deal.” He shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t conspicuously try to kill you just now.
“It is if you put the whole bottle!” You set the food down, impressed that the taste was more than just spice, but definitely caught off guard. “I have to prepare myself before I eat hot shit.”
“What, can’t handle it?”  It was more like a challenge than a concern.
“I can handle it just fine. I’m prepared now,” you spat, picking the bowl back up with a mission. It was enough to scarf down now that you knew it was hotter than the sun. And honestly, you were beyond starving. He stifled a laugh at your watery eyes and running nose.
“By the way, that was payback for the comment earlier.” He snatched your bowl up and gave you a cocky look.
“Are you telling me mine was spicier than yours?”
“God,no. Mine was way spicier. But go through this much trouble to keep your sorry ass alive just  to kill you with food? No thanks.” 
You swore you drifted off to sleep for a moment with the melodic clanking of dishes in the background.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“Huh? It’s 10pm.”
“You were literally just asleep. You tellin’ me you’re not tired?”
“Well, I’m like, a normal adult. Ten is too early.” It seemed like the food was sufficient pay back for your slip up earlier; he went right back to annoying the shit out of you.
He harrumphed and picked you up once again, without asking of course, tossing you onto your bed.
“Goodnight.” He stood strangely still for a moment before turning.
“W-wait! Can a girl brush her teeth and shit?” He groaned like your daily hygiene was an imposition before he went for your legs again.
“Literally my crutches are in the van. I can walk if you get them. Since, you know, that’s what they’re for.”
“I’m not leaving you alone.” There was something in his tone hinting to you that he wasn’t just a hero doing his job, but you were too tired to care.
And at this point you were just feeling like an inconvenience, though you weren’t altogether convinced there was an actual reason he refused to grab them. Except maybe just to irritate you.
“Well then walk me to the van and let’s get them! I’m tired of you carrying me around!” Really, you weren’t. If he wanted to carry you, you had more than half a mind to let him. But if your legs didn’t stretch soon, they were sure to fall off.
“It’s not a big deal.” He turned his head to look out your window, eyeing the van. “Me carrying you is the equivalent of you holding a gallon of milk.”
“Wow. What a fucking strange way to brag about how strong you are... But what if something happens? You gonna throw me on the ground to fight? Or maybe get us both killed? It’s safer if your hands are free.” He scowled a bit and you weren’t entirely sure his crossed arms would stay on his body if he tightened up any more.
“Don’t. Move.” The words barely came out as he stomped off, returning within literally 20 seconds.
“Thank you,” it wasn’t a genuine response, sarcasm dripping off the words. But for the first time since you got stabbed in the first place, you were standing and walking on your own. “Oh god that’s incredible!” Finally able to do something yourself, you finished your routine slowly, just to revel in it.
Bakugo was leaning on your desk, lost in thought when you came back in. He dwarfed the desk in size, easily standing six foot four. God, he was pretty when he wasn’t scowling. The almond shape of his eyes was soft, so gentle you wouldn’t think they belonged to someone so hot-headed. The lounge wear he chose to sleep in wasn’t doing your red face any favors either. Why did it always have to be fucking sweat pants? Your eyes shot back up, opting to linger on  his biceps to keep thoughts of...other things off your mind.
His hair shimmered elegantly in the moonlight. His red eyes held more emotion than his face led you to believe. Concern..? Nerves? Just idle thoughts? He seemingly didn’t even hear you crutches on the floor as you stood in the doorway.
He cracked a mile for some reason, just a split second reaction that set you ablaze before he look straight at you. “There a reason you’re staring like that?” His tone was teasing, at best.
Lie. Lie through your fucking teeth.
“Well-I didn’t wanna interrupt.” Your head turned involuntarily. You couldn’t look at this Bakugo. The calm and beautiful one who wasn’t calling you names, who was so casually protecting you like it was nothing. This one was..a bit difficult to stomach. At least if he was being an ass you’d have some sort of excuse to deny liking him even a little bit.
“I couldn’t be doing less than I’m doing right now.” Judging by his response, he didn’t buy it one bit. Not that surprising, really. You’d already embarrassed the shit out of yourself on the way to the hospital. Checking him out would be the least intrusive thing you could muster at this point.
“You looked like you were thinking about something important.” And really, it wasn’t a lie. He pushed off the desk with a quiet agility usually reserved for cats.
“Goodnight.”
“Uh, yeah. Night.” You didn’t dare turn to watch him walk away. By now he had to realize you were eating him up like he was your last meal. And he’d probably take it as a challenge. For once, your sleep was deep and dreamless. ------- You hobbled down the steps at six in the morning. Bakugo put you to bed so early that sleeping any longer was impossible.
“Good morning!” Kirishima beamed from the living room. 
Agh! Jesus. It’s too early for a smile that bright.
“Morning,” you winced. Sleep hadn’t quite worked itself out of your body, plopping down on the couch lazily.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Actually, for once, I did.” You thought it was a little strange. Shit had been plaguing you the second those two dudes walked in the door at the Takoyaki shop. You knew you were having nightmares, but they were completely erased from your memory the second you woke up. And they only left behind a vague and lingering discomfort.
“Yeah. You guys mentioned something about nightmares, right? What’s that about?”
His eyes flicked to his phone and back to you. “It’s not a big deal. I had a nightmare on the way home from the hospital. But I don’t even remember it.” His face scrunched a bit.
“I mean, it could just be from the incident. But it could also be something else.” His eyes followed to his rapidly vibrating phone once again.
“Jeez, Kirishima. Popular with the ladies huh?” You joked. You didn’t really want to talk about the past couple of days anyway.
His face scrunched up a bit further. “It’s Bakugo. He’s demanding a list of what you need from the store. Or else he’s...buying a bunch of spicy shit? What is this dude on about?” He held his phone up, trying to decode the threat
. But you just let out a laugh. “He fed me really spicy Oyakodon last night. And I almost died.”
“Yeah. He’ll do that. Anything to add to the list?”
“I mean, I was just gonna go to the store, but if he’s buying...” After ten minutes you had a complete list sent to Bakugo.
“He said that’s the longest fucking list he’s ever seen in his life and you shouldn’t wait until you have three ingredients in the house to go shopping.”
“Tell him to fuck off.” He laughed softly.
So far, besides the outburst the night before, things were going swimmingly with the boys around. They didn’t bother or pry. Well, Todoroki and Kirishima didn’t. They let you do whatever you needed to do and Todoroki even took you to the park, much to Bakugo’s dismay.
You hobbled up the steps to your room with Todoroki lingering behind. There was moment of rest before you could hear the very distinct sound of Bakugo yelling in the distance, getting closer with every word until he was standing right in front of Todoroki.
“Are you out of your fucking minds!? Why is this the second time I’m asking you that!?”
“It was just some fresh air in the park,” you shrugged.
“Yeah. To you! Who knows what assholes saw you? And you.” His eyes narrowed on Todoroki leaning against the door frame. “What kinda stunts you think you’re out here pullin’ taking her in the open like that in the middle of the day?”
“She was literally right next to me the whole time. Nothing would’ve happened to her.” It looked like he was ready to pull his hair out.
“That’s-! That’s not the fucking point! If someone was watching, now they know she’s with at least you, and that’s if they’re stupid! And they know we’re driving the van! I can’t fucking believe you two right now!” He stormed off for a moment, leaving Kirishima a bit red-faced and ashamed.
“Sorry bros. He’s right this time.” He patted Todoroki’s shoulder and took his leave. All you could do was sigh.
"Is it even possible to do something that satisfies him in some way? Do I need to sit here like a household object and not speak?" You plopped yourself onto the bed, finding comfort in just staring at the ceiling.
"In hindsight, perhaps it wasn't the smartest move in the world." He just shrugged taking a seat at your vanity.
"Huh. Just a couple dumbasses upstairs." He smiled softly.
"I get that a lot."
"You? You're literally in the top three. How in the world-" Your nice, quiet, calm conversation was interrupted by your already open bedroom door nearly popping off the hinges, your head popping up to assess the damage.
"That's it you Icy-Hot idiot! You're fucking out! It's just like I have to do everything my damn self!"
"You're going to do double shifts?" He asked. His calm was such a juxtaposition to Bakugo's constant rage.
"If I fucking have to! You're turning out to be useless,  you chicken fried fuck!" There was no way for you to even pretend that wasn't the funniest insult you'd ever heard fly out of someone's mouth, bursting into uncontrollable laughter at Todoroki's expense.
"You shut your fucking trap, asshat! You're fucking dead meat too! You're a moron!"
"Aww, I don't get to be a chicken fried fuck? Perhaps a deep fried shit sandwich?" It was Todoroki's turn to stifle a laugh, burying his head as far into his hands as he could.
"Get out!" He nearly threw Todoroki out of the room, slamming the door behind him. When his eyes turned to you, you weren't feeling nearly as funny as you were a second ago.
"Are you done being an idiot? I know you aren't that stupid." There was a threat in his voice that you could barely perceive with your ears, but your body was reading loud and clear, goosebumps popping up on your shoulders.
"I didn't mean to offend. I just wanted some fresh air."
"We're trying to keep you safe. You're clearly a target. And we don't know why or for what. This isn't even what we were sent here for, so I'd appreciate a little cooperation."
"Look who's talking." You rolled your eyes, but Bakugo was over your splayed form in a second. His hands wrapped around both of your wrists, pulling you up so hard you nearly fell off the bed. He was staring straight down at you with an unreadable expression, face much closer than you anticipated. 
Your lips parted to say what you were hoping was a remark of some sort, but it was just a garbled nervous squeak. Bakugo was way more intimidating than you gave him credit for. And you gave him a lot of credit for it. His taut muscles strained once again and his grip was too strong on your wrists as he held them up between you two.
"You only seem to understand when I get rough. So here's the deal." His voice was low and tense.
"We're staying here," he snarled. "Do not leave this fucking house without one of us. And it should go without saying, but don't go in public, idiot. Especially not with Icy Hot! You can tell who he is from a mile away! I don't give a shit how bored you are! Do some fucking brain training or something since you seem to need it. I am not playing around like you seem to think I am." He stared for another moment before letting your wrists go and standing straight.
Your stare was as incredulous as your face was red, the ghost of his bruising grip setting you ablaze.
Did he really just threaten to protect me?
Your heart was beating quickly now, the temperature in the room seemingly skyrocketing. You once again felt the same warm tingly feeling you felt in the hospital.
He sat back in the vanity chair with no emotion in his face, like he hadn't just essentially started to assault you. The quiet seemed to be too much for him. "If I find out something happened to you because you were being stupid, I'll kill you. Now tell me you understand."
The audacity of this bitch..the hot fucking audacity!
"I don't think you-"
"I said tell me you understand," he growled again, lips curling in a snarl. You were crumbling under his stare, though admittedly it wasn't from intimidation. "Not another fucking word better come out of your stupid bratty mouth if you're not gonna say it. And you can forget about me cooking again."
It was like he knew that would set off an automatic response in your brain. "I understand!" The tension in the room clicked off like a light and he relaxed at that. 
"Jesus christ."
"What was that?"
"Can Todoroki come back now? I like hanging out with him. He doesn't call me a stupid brat."
"No! He's fucking out!"
"Ugh. Please. I don't think I can stand you for sixteen hours."
"Me and Kirishima will take four hours. But I appreciate the insinuation that I'd think of spending sixteen hours a day with you." There was a little smirk on his face that you were eager to slap right off of him.
"I-uh... Get out. I have to practice for my audition." ---- You busied yourself late into the night with your narrowed down selections, trying very hard not to  recall what happened the last time you stopped practicing. You weren't even sure why you made Bakugo leave. You were sure he could hear you anyway. Before you knew it, Bakugo was slamming the door open at the offending hour of 10 p.m.
"It''s time for you to go to bed." The fear of being startled nearly killed you on the spot.
"Wh-it's ten! Why are you such an old man?"
"And you're a fucking wreck in every way. What's your point? A schedule is good for you."
"I feel like I'm at my dad's house." Your hand met your hip as you mumbled. "Whatever. Kirishima's taking the shift tonight. I'll be out around the neighborhood."
"I literally don't care." He looked like he was about to start yelling again, but he just took a breath and left.
"Don't fucking stay awake singing shitty songs." He disappeared around the corner before you could retaliate.
Strangely enough, knowing Bakugo wasn't downstairs was making you restless. Not that you didn't trust the other two, but a big part of you wanted him to be there if something went down. He did seem to be the brains of the operation.
Maybe I should text him. He's probably out there bored. Wait, that's the actual worst idea. Emergencies only.
Your resolve didn't last long, picking up your phone the second your mind was blank.
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The most prominent emotion was shock. Bakugo said something that wasn't terrible to you. And it was almost nice. That made it a little easier to fall asleep. --------- You woke up in a silent panic. You couldn't remember if you'd had another dream, but your heart was racing at top speed. It was pitch black. Why? There was a streetlight in the complex. You were about to draw the curtains when you saw it.
Frozen with fear, your eyes darted as a terrifiyingly skinny figure stood motionless outside your window. You could just barely see him through the fluttering crack in the curtains but the pit in your stomach told you he could see you just fine.
Torn between wanting to move and wanting to yell out the window left you sitting completely still on the edge of your bed.
"I know you see me Kurahiko." You closed your eyes as tight as you could. His lips didn't even move and his voice was right in your ear.
I have to be asleep. I'm just asleep.
"You don't have to be anything. Not here." You looked out the window again and he was gone. Instead, he was right in front of you, leering over your body with that same sickening smile. He may have caught you off guard the first time, but he wasn't as scary now that you were sure you could remember. Your first instinct was to go for the throat, which he obviously didn't expect. So he wasn't as all-knowing as you thought.
Since you weren't  really awake, there was no harm in jumping out of bed, right? And this asshole was an idiot too if he thought he was going to let you terrorize him forever.
Wrong. So, so very wrong. You let out a yelp as you hit the ground after standing.
"Silly girl. A good try I suppose. But I control all of this. You think I wasn't prepared for you to put up a fight?"
"The fuck do you want?" You grunted, heat washing over you from the pain.
"In time, Kurahiko. You'll know in time."
"What the hell does that mean? At least have some decency you zombie looking motherfucker!" The door burst open and in the same instant the lighting returned to normal, a daze washing over you.
"Woah. Who are you talking to Kurahiko?" Kirishima's eyes were filled with worry, flipping the light as you sat yourself up. Who were you talking to?
"I don't know." The waves of pain crashed over you as you realized you'd tried to reach for something.
"Let's get you back to bed. Are you okay?" He lifted you gently back into your bed, feeling your head for a fever.
"I don't remember anything. I just-woke up scared. I don't even remember being asleep this time. I woke up because it was really dark in here. But I don't feel any pain." He took a look out the window for a moment before shutting the blinds all the way.
"Do you want me to stay in here until you fall asleep?" He was so insanely adorable with his raised eyebrows and cheeks popping out that you couldn't say no. It was hard to believe this dude was as fierce as he was.
"I think that would be great, yeah." He plopped down by the foot of the bed without hesitation.
"You won't even know I'm here!" Despite Kirishima's best efforts to make you feel safe, you couldn't shake the sickening feeling setting in. Every once in a while his eyes would meet yours to check if you were asleep and finally you decided to just pretend you were so he could leave and get some sleep of his own.
Your plan was to stay awake as long as possible. The light broke through the curtains as sleep finally found you. You were sure it would be a comfortable morning until what seemed like seconds later, Bakugo threw the door open.
"Breakfast time, brat."
"Ugh. You have absolutely no respect for personal space do you? Can't you fucking knock?" He stayed silent, an eyebrow raising as he took in what you were sure was the most decrepit human being he'd ever seen."Are you seriously my dad or something? Who eats at..seven? Seven?"
"You do. Unless you wanna die or something."
"It's up for debate at this point."
"Tch. Get up." You rubbed at your temples in an attempt to get the pain to go away as you sat up. His eyes followed your movement.
"You look shitty."
"Thanks, asshole."
"Did you sleep? Like I told you?" He leaned in the doorway like he actually cared if the answer was no.
"Well, it's possible I got like ten minutes."
"What the fuck? Why?"
"I was having nigtmares. If you're awake, you can't have nightmares."
"Are you serious? You tried to stay up all night?"
"What else was I supposed to do?" He didn't answer, he just rolled his eyes and handed you your crutches impatiently.
"Oh? You're gonna let me use them today?" He glazed right over your comment.
"You had another nightmare?"
"Yeah. I tried so hard to remember any details, but I can't. They just leave me with a vague feeling of dread. I don't know what's going on."
He looked a little lost in thought for a moment. When Bakugo wasn't talking, you could stare at him forever. His hair was even messier than usual; he had to have been flying around all night. His eyes had a look you didn't recognize. What was he thinking about? You didn't have to wonder for long.
"Oi, I'm thinking that the nightmares aren't nightmares at all. It's someone's quirk. But I don't think it's working right on you."
"How so?"
"What good would leaving you with a feeling of knowing what's going on be helpful? It'd be more effective to have you forget everything. You'll never see an attack coming. Something's going on here."
"Okay, well, I 'm going to ignore very simple reasons for why someone's quirk wouldn't quite work right and eat. Hope you don't try to kill me this time." You raised your brows at him as you hobbled out of the door.
“Tch. I hope you like wasabi curry, asshole.”
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softyoongiionly · 5 years
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No Diving 🏊‍♂️
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A Thursday night in the sweltering heat was not your idea of a good time. Your boyfriend however, has a few plans up his sleeve to help you ‘cool off.’
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre: Fluffy!!! Jin, Boyfriend! Jin, little known fact: Jin was my very first bias in BTS and, he frequently taunts me with his overwhelming perfection,  SMUT (18+ only), Jealous! Y/N
Word Count: 3.2k ( I got a lil out of hand with this one, I blame Jin)
Warnings: smut (no minors plz)
A/N: whoa there, apparently I have a lot of feelings for Jin and, this was an attempt to get it all out. CAUSE EXPRESSING YOURSELF IS A GOOD THING BROTHER. anyway lmao
love you xx
The entirety of the back of your neck is coated in a vomit inducing amount of sticky sweat.  Your normally cozy apartment felt like a stale-scented sauna from which you could not escape. Due to scheduled maintenance, your building  had informed it’s tenants that:
“This Thursday, July 18th, we will be shutting off the Central Air system for a yearly tune up.  The tune up will begin at approximately 10pm and, conclude around 5am to avoid inconveniencing our tenants. We ask that you plan accordingly.
Sincerely,
Management”
Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue however, your region had been experiencing an intense heatwave that had kept temperatures well above their national average for about a week now. There was no mercy after sundown as the temperatures were only wavering a few degrees lower.  
Hell, it was absolute hell.
The heat is not something you handled well. You liked to think of yourself as a fairly calm and reasonable person. Well your calmness and your reason-ability were no match for the sweltering heat that seemed to ebb and flow against the perimeter of your body.  What’s almost nearly as irritating, is that your boyfriend, who had spent the entire day shirtless, seemed to have no issue with the lack of air conditioning.
“Jagi,” He chuckles from the counter-top, shaking the black fringe out of his eyes as he continues to cut up a few strawberries, “…it’s not that bad. The air’s only been off for an hour…”
Your irritation simmers at a dangerous rate underneath your skin, “Jin, it’s literally a thousand degrees in here…”
He snorts, shaking his head, rolling his broad shoulders before scooping the strawberries into the blender, his dark eyes scanning the counter to locate the bottle of silver tequila.
“You’re being dramatic…which is my job.” He smirks as your displeasure becomes even more evident on your face, pouring a few shots of tequila into the mix.  “…The margaritas will help cool you down and, if you want, we can always go down to the pool and, wait it out.”
Huffing, you lean hopelessly against the counter, wishing that you could crawl inside of the freezer Jin was currently pulling ice cubes out of.
“The pool closes in ten minutes…” You groan into your palm, trying to ignore the fact that your ANKLES were covered in sweat.
Jin shrugs, the ice cubes landing in the blender with a loud sloshing sound, “So? We pay rent here, the worst they’re going to do, is tell us to leave…”
He makes a compelling argument. Nobody from management would be in at this hour and, most of the security group would likely be with the maintenance crew. You look up at him, admiring the way the sweat glistened across his bare chest as he added a few squeezes of lime juice into the blender.  
Damn him for looking good in these conditions.
“That’s not the worst idea you’ve ever had…”
Jin chuckles, brows rising at your comment, “No, the worst idea I’ve ever had was the time I tried to make a move on you in grade 12 by leaving a homemade custard pie in your locker…”
You giggle at the memory of a very nervous, lanky Jin explaining to you that  there was a now putrid pie in your locker because, he had no idea you would be away on vacation for the week. He had just assumed you ate it and, didn’t like him.  
Neither of which were true…
“Hey don’t say that, that pie was the reason you and I went to homecoming together. Which, if I remember correctly, lead to you getting head for the first time.” You point out, still smiling fondly as you slowly make your way off of the barstool.  
You were going to take advantage of your trip to the pool by using it as an excuse to wear the least amount of clothing legally possible.
“That’s very true—it wasn’t the first time I got head though…” Jin lets this tiny microscopic bit of information and as soon as he does, his eyes widen.
Why the hell did he just say that?
Pausing in your tracks, you feel your stomach churn in an uncomfortable way, “Wait…but-“
As you turn around, your boyfriend quickly amends, his eye still widened in surprise.
“It wasn’t my first time but, it was the best night of seventeen year old Jin’s life so, it didn’t matter…”
Your eyes look over him, assessing his answer. Jin chuckled nervously from the counter before his eyes roll in the wake of the awkward silence.
“Jagi, that was like 8 years ago, you’re not seriously upset are you?” His tone is teasing but, gentle, desperately hoping he hadn’t actually bothered you.
No, of course not. Why would you be upset?  
That would be ridiculous.  
You and Jin had been dating for 7 years and, lasted not only through 4 years of long distance when the two of you went away for school but, you made it through the countless hardships one often encounters at the beginning of adulthood.
7 years later and, you’re both still head over heels in love with one another and, despite your busy schedules, still manage to find time to indulge in eachother…often.
Like, very often…
He was right, it shouldn’t matter, it dOESn’t matter…
Everything is fine.  
“No, I’m not, I think you told me about them actually…I must have forgot…” You pull a convincing smile across your face, trying to ignore the burning curiosity that had lodged itself into your brain.
Jin doesn’t look convinced but, the ice was starting to melt under the blistering heat of your apartment and, he wanted to finish up the margaritas to take to the pool.
“Okay good, now get your cute ass into the room and, please for the love of god, don’t come back in that red bikini…” He looks at you pointedly, gesturing to the bedroom.
You cock your head, giggling at his request, “Wait why? I thought you liked the red bikini?”
“I do but-- “ He motions wildly to the space surrounding him, “The apartment is hot enough and, if you come out here in that thing, you’re going to set the building on fire…”
Laughter echoes throughout the kitchen as you wave him off, “Stopppp…”
However, his comment soothes your petty jealousy (temporarily) and, you do exactly as he instructed you not to do, and slipped on the strappy red bikini you had bought earlier that month.
Moments later, you exit the room to find your boyfriend carefully scooping pink slushy liquid into matching, tropical tiki glasses, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in concentration.
Fuck, you really loved this man.
“Are you re-“ He begins his sentence before halting it abruptly, his eyes widening in horror as he spots you, “YAH! WHAT DID I JUST SAY? DO YOU WANT ME DEAD? IS THAT IT? YOU WANT YOUR BOYFRIEND DEAD?”
You burst out into another fit of giggles, parading over in his direction, “STOP, you’re gonna wake up the neighbors…”
Guffawing, he reaches for you, fingers wiggling in anticipation, “SO?? THERES A FIRE IN THE BUILDING Y/N! THEY SHOULD BE AWAKE…”
Your stomach is painfully sore from your increasing laughter as you grab his hands and, lean into his gesticulating frame. Your lips attach themselves to his momentarily to stop the noise, fearing that your neighbors will think there is an actual fire in the building.
Jin smiles into your lips, his strong hands coming out to grip your waist.
“You’re ridiculous…and it still feels like we’re on the fucking sun so, save your touching for the pool.”
Jin chuckles, stealing a kiss before, putting his hands up, and conceding with you.
“Fair enough…can you grab the towels? I’ll get the drinks…”
Roughly 10 minutes later, you and Jin make it to the gated pool that sat in the center of your complex. The summer breeze was a slight improvement from your apartment but, the air was still sticky and, far too dense to be considered pleasant.
“Do you have the key?” Jin inquires in a hushed tone, turning back to you at the gate.
“Fuck….” You groan, looking dreadfully back at your apartment.
He snickers, shaking his head at you before setting the drinks down, “It’s alright, I got it…”
“Be careful!”  A panicked whisper-yell tumbles out of your mouth as your boyfriend grips the top of the fence, hoisting himself over.
He snickers again as he lands on the other side effortlessly and, pulls the gate open.
“Don’t trip on the margaritas…I will leave you.” He warns as he brushes past you to pick them up.
You snort, tossing the towels onto a nearby chair, “I’m glad our nearly decade long relationship is so easily broken over spilled margaritas.”
“Frozen strawberry margaritas...that you watched me slave over, thankyouverymuch...” He corrects, smirking as he sets the cups down on the edge of the pool.
A giggle leaves your lips as you follow him over to the water.
The pool area was strangely eerie at night. During the day, especially this time of year, it was loud, crowded and, reeked of sunblock and, burnt barbecue. Tonight however, after hours, the area was impossibly quiet, the pool lights illuminating its entirety with a soft blue-green hue.  
A light splash brought you out of your head and, you turn towards the pool to see that Jin had already hopped in, the water in the shallow end only coming up to his waist.
“Is it cold?” You wavered slightly at the steps causing Jin to roll his eyes, his hand coming up to push his hair back.
“No, it’s ‘literally a thousand degrees’ remember? It feels like bath water...” Jin teases, opening his arms to beckon you forward, “...get in here, I’m already lonely.”
You flip him off at his mocking of your tone before giggling as he pretends to catch it like a kiss. Soon enough, you decide to trust his judgement and, slowly begin wading into the pool. The water proved to be the exact temperature Jin described and, it was so soothing that you found yourself immediately dunking under water. The uncomfortable sweaty feeling finally comes to an end and, you feel your mood improving significantly as you begin to cool down.
“You’re a genius Kim Seokjin...” You murmur as he starts making his way toward you, grabbing your drinks along the way.
He laughs at that, handing you the tiki cup before taking a sip from his own.
“I know I am but, I’m glad to finally hear it from you jagi,” He gestures to the cup, looking at you pointedly, “drink this before it melts. Let me know what you think, I added extra fresh strawberries this time...the syrupy shit is too sweet.”
You follow his directions, taking a drink from the tiki cup, humming happily as the refreshing strawberry slush envelops your tastebuds.
“It’s amazing, as usual, I like the fresher berries too, it’s less overbearing...”
“Okay good, I’ll make it that way next time,” Jin smiles, pleased with your reaction before jerking his head towards you, “So are you gonna come over here now or, are you going to keep torturing your poor, sweet, innocent, boyfriend?”
His face turns up into pout but, as usual, there’s mischief behind his eyes.
“You’re so dumb...” You laugh at his antics but, you don’t fight him, setting your drink down before wading over to him. Jin joins you in your laughter as he sinks down further into the water to encourage you to wrap your legs around him.
“Mm thank you... “ He murmurs happily, grinning as you settle into his grip.
You're grateful that the water provides such buoyancy that you’re both essentially weightless because, it allows you to wrap yourself around your boyfriend without fear of him dropping you.
Which he has definitely done before.
“Hi....” You hum as he wades around the shallow end of the pool, his face lit up with pure contentment.  
“Hi...” He responds, pecking at your lips over and over, playfully nibbling on your bottom lip. The giggles that initially leave your mouth eventually fade as your boyfriend’s sinfully plump lips start kissing into you deeper and deeper.  
Jin leans against the side of the pool wall, big hands motioning for you to wrap your legs around his waist, the slow kiss continuing all the while.
He was the only man you had ever been with but, you couldn’t imagine things getting any better than this. Even after years together, Jin knows exactly how to get your heart sputtering in your chest.  
As he explores the skin of your back, his gentle but assured touch sends shivers down your spine, causing you to kiss at him with more fervor. Your tongue slips in with his, sliding slowly against it, causing him to groan gently into your mouth. 
You considered yourself the luckiest person in the observable universe that you had somehow managed to score the man of the century but, there was something rather annoying nibbling at the back of your mind.
“...it wasn’t the first time I got head though...”
That singular, stupid, insignificant little comment that was uttered nearly a half an hour ago was stirring something inside of you.
It was unsettling and wholly unfamiliar because, you considered yourself to be a fairly relaxed person and, you had been in a committed relationship with a very loyal and amazing man.
A man, who was currently placing delicate kisses into the crook of your neck. A man, who could, in the same hour, make you laugh and cum so hard that you cried.
Your man.
He was yours.
“Jin...” You whispered, feeling slightly delusional as he began sucking on the sensitive spot behind your ear.
“Yeah?” His voice, low and slightly shaky sent jolts of arousal straight to your pussy, your hand beginning to tug him towards the steps.
“I want you in my mouth...”
Jin chokes on a cough as you slide your hand down the length of his torso, softly gripping his swollen length through his swim trunks.
“W...what?” He whispers, heart thrumming in his chest.
“I want you in my mouth...please? Can I?” You turn up the filth factor in your tone, nibbling on his ear, a weakness of his, as you coax him into your hand.
“Jesus...” He groans as you squeeze over him, just a little tighter, his length swelling as you do.  
“Please?” You whisper again, nuzzling against him, the swarm of desperation being brought on by uncharacteristic envy.
“You know you don’t have to beg...give my girl what she wants don’t I? If she wants dick in her mouth than, that’s exactly what’s she’s going to get.”
The timbre in his voice drives you crazy and, the next thing you know, he’s got you both on the steps. 
You bite your lip, admiring his toned body softly illuminated by the blue light of the pool, his black hair pushed back haphazardly...he notices your admiration and, he smirks, because he fucking loves it.
“You gonna get what you were begging for?” He challenges, brows rising as he moves to untie his board shorts, the tanned skin of his hardened length peeking out of the top of them.
You nod, eyes likely blown out completely with lust and determination.
Crawling over to him, you settle onto the second step, leaving some of your body submerged into the water. You brush your lips along his neck, before moving to place kisses over his collarbones, sucking lightly as you make your way down his body.  
Jin’s breathing grows slightly in intensity as you reach the hem of his trunks. You waste no time in easing them down his legs, letting his dick settle hastily against his stomach.
Looking up at him one last time, you return his smirk, licking over your lips as you take him into your hand, “I’m wanna make you cum...really hard.”
He chuckles darkly, thumb coming out to brush over your swollen lips,  
“You better get started then...”
That was all you needed.
You lean down, taking him into your mouth, your hand coming up to accompany the motions as you sucked on him. He groans deep in his chest, looking away momentarily because, the image of you between his legs is something he has never managed to get used to. You use your tongue to lick gently around the tip of him before your free hand comes up to cup his balls.
Sucking Jin’s dick was no easy feat as he boasts a jaw-aching 9 inches when he’s fully hard but, after 7 years together, you like to think you’ve perfected the art.
Jin seems to agree with you...
“Oh shit...you’re so good down there jagiya...you know that? Suck my dick so good...” He mutters the last bit through his teeth, his hips lifting with the motions of your mouth which were increasing with speed.
You squeeze him gently, your mouth and opposite hand squeezing and sucking him into a frenzy. He could feel it in his toes, his spine, he was overwhelmed. Jin couldn’t understand how you were so perfect at it, every damn time, willing him into shivering mess with just your mouth.
“Jagi....Y/N...” He moans deep in his chest going cross eyed momentarily as you begin to focus your lips on his swollen, sensitive tip. “How the fuck am I so close huh? You think after all this time...I’d be able to last in your mouth but, fuck....fuck me.”
His whine cuts off the rest of his sentence, his eyes squeezing shut as you take him down your throat, your hand still caressing and massaging his balls.
You were soaked, you could feel it.
Jin’s dick did that to you, in absolutely every context.
“I’m...fuck...you’re gonna make me cum jagi...I’m gonna cum so hard for you, just like you want huh? Gonna let me cum in your throat?” He growls desperately, hands tightening their grip in your hair as his toes begin to curl.  
You nod eagerly, sucking him faster, moaning in your throat so he can benefit from the vibrations.
“Swallow for me...swallow it please...”
His last request is honored, it always is. He cums so hard it fucks with his vision, his hips permanently pushed up for the time being as he empties himself into your mouth, panting your name as he does. You take everything he gives you but, you wait for a moment, tapping his thigh as he starts to come down.
Jin forces his eyes open, his vision still not a 100% but, he can see you between his legs, with your mouth open, tongue full of his cum.
You’re showing off for him and, make an emphasized sound as you swallow the entirety of him down.
That’s too much for him...
He grabs you then, bringing you up to his lips, kissing you sloppily, “God, I really love you.” He chuckles in disbelief, his brain too hazy to ask questions.
“I love you too...” You giggle into his mouth, still breathless as you push a hand through his hair.
It was silent for a moment as the two of you continue to kiss slowly at one another.
“Hey...” He mumbles against your mouth, a knowing smirk forming on his lips, “...that wasn’t brought on by what I told you earlier right?”
No, uh, not at all.
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notalwaysthevillian · 4 years
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Parent Trapped
Warnings: Food mention, anxiety
Pairings: Eventual Romantic Remile, platonic LAMP
Word Count: ~1.7k
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Chapter 8: Auditions
A few weeks passed, and it was the week of auditions. Logan had eagerly joined the astronomy club, making a few other friends. Patton had joined the cooking club, becoming a favorite of Mrs. Calypso with ease. She’d given him a recipe to try at home, with permission from his father, of course.
Which lead him to now. He was working on mixing his ingredients in a bowl, listening to Roman do his monologue.
“If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” Roman finished, before doing a little bow. “How was that?”
“That was amazing, Ro!” Patton squealed, putting the mixing bowl down and running over to hug him. “You’re definitely going to get a part!”
“Yeah, not bad, Roman.” Virgil said as he walked in from the entryway.
Roman whirled around. “When did you get here?”
“Just now. I heard the last bit.” Grabbing his water bottle, Virgil chugged a good portion of it. When it was empty, he unscrewed the cap and put it in the sink. “Pat’s right, there’s no way they won’t give you a part.”
“I’m glad you guys think so.”
The twins turned toward him in sync. Patton was the first to break the short silence. “Do you not think you’ll get a part?”
“I know I want a part, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll get one.” Roman’s shoulders were starting to droop. “What if there’s enough people better than me? I know there’s a ton of leads in the cast, but that doesn’t guarantee me a part, you know? And if I do get a lead, there might be some seniors that get mad that they didn’t get a part.”
Virgil sat on the stool next to him. “Roman, you’ve never cared what people think of you. Why start now?”
“What?”
“You’re one of the most outgoing people I’ve met in my entire life.” Virgil explained, turning to fully face him. “I’m a little jealous that you’re brave enough to just go for things, no matter what the outcome might be. You were in the play and did amazing. I’m sure Mx. Stokes and Principal Sanders are going to remember that. Just go up there and do your best.”
Glancing up, Virgil caught his dad hovering in the doorway. Emile smiled and gave Virgil a thumbs up before heading down the hall and out of sight.
“Can I hug you?” Roman asked, already halfway off the stool.
With a sigh, Virgil opened up his arms, hugging Roman back with force.
“Thank you.” Roman said once they pulled apart from each other. “Now go take a shower, you smell.”
The temptation to show Roman a choice finger was there, but Virgil caught the look Patton was giving him from across the island. Instead, he lightly stepped on Roman’s toes as he left the room, not bothering to hide his laughter when he heard Roman’s dramatics from down the hall.
Once the day of auditions rolled around, Roman was exceptionally nervous.
“It’s normal to be nervous for something like this.” Virgil said as they ate lunch. “Just let the nerves melt away when you get onstage and you’ll be good.”
“What if they don’t melt away?”
Virgil whacked him with his fruit by the foot. “Stop being so anxious, that’s my role in this friend group.”
When Roman started laughing, they were all relieved to see some of the tension melt from him.
Once the final bell had rung, Virgil headed to track practice. Auditions weren’t until four, which gave some of the students time to head home and eat if they needed to.
“Coach Leo?” He asked as he walked onto the track.
The coach looked up from his clipboard with a smile. “Virgil! How is my track star?”
Virgil flushed at the nickname. “Alright. Um, there’s auditions today and I was hoping to go for moral support.”
Coach Leo nodded. “No worries. We’re having a short practice today, with plenty of time for you guys to hit the showers before auditions. There’s plenty of kids here that do track and act, so we do our best to work the schedules out.”
“Oh, that’s awesome! Thanks.”
Once practice was over, and they had info about their first meet that weekend, the team headed for the locker room.
Virgil quickly realized he hadn’t showered in here yet, and he really didn’t want to. But if he didn’t shower, he risked smelling awful during auditions.
“Hey, V!” Ted’s voice cut through his thoughts. “I’m heading home to shower quickly and then coming back to watch Tanya’s audition. Need a ride?”
Thanking his lucky stars, Virgil nodded. “Yes, please.”
The two of them beelined for the front of the school, knowing they only had half an hour to be back before auditions started.
Mrs. Task was waiting in her van, a bit surprised when Virgil climbed in after Ted. “Oh! Virgil, good to see you.”
“Is it alright if Virgil rides with us?”
“Oh, of course!” Mrs. Task said, pulling out of the parking spot. Glancing up, she met Virgil’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “Honey, anytime you need a ride, just find one of the triplets. It’s no trouble in the slightest.”
“Thank you.” Virgil picked at his backpack. “I haven’t showered there yet and I won’t if I can help it.”
Ted nodded, pulling a granola bar out of a side pocket and munching down. “Dude, I feel you. I’m not going to be the victim of a towel whipping.”
Soon enough, Mrs. Task pulled into her driveway. Virgil raced across the grass, giving a thumbs up as Ted said they’d be leaving in twenty minutes.
By four o’clock, he was entering the auditorium with Ted. Patton waved from where he and Logan were seated.
“Did you want to sit with us?” Virgil asked, waving in the direction of his brother.
Ted shook his head. “Nah. Thanks though.”
He headed off to find his own friends. Virgil took his seat next to Patton, jumping slightly when the lights were lowered and raised.
“Alright, we’ll be starting auditions here in two minutes.” Mx. Stokes said, a microphone easily carrying their voice across the buzzing auditorium. “First up is going to be Tanya Task.”
“Hell yeah!” Came Ted’s cry, earning a giggle through the audience.
Tanya was more than happy to go first. Once she got the signal from Principal Sanders, she launched into it. Patton gasped when he realized it was the speech from the end of Legally Blonde.
A few more people went, some doing well and others not. Roman was one of the last few people to go.
When he reached center stage, he glanced over at his friends. Virgil could see how nervous he was. Patton and Logan each gave him a thumbs up, but Virgil let out a loud whoop. Ted echoed it back from the other side and soon the audience was cheering.
With a huge smile on his face, Roman went through his monologue. He captivated the audience, the rise and fall of his voice perfectly matching the tone of the words.
As soon as he’d finished, there was an uproarious applause. Beaming, Roman gave a small bow and headed to his friends to watch the final few auditions.
After the final person finished, Mx. Stokes flicked the microphone on again. “We have a very talented bunch for this musical. Give yourselves a hand!”
Once the applause died down, they continued. “Thomas and I have our work cut out for us. We’ll take the weekend to go over your auditions and post the cast list on Monday before school. Thank you and have a great weekend!”
People started filing out of the auditorium, heading outside to get picked up by their parents.
Ding!
All four of their phones went off at the same time.
“Dad’s wondering if we can ask the Tasks for a ride home.” Patton read off the screen, squinting through his glasses. “He has a late client.”
“Our dad said to either walk or find a ride.”
Across town, Remy slipped his phone back into his pocket. He’d been meaning to give his sons a ride home, but it was taking him longer at the library than he’d expected.
Looking at the slip of paper in his hand, he headed to the 520s.
“Oh shit.” He mumbled, realizing there were a lot more books on astronomy than he’d thought.
Knowing he could only check out a limited number of books due to his lateness in the past, he grabbed the first four he saw and headed toward the front desk.
“Remy?” 
Emile Picani stood in the front area of the library, looking at the stack of books in his arms. “Do you need some help with those?”
“I guess I could use some help.”
Emile took the top two books off the stack, following Remy to the check out desk. The librarian took their books.
“Library card?”
Remy handed it over. “What are you doing here?”
“I had a late client, and then I decided to stop by and grab the boys and myself a few books. It’s supposed to storm all day on Sunday so I figured we could turn on the fireplace and read.”
“Sir? You have fines on this card.” The librarian said, holding it in the air. “I’m afraid I can’t allow you to check anything out until they’re paid.”
Remy sighed. “How much?”
“It totals to $30.43.”
“Crap.” Remy pulled out his wallet, finding no cash. “You can just put those back then, I’ll pay off the fines and come back for those later.”
“Are those astronomy books?” Emile asked, picking one of them up.
“Yeah, I was hoping to understand at least some of what Logan talks to me about.” Remy slid his wallet back in his pocket, grabbing his keys instead. “Roman’s been over at your place most of the time, so Logan doesn’t have anyone to talk to except for me.”
The sad look on Remy’s face tugged at Emile’s heartstrings. Before he could think he had his wallet out, handing two twenties over to the receptionist. “I’ll pay the fines.”
“Emile -”
“You’re just trying to understand your son. That’s admirable.” The librarian handed the change back to Emile, who put it away. “You can just pay me back later. Deal?”
“Deal.”
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