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jaeminscoffee · 4 years

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Let me in. (m.)

Pairing- Lee Donghyuck x reader

Genre- Fluff, Smut, tiny bit of angst..?

Word count- 6.03k (ily I'm sorry oof)

Warning- sexual themes suggested, written horribly, slight corruption kink, bestfriend!haechan, slight possessiveness , fingering, praise kink, friends to lovers trope, cliché af. Also definitely not proof read.

Summary- When you let him in, paradise unfolded is an understatement.

(literally the first time i wrote based of a song and it was a really challenging but! fun experience so thank you for requesting this! This also gave me an idea of closing off my previous prompt as starting a song prompt..? )

➳ listen to Ooh La La La by Exo.

When i turn my head

My eyes meet yours

Once again I'm staring at you

That smile is a bit too much for me

It's hard being friends with a girl, so beautiful, so generous and giving and still not having her all for yourself. Or so was how Haechan felt.

You were so close to him, yet so far. You always looked out for him as though he was your top priority, and that boosted his ego. You were his, to an extent. It's when Haechan thought it'd be the best to have you come over to the party his frat's throwing, wanting you to loosen up a little, he couldn't hold himself back.

After the last bell to class rang, Haechan immediately started packing his bag, remembering Mark, his other half as you exclaimed had warned him not to be even a second late, saying something along the lines of 'apparently Johnny won't DJ for us unless we actually give him something materialistic' or something.

You watch with a wide smile, your best friend frantically reaching out under his desk to get out all books only to shove them carelessly into his bag,

"Calm down, Hyuck. You still have 2 hours to reach there and the frat house' barely half an hour away" Haechan let out a curse having dropped around 3 of his books alongside that one pen he carries around, he turned towards you with his eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing you smile wide at him, laughing even at his misery weirdly had his heart skipping beats. It was a normality now to him. It wouldn't take a genius to guess he's whipped for you, everyone, other than you apparently knew about that.

Filled with an ease leaving me to burn

I can't breathe when i see your eye smile

It's like you know that's your charm

"Hey don't smile at me like that! What type of a friend are you even?" Haechan exclaimed dramatically, completely ignoring how his heart had started beating just a little faster, breathing growing just a little frantic, face heating up just a little.

"What?? I'm not supposed to smile now?" you ask with the same exaggeration, lifting your hands up to hit him softly when he got a hold of your hand, pulling you in for a hug,

"Don't ditch me at the party, I'll be waiting, love you bye!" he said it all in one breath, patting your back, placing a peck on your forehead before leaning down and picking up his bag before dashing out of the door.

You stood there still, bringing your palms up to your cheeks to calm the heat down.

It's the thoughts or prejudice that you had that friends are supposed to stay friends that had you constraining your feelings for the lad. You'd be an idiot to have a whole package of what a good, ideal man is supposed to be like right beside you but still not fall for him. That's impossible even, worse than mission impossible.

"Love you too.." you say out low, mostly to yourself as you give yourself a second to calm down before moving forward to pack your own things up, leaving the classroom as soon as you're done to go set things up before the 'party' tonight.

It didn't take long for you to decide what to wear. Simple, a skirt and a blouse. They were your usual fit anyway and you didn't like all those jazzy, flashing, revealing clothes people usually wear to parties. A pleated white skirt that fell mid thigh, a black and white striped long sleeve turtleneck shirt which you paired with a silver butterfly pendant, ending it with black suede boots.

Sandra, your neighbor ergo a close acquaintance of yours, offered you a ride to the venue, having her boyfriend DJ there. She informed you how she'd be one of the ones to serve the drinks, adorning a shocked expression when you told her you don't drink.

"Friend's with Lee Haechan yet you don't drink? No way" the elder exclaimed, you let out a laugh, remembering the last time the said boy had forced a drink down your throat, an action he regrets till date. "He might be a heavy drinker, i think the max i can handle is either a glass of wine or a bottle of breezer, nothing more and nothing less"

You arrive at the frat house relatively faster than usual, thanks to Sandra's amazing driving skills, but you were immediately abandoned as she spotted her boyfriend, Johnny, in the yet to fill room. No doubts you had arrived early as the boys that you recognize as Felix, Han, Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, Yangyang, Mark, San, and three others you didn't know quite well off, were arranging the red party cups and bottles on the kitchen counter.

You scan your eyes all around the room to locate your possible crush, well, best friend in the crowd. Eyes landing at the figure leaning against the wall towards the stairs as he spoke to Hyunjin, a white tee tucked into his usual black knee slit skinny jeans topped with a blue checkered oversized t-shirt which was left unbuttoned made him look absolutely breathtaking. Not to mention, his hair was gelled back, with only a few strands let loose to hover over his forehead. Godly. The only word that could describe him.

Maybe you might've stood there looking at him for way too long, potentially drooling even because he should've felt your intense gaze upon himself, as he turned his head away from the long haired boy, looking all over the place mimicking your actions from before to spot the gaze, landing upon you.

Haechan physically shudders, how could one look that flawless? He pats his friend on the shoulder, making his way around him with slow strides towards you. It's hard to keep his feelings intact when you look like that, that ethereal, and his hands to himself. That's a catch. He loved seeing you in your plaid skirts. But he hated that it's not just him who gets to see you like that. Haechan wanted you to dress up for him. Look pretty for him. Be pure for him. Be his. And maybe, just maybe, tonight he'd have enough courage to ask you out.

Your eyes are whispering to me

It's like they're asking me to approach.

Intoxicated by his looks, being able to see no one but him, you make your way towards him too, replacing the fangirling face with a smile that he adored oh so much.

"Hyuck! Hey!" you walk faster stepping out of your daze, pulling him into a hug, before hitting his shoulders slightly, "Next time, learn to pick up your phone" you exclaim, pulling away not too far, having his hands rest on top of your hips as you look into his eyes. Haechan mumbled something incoherent under his breath, shaking his head subtly. "sorry sorry, my phone was in the other room and pretty sure you called me when we were checking the music systems"

"you're lucky Sandra lives like, right next door. I was actually planning on ditching the party and just binge watch the office" you playfully nag at him, hitting his shoulder this time. You push yourself away from him, involuntarily, wanting to cherish his warmth a little longer, but that'd be sketchy.

"Anyways! How do I look?" you wriggle your eyebrows before doing a twirl, which had your skirt slightly lift up a bit, Haechan visibly gulps, stopping you with your hand, "ugly as usual" he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Seeing your face dim down a bit, he lets out a chuckle, "do you really need me to tell you that you're beautiful, doll?" he pulled you in again, lifting his head up when he heard sounds of gagging, a sign of disgust from somewhere around the pair of you.

" 'do you really need me to tell you that you're beautiful, doll?' oh cut it out you filth." exclaimed a voice in a distorted manner behind you. You turn around to face a senior of yours, a close friend. "Mark!" you extend your hand out to do your infamous handshake, that lasts at least for over 15 seconds that had Haechan roll his eyes.

"says the filthiest himself" he let out, making you snort in a not so attractive way. "Hey, at least i'm not the one flirting with my best friend here" Mark pointed out, fingers wrapped around the party cup with god knows what drink. "you flirt with anything breathing" you add, laughing as he sends a wink your way.

"You look stunning, Y/n" "Now who's flirting huh?" Haechan said, suddenly all up his guard. "woaw, not flirting because someone would whoop my ass later, but stating facts is all i did" Mark smirked, turning back as someone screamed out his name, "well I'll catch up later, gotta blast! Byeee!" he let out hurriedly, making his way towards the back of the house.

"I'll go get us some drinks, cranberry? Or lemon?" he asked, knowing the obvious answer. "Cranberry, duh" you reply with sass to which he let out a loud laugh.

"You got it"

Maybe you believed that it's time you break your own limits, or maybe you just wanted to seem cool to Donghyuck. Whatever the reason was had you drink more than what your tolerance allowed you to. You felt euphoric and sick at the same time. You weren't completely gone just yet, you were still sober, surprisingly. The actual surprise is that Haechan, the usually 'I'll end all drinkers carrier' type of guy, stopped at just a bottle of beer.

Reaching out to the glass Renjun held out towards you as an offer, you felt your hands being swatted away, making you flinch slightly.

"That's enough drinks for her tonight" he said, shoving his friends hand away slightly as you whined. "i can handle a drink more" you reply, reaching out again, "no you can't, and no you won't" he insisted, raising his eyebrows at you in a challenging way, wanting to see if you'll oppose him.

It might've been the intoxicating liquid in your system at the moment, but staring back at Haechan had the bottom of your stomach churning. You look away with the same speed you initiated the eye contact with.

"You're not my dad.." you mumble, puckering your lips into a small pout as you hear his friends laugh at your slight quarrel.

"but i am your boy- best friend. And for a fact, i know you'll fall unconscious if you take another drink" Jaemin starts hooting slowly at Haechan's slight slip up.

"Tsk, whatever" you reply, rebelling against him and taking the bottle out of Renjun's hand as he stared at you, amusement clearly evident on his face.

"Feisty. I like how you don't listen to hyuck, maybe we should be best friends" he let out, holding out his fist to fist bump yours, which you do, sticking your tongue out at your best friend.

"Okay! Let's play, put a finger down if you have!" Yangyang suggested, eyes scanning all your faces to see if anyone's not feeling the game today. Seeing everyone do nothing but nod, he starts dictating, asking them to put up five fingers. The first person to lose out apparently has to either take shots or confess their deepest secrets.

The first rounds went well, easy questions which made you feel bored, slight headache striking in, making you rest your head on Haechan's shoulder. Sensing weight on his shoulder, he turned his head towards the side, looking at you with concern, a glint of 'I told you' shining through the orbs.

"tell me off later, my head hurts real bad" you mumble, soft enough for only him to hear before he could nag at you. Saying nothing else other than shifting closer to you for you to get comfortable he said, "Just sleep, I'll take you home".

The moment you close your eyes after his words, you hear Jeno blurt out the next question, it being his turn to do so.

"put a finger down if you've ever been head over heels for your best friend", His other friends chuckle, while Jeno smirked at Haechan, too tired to open your eyes to see who put a finger down, you fail to notice Haechan put a finger down, looking down at you all worn out on his shoulder, his circle feigning disgust.

The game was probably long done, the party might've also ended, you must've fallen asleep because the next time you open your eyes, you find yourself in your best friend's bedroom, still feeling tired. Looking outside the window, seeing it's still dark outside, you turn to the side, flinching just a bit when you find Haechan at the side of the bed, arms folded over the sheets as he rests his head on top of it. It must've been uncomfortable kneeling on the floor for that long.

You take the chance to look at him properly, well, better than the past god knows how many years into your friendship. You take your time to roam your eyes all over his facials. Gawking at the moles adorning his tanned skin, lifting your fingers up to feather over them. Your hands then move to the scars at each corner of his eyebrows, chuckling as you remember how he got them.

You brush his dishevelled hair out of his face, the action making Haechan stir in his slumber which had you stop your moments completely. Running your fingers through his hair one last time, about to pull your hands away from him to not wake him up you feel his hands grip your wrist, holding it in place.

You yelp, not expecting him to be awake, "why did you stop? I was about to fall asleep" he whines out, getting up from the floor, standing to his full height which makes you shift, leaning your back against the headboard to look at him more comfortably.

"Did you carry me up here?" you asked, voice a little hoarse as the alcohols after effects had your throat burn. "Nope, you just zapped here. Of course I carried you" he replied, masking his flustered look at how you looked, face glowing, eyes hazed and on bed. His bed.

"Does it hurt for you to reply normally for once..?" you open your eyes a little wider in genuine curiosity

Oh la la la, please allow me

Oh la la la, into your imagination

I'll go right in, so let me in

I'll dance in your eyes

Oh la la la, the moment our gazes meet.

Replying is hard, keeping his eyes away from your lips is hard, to stop himself from slowly leaning forward was hard too. You're killing him. The alcohol in his system did nothing more than fuel his desires for you.

It's weird, how one moment, you're whining at your best friend being a sarcastic hoe to how your breath gets caught in your lungs the next moment at the sight of your crush leaning closer to you.

It's weird how all those thoughts of, 'friends should stay friends' were thrown right out of the window when he was now, just inches away from you, noses grazing each other.

The proximity was that where you could feel his breath fanning your lips. Now that's weird too, weren't you just having a normal conversation?

Haechan snaps out of it, you're probably drunk. He pulls away just as you close your eyes, ready to bask in the feeling of his lips against yours.

"I can't.. You'll forget all this by tomorrow, I'll wake you up before class, have some rest." He said, avoiding eye contact as you felt a pang of disappointment hit you.

That night, all Haechan could think of was your slightly parted lips, eyes fixated on your lips and your slow, shallow, small breath.

You've never felt awkward around Haechan, neither do you want to feel awkward around him, but each time you see him, all you're reminded of is how close you were to change your friendship into something else.

On the other hand, Haechan wanted to hit himself for cowering out once again. He was so close to finally making you his. But now all he's left with is a sexual tension so thick that could be cut by a knife. He wanted you. He craved you.

It only started working him up more the day you called him over to your studio apartment for a movie night, ignoring all past events over the week. Them being, Haechan becoming a much touchy friend. He's always been a physical affection shower either ways.

Haechan complied, arriving at your place with a large bag of Doritos. Greeting you with a huge smile, ignoring the fast beating of his heart when you reciprocate the same expression.

"Heyyy! Missed me? I know! I missed me too" Haechan said, making his way around you quickly to hide the crimson that took place on his cheeks, not wanting you to see it.

"I did" you say quietly, closing the door as Haechan made himself comfortable on your couch, having set the chip packet in the kitchen counter.

He mentally took a note of your outfit, plain black shorts that were a little too short for the sake of his heart not falling right out, and a white shirt, a crop top, to be precise.

"It's your turn to choose the movie" you say, making your way towards the other side of the couch. "Monsters inc?" he answers as you whine, having already regret the choice of giving him the liberty.

"Hyuck we watched that movie about like, 5 times, when will you get over it?" you ask

"Never so stop whining and watch the movie with me." he replied with the sass you were oh so familiar with, making you roll your eyes.

Ah, it's going to be a long night.

You were lost in your own thoughts, not paying attention to the movie much as you remember the night at the frat house. It's impossible to get Lee Haechan out of your mind. It's impossible because you know he has his eyes on you right now. Looking at you, oblivious to the fact that you knew of his gaze.

"Hyuck.. " you call him out, turning to face him from your side of the couch. Haechan looks away momentarily, flustered as you caught him stare at you. He hums in response, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen.

"About that night in your room" you start, turning completely, your body facing him as you sit criss cross. Haechan visibly tenses up, thinking you're about to tell him off for crossing the line, "Y/n, about that, i'm- i'm sor-"

"Do you like me?"

Right now, in this moment, the space between us

Is filled with this strong trembling

Becoming a rhythm and drawing me in

Let your body move to it however you'd like.

Haechan was caught off guard by your question, blinking, once, twice, even shaking his head to see if he's imagining things, "Huh?" he asked just for confirmation.

"Do you like me..?" you repeated, slower, heart racing in anticipation as you lean forward a bit, waiting for his reply.

"What are you going to do if I say.. Yes?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he leaned forward a little too. You had the strong urge to want to lean back from the proximity, feeling blood rush up to your cheeks but you stood your ground, wanting to do this right here. Right now.

"Then I'll continue what we almost started" you exclaim, the smile he loves so much finding its way onto your face.

"Will you? Really?" he asked, scooting closer to you, something about his eyes switching gazes when you lean further, making your shirt come down a bit. You nod, that's when he pulls you forward by your arms, making you let out a sound of surprise as you crash onto his side, looking at him with your eyes widened.

"Then yes." he whispered after leaning close to your ears, you feel yourself growing hot each passing second. The position is extremely intimate. You pull away to look into his eyes, to spot any signs of all this being nothing more than just a joke. You lose it when he looks at you with a strong gaze, eyebrows slightly raised, lips drawn into a small smile, immediately pressing yours onto his after staring it for way too long.

His hands found their way around your waist, tugging at you slowly, gesturing you to get onto his lap.

An odd smile that doesn't let on

Seeing through the curiosity driving me on

And sending a sign

You oblige, as your lips move in unison, Haechan shifted in his seat to a better position, man spreading to let you sit better on his lap all while still not letting go of your lips.

His hands find their way under your crop top, letting his arms wander the bare skin of your back, his cold touch in contrast to your warm body making you gasp. Haechan takes the opportunity of your parted lips to enter your mouth, tongue pressing against yours making you whine.

You pull away only when you feel your lungs practically begging for a puff of air even, tugging softly at his slightly grown hair, letting out an airy giggle at the sight of your lip color smeared at the corner of his lips.

"That was way better than all I've imagined it to be" Haechan smiled at you, pressing his forehead against yours, pulling you closer by the hips. You look away from his gaze, "you've imagined kissing me?" you ask softly, playing with the charm hanging off his neck.

"way too many times to keep a count" he replied, placing another peck on your lips, pulling away immediately, laughing as you subconsciously follow his lips.

He finally let's you press onto his lips once again, groaning as your teeth clash from how fast you were at finding his lips. You whimper when his hands squeeze at your sides.

You jerk forward, testing the waters as you move your lips from his lips, to his neck, peppering the skin with kisses, giving extra attention to those moles you adored that were scrawled all over his skin, occasionally nibbling at the spot you left a wet trail at.

It's like you're telling me to open the door

To your slightly open heart and come right in

Please allow me

Into your imagination

I'll go right in, so let me in

I'll dance in your eyes

The moment our gazes meet.

He sighs in content at the feeling of your plush lips pressed against his skin, "I won't be able to control myself if you keep going, doll" you continue your ministration. Then don't" you say, trying to sound as sultry as possible. Having waited so long to have Donghyuck as more than just friends had you desperate for any sort of contact from his side.

You could sense his slight hesitation, maybe he didn't want to rush things, maybe he just couldn't get himself to do it, or maybe, he was just nervous.

Should I really try making a move now?

What should be the first thing I say?

The moment I hesitate, thinking it over

You get up and walk away.

You stand up, from his lap, looking at his eyes, nodding so softly that he'd miss it if he'd blink as you make your way towards your bedroom, smiling. You tug at your shirt, slowly, above your head, not daring to turn to look back at Donghyuck's reaction, a triumphant look washing over your facial as you hear him growl with that honey voice of his.

He must've stared at your back a little too long, seeing your hair cover the top half of your torso as you turned towards your bedroom, looking at him one last time before entering the room which was illuminated with just your fairy lights.

Even as I look at your bold back from far away

Your slow pace is telling me to follow

Girl just tell me what you like

It's like you're telling me to hurry

"she'll be the death of me.. " he ruffled his hair, before getting up to walk down the same pathway as you.

Walking into your bedroom, Haechan was more than sure that the sight before him was the most ethereal sight he'd seen his entire life.

You sat by the foot of the bed, adorned in only your black lace bra, the black shorts, and your hair left open in all glory. He swallows the lump forming in his throat, mood switching so fast because the boy you walked away from, Lee Haechan, the one hesitant to take it this far, was now replaced with the Lee Haechan, walking towards you with long, confident strides.

As he comes to stand in front of you, he bends down, snaking one of his arms around your waist, pulling you up and close to his body.

"tell me, have you been dreaming about me just the way I've dreamt about you?" he leans closer to the nape of your neck, running the tip of his nose along the unexpectedly sensitive skin up to your ears, nibbling at the earlobe.

"Have you waited for all this just as much as i have? Tell me, princess" he rasps out as you place your hands gently by the belt loop of his jeans.

Please allow me

Into your reality

Not trusting your voice, you nod, wanting to feel his lips against yours once again but Haechan held onto you with a firm grip,

"Tell me, baby. Words, those are the keys. Use your words" He moved from nibbling onto your earlobe to marking territory onto your skin that had you jerking forward, further into his body.

I'll approach you, so hold onto me

Tell me that you were waiting

The moment i reached you

You huff out, opening your mouth the exact moment he took hold of your chin with a gentle grip, looking at your orbs with so much expectation, so much adoration, so much love, so much lust.

"I've waited a long time too." you start

"I waited for so long; the day in your room, during that night, I was so happy when you approached me, but then you pulled away. You made me wait enough Hyuck, please let me feel you now? I want you. No. I need you"

You didn't pay attention to his heaving chest, or how his eyes were turning into a whole darker shade of ebony, instead, stood on your tip toe and engulfed his slightly puffy lips with yours.

Haechan didn't deny the kiss, dying to take you quick there itself when the first sentence left your lip, but he wanted to take it slow, he wanted to show you how much he's waited for this too. How much he likes you and he wanted to make sure you felt it from each action of his.

He urged you to move backwards, closer towards the edge of the bed, not breaking the kiss even for a second, his hands securing around your waist as he slowly bends down to place you on the quilt.

His hands make their way back, fiddling with the hook of your bra as he breaks the kiss with one last peck at the corner of your lips. "i need you too, doll. I need you just as much as you need me, maybe even twice as much" he mumbles against the soft skin of your collarbone, tapping at your back with the tip of his finger once he had the hooks undone to pull the material away from your body.

Shyness suddenly overpowers all lust, you bring up an arm to cover your now exposed breast while Haechan is busy throwing your clothing behind him.

Turning around, facing you, he smiles at you, gently prying your hand away from your chest leaving your torso bare naked in front of him which had you shut your eyes with embarrassment.

"Look at me, baby." Donghyuck urges you.

You give yourself a second, inhaling sharp as you flutter your eyes open, looking straight into his eyes. "You have no reason to hide yourself from me" he pulls away after placing a peck in the valley of your chest. He tugs at the edge of his hoodie, pulling it over his head before discarding it behind.

"Here. Now we both are half naked" he smiles at you as you mirror his expression.

Donghyuck wasn't all that built, he wasn't not built either. Ever since Renjun started forcefully dragging Haechan to the gym, he'd lost that baby stomach that you loved to poke at during class just to annoy him, now replaced with very faint ab lines which, you were sure you'd grow a liking for pretty soon.

You whimper at the feeling of his lips graze over hardened nipples, jolting forward when he lifts hands from above your hips to your neck where he'd previously left his mark, tracing the reddish purple/brownish skin.

He latches his lips onto one nib, swirling his tongue around the hardened muscle, his free hand making its way south, waiting for any signs of protest before dragging the short down, shifting his attention over to the untended nipple.

"beautiful.. " he mumbles against your wet nipple, blowing onto it later, all sensation making you feel ecstatic.

"Hyuck, I need-..need you" you choke out.

"I know, princess. But we need to prepare you a little, hm?" he lets out, voice a few octaves deeper than usual, as he finally tugs your panties down your leg, letting it slide itself onto the floor.

Haechan looks at you, expression blissful from all the attention you're getting. You quickly nod, looking at him giving him a hundred percent access to do you however he likes when you notice his eyes silently ask for consent.

He feathers his thumb over your clit, smiling at how responsive you are to his touches. He slowly starts drawing circles onto the sensitive bud, pressing his lips to the side of your face, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

"Haechan!" you whine out, his words only adding to the pleasure. Experimentally, he moves his finger down to your slit, feeling your slick wetness coat his fingers making him let out a throaty sound of satisfaction.

He did this to you.

That had his ego boost shoot right up the roof. He let the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance, cooing at you while pressing it inside of you. "So wet, baby. All for me?" he questions, slowly moving his wrist back and forth.

You nod frantically, "Hm? Words?" he pushes, slightly picking up the speed.

"All for you, H-haechan. It's.. It's -all for you" you cling onto his forearm, as he coax you closer to your orgasm. "That's right baby, it's all for me" he presses his lips against your cheeks once again.

He adds in another finger when he knows you're close, speeding up even further, curling the digits in you which had your eyes roll back.

Your orgasm washes over you with so much intensity the moment he engulfs your nipple once again. Slowly helping you ride out your orgasm, only removing his fingers from within you when you started to writhe from overstimulation.

"You did so well doll, can you take one more?" he asked sweetly as you calmed down. That's when you realized how selfless he'd been, now looking down at the dent on his jeans which looked a little painful.

You get up after nodding as you watch Haechan unbuckle his belt, removing the jeans along with his boxer, adding it to the pile of clothes behind him, you lean forward, "Your turn" you tell as Haechan's face contorts into confusion.

Finally realizing what you mean, he smiles at you, pulling you into another loving kiss as he runs a hand down your messed up hair. "Maybe another time? I just want to feel you around me now, princess, i can't wait longer"

With that, he made you lay back down, "condom?"

"It's fine, I'm on pills" you rub your hand up and down his hands that were beside you, balancing his body above yours. The thought of going raw inside you made Haechan's member twitch.

He runs his member up and down your wet sex, coating it with your essence before letting the head poke at your entrance as it expands with each inch he enters in, the wetness making it so much easier to enter.

He lets out a groan that sounded so much like a whine, finally having been able to feel your walls perfectly fit around his shaft. He leans down, now balancing himself on his elbows as you finally give him the go ahead sign.

He interlocks your lips with his as he slowly starts moving his hips into yours. "You feel so good for me, doll. Fuck." he rasps out against your lips.

He had to hang onto the last of his rationality to not ram into you, you just felt that good around him, and he felt so good inside of you.

Haechan slowly picks up the pace, now moving a little faster against your hips as you reduce down to a moaning mess, chains of his name leaving your mouth continuously.

"Hyuck, i..I'm close" you moan out, the little sensitivity you'd left from your previous orgasm slightly striking in. Your moans encouraged Haechan to go faster.

Testing the water, he pull moves back completely to a point where only his tip's inside of you, "Yeah?" he questioned while slamming back inside of you, making his tip brush against your soft spot which coaxed you closer to your high.

"Yes-" you whimper, when he finally let go and snapped, desperate to chase his high. The new pace having him constantly hit the pleasure spot.

You start clenching around his member, not wanting to orgasm before him. "Fuck baby, me too. I'm close too"

"Haechan im.. I'm coming-" you let out a long loud moan as you feel yourself being thrown towards your edge, face contorting into that of pure bliss, as the constant clenching helped drag him towards his high.

"Shit, Y/n" he immediately pulled out, feeling his own high wash over his, pumping the wet shaft a few more times before spurting ribbons of his essence all over your lower abdomen. He kept going until he felt himself grow soft in his grip.

He clashes down beside you once wiping his hands down on the sheets which you most definitely have to wash the next day.

"Don't fall asleep on me baby, i want to ask you something" Haechan lets out quickly as he finds you blinking slowly, most probably out of exhaustion.

"I'm not.." you hoarse out.

"I mean it when i say, i like you, Y/n. Heck, i think I'm in love with you" he starts flipping so that his back was on the sheets with you on top of him.

"So.. Will you.. Will you be my-"

"Yes!" you reply fast, suddenly having sparks of energy flow through you.

"you didn't let me complete my question though" he chuckles, pressing a peck onto the crown of your head.

"Yes. I will be your girlfriend!" you make yourself a little clearer this time around. Girlfriend. His.

"That.. Means.. You're mine?" he asks, unsure if he should ask so or not.

You nuzzle further into his chest, tightening your grip around his bare torso.

"I'm yours"

Now i approach you,

You and I have grown closer.

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mimi-cee-hq · 4 years

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Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader

Pairing: Kyoutani x f!Reader

Summary: Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons.

Genre and Tropes: Cute childhood friends fluff!

Words: 2,218

This is for the July HQWN monthly prompt event. I'm using the International Kissing Day prompt.

Author's Notes: This is a match-up story for an anon. Thanks to @kingkags for beta reading the first half of the story. :)

To anon, I don't think I captured your personality very well because I only write PG. loll. I tried to keep the main aspects of your description, so I hope you still like it. >.<

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“I still can’t believe that’s Mad Dog’s girlfriend.”

There were crackles from the meat cooking at the neighbouring table. Y/n lit the barbeque for their own table as she welcomed them. The entire team was curious to see what sort of girl Kyoutani was dating so Yahaba and Watari decided on her family's restaurant when they organized a graduation party for the third years.

Y/n smiled at the boys, “What would you like to order?”

The large bow in her hair bounced as she nodded, taking their orders. After she went through the list she wrote, confirming their preferences, she pushed up her round glasses with her knuckles before she left to process the order.

After Oikawa finished gawking at her, he turned to Kyoutani and asked, “How the heck did you end up with such a sweet and innocent girlfriend?”

Kyoutani, just when he was about to sip his drink, let out a snort instead. They were lucky. If the drink was in his mouth, it would have ended up in their faces.

*****

A tiny young girl stood in front of Kyoutani in the living room of her house. “Kyoutani, this is Y/n,” her mother introduced her to the five-year-old boy.

Y/n gave him a sweet smile and waved at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kyo-chan.” The black bow in her hair slightly shifted as she gave him a small polite nod.

Kyoutani jumped back a couple of feet, clutching his mom’s shirt once he was at her side. He gave a low growl as he glared at her. He had a feeling he should be weary of her.

“Ooo,” Y/n cooed. “Can we keep him?” she asked her mom, giggling.

“What?”

“He’s so cute!” Y/n told her. “He’s like a puppy!”

“He’s not a dog!” Y/n’s mom scolded her.

Kyoutani continued to scowl at Y/n. When his mom left his side, he tensed up, and retreated to the far side of a couch. He gritted his teeth and sat with all fours on a cushion, not allowing his eyes to leave Y/n’s even as their mothers walked out of the room.

Y/n ran to her well-worn toy box and stuck her head in. After she searched through it, she told him, “Look, Kyo-chan!” She held up a bright red leaf. “I have one for you too!” she said, revealing a second one. She continued to share about how she picked them up a few days ago when she marvelled at the trees turning into various shades of reds, yellows, and oranges.

Kyoutani, with his hands still tense, inched closer towards Y/n. Once beside her, he took the leaf from her hand. Staring at the intricate veins on the red leaf, he noted that it was whole and not bent or damaged. His eyes grew as he stared in awe, his scowl finally disappearing and his eyebrows relaxed.

“It’s pretty—,” he started to say. But just as he tilted his head up to look at Y/n, her face was right in front of his. And then she stole a kiss from him.

She giggled.

Kyoutani jumped back, cheeks red and ears flaring. Seeing his reaction, Y/n fell on the floor laughing.

Clenching his teeth, he knew he should have trusted his instincts and shouldn’t have let his guard down. He wouldn’t be tricked again.

“Mommy! Kyo-chan bit me!”

*****

“It’s your turn,” Kyoutani told Y/n with a smirk. He was one pair of cards ahead of her in their game of Go Fish, but she didn't give up yet.

Y/n’s mom was watching the two kids play through the opened sliding door to their backyard. A cool spring breeze would sometimes enter the kitchen as she prepared some kimchi for a future meal. She could see the two sitting on an outdoor mat as they continued taking turns removing a card from the other’s hand.

Now at eight-years-old, Kyoutani would often be at Y/n’s house whenever his parents needed a babysitter. He still didn’t exactly like Y/n, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

At first he wouldn’t even talk to her. He would sit at the couch, cautious of Y/n’s every move, waiting for his parents to come back. But Y/n’s parents were kind to him. They noticed Kyoutani’s discomfort so sometimes her dad would take him out of the house. Some days it would be for ice cream. Other days they’d grab a burger. He even brought Kyoutani to a volleyball game once. But over this past year, Kyoutani finally got along with Y/n - or at least enough to get through a couple of games.

Kyoutani eyed at the two cards in Y/n’s hand, wearing his perpetual scowl. He licked his lips just before he grabbed a card from Y/n. He placed his pair of cards on the mat with a smirk. He won.

“You cheated!” Y/n accused him. Kyoutani rolled his eyes, accustomed with Y/n’s inability to lose. “I demand a rematch!”

“Hmph,” Kyoutani crossed his arms, scowling as he looked away.

Y/n’s mom sighed and shook her head. “When are they finally going to get along,” she commented to herself.

“We do get along!” Y/n told her mom. As if to prove her point, she quickly leaned towards Kyoutani to give him a peck on his cheek.

He flinched and shuffled away from Y/n, grimacing at her gesture. She laughed at his reaction as usual.

“What did I tell you about kissing Kyoutani!” her mom scolded her. “You’re torturing the poor boy!”

“But I only kissed his cheek this time!”

As Y/n continued to argue with her mom, Kyoutani attempted to scratch the cooties off his cheek, unaware of the red hue on his face.

*****

Kyoutani got out of bed after hearing pebbles tapping his bedroom window. He pushed the curtains open to see Y/n below, standing in front of his house. After nearly seven years of knowing her, she still does things that he could never predict. He groaned as he watched her breathe into her palms and rub them together. There was no snow on the ground, yet it was cold enough to see her breath. Y/n wore earmuffs which matched the signature black bow in her hair.

When he let her in, she threw off her scarf and earmuffs, letting out a big yawn before curling up on his living room couch.

“Why are you here when you're so tired?” Kyoutani asked her.

“I stayed up last night to finish up that history project with Kimiko,” she replied, not quite answering his question. “I shouldn’t have paired up with her,” she laughed. “She thought I was smart because I worked hard. But I thought she was smart because she hung out with the smart kids.”

Kyoutani smirked, taking a seat at her feet as she lay on the couch.

“Turns out we both share a brain cell,” she giggled. “Kimiko is fun but she’s too much of a clown. We get so distracted when we’re together. I don't know if we'll get an A." She groaned. "Remind me to never do a project with her again.”

“Never do a project with her again,” Kyoutani plainly told her with a smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes and then jabbed his side with her toes. Kyoutani jerked away from her feet and shoved them away.

Y/n sat up beside him and hugged her legs. She turned to look at him and said, “Don’t you wish we were in the same class so we could study together?”

Kyoutani feigned disgust at the thought.

“Hm?” she prodded as she batted her eyes at him. When she leaned in closer to him, pretending to kiss him, Kyoutani pushed her face away with his whole palm. She pouted, then got up to finally open the paper gift bag she brought with her.

“I have something for you.” She pulled out her notebook, pieces of coloured paper peeking out of the edges. She stood in front of him, revealing the notebook’s cover. Y/n had pasted together a picture of the two of them with the words “Happy 12th birthday” written underneath in her handwriting.

Kyoutani blinked a couple of times, not knowing what to say. His shoulders relaxed, still staring at the scrapbook.

“I know it’s still a few hours until your birthday, but I didn’t want to miss it—”

Kyoutani wrapped his arms around her. He felt her tense up before she started to pat his head.

Kyoutani had a rough day. He heard his teammates talking behind his back again. He didn't care to be their friends, but he at least longed for a team where he felt like he was wanted.

Y/n kissed his hair and hugged his head. Kyoutani sighed, deciding this was enough for now. He could be a lone wolf with volleyball knowing he didn't have to be one with her.

*****

Textbooks, pens and notebooks covered the kitchen table. Y/n dropped her head on her notes, exhausted from studying.

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit,” she told Kyoutani. “Wake me up if I actually fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you just go home?” he replied as he scrunched his brows, still glaring at the words in his textbook.

“Because I'll fail the test tomorrow.”

Kyoutani glanced at Y/n, her necklace catching his eye. Its pendant dangled as she stirred with her eyes still closed.

“Where’s your uniform's bow?”

“I threw it out.”

“What?”

“I know,” she yawned. “But it doesn't match this bow,” she said, pointing to her hair. “And I like this necklace.”

“Whatever.” Kyoutani didn’t bother. He knew the teachers would let her get away with it anyway. Even if they asked about her modification, she would just claim she lost it.

Kyoutani checked his phone. It was July 6, one of the days Y/n used as an excuse to flirt with him. He frowned, knowing that lately, he wasn't the only person she teased.

They entered high school that year. With new faces, students were eager to get to know each other. Some looked to make new friends while others searched for dating potentials. So there was one guy who made a pass on Y/n, and as they got to know each other, Y/n started to tease and flirt with him too.

Whenever Kyoutani saw them together, he shoved the guy aside and took Y/n with him. Y/n would prod him, asking if he was jealous. He denied it every time. He knew she wasn't serious when she flirted. She just liked getting a reaction.

Like with him.

He sighed at his unrequited feelings, pondering the pointlessness of them. It was pathetic. Gazing at Y/n shut eyelids, he wondered if he should put his feelings to rest too.

“I’m awake!” Y/n exclaimed, popping her head up and causing Kyoutani to flinch. He relaxed when she plopped her head back on the table. She turned to Kyoutani, staring at him. Kyoutani blinked a few times, wondering if she was going to say something. She did.

“Kyo-chan, you’re so pretty.”

Kyoutani rolled his eyes, knowing she was in her loopy mode and definitely too sleepy. “You should go home now.”

“Noooo~ I don’t want to.”

He rubbed his head, not knowing what to do with her. “Ugh, just go already,” he complained, grabbing her arm.

“But I want to stay with you,” she replied. He scoffed, shoving her arm back to her, before she continued. “I love you, Kyo-chan.”

Kyoutani choked up a bit. Did she really mean that? He studied her eyes, realizing she was serious. But his doubts still lingered, hesitant to reply.

He went for it. He didn't care anymore. He took this opening, hoping to keep his feelings alive and awake.

So he swooped in to give her a deep kiss, finally releasing the months - no, probably years - of longing for her. And she returned it.

After they broke apart, she commented with a smirk, "Did you remember it was international kissing day?"

"No, I forgot," he lied, going for another kiss.

*****

"I can't believe Yahaba got sick and missed this," whispered Oikawa.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi replied with a smirk. "He was the one who was curious about her the most."

Kyoutani watched Y/n as she came back to their table. She took the seat beside him and snuggled up against him when he placed his arm around her. She puckered her lips, asking for a kiss. Kyoutani gave a snort and rolled his eyes. But upon seeing her frown, he decided to give her a peck anyway.

"Ewww...," Hanamaki teased them.

"PDA! PDA!" Matsukawa chanted.

Kyoutani glared at them while Y/n giggled at his reaction like usual.

*****

Bonus/ Preview

Their team's manager fidgeted at the table, glancing at her wrist after scanning the restaurant. "Kindaichi," she whispered, nudging him. "Where's Kunimi?"

"He said his mom needed him for something."

"Oh," was all that came out of her lips. It seemed like she would have to wait until the new school year to see him again.

*****

Author's Notes:

I hope you liked it. :) I can't believe I was able to make a cute story for Kyoutani. lollll.

Also, their team manager is Y/n from WWYTF SMAU (completed) and Kimiko is Y/n from my Yahaba fic. Now a bunch of my fics are in the same world because I thought it would be fun. lol! (FYI, that wasn't the real reason why Kunimi wasn't there.)

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Matchup request description from anonymous: (For the longest time, I didn't know what to do with this. lol. I'm sorry I took so long to write this.)

Hi ^^ I like your writing and saw you were taking match up requests. I'm a small korean girl under 5ft. I have black wavy hair that is barely above my shoulders but I tie it back half up half down style with a black bow uwu. I also have wispy bangs with a round face and a small nose. I have round circle glasses that fall down cause of my small nose. In my spare time I do art. I usually paint, scrapbook, and edit. If I'm with friends I play card games but I get kinda competitive 💫

💫When I get comfortable with someone I start to become more of myself. In school I work really hard so people assume I'm smart. I also watch my words so people think I'm sweet and innocent. That's the complete opposite with my friends. I tend to flirt with them so I end up saying sexual things. And I won't hesitate to put my friends in pain by speaking uwu. With my 0 braincells I decided I would do anything almost anything for the aesthetic. Breaking dress code is one of them. 💫

Taglist: @dorkyama @the-black-birb @hqprotectionsquad @nagichi-kenma @moonaaluna @muffins-puffins (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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flannels-and-fannypacks · 3 years

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Will They Won’t They | Part 2/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

Words: 7.5k

Summary: Reggie and reader were the best of friends up until middle school where they drifted apart and decided never to speak to each other again. What happens when a shared algebra class and a resulting detention force them to spend and increasing amount of time together. Will it be enough to overcome the mutual hate? Or was the relationship doomed from the start.

WARNINGS: swears & ANGST

A/N: hey babes it’s drea posting :) i hope you enjoy this part as much as mimi and i did writing it! again, if you enjoy our writing, please like, comment, and reblog! and if you want to be updated, dm us to join our taglist! sending my love - drea :)

“Come on, let me take you out! We need to get you a new outfit for the gig coming up,” Rose insisted, dragging you to her car.

“Who said I was coming?” you frowned stubbornly, tugging your arms back but to no avail.

“I did, now let's go,” she strongly urged, pushing you into the backseat while she hopped in the passenger side and Luke hopped in the driver’s seat.

“Rose, he’s coming too! Oh, hell no!” you refused, giving the boy a pointed look.

“Sorry (N/N), I can’t drive this car, it doesn’t have learner’s insurance,” Rose apologized.

“Nice to see you Lady Bunny,” Luke grinned with a wink and you sighed.

“Okay, let’s just get this over with, okay?” you prompted and Luke nodded turning the keys in the ignition.

“Whatever you say bunny, you’re the boss.”

“Would you stop calling me that Patterson, it’s worse than when Reggie calls me Cookie,” you grumbled, your nose scrunching up in disgust.

“Oh lighten up, at least you’ve got some cute nicknames,” Rose chuckled and reached a hand back to hold yours. “We’re gonna have a blast (N/N), just trust me.”

Walking past countless amounts of stores, it seemed as though Rose’s plan to find you something nice to wear was pointless. You and Rose had very different ideas of fashion, ideas that clashed far too much for Rose’s liking.

“There’s no way I’m wearing that!” you exclaimed, eyeing the brightly colored jacket in Rose’s hand.

“It’s so pretty though!” she insisted. “The texture, the color, the price? It’s a bargain, (N/N)!”

You rolled your eyes. “Then you buy it for yourself,” you told her, pulling out a simple knit sweater from the rack.

“You know what, I will,” Rose settled before looking at the sweater in your hand. “Oh you can’t wear that! You’ll look like a grandma who got lost at a rock concert!”

You frowned at your friend, holding the sweater to your chest. “I always wear things like this,” you pointed out, slightly hurt.

Rose tugged the sweater out of your hand and shoved it back into the rack. Luke popped his head up from the other side of the rack. “Yeah, but at a rock gig, you can’t go as your typical self. A poor little bunny like you would never survive a place like that,” he explained with a pout.

“Lord, have mercy,” you grabbed your necklace pendant and kissed it, frowning when you realized you weren’t wearing your normal silver cross.

“Is that like some white person good luck thing you picked up?” she asked suspiciously and you chuckled.

“No, I just thought I was wearing a different necklace. I don't know how I could have mistaken it.”

“What is it?” Rose inquired further, taking the pendant from your hands and looking at the details. “A horseshoe? I didn’t take you for a horse girl.”

“Yeah- no, I’m not… Reggie gave it to me in middle school, he won it at a county fair or something, I can’t remember,” you explained.

“Reggie gave it to you?” Luke inquired.

“Thought I said that already Patterson,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes.

Luke fought the urge to say something sarcastic back to you. “No, I’m just- Reggie?” he repeated. “I thought he...hates you, and vice versa.”

You walked down the aisle, skimming through the various articles of clothing. “And you’d be correct,” you told him.

“It was before you moved here,” Rose explained. “She and Reggie used to be best friends up until middle school,”

“Yep, but that’s in the past and we’re in the present so let’s focus on that,” you rushed, already feeling uncomfortable about the topic.

“No let's not,” Luke rested his forearms on the rack in front of you, resting his chin on top of them. “Tell us more,” he pleaded, pouting like a child.

You glared at the boy, tossing a sequined shirt at his face, making him stagger back. “And why should I, it’s none of your business, no offense Rose, and I’ll probably tell you at some point anyway,”

“None taken cariña,” she chuckled and continued looking for some clothing that would be appropriate for the gig.

Luke sighed, following close behind you. “But why can’t you tell me now?” he whined like a child. “I adopted you-”

“Against my will,” you cut in, flicking his forehead.

“Details,” he insisted. “I’m just saying, shouldn’t we be close now? Don’t you trust me?”

You took a deep breath. “Of course I do, Luke,” you reassured him, your patience thinning.

“Then why not tell me?” he pressed.

“Because it hurts!” you finally broke.

The two friends seemed to freeze at your sudden exclamation. The quiet small girl was cracking and revealing the broken china doll inside.

“It hurts, okay?” you repeated. ��And having to tell the story of how I lost my best friend for some stupid reason that I don’t even know...it hurts beyond belief. The worst part is that he probably doesn’t even care. I loved him, okay? I loved him because he was my best friend. Even when I had no one I had Reggie and I used to think that nothing in the world could ever tear us apart.” you admitted. “When we stopped talking, he took a piece of me with him. And I know that I am never going to get that back.”

Luke quietly moved over and past the racks of clothing pulling you into his chest and giving you a tight squeeze.

“Bunny I’m so sorry. I had no idea,”

You let out a humorless laugh. “No one knew,” you told him. “It’s not your fault, Luke, you were just curious.”

“Still,” Luke said. “I feel so bad. Maybe I could try and talk to him and-”

You shook your head repeatedly. “Maybe let’s not,” you countered. “It’s in the past now. There’s nothing I can really do about it and the last thing I want to do is rope my friends into this, too.”

“Well then how about this,” Rose suggested, giving you a prompt to change the topic while holding up a long sleeved white turtleneck along with an oversized black shirt sporting the album art of a famous rock band.

“I actually think I might be able to tolerate that,” you let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m hoping you have some ripped jeans at home, maybe some converse?”

“Yeah don’t worry, I’m not entirely hopeless,” you assured them and Rose laughed while Luke just pulled you in tighter for a brotherly hug.

“Look at you being mature! We love you, bunny,” he told you, swaying as he held you tight in his arms.

“Love you, too, I guess, Patterson,” you laughed. “Let me go, you’re crushing me!”

The second Luke pulled away, he leaned back in to ruffle your hair. “Now come on, Bunny, the gig starts in three hours. You all down for lunch?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you nodded. “Why not?” you replied.

Rose wrapped an arm around the both of you. “Anything but hotdogs,” she giggled.

“Agreed!” you quickly vetoed any other option and ran giggling with Rose to grab lunch leaving Luke to pay for the clothes. You were lucky he adopted you otherwise that would be a tricky one to get out of.

—

“I feel like this is an illegal number of questions to have on a test, it’s literally taking so long to mark these,” you grumbled to yourself, scribbling notes with red ink on the margins of the freshman biology test.

You had lost count of how many detentions had passed and lost track of how many were still to come, at this rate they could go on until the end of the year and in all honesty you probably wouldn’t notice.

You looked over at Reggie who was marking some short answer questions on a test, seeing his bright red check mark where there clearly shouldn’t have been one.

“That’s wrong”, you said, looking back down at your paper.

“What do you mean?”

“That. You marked it right, it’s wrong,”

“Why?” he asked curiously, putting his pen down so he could listen to you.

“Because,” you sighed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “the mitochondria is not the party house of the cell,”

“Well I say the mitochondria can do whatever it wants,” Reggie proclaimed, adding another check mark to the test. “Because it’s the boss,”

“No that’s the nucleus,”

“The what?” he formed and you banged your head on the desk in front of you,

“How in the world did you pass freshman science,”

“Like the rest of us, I cheated,” he countered and you looked at him with a shocked expression on your face. “Oh my God, lighten up Cookie, I was kidding, it’s been four years and I’ve barely taken any science classes since I just forgot,” he rolled his eyes.

You moved your head back to your work, only to toss the pen down in frustration moments later to try and massage a hand cramp.

“Stupid pen, stupid tests, stupid detention,” you grumbled under your breath, honestly feeling like you wanted to cry.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sat back in your seat, debating whether you should fake an emergency so you could just go home.

Reggie silently reached over to your pile of tests and eyeballed splitting it in half, taking the unmarked tests and placing them in his own pile.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said flatly.

“Sooner we finish the sooner we can go home and it didn’t seem like you were going to go any faster,”

You stayed silent for a moment, carefully reaching for your own again before whispering, “Thanks,” to which Reggie only gave you a nod.

The silence between you both was excruciating. It shouldn’t have been this way, it should have been easy to talk to him like it always used to be.

So, you took a deep breath and unclenches your jaw, casually continuing to write while asking,

“So how’s the band?”

There was a short silence, probably due to his slight shock in you even asking or trying to have a civil conversation and his first instinct as usual was to block it.

“Why do you care?”

You rolled your eyes and continued to do your work, at least you tried that was all you could do. The ball was in his court.

When he looked up and saw your tired expression he realized there really didn’t seem to be an ulterior motive at this point so with an audible sigh he answered,

“It’s great, we’re working on writing songs for our demo CD,”

You nodded and checked off some multiple choice questions before you heard Reggie clear his throat and spoke again,

“How about you? How’s the family?”

“They’re alright,” you said, your lips pressed in a thin line. “I mean as good as they can be. Things haven’t changed much.”

Reggie nodded in understanding, aware of your family’s financial situation.

“Is that why you push yourself?” he asked again. You froze, your hand holding the grading pen not moving. “Hours in the library, studying until your brain practically explodes with information.” You raised an eyebrow curiously at him, making him blush sheepishly. “I just know from uh, Mr. Mallard. He likes to talk, you and I both know that.” With a small smile on your face, you nodded.

“I guess you’re right,” you finally answered. “If I get a scholarship maybe I can at least make my way through a degree without plummeting further into debt.” You kicked aimlessly at the floor. “I just feel so guilty. Like...if I don’t do the right thing or make one stupid mistake I’ll disappoint my parents.”

Reggie frowned, setting the testing papers down. “You know you’d never disappoint your parents, Cookie” he told you. Chills went down your spine upon realizing he didn’t have the usual malice and sarcasm behind his name for you. “They would never be upset with you.”

You laugh humorlessly. “Right again, Flicka,” you sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe the better term would be I would be disappointed in myself? I don’t want to fail them or anything by slacking off. They’ve already done so much for me.”

“But that shouldn’t stop you from just-” Reggie drummed his pen against his thigh as he thought of the right words to use. “living? Cookie, we’re still kids. The point of high school is to just let loose and have fun, not drown yourself in schoolwork and scholarship essays.”

You playfully flicked a paper clip in his direction. “I bet you’d know all about letting loose, wouldn’t you?” you teased.

Reggie grasped his chest, gasping in feign hurt. “You wound me, Cookie,” he dramatically exclaimed, making you giggle and roll your eyes.

As the two of you continued your light banter, you were reminded of the days you and Reggie would spend at the park, competing to see who could swing the highest between the two of you. The weight on your back lifted slightly as you started to sense a bit of normalcy, no longer at each other’s throats for any reason you could find. It felt good to talk like this with Reggie, to “let loose” as he said and finally set down all the baggage you’ve been carrying since you two stopped being best friends. Everything in that moment felt right. Stress, detention, and ungraded biology tests long forgotten.

After what seemed like hours passed, Mr. Siezlio came back to the classroom, announcing that you were done for the day. You and Reggie surprisingly continued your conversation outside of the classroom, Reggie sharing more stories of the band as you giggled with every shenanigan. However, the moment you stepped foot outside, Reggie’s composure changed.

“Alex!” you exclaimed, running over to the boy. Alex had his arms outstretched, pulling you into a friendly hug that Reggie considered far too chummy. He narrowed his eyes at his best friend, watching and making sure his hands were where he could see them.

Reggie walked over to the two, a scowl forming on his face. “Alex, what are you doing here?” he asked, bitterness visibly clear in his tone.

The blond drummer raised an eyebrow in confusion at Reggie’s attitude, but decided not to address it. “(Y/N) and I have an AP chemistry project coming up so she’s going to sleep over at my place so we can work on it.”

You grinned up at Alex. “We’re probably going to have to pull an all-nighter to get it all done tonight,” you told him, making him groan.

Reggie’s lips fell to a thin line. “Good luck trying to do that,” he muttered. “Alex falls asleep before eleven o’clock. I’d pay to see him stay up past that.”

Alex rolled his eyes playfully. “When my grade is on the line, I think I can manage,” he said. “Especially after that one experiment in class you left me to do, I think we both definitely need that A.”

“Yeah, Alex can’t do titrations for shit,”

“I tried my best,” Alex fought back.

“And what did that get us?” you pressed.

Alex’s head hung low. “Erm, a B,” he muttered.

Reggie stared at the two in disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend this ‘nerd talk.’ “A B?!” he exclaimed. “You were disappointed with a B? I would have been happy with C-,” he shook his head and pulled his bag up higher on his shoulder, preparing himself to part ways.

You shuddered at the thought of such a low grade. “I’d never even begin to imagine a C,” you said aloud.

Reggie smirked at you. “Well, you are a nerd, Cookie,” he teased, making you shove him.

“Ass,” you shot back.

“(N/N), we gotta go if we don’t wanna stay up all night,” Alex said anxiously.

You nodded, taking Alex’s hand in yours and squeezing it. Reggie glared down at your intertwined hands, anger bubbling rapidly in his chest.

“Bye, Flicka,” you cheerfully waved goodbye.

Reggie didn’t look you in the eye, only staring down at the sidewalk with his hands shoved in his pocket. “Whatever, Cookie.”

—

Band practice the next afternoon -to say the least- was probably the shittiest the band had ever played. Luke and Bobby were incredibly confused why Alex continuously dropped his drumsticks and refused to make eye contact with anyone and why Reggie looked so angry that he could snap the strings of his bass.

“Okay, guys, guys! Come on we have a gig in like a week! We can’t go out there playing like this!” Luke insisted and Bobby nodded in agreement. “Alex I haven’t seen you fumble this much since we tried to play football and Reggie you currently have negative three hundred and forty-five dollars and seventy-three cents in your bank account so I would recommend loosening up on the strings because none of us can afford more.”

“Yeah, what the hell is going on with you two?” Bobby added and Reggie sent a cold glare towards Alex that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone.

“What was that?” Luke asked, pointing in between the two boys.

“What was what?” Reggie asked, his head snapping back to send the same glare to Luke.

“Okay you two clearly have things you need to settle so get it out there,” Bobby nodded, motioning to the floor, metaphorically saying it was open for one of them to take.

Alex took a deep breath and nervously started, “Well I think it’s pretty clear Reggie is mad at me it’s just I have no idea as to why,” he shrugged his shoulders. “D-Did I eat your sandwich or something? A meatball sub maybe?”

“That’s not it, but did you? Because if you did you are dead to me,” Reggie said venomously.

“No! No, I didn’t,” he insisted quickly, very much so wanting to stay alive and not murdered at the hands of his best friend. “But what the hell is making you mad Reggie, I’ve never seen you like this,”

Luke and Bobby seemed to nod carefully in agreement and Reggie swung his bass around the strap so it was hanging from his back.

“You need to stay away from (Y/N),” Reggie said in a cautionary tone, pointing directly at Alex.

“Lady bunny?” Luke asked curiously with furrowed brows and Reggie just looked at him back with confusion before remembering the nickname.

“Yeah, I guess, but seriously Alex, you shouldn’t be with her,”

“What do you mean I shouldn’t be with her. (Y/N) and I are just friends! We’ve been lab partners since freshman year,” Alex insisted. “And in case you forgot I’m kind of really gay?”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be spending time with her!” Reggie exclaimed furiously. Was he mad that you were spending time with his friends or that you seemed to be getting just as close with them as he once was with you. Right now, that was all a muddled mess in Reggie’s mind and heart so naturally, he started spewing out words that probably didn’t even have meaning at that point.

Bobby discreetly made his way to Luke. “Hey Luke,” he whispered. “I can go ask Rose to make some popcorn,” he shrugged.

“Oh yeah, for sure, and tell her to come in, she’ll wanna see this,” Luke added, equally invested, as their two other bandmates seemed to really be going at it.

“Reggie, you need to calm down. (Y/N)’s my friend, too. I don’t know any of your past, but you can’t tell me I should just drop her completely,” Alex said in a level toned voice.

“Oh don’t act like you know (Y/N) better than I do,” Reggie snapped. “I know her like the back of my hand, and I know she’s bad news.”

“Do you really even know her?” Alex pressed.

“Of course I do! Who was there when she broke her ankle? Me. Who was there when her fish died? Me! And who was there when everyone else wasn’t?”

“Not you anymore,” Alex cut in softly. Reggie's rant stopped short. The teen stopped pacing to look his friend in the eyes. “Reggie, I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but you have to admit to yourself, you still care about her.”

Reggie fumed silently. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”

Alex pressed his lips together. “I think you do, Reggie.”

“Alex you don’t get it! (Y/N) and me, that’s over!” his anger had sent him over the top. “Stop trying to say something’s there! It’s not!”

“Listen to yourself Reggie, just listen to yourself talk! If you heard what I’m hearing I think you’d have a different opinion,”

“Just-Just!...” Reggie pursed his lips and grabbed the neck of his bass pulling it back in front of him. “Can we just take it from the top,”

“Y’know Reggie I think Alex has a point,” Luke butted in, remembering his previous conversation with you, realizing how much losing Reggie had actually affected you.

“Oh joy,” Reggie sighed.

“Just hear me out,” Luke continued, regardless of Reggie’s reluctance. “Why did you get into music in the first place?”

“Because I loved it,” Reggie scoffed as if it was obvious.

“No really Reg, be honest,” Bobby added. “Specifically when did you start playing music more seriously?”

Reggie bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metallic liquid in his mouth he shrugged his shoulders and flopped onto the couch.

“I got into it after I stopped talking to (Y/N),” he admitted. “But what’s your point?” he asked.

“You don't confront your problems Reggie,” Alex explained. “You came to music because it helped you block out the fact that losing her tore you apart.”

“Well if it tore me apart then why am I still here, huh? Why am I happy? Why am I even alive? If she was my everything then how the hell am I still here?!”

“Because she’s keeping you here,” Luke whispered. Reggie turned to Luke, at a loss for words. “Because even though you two had a falling out, you know that seeing her everyday at school...you’re glad she’s okay.”

Reggie ran his fingers through his hair. “You don’t know me,” he snapped back. “You don’t know what I think, or who I-I care about. You just don’t, so you can’t stop playing “mom,” Luke.”

Luke slowly approached him. “I don’t understand you,” he said truthfully. “You never open up or tell us anything. You say we don’t know you, you won’t even tell us anything. If no one knows you, then who does-“

“(Y/N)!” Reggie finally broke. The boys froze in their spots, only staring back at their struggling friend. “(Y/N), okay? She’s the only one who listened to me, the only one who cared. And now she’s gone because I pushed her away. All because I was so stupid and my pride got in the way. It’s my fault the best thing in my life is gone.”

Reggie realized what he had said and quickly pushed himself up and away from the couch.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” he shook his head and tried to make his way out of the studio.

“Reggie wait!” his friends called back for him, but he shook his head and pushed his way out of the door just as Rose was heading into the studio. “Reggie come on! We’re sorry!”

Biting the inside of his cheek he cursed under his breath, knowing that they were right. He did push people away before they got too close and right now he didn’t have the strength to blame himself so he blamed you instead.

—

Reggie stormed into the almost empty library on Saturday, having had to walk to his detention from his home by the beach which was not close to say the least.

When he pushed on the door to come into the library with such force it startled you as you organized the books and put them back on the shelves.

Reggie didn’t speak to you as he tossed his things to the side and grabbed a cart, going to his designated spot in the library.

You were careful to not try and push any buttons, knowing he was in a fragile state, it was kind of obvious, but it was even harder not to address.

“Hey Flicka?” you said gently, trying to be as compassionate as possible.

“What,” he spat, shoving some books onto the shelf without much care.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, expecting to be met with barriers, that seemed to be all that comprised your relationship now. Walls, fences, barriers, and barricades.

“None of your business,” he said, his breathing slightly heavier as the tears burned in the back of his eyes and the lump grew in the back of his throat.

“I-I mean are you sure, you seem really agitated,” you noted and he didn’t respond. “Reggie you don’t have to hide anything. It can be my business if you want it to-”

“No it can’t!” he snapped, throwing the books that were in his hands on the table. You flinched at the loud noise the impact made. “It stopped being your business the second we stopped talking to each other so just leave it Cookie,” his voice carrying the same hostility it did weeks ago.

You paused for a moment, looking down at your pile of books before whispering,

“They’re fighting again… aren’t they?”

Reggie’s throat was burning, he wanted to scream into a void, empty himself of the pain because you were right, you were always right. Even when it felt like you didn’t know each other you were always there proving him wrong.

His hands started to shake and he dropped the books he had just picked up again, turning around so you couldn’t see him. Reggie didn’t know if it was because he was embarrassed or if he just didn’t want you to worry.

You wanted to reach over to your old friend, offer him some sort of comfort because you knew Reggie’s family and you knew how hard it was on him.

So you did the next best thing. Pulling out your MP3 player from your pocket you went over to Mr. Mallard’s speaker system and plugged it in, turning up the volume to the max, letting the soft plucking of guitar strings fill the library and the hallway surrounding you.

You went back to your pile and turned your back to him, giving him some sort of privacy, what you thought he needed.

Reggie wasn’t sure if there was another time in his life where he had listened to this song and related to it more.

So when he wiped his nose on his sleeve and turned around and saw you, he realized he didn’t want to be far away from you, he didn’t want to yell at you, he didn’t want that distance.

So he quickly pushed the chair and table with wheels out of his way before stopping right behind you, carefully reaching for your hand that was resting by your side.

When you felt his long slim fingers wrap around your own you turned around to look him in the eyes. They were still the same beautiful shade of blue and green, but unlike the last time you really looked into those eyes, they carried so much hurt. So much hurt and sadness that should never have been there in the first place.

But through it all they said I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling at you, I’m sorry for all of this.

And you nodded, back, accepting that apology.

So he didn’t hesitate a moment, wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face in your shoulder. You nearly gasped in surprise as his grip around you tightened. It was as though he was afraid of losing you, and didn’t want to let you go. Lucky for him, you felt the same.

Slowly, your hands found their way around his neck. You could feel Reggie’s tears dampen your shirt, but you couldn’t care less.

“It’s going to be okay, Reggie,” you whispered.

Reggie sniffled quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t say that,” he murmured.

“Say what?” you asked.

“Say that everything’s going to be okay,” he continued in a hushed but angry voice. “Say that everything is all sunshine and rainbows when at the end of the day my parents will still fucking hate each other while yours struggle to keep their home.”

You stiffened under his touch. His words struck a nerve in you, but you pushed down the anger in you. He was hurting, and what he needed was a friend, not a fixer.

Instead, you squeezed him tight against you. “Then, don’t think,” you said. “Clear your mind and- and forget everything. Forget your parents, forget this stupid detention and the musty smell of these ancient books, forget me.”

Reggie dug his head deeper into your chest. “I don’t want to forget you, Cookie,” he murmured. “I-I don’t want you to leave me again a-and-“

You shushed him. “I’m not leaving, Flicka,” you reassured him. “I promise.”

Reggie let out another broken sob. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I-it’s just that we both don’t have a good record with those. Promises, I mean.”

“Let’s clear the slate,” you suggested softly. “Start over to a point where all broken promises of the past are nothing but a mere memory, okay?”

Reggie nodded, placing his hands over yours. “I’d really like that Cookie,”

You smiled, removing your hand from his cheek and linking your pinky with his. It was just like when you were kids, but slightly different. This time, it had so much more meaning of hope and love. “Then take my promise to your heart, Flicka, because I’m not leaving. No matter what.”

Reggie rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and letting whatever tears had gathered to fall down his cheeks. You lifted your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the spot right in between his eyes, letting your lips linger there a moment longer than they should have.

“Dance with me Cookie?” he whispered.

“Flicka, you know I suck at that,” you laughed quietly, ducking your head as your cheeks tinged red.

“Don’t worry,” he sniffed as you wiped a few of his stray tears. “I won’t leave you hanging,”

“Okay,” you breathed, allowing his hands to gently hold your waist while yours were wrapped around his shoulders.

As you gently swayed in the library you could vividly see two young teenagers in a brightly lit room dancing to the same song.

You could hear Reggie softly humming along with the tune, but when you opened your eyes and looked at him you were brought back to reality and realized what you needed to do,

“I’m gonna call the boys okay?” you said gently and Reggie winced. “I won’t tell them. I was just going to stay over at Rose’s place tonight so maybe we could all stay in the studio.” you suggested. “So you don’t have to go home.”

“Y-You’d do that?” he asked, a certain tone of surprise in his voice.

You pressed your lips together and nodded, pulling away from him.

Making your way to the phone behind Mr. Mallard’s desk, you dialled Rose’s house number first to ask if it was okay to have everyone over, before making the subsequent calls to Alex, Luke, and Bobby.

After dealing with the phone you checked the time. Technically you still had an hour of your detention left, but for today Mrs. Hillside just swore you to honesty.

As much as it made you anxious to do so you looked over at Reggie and raised a brow.

“Should we call it? We can walk over to Rose’s place. I told Luke to bring some comfortable clothes for you,”

“Sure,” he nodded and you hesitantly let go of his hand. For some reason it felt like it was too much at once. You just needed a few moments to yourself.

All you ever wanted was for things to go back to the way they were, but now that it seemed to be happening it was a lot to take in and Reggie sensed that so he didn’t push farther, only grabbing his bag and walking quietly by your side as you left the school through a backdoor that was locked from the outside.

The situation for you both might have been one to cause panic or worry, but right now you both relished the fact that your friends were sure to provide a wonderful distraction.

—

“Lady bunny, you’re wearing your pyjamas already?” Luke chuckled from his spot on the couch while you walked out of the washroom, day clothes folded in your arms.

“I intend on relaxing today, kidnapper, thank you very much,” you said in a matter of fact tone.

“You still wearing my shirt to bed, Cookie?” Reggie teased and you stuck your tongue out at him before retorting with,

“Still wearing that Star Wars underwear Flicka?”

“Yikes,” Alex scrunched up his nose and Reggie’s cheeks went a darker shade of red than they usually were.

“They still fit okay, it would be a waste,” Reggie fought back.

“No one wants to hear that,” Bobby grimaced while you and Rose laughed together, relaxing on the futon.

“Why don’t we play a game or something?” Rose suggested. “Just to pass time, I mean this is a sleepover isn’t it?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you nodded. “Any suggestions?”

“We could play would you rather?” Bobby said, “I mean that’s a favorite right?”

You nodded in agreement. “I haven’t played that game in a while, but I’m down.” Everyone gathered around the coffee table. Prepared to sit next to Reggie, you felt someone’s hand grab yours and tug you down. Looking to your right, you saw Luke smiling giddily at you.

“As your parent,�� Luke said in a motherly tone. “I need to sit by your side in case any inappropriate language is used.”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Fuck off, Luke,” he said.

Luke gasped, covering your ears and pulling you to his chest. “Language!” he hissed. “We have a bunny here and I don’t want you to taint her mind with your demon words. No fucks, no shits, no dicks.” You shot the boy a look before pushing him off you.

“Would someone tell this guy I’m not five?” you rolled your eyes only to have one of your cheeks pinched by Reggie while he snickered and said,

“You sure look like it,” You threw an empty solo cup at him.

“Who wants to go first?” Rose asked with a wide grin.

“Oh me!” Luke exclaimed, raising his hand and waving it around wildly.

“Sometimes I don’t know what you’re on,” Alex sighed and the rest of the group laughed.

“Okay, okay, um, Bobby would you rather smash your guitar or have it run over by a semi?”

“That’s just cruel,” Bobby looked at Luke wide eyed and he just gave him a smirk in return. He sighed heavily before saying, “I’d like to think if I smashed it, it would be from rocking out so hard so I’ll go with that one,”

“Okay now it’s your turn,” you raised your brows at Bobby.

“Alright, (N/N), would you rather be locked in a room with Reggie or Luke?”

You scrunched up your nose. “Both are horrible options,” you began, making the boys yell out in response. “But the real question is: would I rather be babied to oblivion or be murdered?” you thought for a moment.

“I wouldn’t murder you!” Reggie exclaimed. “That’s too easy,” he smirked and you gasped, slapping his arm.

“Hush you!”

“What would you do to torture her then?” Rose asked curiously, knowing exactly what buttons she was pushing.

“Well see if you really want to get someone you make them fall in love with you and then break their heart,” Reggie explained casually.

“Oh that is cold Reggie,” Alex said with wide eyes.

“But I wouldn’t do that to (N/N), I think she deserves a murder,” Reggie shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip from his cup.

“Put me out of my misery,” you nodded. “Alright, I’d go with Reggie,”

Luke pouted, leaning his head on your shoulder. “But we’d have fun, Lady Bunny,” he whined. “Don’t you love me?”

You scoffed, flicking his forehead. “Barely,” you joked. Luke just grabbed you by the arms and brought you up to him, pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“I’m your mom you have to love me,” he poked and you made a face, wiping your cheek after he had kissed you. “Hey! That was a sign of motherly love, how dare you!” You smirked, flipping him off before continuing the game.

After what seemed like hours passed, you and your friends got bored of the game once you started to run out of ideas.

Alex was nearly passed out on the floor, but Bobby nudged him awake. “Can we play a new game now?” Bobby sighed. “I know would you rather was my idea, but I’m kinda tired of it.”

You nodded tiredly, before your mind clicked with an idea,

“Wait how about MASH?” you asked curiously. “Reggie and I used to play it all the time,”

Reggie’s lips quirked up to a smile. “Yeah!” he exclaimed. “I’m still hoping I get that mansion and forty horses.”

“I don’t understand how you play rock music. Were you born in Montana or something?” Rose chuckled.

“Pfft,” Reggie scoffed while you laughed. He sighed and finally conceded with a nod. “Yeah okay, I’m not from here,”

“Wait you’re not!” Luke exclaimed and Reggie shook his head.

“I’m from Wyoming,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I moved here when I was like...four.”

Bobby’s face turned sour. “Wyoming doesn’t exist,” he said stubbornly.

Alex coughed, “Wait you don’t actually think that do you?”

“It’s a joke Alex, and you ruined it,” Bobby rolled his eyes. “But seriously Reg, Wyoming?” he frowned. “Like what do you even do there?”

“Live on a ranch,” Reggie sighed longingly and you tried to stifle a laugh, prompting him to put you in a headlock and ruffle your hair.

“You’re laughing right now, but no one knows where you’re from,” he smirked.

“Oh Reggie, you’re a dick.”

“Language!” Luke exclaimed, trying to cover your mouth while you protested and Reggie explained that you also were not a California native.

“(N/N)’s not from California either, she moved here when she was five,” Reggie explained.

“From where?!” Alex asked, completely invested.

“I thought we were gonna play MASH?” you tried to interject, but no one was listening to you and Reggie still had you locked under his arm. “Flicka don’t do this!”

“She’s from Canada!” he grinned and you groaned. “And the town she lived in is called Saint-Louis du Ha!-Ha!”

“Reginald!” you protested, finally wrestling yourself out of his grip while he laughed uncontrollably.

“The city has two exclamation marks in its name!”

“Guys,” Luke started seriously and Reggie’s laughter faded to silence as you listened to the band leader. “I-I have a confession to make. I’m also not from here,”

“You’re not?!” Bobby was coming close to losing it, having not known about his friends.

“I’m also from the Great White North,”

“Wait really?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m from Fredrickton,” Luke grinned.

“No way!” you exclaimed giddily. “So are you Acadian?”

“Proudly so,” he nodded and you gave him a high five.

“Canucks unite!” you laughed, not noticing the pointed glare Reggie was sending Luke.

Bobby pulls his hair in frustration. “Okay, who else isn’t from California here?”

Rose sheepishly raised her hand, much to Bobby’s disbelief. “Puerto Rico?” she answered, more so like a question.

“Dude,” Alex said, shaking his head. “She has a strong Puerto Rican accent.”

Bobby stood up abruptly, storming off. “I’m out of here!”

You stifled back a giggle, calling out, “Bobby! Where are you going?”

“TO THE FUCKING GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE,” he yelled back. “MAYBE I’LL FIND ACTUAL CALIFORNIANS THERE.” You rolled his eyes at his dramatics. You knew he would probably make it out the door before coming back in. The boy was far too lazy to make the drive, anyway.

“I wonder if he realizes that I’m from California, too?” Alex pondered aloud. The entire group burst into laughter.

“Let’s just start the game without Bobby,” Rose suggested. “Who wants to go first?”

“I can go,” Reggie nodded, grabbing a scrap of paper and writing down the things for each category.

“Okay hit me with some career options,”

“Stripper,” you said, slapping his back and he rolled his eyes, but still followed the rules and wrote it down under occupations. “You’d be a terrible stripper though, you can’t dance and you have terrible balance,”

“Okay I’d be an amazing stripper, but that’s besides the point,” Reggie countered and continued writing all the names and places his friends wanted thrown in his options. “Alright numbers now right?” You hummed in response.

“Do five,” you said with a toothy grin. “That was how old we were when we met.”

Reggie nodded, starting to go down each list and circling whatever he landed on. At one point as he counted, his face turned red as he hid the paper from you and everyone else’s view. Once he was done, you tugged on his arm.

“Come on, Flicka,” you teased. “Show us what you got!”

Reggie cleared his throat, “I mean is that really necessary?” he asked cautiously.

“Come on it can’t be that bad,” Alex insisted.

“Um, well it’s not bad perse,”

“How do you know that word?” Luke teased and Reggie rolled his eyes. “Just tell us,”

“Alright well I got a house, a music teacher, two kids, five horses and I’ll live here,” he nodded, trying to avoid a certain topic.

“Who do you marry?” Rose asked curiously.

“No one?” he answered unsurely.

Rose rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t an option,” she reminded him. “Come on, it’s just a game, Reg. Just show it.” When Reggie refused to move, Rose resorted to snatching the paper from his hands.

“Rose!” he cried out, reaching for the paper.

The girl only held the paper far away, squinting her eyes to read the circled mark. “It’s (N/N)!” she squealed. Rose and Alex high fived each other while you dug your into Reggie’s chest, completely flustered. As a response, Reggie wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head against yours.

“It’s okay (N/N),” he said loud enough for the rest to hear. “We can just murder them,” he smirked and they all burst into a fit of outrage, during which Reggie leaned in closer to you, his lips coming close to your ear while he whispered,

“It’s nice to take a break every once in a while, right?”

You nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, Cookie can let loose,” you joked.

“Of course she can,” he smiled, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Oh my God did you see that!” Rose pointed to you and Reggie and he stuck his tongue out at her.

“What can’t a guy hug a gal?” he countered and you just placed your hand on Reggie’s mouth before he made it first, prompting him to teasingly bite your finger.

“Flicka!” you complained while Luke immediately came to your rescue.

“Guys! You gotta leave at least a foot for Jesus, come on this is beginner stuff,” he poked. Luke swatted Reggie’s hand away. “Get your hand off my daughter. I’m not ready to be a grandmother just yet, Peters.”

“Luke,” you whined at his extra comment.

“If they think this is bad they should’ve seen the dance Mrs. Leona made us do,” Reggie nudged you and you agreed with a chuckle.

“Since when are you guys in the dance class?” Bobby asked, coming back into the studio with more snacks.

“We’re not, Mrs. Hillside assigned under Mrs. Leona’s care for a day and we helped choreograph a dance for the sophomores next semester,” you explained, totally not realizing the implications of what you had said.

“You know they’re gonna make us dance now right?” Reggie sighed.

“Shit, they are, aren’t they,”

With a loud groan you both stood up and Reggie took your hand.

“From the top Cookie?”

“From the top,” you sighed with a roll of your eyes.

Rose reached for the speakers, connecting her MP3 to them and playing the song.

“Swing those hips, Reginald!” Luke whooped, reaching for the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the coffee table. Reggie mouthed a swear to his friend as his hands found his place on your hips.

“Watch where you’re putting those hands!” Rose warned. Rolling his eyes, Reggie teasing dropped his hands lower, only for you to swat them away.

“I’ll still bite you,” you hissed playfully.

“Promise?” he shot back.

Once the music started to play, you felt Reggie’s hand trail down your arm. Every move was burned to your memory as you danced along with Reggie. The comments of your friends -either cheering or teasing- escaped your mind.

And all that you wanted was for the night to never end.

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Attack on USJ Shingeki Merch 2019

Let’s look at the merch for USJ’s Cool Japan Attack on Titan goods for 2019.

In terms of park wear there was many T-shirt’s to choose from including this Eren shirt and matching shorts. Of course there was also and update for the survey corps cape with a lighter material and new detailing on the button. One thing missing was the survey corps jacket, but with Japan’s notoriously hot and humid summer it made sense since this event only runs during that time. One thing that was sold out at the time I went was the survey corps towel cape. Hopefully they will have it in stock next time!

There was also a ton of stationary goods to choose from including clipboards, pencil cases, washi tape, notebooks, blind bag folders and memo pads and more. The blind bag folders and memo pads were really nice. There were two shiny secret versions, one of Eren and Mikasa and one of Levi and Erwin.

Of course you can’t leave without some theme park accessories to take home. You could find jewelry accessories like earings and rings to keychains and IC card holders. You could use the mini survey corps towel on your plush or on your water bottle, it cane on an Eren or Levi hanger.

The other blind bag items were can badges and mini pendants. I was lucky to find someone to trade with to get the Eren can badge and pendant!✨

One of my favorite things was this Magical Crystal Eren because I’m an absolute sucker for anything that lights up or sparkles.😆 There was a Levi version available as well!

I also loved the mirror that made you look like a titan peering over the wall featuring Eren and Levi.✨

Many people have asked where to find prices for the event goods since the official site does not include them. So I have included the prices for everything shown at the end for reference. If there is something not included please let me know and I will try to find it out.

Crystal Magic Eren ¥6,500

Light Up Stand ¥1,500

Mirror ¥1,900

Cushion ¥6,500

Towel ¥1,700

Pouch ¥2,300

Pencil Case ¥1,400

Key Chain Set ¥2,200

Keychain ¥1,400

Sticky Memo ¥1,300

Collectable Clear File and Memo ¥800

Notebook ¥1,200

Tape Set ¥1,400

Pen/Sharp Pen ¥2,500

3DMG ¥12,000

Eren Shorts ¥3,300

Blind Bag Pendants ¥700

Earings ¥1,800

Cape ¥6,500

Eren Key Necklace and Pin ¥3,500

Box Cookies ¥1,800

Plush ¥1,800

Mini plush ¥1,300

Clip Board ¥2,000

Print Cookies ¥1800

Mini Towel Cape ¥1,300

Crunch Chocolates Tins ¥1,600

Eren Top ¥3,900

Pass Case Holder w/Cape ¥2,100

Blind Bag Can Badge ¥500

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 5 years

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Secret Studies ch.7 - Things We Do For Love

The Elementalist

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

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Collaboration series between @dancetothestoriesinyoursoul and myself

Beckett accidentally announced his love in front of the entire school! Is it too late, or right on time?

Beckett was suddenly aware of all the pairs of eyes turned straight at him. Shit. Everyone heard that. I wanted her to hear it, not the whole damn school!! But we’re here so…

“You…what?” Oriana had stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him.

Beckett took a deep breath, looking down toward the ground, beginning to speak softly. “I love you, Oriana. You are everything to me. And I’m sorry for always pushing you away. I just…I love you.”

She stared at him, completely stunned.

“I…I know this isn’t the most opportune time to tell you that, you’re clearly on a date…” He trailed off, looking at Everett. He swallowed.

“But I’m standing here, in front of everyone telling you that I love you. So. Now you know.” A deep blush crept up his neck. “As people say, you left the ball in my court. And now, I’m passing it back to you.”

“You’re making a sports reference?” Everett asked incredulously.

“I’d do anything for her.” He replied, his eyes never leaving Oriana’s. “Please. Take the locket.’ He said softly.

“Oriana. What do you want to do?” Everett asked.

“Um…well, I just…you love me?” She was staring into Beckett’s eyes, trying to figure out where this was coming from.

“I do. With everything in me.” He murmured.

“Have you two been seeing each other?” Griffin seemed equally surprised.

“Yes.” Beckett said firmly. “All semester.”

There were collective gasps around the crowd that had gathered.

“How did no one know this? How did I not know this??” Shreya looked at her roommate in shock.

Ignoring her, Beckett took a step closer to Oriana. “All you have to do is say the words, and I’m yours. All of me, always. You’re my sun. You’re all I want. Will you have me, still?”

“Yes.” Oriana breathed.

“Can’t hear you!” Someone shouted

She let out a laugh. “Yes. Yes, Beckett, of course! I’ve always been yours.”

Beckett grinned and in a second, he had taken her in his arms, kissing her deeply, more passionately than ever before. “I love you” he murmured against her lips.

“I love you.” She whispered in response.

People were clapping and cheering, and the music started blasting again, everyone dispersing back to what they had been doing previously. Oriana and Beckett finally parted, gasping for breath. He went to pull her back in, but instead she smacked him upside the head.

“Ow!!” He exclaimed. “What was that for?”

“For taking so damn long to get your shit together.” She responded, then turned to Everett.

“Rett, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to mis-lead you, and I do have fun with you, it’s just…”

“Your heart wants someone else.” He said quietly.

Oriana nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

Everett smiled at her softly, then leaned in towards her, kissing her on the cheek. Beckett stiffened at the touch but said nothing, as Everett shook his hand next.

“You’re a lucky man, Beckett. Be good to her.” And with that, Everett disappeared into the crowd.

Beckett grabbed Oriana’s hand. “can we get out of here?” She smiled and nodded, and his heart fluttered by the warmth that was emanating out of her. He led her away from the party and ran back to his dorm, sneaking away like thieves in the night.

As soon as they were in his room, he twirled her around and pushed her back against the door, kissing her fiercely. She returned his kiss eagerly, and moments later they were naked on his bed. Suddenly, Beckett stopped his assault on her lips and pulled back, drinking in the sight of her. He light brown hair splayed out, her body begging him to be touched.

“Don’t stop.” She told him, her voice raspy with lust.

“I’ll never stop, don’t worry, but I want to savor this perfect moment.”

She giggled and reached out for him, pulling him back down on her. Their kisses slowed in pace, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths with their tongues, before Beckett moved to her neck, peppering it with kisses and gentle nips.

“I love you.” He breathed in her ear, and she moaned as he gently took her lobe between his teeth. With a featherlight touch, he skimmed his fingers over her face, touching her lips, then down along each breast, trailing a line down her stomach, finally reaching the apex of her thighs. Her back arched off the bed with a gasp and he gently circled a finger along her bud, using another to stroke along her folds.

“I’ll never get tired of how wet you get for me.” He murmured.

“Take me. Please.” She whimpered beneath him.

He stilled his fingers, then brought his hand up to cup her face. “There’s one thing missing.” He grabbed the forgotten necklace and carefully placed it around her neck, clasping it securely. “I want you to wear this, always.”

“It’s not another tracker is it?” She asked.

Beckett chuckled. “I have never ‘tracked’ you, Ori. The spell I used alerts me to when you’re in danger and brings me to you. If you hadn’t been in danger, I wouldn’t have known where you were. And this locket…” He traced his fingers along it delicately “…Also has magic within it. But you’ll have to open it.”

“Speaking of open…” Oriana had a mischievous glint in her eyes as she opened her legs wider for him. He grinned, a blush spreading on his face, and slowly he slid himself inside her.

“I missed you. I missed feeling you in me.” She moaned, as he grunted in the pleasure of her warmth. He captured her lips again in a searing kiss as he gently made love to her. They’d been together many times before, but this felt different. This felt like a declaration of love, like every need either of them ever had before was being fulfilled, as if they were two halves of the same person. They made love long into the night, never rushing, taking the time to truly pleasure each other, the moon shining brightly through the window as their cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls.

“You what?” Oriana said staring wide-eyed at Beckett.

Looking down at his feet nervously Beckett pushed the locket into Oriana’s hand speaking so softly it made her smile.

You’re such a dork, my dork…but still a dork.

Laying intertwined in the sheets, her head resting on Beckett’s chest Oriana thought back to that fateful night, while gazing happily at the open globe in her hand “To my Sunshine that makes the wildflowers grow.” Daintily engraved on a group of wildflowers reaching up towards the sun while the ever so protective serpent slithered in corkscrewed circles.

I can’t believe he made this all out of metal…for me.

“So, does that mean you like it then?” Beckett’s asked, a smile evident in his voice.

It had been almost a week since the night of the party where Beckett blurted out his love for Oriana. After one slap upside Beckett’s head and profusely apologizing to Everett the pair snuck away like thieves in the night to Beckett’s dorm where they had yet to leave.

“The metal I used was from the pendant I wore that day in the library after you set my jacket on fire. I sort of,” he said pausing a moment smiling shyly “kept the melted scrap it made.”

Oriana drew lackadaisical patterns on Beckett’s chest “you are a total marshmallow Beckett Harrington.”

I’m your marshmallow.

Beckett grinned bashfully “not so loud we wouldn’t want to tarnish my reputation.”

Although for you, I’d do anything Ori.

“Riighht,” Oriana said as she snuggled in against his side “how did you even manage to make this?” she asked tucking the locket safely back into her shirt.

A cherry colored blush crept across Beckett’s face “not all magic Is done with hand signs or is spoken.” Propping himself up on his elbow Beckett took a deep breath as his chestnut colored eyes hid behind a sheer metallic overlay.

Looking around the room he noticed a small metal pen laying on his desk, turning his metallic gaze toward the pen it began to unravel before Oriana’s eyes. The once solid pen now liquefied, dancing in methodic patterns before settling into a beautiful flower in the palm of Beckett’s hand.

“For you milady,” he said holding the flower out to her, the silver glint receding from his eyes.

Oriana blushed a deep shade of red as she took the flower, examining it “is there anything you can’t do?”

“Apparently, I’m really bad at stating my feelings for others,” he said, before they both burst out laughing.

“Ori?” Beckett said after a moment.

“Yeah?” she replied.

“it wasn’t that I didn’t want you until I saw you with Everett you know. I thought” he paused for a moment “I didn’t want my mother to know who you were to protect you. I feared if she dug around she’d discover you were new to this” he gestured around him “world, she’d see that as both an opportunity to take you away from me and a way to remove an academic threat.”

“Oh, Beck,” Oriana said hugging him “I wish I would have known, I was assuming you were ashamed of me.”

Beckett wrapped his arms soundly around Oriana “I was just as foolish. I should have just told you the truth, but if I’m being honest, I was afraid that you’d take one look at my family and run in the other direction.”

“I’d never run away from you,” she said cupping Beckett’s cheek in her hand. “Maybe singe off one of your mom’s eyebrows…but you’re stuck with me, sorry to tell you.”

“How will I ever survive now,” Beckett said sarcastically.

“I think I know,” Oriana said pulling her lips to meet Beckett’s as she pressed him down onto the pillows.

Wrapping his arms around her Beckett pulled her down, encasing them in his sheets, showering her face in kisses before moving to her neck and deepening each kiss as he trailed down to her chest.

Mine. He thought. All and only mine.

“Ori” Beckett said, briefly stopping. “You’ll always be my kind of perfect.”

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odinsonsobsessed · 5 years

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Home For Christmas ▪Part Seven▪

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Two years ago, in order for Maddie to stop her mom’s nagging for her to settle down, she told her that her best friend, Tom Hiddleston, was her boyfriend! Now, she wants her to bring him home for Christmas, which Tom thankfully agrees to go along with. But what happens when their “pretend” feelings start to become real?

Notes/Warnings: Fluff

You didn't really think I was going to just end it there, did you? One last installment before this actually ends. Enjoy!

*The lyrics do not belong to me.

Beta’d by the lovely @mrshiddleston-uk

Master List

One Year Later…

“What's your name?”

“Valerie.” The young brunette giggled, holding her hands together against her mouth in excitement. As Maddie wrote her name out, Valerie began to blurt out compliments. “I am so in love with this book. All of your books, really! But this one… the characters, the way you capture their relationship and how it develops even though they're hit with so many obstacles… It's truly brilliant!” Maddie signed her name at the bottom of the book and smiled, handing it off to her.

“Thank you so much! You're too kind, really! Have a great night, okay?”

“Oh, I will! You too! Thank you, it was so nice to meet you!” She gushed, enthusiastically shaking her hand.

Maddie sighed in relief after she left, capping her pen and setting it down. “God, is my hand tired.” She flexed her right hand, holding it with her left.

“Well, if you weren't so darn famous…” Harry grinned.

Maddie laughed through her nose. “Yeah, whatever.” She glanced at the clock and her eyes widened. “Oh my God!! I'm late! Harry, I've gotta go! Can you…?”

“Yeah, yeah, go on. I'll lock up.”

“Thanks Harry!” She sent Tom a text that she was on her way and quickly put on her coat, threw her purse over her shoulder and ran out the door. She would have taken a cab, but it would be faster to go on foot. It was a few blocks away, the coffee shop. She walked quickly, taking half of the time it would have if she'd hailed a cab and sat through traffic.

She rushed into the coffee shop, preparing to look for Tom. However, she didn't have to search for very long. There he was, standing in the middle of the empty shop with a smile, wearing blue slacks with a long sleeved white shirt underneath a matching blue vest.

“Tom.” Maddie smiled, crossing the floor to greet him with a kiss. He lingered on her lips before pulling back. “You look so handsome.” She ran her fingers along the smooth fabric of the vest. “You know this is my favorite suit.” She glanced up at him with a smirk, which made Tom chuckle.

“I'm fully aware, love.”

Maddie pulled Tom down for another kiss, which made him groan. She giggled and finally looked around, realizing the store was completely empty. “Where is everyone?”

“I've rented the shop out. More privacy that way.”

Maddie giggled, “Alright. What's this all about then?”

“What? I can't have a romantic coffee date with my girlfriend to celebrate her first book signing event?” Tom gestured to the nearby table set with a tea lit candle, mugs set on each side.

She laughed, taking a seat at the table and took a sip of the hot coffee. “Mmm… Hazelnut.” It was just how she liked it.

Tom took the seat across from her and sipped his tea. “How did it go?”

“Great! Though I wish you could have stayed longer.” She smiled as she looked down at the steam rising out of her hot beverage.

“Darling, people were starting to recognize me, even with the hat and glasses. I can't hide from them anymore.” Tom cracked a smile, causing Maddie to giggle into her mug as she took a sip.

“True… Gosh it’s a weird feeling, people coming up to tell me how much they like my work and how much of a fan they are. Does it get easier?”

“Yes and no. I mean, it's not as weird to me as it used to be, but I'm still flattered by their words. Some fans are more intense than others, you'll probably get that too, but they mean well.” He chuckled.

“I still can't believe you flew my entire family out for it.”

“How could I not? They all wanted to be there to support you. Your mum's really trying, you know.”

“I know she is… I think it helps that she's head over heels for that baby… She loves her so much. I think she's mellowing her out.”

“Kristen is truly adorable. Who wouldn't?”

They talked for a while while they finished their beverages. A familiar tune played on the speakers and Tom rose from his chair, moving to stand next to Maddie, holding out his hand. “Dance with me.” His dazzling, inviting smile took her breath away.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

She smiled, laughing through her nose as she placed her hand in his and stood up, following him to the middle of the open floor.

But I can't help falling in love with you

He slid his arm around her back, holding her hand in his. He began to sway their bodies with the music.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Tom leaned down to kiss Maddie. It was gentle and sweet, totally befitting the mood of the dimmed lights and the words lightly echoing around them.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Maddie slipped her hand out of his and brought them around his neck as they kissed. She loved how romantic he was, how he always seemed to charm her even after knowing him for this long, how he always surprised her. She felt so lucky to be his, and that he was hers.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Tom pulled back to look at her, his heart beating quickly. Love reflected his own in her eyes. If he was going to do this, now would be the perfect time. It was a perfect moment.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

‘Once the song is over.’ Tom tried not to tremble with nervousness and excitement. ‘Play it cool.’, was his mantra.

Some things are meant to be

But what if it didn't go as planned?

Take my hand, take my whole life too

No, he couldn't think this now.

For I can't help falling in love with you

Holding back is where they went wrong in the first place. He wouldn't do that again.

For I can't help falling in love with you

He just had to do it.

His eyes settled on her necklace, the one he had given her on the Christmas before last. He picked it up and held it on his fingertips with a smile. “Maddie.” Tom began, dropping the pendant. It was now or never.

“Yes?” Maddie smiled at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Do you realize where it is that we are?”

Maddie let out a giggle. “The coffee shop?”

“I mean exactly here, in this very spot.”

She looked around the room, confused. “This is where… we wait in line for coffee?”

Tom chuckled nervously. She was just too cute. “Right here, is where we met 3 years ago.”

“Oh.” Realization hit her as she recalled the memory of when she turned around and saw him for the first time.

“Right here, is where you unknowingly rejected my advances on you.”

Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Right here, is where I realized I loved you.” A memory of them meeting there after a few months of them having been friends flashed through Tom's mind as he continued.

Tom took a shaky breath and mentally cursed at himself for it. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “And right here, is where I ask you, Madeline Rose Wilson, to marry me.” He lifted the box, opening it to face her, revealing a ring as he knelt down on his knee.

Maddie gasped and her hands flew to her mouth in shock. She genuinely wasn't expecting it and the longer she stared at it, the more worried Tom grew.

“I can't believe…” She choked out a giggle. “Of course I'll marry you!” She laughed through her tears, holding out her left hand.

Maddie watched in anticipation as he slipped the ring on her ring finger with a shaky hand. As soon as it was on, before even inspecting it, she tackled him to the ground in a hug, not bothering with her dress getting wrinkled and dirty. She didn't care. She was now engaged to marry her best friend, the love of her life, Thomas William Hiddleson. And she couldn't be any happier.

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brokehorrorfan · 5 years

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Unboxing Creepy Crate - April 2019

Creepy Crate is a bi-monthly true crime and horror mystery box curated by The Lineup, a website dedicated to all things sinister. After unboxing the December 2018 and February 2019 installments, I was eager to open the latest package. I've detailed the creepy contents of the April/May 2019 box below.

While the last two Creepy Crates were dedicated entirely to true crime, I'm pleased that Creepy Crate has returned to horror movie paraphernalia with the April/May 2019 box. As an added bonus, it carries a witch theme.

As a horror movie lover, the highlight is this Black Hill Regional Park T-shirt. Black Hills Forest is, of course, where The Blair Witch Project takes place, hence the stickman logo. Since my closet is full of gleefully garish horror shirts, I appreciate the subtlety of this design, as it's ostensibly a tasteful ringer tee.

I couldn't tell you the last time I took a bath, but I'm officially planning my next one now that I have this sage and lavender bath bomb. The sage is said to cleanse while the lavender purifies, so I look forward to both my body and mind being squeaky clean.

I'll keep the harbinger of death close to my heart with a necklace that features a raven and a pentacle suspended on a chain. Whether you believe the symbols to be lucky or unlucky, the pendant design is undeniably cool and witchy.

This Creepy Crate includes a physical book and an e-book. The paperback (which varies between boxes) is You Will Suffer by New York Times bestselling author Alexandra Ivy. Published earlier this year by Zebra Books, it's the third novel in Ivy's "The Agency" series. Although I'm not familiar with her work, it appears to be a romantic mystery thriller. Great title, too.

The e-book is Conjure Wife, the first novel by Fritz Leiber, touted as the "Grand Master of Science Fiction." The supernatural horror classic was originally published in 1943 in the pulp fantasy fiction magazine Unknown before being released as a novel in 1952. It went on to inspire the films Weird Woman, Burn Witch Burn, and Witches' Brew.

I couldn't survive in life without writing reminders and notes to myself, and now I'll be scrawling my to-do lists in style with this Spell Book mini notepad, which is small enough to fit in a pocket. The broom pen serves as a perfect companion to write my curses.

Subscribe to Creepy Crate for $39.99 every two months. Enter the discount code BROKE5 at checkout to save $5 off your first box!

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imsfire2 · 5 years

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Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better

I was tagged by @plays-with-shadows

nicknames: Ims, Moje, and when I was little, Idjit

zodiac sign: Sagittarius

height: 5′10″

hogwarts house: I have no idea!

the last thing i googled: how to get to the place I’m working tomorrow (Surbiton, oo the ecitement)

favorite musicians: Katrin Finch, Lorena McKennitt, Spiro, The Icicle Works, Amalía Rodrigues, Dead can Dance, Vieux Farka Touré, Pink Floyd, Capercaillie. Plus classical composers and musicians too numerous to mention.

song stuck in your head: At the moment the music stuck in my head is the big love theme from Prokofiev’s ballet score for “Romeo and Juliet”.

following: over 1000

followers: 351

do you get asks: From time to time but not often.

amount of sleep: It varies quite a bit (which I know isn’t very healthy but it seems to be my thing). Anything from 6 to 10 hours per night.

lucky number: 13.

what you’re wearing: Scruffy blue jeans, a purple shirt with a floral print, and a blue polka-dot sweater. And slippers, which is ridiculous when it’s nearly Midsummer!

dream job: Writer.

dream trip: A slow trip through Central America - Mexico, Guatemala, Belize - for about three or four months. And I’m always up for any return to Greece.

instruments: Singing and hitting things.

languages: English (British variety), Spanish and French (both to a rusty conversational level) and a smattering of Greek.

favorite songs: I’m never any good at listing favourites! “Love bade me welcome” by Raph Vaughan Williams is very beautiful.

random fact: I’m an artists’ model, so I have probably been seen naked in the flesh by more people than anyone else you know.

aesthetic: Rich, brilliant colours, wheel-thrown pottery, crystal pendants, big earrings, swimming in the sea, long country walks, clifftops, crying at the cinema, watching artists at work, apples, roses, Jean-Marie Farina eau de cologne, Greek islands, small museums, big sketchbooks, writing with a fountain pen.

Thank you for tagging me!

#plays-with-shadows #I'm very bad at doing these #but thank you for the tag!

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weiwuxiian · 5 years

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Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

tagged by: @lachalaine ( ty J !!!! Ilu sm!!!! )

I tag: FEEL FREE TO STEAL AND TAG ME ^o^/

1- Nickname(s): Light / closer friends calls me Joy

2- Zodiac: Pices

3- Height: 4′11“ / 150cm

4- Last movie I saw: Avengers Endgame. Love u 3000

5- Last thing I googled: Barium hackers on a hijacking spree ( at work lolol )

6- Favorite musician: N/A

7- Song stuck in my head: A Thousand Letters by Xandria thanks to that anon-- it also has this really medieval tone that I really liked.

8- Other blogs (not that any of them are active---but i still love these muses):

@clericallis (Libra // FE)

@tacticallis (Narsus // Arslan Senki)

@astalis (Sion // Denyuuden)

@jinguanngyao (JGY // MDZS)

@brattywenchao (WC // MDZS)

@mrlanqiren (LQR // MDZS)

@telperinquare (Celebrimbor // Tolkien)

9- Do I get asks: I get them frequently on this blog which is so nice ;;; I love reading people’s opinion on my blog whether its’rp related or writing related or not. I tend to get at least 1 ask for most memes I reblog too and frankly I that I’m super lucky ;;;

10- Following: 199

11- Amount of sleep: 5-6 Hours

12- Lucky number: 3 ✨

13- What I’m wearing: an oversized shirt and shorts

14- Dream job: My interest spans so vastly--let’s see. Reporter, Travel blogger, Web Designer, Editor, Writer, Web/Language developer, professional AI developer and a serial sleeper.

15- Dream Trip: My short-term dream atm is probably to travel to Europe and meet the love of my life @tenkasketches <3 <3 <3

16- Favourite food: Anything spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You think I kid but I’m not, just ask the squad--- I literally eat spice every day. It’s for that reason I love Korean food so much.

17- Play any instruments: The piano.

18- Languages: English, Chinese, Cantonese, Malay/Indo.

19- Favourite songs: I don’t have ONE favourite song but I like 西瓜JUN，Mayday, JJ Lin, Akki, Nightwish, Linkin Park, Greenday, Xandria, and Ellie Goulding.

20- Random fact: Once, I wanted to take the bus to an interview in another town. I’ve always driven so I literally don’t know how to take a bus at all. But that day my dad was using my car so I have no car to drive to the interview and was forced to take the bus. In the end, I almost went to another state on that hellish bus and thankfully I got off somewhere with a commute station, took the train back to the nearest stop at the interview destination and take a cab there.

21- Describe yourself as aesthetic things: old books / feathered pen / bunny plushies / cute things / pink flower / literature books / medieval scrolls / headphones / black jacket / jeans shorts and skirts / pendant / silver necklace and earrings / tattoos / a huge back pack / round animals / furry animals / play station / laptop and coffee / a lonely corner in a quiet cafe / smiling to myself.

#;; dash memes

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rafaelafranzen · 5 years

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Tagging game

Tagged by: @retrouvel (Thank you! <3)

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag however many people you’d like who you want to know better. Tag yourself if you want to answer these questions and tag me so I can get to know you better!

Nickname: Depending on how you get to know me via the internet people either call me Faye (ie. “fae” from “rafaela”) or Tea. A lot of people know me as Lyra - cuz that’s the name I use professionally - even though it’s not on my ID or passport so I’m not sure it counts.

Sign: Virgo

Height: 165cm / 5′4.5

Last movie I saw: Daybreakers - It’s a sci-fi noir vampire film in a world where vampires are the majority of the population but are faced with only a month’s worth of blood supply left.

Last thing I googled: nine circles of hell punishments (writing inspiration for whump fic)

Favorite musician: Sondheim. I generally listen to incidental music/soundtracks to things I like/theatre stuff, so my favourites are all composers rather than bands or musicians.

Song stuck in my head: At the moment, Not While I’m Around from Sweeney Todd by Stephen Sondheim. It’s the perfect lullaby for Crowley to sing to Zira. (I mean come on. There’s a lyric in it that goes “Demons will charm you with a smile”!)

Other blogs: None that are active other than this one, but one I’m particularly proud of is a fan archival project I worked on as a passing love letter to the short-lived, now-defunct game Gigantic - it collects concept art, models, animation, music and celebrates the artists who worked on it. Check it out at GNUgigantic.tumblr.com

Do I get asks: I don’t but I’m happy to respond to Good Omens headcanons if you’d like to send any! Maybe even write them into little ficlet things like I’ve been doing with Falling into Eden and The garden in a ruined church.

Blogs following: 258, but I hardly read my dash these days - I just browse the Good Omens tag directly.

Amount of sleep: Shockingly irregular and lacking the last few days since I’ve been writing a bunch.

Lucky number: 7. I just think it’s magical. This was before Harry Potter, I’ve always liked the number.

What I’m wearing: A black ribbed-sleeve T-shirt (with the sort of striped stitching you might see on the shoulders of motorbike jackets) over black skinny jeans. I also have a skeleton watch on (it’s the sort where the shiny mechanical bits are exposed and you can watch it ticking away driving the seconds hand around) and a handpainted lazercut wood pendant of two griffins side by side, their tails entwined to form a sword blade with their wings as the hilt on either side.

Dream job: Something where I get to bring stories to life or connect people to stories. Doesn’t have to be my own (although that would be the dream). Something like publishing/producing or festival/convention directing in the literary, media or video game industries would be ideal.

Dream trip: The Isle of Eigg. Or Skye. Or Anglesey. I visited the Isle of Man 3 years ago and have had a love affair with British/Scottish/Irish islands ever since. (I live in Asia, so these are far flung for me.)

Favorite food: Like asking me to choose my favourite child! I live in Singapore, which is, IMHO, one of the food capitals of the world where you can get almost any cuisine you’re craving rather easily. I confess, however, that I’m very partial to Japanese food, especially Tonkatsu. There’s something about crispy breaded pork and infinite cabbage I can’t get enough of.

Play any instruments: I used to play the Pipa - it’s a Chinese lute made of rosewood with metal strings. She was a real beaut but I’ve since sent her to live with a new owner who will actually play her.

Languages: English, Mandarin, and some Hokkien (it’s a Chinese dialect).

Random fact: I have a skullcat OC whose costume I made myself! They’re called Chess.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: A steaming cup of tea, fountain pens, an overcast-but-not-quite rainy day, fossils and half-finished knitting projects. (this has just become a collection of things I enjoy, ha.)

#personal

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bleu-moo · 6 years

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Biblichor- Chapter 8

The list of people I must thank is so long at this point that I dedicate this long ass chapter to anyone who I've talked to in the past few weeks regarding this fic. If it was a long conversation or a short exchange, thank you.

I appreciate every kind word and every suggestion from all of you. You are the reason I keep this going.

Thank you.

It is incredible how things can change.

If someone had told you when you arrived that you would spend most of your early mornings waking up in Wilhemina Venable’s arms, you would have thought they were crazy.

If that same person told you that she would reach for you and pull you back towards her whenever you tried to get up, peppering your neck with kisses as you both laughed, you would have known they were mad.

Yet here you are, catching your breath and turning to face her, allowing you both a few more minutes of affection before you part. The look of tenderness in her eyes steals your breath away once again.

She pulls you flush against her with an arm around your waist. You reach up to caress her cheek and the two of you simply smile at each other. Your heart clenches deliciously in your chest; how fortunate you are to see her like this.

Her hair is down, spread out in a copper wave across the pillows. She is wearing the simple shift you first saw her in when you returned her book all those months ago. The thing you cherish most, however, is the light in her eyes that only seems to come out for you. Even when you cannot be near one another, whether it be a meeting or dinner or some other function, she will still meet your eyes at least once. In them you will see, for just a moment that luminous flash she reserves for you alone. And every time, it warms your heart. You always manage to hide your smile and go about your business, but those shared, secret moments are precious to you.

A covetous affection spreads from your core to the tips of your fingers. You thread your fingers through her hair and bring your lips together. She tangles her legs with yours; she returns your kiss as her free hand slips under your shirt. It comes to rest in the small of your back, her fingers curl against your skin. You pull away and hum appreciatively as she lightly runs her nails across your back. You scoot down so you can move closer to her, dipping your head to nuzzle into her neck. You never pegged her as a cuddler before, but you had learned that she craved moments like this. You were always willing to indulge her. She rests her chin on your shoulder and tightens her grip around you.

She is the first to speak this morning.

“There is another group coming today. Four, I believe. I do certainly hope there are no...incidents this time.”

You snort against her neck. Within the last group of survivors was a woman who had politely inquired if Venable was a vampire. Her case was something to the tune of her name being Mina, a comment about her hair and the lack of mirrors in the compound.

Venable had not been amused at the time, and you were sure that only you were able to get away with teasing her about it. Possibly Meade as, in a moment of shared camaraderie, you exchanged a quick look. You had both stifled a laugh at the expression on Venable’s face.

You chuckle and press your teeth lightly against her neck. She shivers.

“Are you sure? You don’t vant to suck my blood? Oh Mina!”

You feel her sigh in faux exasperation, as she disentangles your limbs to stand. She strikes you lightly in the chest, and you feign great injury.

“Oh, your vampire strength, it is too much for a mere mortal such as I! My vision, fading...!” You clutch your chest dramatically.

“Must you?”

She is looking down at your theatrical display from beside the bed. She is doing an impressive job of keeping her face straight but you see the corner of her lip twitch upward. You sit up quickly and grin. Her poker face breaks and she laughs.

“Oh, darling, you know I must.”

She laughs at this, leaning down to kiss you once more. She grazes your jaw with her knuckles.

“I have a meeting with Ms. Meade soon. Will I see you later?”

You nod and kiss her palm.

“Of course, love. A horde of vampires couldn’t keep me away.”

She rolls her eyes and pats your cheek.

“You are quite fortunate that you are so enchantingly adorable.”

You are slipping your shoes on as she is readying to leave. You then rest your chin in your hand and bat your eyes at her.

“Aren’t I, though?” You both laugh, kiss again as you part, and take your leave in opposite directions down the hallway.

You slip into your own bed and feel something tickling your chest. You peek down into your shirt and draw out the offending item. A snicker passes your lips as you examine your hand in the candlelight.

Laying draped across your palm is a single very long, very red hair.

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As per usual, upon the arrival of the new group Venable called a meeting. Your attention tend to drift as you watched her. This was nothing new, as you always had paid a fair amount of attention to her before your relationship began. Now, however, your thoughts would stray to how she looked curled up beside you on her couch with her nose in a book. Or how she would absentmindedly braid your hair as your head laid in her lap, while the two of you discussed various subjects at length. How sometimes when she kissed you, she would cling to you almost frantically, as if she feared you were going to slip from her grasp.

As Venable dismissed the meeting, your train of thought was broken. You made your move to leave but before you could take more than a step, you heard someone behind you calling out.

“Hey! Hey, library girl! Wait a minute!”

You turned towards the sound to see the vampire girl waving you down.

Apparently she was a purple now, and you waited patiently as she made her was across the somewhat crowded room.

“Yes?”

You didn’t bother telling her your name, as you didn’t have a chance to speak before she grabbed your hand and a veritable waterfall of words tumbled from her mouth.

“Hey, I know you don’t know me, my name’s Claudia, anyway I wanted to ask if you had a couple books I’ve been looking for, and I was trying to get your attention after dinner last week but I don’t think you saw me. Anyway do you think, if I came to the library sometime that you could help me out?”

You blinked and waited for her to allow you to speak.

“Of course. That’s what I do. You can come by any time.”

She practically beams at you. She is still holding your hand, and you manage to pull away. This only causes her to step closer to you.

“I just really admire that you read to everyone every night, that is really sweet and I don’t think a lot of people would have the patience for that, you know?”

You manage to catch Venable’s gaze as another purple is speaking to her. Your pleading look towards her causes her tip her chin up haughtily. Her expression communicates more than her words could, and you know she is laughing on the inside. She must think this is payback for earlier. Here you thought she would save you when instead she is watching you suffer. You make a mental note to come up with some sort of retaliation later.

“That actually wasn’t my idea. It was Ms. Meade’s, and Ms. Venable’s. So if you want to thank someone, thank them.”

She glances over at shoulder towards Venable and shakes her head. “She is too scary for me, I don’t think I’d ever talk to her on my own. I still think she’s a vampire. Have you ever talked to her alone?”

Your face remains passive, as your hand comes up reflexively to touch the pendant at your neck. Your high collared shirt prevents Claudia from seeing the necklace itself.

“A few times. She definitely isn’t a vampire.”

Claudia flips her hair, leaning towards you. “Convincing people that she isn’t a vampire is exactly what a vampire would do. I’ll see you later, then!”

With that, she is off across the room, grabbing the elbow of another purple as they make their way out of the room. They both look back at you and wave, and you offer an awkward smile in return. Venable has already left and you take your leave as well, heading back to the library.

A few hours pass before you hear a familar voice calling out to you.

“Oh, library girl!”

You roll your eyes; apparently that is your name now. You call out from the side of the room where you were organizing a pile of dictionaries someone had found while cleaning a storage area. “Just a minute, I’ll be right there.”

Standing at your desk is Claudia, with her hand on her hip.

“You said come by anytime, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I suppose I did.” You take a seat and pull your tablet closer to you. “What were you looking for?”

She is twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

“Do you have um...any of the Harry Potter books?”

“Yes, they are over there,” you gesture to your right with your pen. “Anything else?”

She leans her elbows on your desk, peering down at the various items strewn across your workspace. “So what all do you do here?”

You fold your hands in front of you.

“I do librarian things being that I am the librarian.”

“And what do you do with your free time?”

You’re not sure what she is getting at. She drums her fingers on the counter and the noise begins to grate your nerves.

“Is there anything else you need?”

The way she is looking at you makes you uncomfortable. She opens her mouth to speak, and you hear the a far off door shutting. The telltale sound of a Venable coming down the hallway is a relief to you. Claudia seems to take no notice of the approaching woman.

“You have to at least have a hobby, or a boyfriend here or something?”

If it were not for the desk between you, Claudia would most likely be in your face. You leaned back to put some space between you.

Because she is leaning down, you can see past Claudia to the vestibule beyond. You are lucky to catch Venable’s expression as she enters, because for a moment she appears to lose her composure. Her jaw clenches, and you can see the grip on her cane tighten. She presses her lips together; her brows knit together in consternation.

Then, it is gone. Replaced by her usual apathetic visage, she approaches you.

As Claudia takes notice of Venable, you watch the color drain from her face. She looks as if she has seen a ghost, and you cover your mouth to hide your smile.

Venable notices your reaction and her lip raises just slightly, enough for you to notice but unbeknownst to Claudia. Her tone as she addresses her is unnecessarily friendly. She knows exactly what she is doing.

“Ms. Bell. How are you this afternoon?”

She has managed in one movement to place herself closer to you than Claudia is, and has placed her hand on your desk.

She had done this once before, when the pompous ass had been blatantly flirting with you months ago. You now recognize this possessive display for what it is. She was doing it then and she is doing it now; this is her making her claim to you as well as she can in the position she is in. You simply cannot help the grin that crosses your face.

Claudia is doing her best fish out of water expression. She finally manages to speak; her silence is a marvel given her recent loquaciousness.

“I am--I’m good, Venable. How are you?” She leans against your desk, trying to look casual. You rest your chin on your elbow, and place your free hand on your desk. You note with a spark of pleasure that Venable’s hand slips forward to curl around the edge of the counter. This action puts your hands within inches of one another.

“I would certainly be better if you addressed me as Ms. Venable. I am not on your little league baseball team.”

She takes a step towards Claudia. Claudia almost winces.

She is terrified. You are glad your hand is somewhat covering your mouth. Your eyes pass from one woman to the other and you press your grin to the knuckles of your hand.

“Yes, Ms. Venable.” She folds her hands in front of her. It is becoming increasingly hard to contain your mirth at this entire situation.

“I am feeling, a bit parched however. I do believe I should find myself a drink.” Venable removes her hand from your desk, rubbing her neck in a lazy manner. The look on her face is almost predatory and for a split second, you feel bad for the poor girl. Only for a second, though.

“I’ve got to go. I--, see you guys later.”

Claudia is away and out the door before you finally give in and laugh so hard that tears come to your eyes. Venable looks exceedingly proud of herself for scaring Claudia off.

“You know that poor girl is going to go tell anyone she finds that you actually are a vampire?”

Venable shrugs as she chuckles along with you. “Believe me, I have been called worse.”

“Why didn’t you save me from her earlier? You left me there!”

She picks up a scrap of paper from your desk, motioning for a pen. You place it in her hand as she begins writing something. “It was what you deserved after your little stunt this morning. You can handle yourself well enough. I needed a bit of entertainment.”

She finished her note, folds it and slides it across to you.

“I will see you after dinner. Do be on time.”

“I always am.”

She smiles, and you smile, and your heart beats a little faster. By the way she bites the edge of her lip, you are certain her feelings are similar.

She goes to take her leave, and you open the folded paper in your hand. Written in her impeccable cursive are three words.

-I adore you.-

You call out after her retreating frame with a broad smile across your face.

“Same here!”

You fold the paper in half again and slip it in your pocket.

Your smile remains long after her departure.

Your reading at dinner is the usual experience, however you notice Claudia has recovered from her afternoon and is again watching you intently. This does not go unnoticed by Venable, and you often see her shift in irritation when Claudia laughs a little too hard at something, and claps a little too much upon your completion.

She makes a beeline for you at the chime of the clock and before you can manage to avoid her, she is at your side. Her hand curls around your bicep to hold you in place. She leans toward you, and you make no move to reciprocate.

You see from the corner of your eye that Venable has left her seat and is making her way towards you. For a moment you are thankful that she is not planning to leave you here again. Claudia makes no attempt to lower her voice and her question causes you to balk.

“Would you like to come to my room? Maybe we can...” she squeezes your arm lightly. “Get to know each other better?”

You can’t help but laugh at the capriciousness of the question.

“Do you even know my name?”

She is looking up at you through her lashes. “I’m sure it will come up.”

You pull your arm from her grasp, looking over to see why it was taking Venable so long to get to you. To your surprise she is gone. Apparently she left when you weren’t paying attention. You turn back to Claudia.

“You’re sweet, but I’m not interested, okay?”

She drops her hand, nodding. “Well...it was worth a shot, right?”

“I admire your forward attitude, but I’m not looking for anything like that.”

You can tell you’ve taken some wind from her sails, but she pats you on the shoulder. “See you later, library girl.”

You roll your eyes, ducking down the corridor towards Venable’s room when no one is looking.

You barely knock on the door before Venable opens it and grabs your hand. She pulls you in and you shut the door behind you.

Before you can ask where she went, she backs you up against the door. She says nothing to you, only covers your mouth passionately with hers as her free hand tangles in your hair. She is kissing you hard, her hand slips from your hair down your body. You groan as she grabs your ass. She bites your lip and swallows the noise from your throat before pulling away just enough to mutter a demand against your lips.

“Lay down on the bed. Now.”

You do as you are told, swallowing against the lump in your throat as she lays next to you. She is half leaning against the pillows and this leaves both of her hands free. She wastes no time in moving so that she is half on top of you, half beside you. She cannot seem to keep her hands off of you; they are in your hair, on your side, sliding up your back. Her mouth is against your neck again and she is running her tongue over the shell of your ear. You grab her hip as she whispers in your ear.

“She wants you; I can see it.”

The first few buttons of your blouse have become undone, and you make a helpless noise in your throat as she moves down to kiss the exposed skin of your chest.

“I don’t--god, V, I don’t want her...” she is trailing her tongue across your clavicle, and your hips buck against hers as she presses her teeth into your skin. You gasp as she alternates between biting the sensitive skin there and soothing it with her tongue.

“She can’t have you,” she is whispering against your skin, one of her hands brushes against your clothed breast. “You are mine.” She trails her fingertips over it enough times that is is not an accident.

“Yes, yours.”

You squirm beneath her and her and this movement causes her leg to slip between yours. Her thigh comes into contact with your core and in spite of you both being fully clothed, you moan in unison. She rears up to look at you, her eyes are black with lust. You can only imagine yours are the same. Her hands stop roaming your body, and come to rest on your stomach.

You stay like that for a moment, a line between you that has yet to be crossed hangs in the balance.

You slowly place your hands on her hips, biting your lip, as you rock against her thigh. The contact sets sets the ember in the pit of your stomach ablaze. You want to shut your eyes, the absolute pleasure you are feeling is like nothing you have ever experienced. Her lips are parted, a flush paints her cheeks a dusky red that is visible even in the low light of the fireplace.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Her voice is low, husky.

You have to wet your lips to answer her.

“Yes, god yes.”

You grind against her again and she moves to give you better leverage. You can hear her breath catch when you grab fistfulls of the fabric of her dress. You arch your back slightly off the bed, gasping at the intensified contact.

You hear her hiss through her teeth, her hands are buried in your hair. She brings your lips together, again and again, as you move against each other.

You can feel a coiling in your belly, an insistent itch blooming from every place your bodies touch.

You meet her eyes.

You’ve never seen her like this; there is a wild, possessive look in her eyes. Under that bright lust is an undercurrent of devotion and love that makes your chest ache.

You are hopelessly in love with her.

She lowers her head to kiss you again, you lean up to meet her halfway.

Before your lips meet, there are three sharp raps at the door.

She pulls away from you and glares daggers at the poor old oak.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

She moves off of you and you press your hands to your face in a desperate attempt to cool the burning of your cheeks.

She is trying to compose herself, and you sit up on the bed. She is grumbling to herself, straightening her top.

She casts an apologetic look in your direction. You shrug, blowing her a kiss.

With your legs pulled up and your back against the wall, you were out of range of anyone on the other side.

Venable pulled the door open just enough to address whoever was on the other side.

“What?”

To no one’s surprise, the voice of Ms. Meade falls upon your ears. There is a teasing lilt to her words.

“I’m going to go ahead and hazard a guess here. You forgot you told me to come, didn’t you?”

Venable stands up straighter, then, indignantly responds.

“I did not forget. Something else came up.”

You hear Meade laugh.

“Oh I bet, ‘something’ else came up. Something about 5‘7“, light brown hair?”

You snort and cover your mouth. Venable casts a glare in your direction.

“You are not funny, Miriam.”

Venable’s use of Meade’s first name causes no different reaction in the older woman. She chuckles and says sarcastically. “Someone in there thinks I’m funny, Wilhemina.”

You actually laugh at this, and wave away the second venomous look aimed in your direction. What is the point in hiding if she already knows you’re here?

“I fail to see how the two of you find such pleasure in driving me mad.”

You can hear the victorious tone in Meade’s voice.

“The two of us? So she is there, and you are on a date! You really should share your schedule with me; I’d hate to keep interrupting...quality time together.”

Venable ignores her comment.

“If that will be all, Ms. Meade?”

Meade laughs, and you cover your mouth again.

“I’ll expect that night time schedule sometime this week, then? Should I collect it from you, or will it be available at the library?” You can’t help laughing aloud at that one, and you her Meade laughing as well.

“Goodnight, girls, have a lovely evening.” You hear her retreating down the hallway, whistling to herself.

Venable shuts the door and gives you a pointed look.

“The last thing I need is you two ganging up on me. I will not allow it.” Her tone carries enough of a joking tone to it that you know she isn’t serious. You take a seat on the couch and pat the seat next to you.

“Come here, will you?”

She obliges, taking a seat next to you. You clear your throat.

“Now, I don’t want you for one second to think that I’m complaining. But will yoy explain to me what all that was about?’

She has a sheepish look on her face, and she tilts her head back to study the rafters.

“I was jealous.”

You place your hand over hers.

“I could tell, but why did you leave after dinner?”

She turns to face you. Her shoulders shrug, she looks down at your hands entwined in her lap.

“Because I could not bear it if you were to leave with her.”

You feel a pang of sympathy, for her honestly and for her clarity. You scoot closer to her to press your lips to her cheek.

“Why would I leave with anyone but you? I love you; I only have eyes for you.”

She turns to meet your eyes and smiles, you almost miss the shiny mist in her eyes.

“Do you really mean that?”

You can tell she needs this comfort, this affirmation. You press your lips to hers softly, without the urgency of earlier.

“Yes, V. I do.”

You sit back, patting the pillow you put in your lap. She moves to recline into your embrace. You begin to pull the pins from her hair, threading your fingers through her long tresses as you unmake her hair.

Her eyes slide shut, and you feel her relax against you. You begin to hum, some soothing melody from a video game you adored before all this happened.

“That is lovely, keep doing that."

Her voice is soft, sleepy.

You’re not sure which she means, your fingers in her hair or your melody, so you continue both as she drifts off in your arms.

#ms venable #ms venable x reader #ahs femslash #reader x venable #wilhemina venable

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Terminal State

Summary: She tried leaving, submerging herself in work to escape the horrors she had seen. The horrors she kept seeing. She never wanted to go back to that life. But when the Empire takes her home, she's forced to face her past. Can she move on? Can she cope? Or will she require a bit of help? still bad at summaries, still working on it. ever so slightly more than slight AU gadioxoc

Prologue

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The stagnant odour of vomit entered the room as the monitors beeped in a frenzy. Humming lights were drowned out by the sounds of retching and screaming. The man on the bed was done emptying his stomach of bile and began to spasm. Nurses piled in to hold him down, pushing medication through the intravenous tube attached to his arm. The temperature in the air was rising from the many warm bodies inside. They yelled orders in a frantic attempt to calm down their patient. His screaming persisted, the monitors joining in as they whined in despair. The gurney shook, making the room feel as if it were undergoing a tremor. Then it was silent.

A pair of hazel eyes looked around, observing the now-sedated patient. He was completely bald, overweight, and pale, with eyebrows that were furrowed in pain. The oxygen mask under his nose eased his troubled breathing and he glowed in the light, skin coated in a thick sweat. His rounded face had been lowered into a flat position, making his extra chins smooth back out into a neck. The man's arms were limp and red from his earlier struggle. Nurses and cleaning staff had moved to clean the vomit from around him and sterilized where it had seeped onto the floor. The monitors showed that he was stable but what would happen when he woke up?

Dr. Virum looked down at her scrubs, covered in the man's bile. She could feel it in her hair, and as she did her eyes shot toward the clock. Her shift was nearly over and all she would have to do is write up the paperwork for this patient, clean up, and go home. Virum grabbed a disinfecting cloth to clean her skin and face, then ran her hands through the alcohol-based hand dispenser and rubbed them together. Once her hands were dry she grabbed his chart, noting the man's health issues. She looked back at the patient thoughtfully, grabbing her pen from the pocket of her lab coat. It, too, was covered in vomit. She sighed, threw the pen in the garbage, and walked toward the nurse's station to grab one of the pens there.

"You reek," said the resident nurse sitting at her computer, "What do you have for me?"

"48 year-old male presents with severe abdominal pain, dehydration and shortness of breath. Set up oxygen, administered fluids and it resulted in rejection. All over me," she said, signing off on the chart and handing it to the nurse, "Patient was very anxious and began to seize, pushed three milligrams lorazepam. Anxious behaviour continued, so we gave him two milligrams of ketamine. Patient is sedated and resting. I'm ordering a CBC, an EKG, and a stool sample."

"You got it."

"You'll have to transfer him, my shift is over."

The nurse looked at her watch, "So it is. Are you actually planning to go home this time?"

"I think so. Getting puked on was definitely a sign I shouldn't be here this long."

The nurse laughed, "I praise you. Try and get some sleep, okay? You look like a zombie."

"You look pretty too. Have fun."

Virum hurried away, hoping to escape the hospital before another patient arrived. She wasn't so lucky.

"Incoming!" another nurse yelled.

Virum looked behind her as the doors burst open. Two paramedics were wheeling in a stretcher with an unconscious young girl on it. Her neck was in a brace and the medics were squeezing oxygen from a bag into a tube running through a hole in the girl's neck. She wasn't breathing on her own. Close behind them was the girl's mother, frantically following the stretcher. An orderly kept the hysterical woman out of the treatment room her daughter was brought into.

"Talk to me," Virum said as firmly as possible.

"13 year-old female, car accident, GCS: eight, blunt trauma to the sternum, not breathing, severe blood loss," answered the medic.

"Alright, transfer her on my count."

They put a bed right beside the stretcher, the paramedics on one side with the doctor, three nurses on the other side. Another nurse continued to pump oxygen from the bag. They gripped the backboard tightly, getting ready to lift.

"One, two, three!"

It only took a few seconds to hoist the girl onto the gurney. The paramedics quickly got their stretcher out of the way as the nurse continued on oxygen duty. After getting her hooked up to the monitors, they noticed she had a dangerously elevated heart rate. Virum ordered the nurses to find some medication to slow it down, then gave directions to the head nurse.

"Prep the operating room, her lungs are crushed and we need to relieve that pressure. Grab some blood from the bank and replace what was lost. Fill in the mother and do a full follow up with the relief doctor."

"Yes ma'am," said the nurse.

Porters came to wheel the bed out of sight with the mother following behind like a hawk. Virum sighed again, taking off her gloves and putting her hands through another round of sanitizer. She walked out of the treatment room in near defeat. What a day it had been. Most of it had been so quiet, with the usual mix of drug-seekers and hypochondriacs. She should have known it would get hectic later on. Vomit crusted the top of her head and the thought of it made her cringe. Dr. Virum finished signing off on the paperwork and handed it to the same charge nurse.

"Get out of here," the nurse said.

"Already gone," the doctor replied, hands up in defeat.

Virum walked toward the locker rooms as quickly as she could, definitely unwilling to get pulled into another job. She didn't even register the people she passed, the exhaustion of sixteen hours of work finally settling in. Graveyard shift was bad, and even more so when she ended up working until mid-afternoon. But then, if she were at home she would just be finding an excuse to come in any way. It wasn't like she had any sort of life beyond her work. Virum walked into the locker room, nodding at the doctor coming to relieve her. The two didn't speak, the look on her face suggesting she was in no mood for talk. Not like she ever really was any day. She punched in the combination to her locker, opened it, and took out a change of clothes. Grabbing her personal cleaning supplies and a towel, she headed into the showers.

Steam billowed out from the stall almost immediately. A blissful sigh escaped her once the scalding water touched her skin, turning it red instantly on contact. Her eyes closed once she was surrounded by the heat, providing her with the long sought-after comfort only achieved in such a scorching environment. Moments like these were peaceful, allowing her to lose herself and chemically recalibrate her mind. They were never long enough, and it was with agonizing regret that she forced herself to leave the tranquillity of the shower's warmth.

The doctor ran the towel over her head after getting out, drying her hair and face off a bit and then wrapping it around her tiny frame. She grabbed her fresh clothes and took them to the counter where the sink was. The mirror was a bit foggy, but not enough to hide the reflection that stared back at her. Layers of hair reached to just under her chin. It was a light dirty brown, with blond highlights running through it. Her skin was pale and her eyes were bloodshot with dark circles smeared under them. The zombie comparison made more sense now. Even the scar running from her mid-neck down her collarbone stood out more than usual. Her gaze bore into it for a few moments, her head awash with unwanted memories before she tore her eyes away from the mirror with disgust.

The towel was fairly time consuming, so she grabbed a blow dryer to get it over with quicker. It didn't take long and now the hair flared out from her face, covering the back of her neck. She dried off the rest of her body and slipped on her jeans, socks and boots that ran up to her mid-calf. Pulling on the long sleeved v-neck shirt, her eyes searched for her most important item. She removed the pendant she had worn during her shower, a silver chain with a disc encircling a tree. Her leaf-shaped earrings returned to their rightful place, at the base of her ears where they tended to dangle and move with her head. The rest of her earrings - a dragonfly in her left ear, an anchor at the top of her right ear, and a silver hoop in her right earlobe - never needed to be removed. She applied the light coating of makeup she usually wore, in a vain attempt to look more lively if anything. Virum looked herself over and at last packed up her things, satisfied that she at least looked less zombie-like than before.

She placed her bag in her locker and pulled out her purse. The satchel-like bag was placed over her shoulder, the bottom of the bag hugging her right hip. Next came her grey and black striped fingerless gloves, and then she put her arms through her black form-fitting light leather jacket. The locker door was closed with a bit of a slam before making sure it locked and then walked briskly out of the room. Virum was passing by the emergency department, ready to make the break to her car when the charge nurse stopped her.

"The Bossman needs you," said the nurse.

Virum frowned. "What about?"

"He didn't say."

She sighed. "Thanks, Gin."

The nurse nodded, turning back to her desk as the boss arrived at the nurse's station.

"Leaving?" he asked. He was a stocky man, balding on the top of his head and sported a mustache - although it didn't fit him at all.

"End of shift, sir," she said in her most pleasant voice, "I've been here sixteen hours."

"I need you to go to the Citadel," he said, completely unaffected by her words.

"What? Why?"

"They need a doctor to fill in there, being short staffed with the war and all. You're the only one we can spare."

"But sir," she protested, "I just finished a sixteen-hour shift. You had all that time to find a relief for me."

"I know, but the King asked and you know I can't say no."

"Why can't another doctor do it? Or even yourself? I specifically requested to never work at the Citadel."

"To be perfectly honest, Doctor Puinon asked for you."

Virum sighed, "Very well."

"I'll switch your morning shift tomorrow to the afternoon if I can. I'm sorry, but… King's orders."

"Yeah… " she replied dryly.

The Boss nodded and walked away. Virum groaned, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before she begrudgingly left the hospital and headed toward her car. She started the engine, put on her seat belt, and then nearly collapsed on top of the steering wheel. Fatigue wore away at her and she knew that there was no way the Boss was going to move her shift to the afternoon tomorrow. He knew she was a total pushover, that she would work 24/7 if allowed to. But her body was protesting. At least at the Citadel there usually weren't any emergencies, just Kingsglaive and Crownsguard getting a few bumps and bruises during training. She might even be able to relax a little for once. With that fresh excuse in her mind, Virum pulled her head up and began the drive to her third consecutive shift.

There was no trouble at the gate, her hospital badge allowing Virum to enter with ease. The overenthusiastic guard had known she was coming and directed her to the closest parking lot. She thanked him with a smile, not having the heart to tell him that she already knew where she was going. Puinon's usual spot wasn't taken, so she parked her car there. He obviously wasn't going to use it and she had no desire to drive around looking for a free space. Virum then opened up her trunk, grabbing the spare work clothes she kept packed inside. Yeah, she was definitely a workaholic. On her way toward the clinic she stopped in at the cafeteria, grabbing herself a small latte. Ordinarily, she didn't put caffeine in her body but given how long she'd been working, her willpower wasn't up to its usual standards.

The Citadel was buzzing with all kinds of workers. There were easily close to a thousand people living there, including the King and his son. Although she had heard his son no longer lived there, she was sure he visited on occasion. Virum hadn't met with any of the royals or their Kingsglaive and Crownsguard in quite some time, nor did she want to either. Not anymore. She walked the familiar path toward the clinic, ignoring the memories within her that wished to resurface. That life was behind her. The doctor walked into the entrance of the clinic and reported to the nurse's station. The charge nurse looked way too happy. It must have been early in her shift still. Virum tried to not look too envious as she allowed the nurse to lead her to the changing room.

Virum spent the first four hours mostly sitting around, tending to a couple of sprained ankles and one broken arm. She was happy with that, using the extra time to finish up the paperwork that she was falling behind on from the emergency department. The nurses in the clinic were very thorough with their examinations and didn't need Virum's guidance very often. At least she had been right about this being an easy shift. She even got a couple of short naps in between patients and managed to finish the backlog of hospital work that she didn't even have to do, with only an hour before she could go home. Something she heard one of the nurses say made her frown. They were speculating as to whether or not the rumours about her were true, apparently unaware that she could hear them. This was why she liked working in the emergency department over at the hospital. Everyone there was far too busy to gossip and the few that already knew about her past didn't bother to share it.

"Doctor, we have another patient for you," said one of the nurses, coming in to hand over a clipboard with a chart.

Dr. Virum smiled sweetly at the woman as she walked to the patient's room, hiding the irritation she had felt from overhearing them. She closed the door behind her, not even looking up and grabbed her pen to correct mistakes written by the nurse. Down went the chart and on went her gloves after washing her hands before she picked up the chart again, still not looking up.

"Okay, 23 year-old male presenting with a head wound and possible concussion," she muttered, mostly to herself, "Cause of injury: sparring. We definitely haven't had a lot of that today."

"Not here of all places!" she heard someone say, laughing.

Virum placed the chart down and looked up. There were four men in the room, three seemingly uninjured and one with the laceration. On the right of the patient was the smallest of them. He was the one that had spoken, his face red under the eyes that were freckled. The unruly blond hair on his head gave him a more youthful appearance. On the left was a more stern-looking man, with sharp features accented by the glasses clinging to his face and dirty blond hair swept up at the front. He had green eyes and was dressed quite formally. Standing just slightly in front of him was a boy she recognized from the pictures to be Prince Noctis, the son of King Regis. He had a mess of navy hair with angular blue eyes and a sullen look on his face.

The patient of the group was by far the largest of them. Even sitting down he towered over the other three. His arms were as thick as small tree trunks and covered in tattoos. His hair was shaved at the sides but spiky on top as well as long at the back. He sported a beard around his jaw and gentle amber eyes. Although he was smiling, his mountainous form still made him quite intimidating. The laceration was on his left eye, starting from his forehead and reaching diagonally down to stop just under his cheekbone. It looked like he'd been lucky; managing to miss his eye socket. It had been cleaned previously, which meant he was only here as a precaution. Virum walked over to him, taking his chin in her hands, her hazel eyes scrutinizing the injury. While it was unlikely to be necessary, she wanted to make sure there was no damage to his actual eye. She let his face go then, taking a step back.

"Okay, Mr..." she glanced at the chart, "Amicitia. Want to tell me what happened?"

"He wounded his pride, that's what," said the boy on his right, giggling.

"Prompto," the stern man spoke with a warning tone.

"We were sparring and I won," explained Prince Noctis with evident pride.

"He got the best of me this round," added the patient, "Iggy already cleaned it up but he said I was better off coming here,"

"Well, Iggy was right to be careful," she agreed, "I'll also compliment him on how well he cleaned it," she placed the stethoscope on his chest and commanded, "Breathe."

Amicitia complied and continued to do so with all of her wishes during his examination. There appeared to be no obstruction in the lungs or airways. Satisfied, Virum removed the stethoscope and placed it around her neck once more. Carefully, she placed her hands underneath his chin to feel for any sort of swelling or tenderness. He didn't react and she took that to be a good sign. The next thing to be examined were the lymph nodes, where she felt some abnormalities. But they were faint and nothing to worry about. She ran her penlight once over his right eye, then carefully opened his left eye and ran it over that. The results were conclusive with the swelling she had found in the rear of his head.

"Follow my finger with only your eyes," she instructed.

Virum held up her left index finger and moved it from left to right slowly. His amber eyes followed her more so than her finger. She managed to keep a straight face in spite of it. Virum then moved the finger up and down.

No issues there, so she prompted, "Now with your entire head," and repeated the movements, noting his the discomfort as he moved his head. She could only assume he was trying to put on a brave face for his friends in the room.

The report on the patient said that he had been given a potion after the sparring match and that he had a cut and a minor concussion. The laceration was very thoroughly cleaned, this Iggy character was very professional, but it would still need stitches to heal properly. The doctor picked up the chart and a pen before beginning to write.

"Mr. Amiticia—"

"Gladio," he corrected.

She smiled insincerely, "You have a small concussion and that cut of yours will need stitches. I need to prepare a few things, but then I'll be back to patch you up and send you on your way."

He grinned, "Thanks, Doc."

Virum nodded a little stiffly before exiting. She made the trip back to the nurse's station, clearly interrupting a conversation they'd rather she didn't hear.

"23 year-old male," she explained, "minor concussion, small laceration to his head on the left side. Can one of you please prepare the repair kit while I finish my report?"

"Yes ma'am," a nurse said at once, taking the chart and hurrying away.

After a glance at the other nurse - who was still staring at her - Virum went to the bathroom. Splashing water on her face was tempting, but her makeup was still mostly intact and she wanted to keep it that way for just a little while longer. Beats per minute in her heart was increasing thanks to the anxiety of the ensnaring gossip. But her hands had remained steady. Good, because once she was done stitching up the Crownsguard she could go home. That was the last time she would ever work 24 hours straight. As much as she loved immersing herself with the distraction of work, she did need time to try and sleep her usual hour or so here and there. Slapping her pale cheeks lightly, she took a large breath and willed herself to focus.

Virum walked back into Mr. Amicitia's room, his friend's joking comments stopping after she opened the door. She was about to pull up a stool but decided against it. Amicitia was much bigger than an average person. The nurse had laid out the tools she needed and stood at the side of the room, waiting for instructions. Dr. Virum grabbed a cotton swab and dipped it in the blue fluid, running it along the laceration gently, a numbing agent.

"Please be still," she advised.

He didn't move, so she began threading the first stitch through. The needle moved through the skin without a problem. The doctor could hear the young boy, Prompto, making noises while the Prince looked away uncomfortably. Iggy, however, was watching her with the same intensity that her patient was, although Virum was sure it was for different reasons. Iggy appeared to be trying to learn her technique while Mr. Amicitia was clearly just fawning on her. She largely ignored them both but was still a little distracted by the warm breath on her neck as she worked. It just reminded her that she was cold, she was always cold. Once she was finished, she cut the remaining thread before expertly tying it off. The doctor's pen came out one last time to write down a prescription.

"You're all set. Take this for the pain and try not to exert yourself for the rest of the week."

"Thanks, Doc," he said again, his fingers brushing against hers as she handed him the paper, "You wanna grab a beer?"

She swung around, looking at him incredulously. It was for only a very brief moment, as she smiled again.

"Sorry, I don't date patients."

"I'm discharged, remember?" he held up his prescription with a grin.

She took off her gloves and sanitized her hands, "I don't date Crownsguard," she spoke again before closing the door firmly behind her.

"Oh, swing and a miss big guy," said Prompto, laughing.

But Gladiolus's eyes didn't register defeat. He was still smirking at the door she had gone through, not even really hearing Prompto and Noctis laugh at him. As her words were spoken, there was only one thought on his mind. Challenge accepted.

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thanks for reading. i’m not a medic of any kind so if i make a mistake please feel free to let me know.

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melmac78 · 4 years

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Hard to believe a year ago tomorrow (Nov. 7) it’ll have been one year since I was rear ended by a pickup truck.

Looked at the pics today and still go I’m blessed and thankful I walked away from that.

Seriously- I was hit hard enough for the boot to be the back seat, and so many things could’ve happened.

I personally think I was lucky I didn’t know I’d been hit until I saw the back bumper fly to the front of the car and heard the back window shatter and fall like crushed ice (this may explain an increased aversion to ice in drinks). Wasn’t KO’d - medics would’ve known that one, but it happened so fast o didn’t comprehend it.

Still have trouble watching an episode of “Emergency!” (1970s US show) because the plane crash sound matches the car crash. (My poor cat at least caught my being upset and let me hug her).

“SOS/2” didn’t really make me flashback but I emphasized with Gordon and his hurt of TB4 being broken earlier on.

Tomorrow will be good: got two leathertooling projects I must finish (prizes I donated) and maybe some sort of band (sea life/basket weave stamp?) made. Breaking in my shoes for half marathon in two weeks (which I think going to match my lime green “your in last pen and you’re gonna like it” bib), and need to wash my tie dye hoodie for the event.

I can still have the Gordon effect without the Hawaiian shirt - it’s for after the event. 😊

And I FOUND my TOS Thunderbird pendant! 😆

As it stands tonight I cover a football game for another team we focus on. (Main one a bye week). This is good as they’re advancing to playoffs and I won’t get to travel with them (state may be debatable) so I will have file.

Sorry if this is long, but this shows the week I’ve had: and why I’ve got to put things in perspective.

Might not have been here a year ago tomorrow.

#melmac78 observation #car wreck date notation #anniversary is celebration and memorial a mouning it’s neither here.#and bit of Gordon Tracy/TAG/TOS thunderbirds to boot

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diyunho · 7 years

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The Joker x Reader -“Obsession”

The Joker has an obsession: you. He doesn’t really need another one added to the pile but…anyway, here it is. Brace yourself you lucky girl - you’re in for a treat.

Related to this: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162770482096/the-joker-x-reader-yuki

– He keeps on dropping things on purpose so you can pick them up, this way he can stare at your butt.

You know, for being the Joker, your boyfriend is pretty clumsy: he keeps on dropping stuff all the time. Like, right now, he just dropped his pen and you are fast to bend over and get it for him.

Intense purring immediately follows.

– J took you shopping and you were so excited when you smelled “Gucci Guilty” for men. You thought it’s a divine scent and he got 10 bottles without you knowing, replacing his current cologne with the Gucci one. He has those stashed all over the place while he still keeps in sight his usual fragrance: Clive Christian - “No.1” .

You have a feeling he smells like “Gucci Guilty”.

“Are you wearing Gucci Guilty?” you sniff the air around him with a huge smile on your face.

“Nope,” The Joker keeps on piling up money in boxes, trying to ignore you.

“Are you sure?” the insistent question pops up because you got a vibe you’re onto something here.

“I think I know since I’m the one that put it on, hm? Stop pestering me!!!” he barks your way and you just turn around, biting on your lip, stricken with fascination: your boyfriend does smell like GG, no point in denying it. Where is the damn bottle? (Well… bottles, but you have no clue there are 10 of them).

– You love knives; they are your favorite weapons. Mister J believes it’s classy as hell: in a world of guns, his girl is sooo stylish using sharp blades. You don’t know yet, but he ordered 50 personalized gold plated knives with your initials on them. He plans to give them to you for your 2 year anniversary.

* J totally loves it when you use him as target practice: such a turn on when the blades shriek by him, he gets very impatient.

“Don’t move, baby, I wouldn’t wanna cut something you might need to use later, hm?” you always wink at him, teasing even more just because you can.

Your boyfriend loves guns. So you will surprise him for you 2 year anniversary with a special gift: you will order 20 personalized guns for him from the place that all Gotham’s underworld knows about. Upfront they sell jewelry but the basement it’s a different story.

“I want to order 20 customized guns: half green, half purple background, gold plated,” you start your order.

“Sure, may I ask who they’re for? We can personalize even more,” the guy offers, pointing towards the multitude of catalogues lying around.

“Daddy,” you reply, absent minded since some fancy grenades caught your eye.

“How old?”

“Ummm…Probably… around 39,” you debate, deep in thought.

“Oohhh, OK,” the seller finally understands.”Got’cha!”

You smack your lips and it clicks for the person.

“Hold on, is the order for Mister J ?”

“Of course it’s for him, who else?!” you frown, irritated by the question.

“Oh my God, so sorry, I didn’t recognized you with this purple hair!”

“Whatever!” you grumble, grouchy he needed so many hints to figure it out.

“Would you also like to add his logo on all the guns?”

You roll your eyes, exasperated:

“Well, duh, HE IS The Joker, isn’t he???!!!!”

“Such a Goddam temper,” he thinks, aiming not to annoy you since you are famous for your short fuse.

* You totally love it when J uses you as target practice: such a torn on when the bullets shriek by your ears, you get very impatient.

“Don’t move, Pumpkin, I wouldn’t want to shoot something you might need later, yes?” and he always takes his shirt off, teasing even more just because he can.

– He likes to watch you sleep. Sometimes The Joker spends hours just staring at you. One night he cut off a small strand of your hair and hid it in the nob of his favorite cane since it’s hollow, this way he always has a piece of you with him. He detests being so infatuated but he can’t help it.

You like to watch your boyfriend sleep; you spend hours just staring at him. One night you cut off a strand of his hair and hid it in the pendant he gave you last year and never part with, this way you always have a piece of him with you. You hate it that you are so infatuated but can’t help it.

And you love his hands. When he’s asleep, you just like to look at his fingers, pressing your palm against his, caressing the soft skin. Sometimes he wakes up.

“What are you doing, Princess?” he opens just one eye, not knowing what’s going on.

“Nothing,” you are fast to reply, kissing his knuckles and keeping one of his hands prisoner for the rest of the night.

– Once every 3 months or so, your boyfriend is in a good mood so you try to take advantage of the rare occurrence. This time, for example, you convinced J to let you put makeup on him because you want to have an idea on how he looked like before the “Ace Chemicals” incident. A little bit of foundation to cover the scars and tattoos, bringing the skin and lips to a natural tone plus a dark blonde wig with a similar haircut to cover the toxic green locks.

“Wow, you were so gorgeous before too!” you gasp, admiring your work and how flawless The Joker seems. In your opinion, of course; Batsy wouldn’t share the same belief.“So this is how you looked like before?!”

“More or less,” he smirks, loving to see you so worked up about the whole thing. “Can’t argue with that statement though, I am a very good looking guy.”

You take a picture of him like that and set it up as your new screensaver, gulping when he gets up all shirtless, taking the wig off, being done with the experiment. A miracle doesn’t last for long - just like his patience.

“I’m gonna go and wash this stuff off,” he stretches and heads towards the bathroom when you block his way.

“Noooot so fast, handsome. I was kind of thinking to have a one night stand with this stranger I’ve just met,” you lock your arms around his neck, determined to have fun with him like that.

“Well, this stranger’s services are very expensive. I come with a high price. Still interested?” The Joker grumbles in your ear because he doesn’t want to say no to some crazy stuff for sure.

You just snicker and push him on the couch, starting to undress.

* Later you both go to one of your clubs to enjoy a night out. While you change your dress in the VIP room upstairs, one of the waitresses brings J his drink, thinking she can finally get you in trouble with your man. She despises you but you wouldn’t know since you never pay attention to those girls.

“E-hem, Mister J?…” she clears her throat, getting ready to talk crap.

“What?” he snarls, watching over the club from behind the smoky windows.

“Sir, I’m sorry to bring the bad news, but I think your girlfriend is cheating on you,” she blurs out and he lifts his chin up to finally look at her.

“Is she?”

“Yes, Mister J, I saw it with my own eyes. Y/N keeps on glaring at the screen saver she has on her phone; definitely not your picture sir. I caught her kissing the image and she turned off the cell right away, pretending nothing happened.”

He sighs, tapping his cane on the floor.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir, I swear!” a smile appears on her face, happy you are probably a goner now.

“That woman! How dares she?!” J huffs and pushes her away, then strolls upstairs while she silently follows.

He barges in the VIP room, slamming the silver door behind him.

“Almost done, baby,” you cheerfully announce, putting on another coat of mascara.

“Who is that asshole on your phone?” he raises his voice and the waitress bites on her nails, enticed at your misfortune.

“Umm…My boyfriend?” you giggle and turn to face him, wondering if you’re playing roles again.

“Boyfriend?! How dare you sleeping with somebody else behind my back, huh?” and he tosses the cane to the floor with all his strength, making the woman jump on the other side of the door.

Oh, she’s gonna get it ! she victoriously chuckles to herself, silently clapping.

You are going to get it, but not in the way she thinks.

“I couldn’t help it,” you play along, not having a clue about what’s going on but if he wants to go this way, heeeeyy, works for you.

“You are so paying for this, nobody cheats on me!!!!” J yells, starting to rip your dress off while you do the same with his shirt.

She’s going to pay for it ! I hope he kills her, the woman gets all excited, waiting for the bad turn she is responsible for.

You are going to pay for it, but not in the way she thinks.

She hears a loud thud, your scream and The Joker grunting, then …moans?!

What the hell is going on?! she wonders, baffled, still listening at the door for a few more moments before leaving.

Needless to say nobody saw her again after that night. Who knows what happened? People disappear all the time, right?

– You can fix things and J goes insane for it. He breaks shit on purpose. “Doll, we have a water leak under the kitchen sink !” he shouts and places his elbows on the table, waiting for you.

“Again?!” you reply from the balcony, but go and get the tool box so you can take a look. You get under the sink and begin to work on the problem.

Intense purring immediately follows.

You don’t know how, but something always breaks around the penthouse. It’s a mystery since everything is the best quality money can buy. Like, why do you have another water leak under the sink?! You just had one two days ago. And The Joker is purring so loud. Why is he all excited about?!

– You love huskies so J got you a puppy. Best present ever! Since you love Japanese names, you named the fur ball Yuki. The first trick you taught your doggie makes you melt when you watch it in action:

“Yuki, go bite Daddy!” The puppy jumps from your lap and charges at your boyfriend, grabbs his shoelace and pulls on it while growling up a storm:

“Grrrrrrr!!! Grrrrr!!! Grrrrrr!!!!”

J would love to break its neck, but how can you kill something that kind of growls like you?!

“Cut it out, mutt !” he threatens but bends over to pet the puppy. He hears you whistling with admiration.

“Wow, nice ass baby!”

* The puppy likes to sleep on your tummy. You are watching a movie with J and it’s boring so you need something more interesting to see.

“Yuki, go bite Daddy!” The doggie’s ears go straight up and he rushes to get the enemy, pulling on the t-shirt he didn’t take off yet.

“Grrrrrr!!!! Grrrrr!!!! Grrrrrr!!!!!!!!!”

“So annoying!” The Joker complains, but caresses the fluffy pest and as a response he gets licked all over his face. And barked at too, in between.

You are absolutely and utterly thrilled.

“Now I have two sets of blue eyes I adore,” you grin with admiration, and your boyfriend doesn’t like that.

“I’m the only one you adore. Period,” and he starts growling.

Yuki’s tail wiggles with eagerness while jumping up and down by The Joker.

“Grrrr!!! Grrrrrr!!! Grrrrr!!”

J growls some more; Yuki is stunned and continues to growl also.

“Are you two having a contest?” you start laughing, reaching over to separate the two feisty males. The puppy cuddles in your arms, barking at his other owner.

When The Joker’s arm reaches towards you, Yuki hops on it, keeping it in place, not having any of it.

“Stop it, mutt ! I need my girl!”

His fingers are softly getting chewed on and more growling follows.

“Seriously?! I want to have sex with my woman, get lost!” and Yuki gets lift up and locked outside the master bedroom, but not before it gets more petting and squeezing. His intention was to break the puppy’s neck, but how can you kill something that kind of growls like you?!

– J hopes you are not going to notice how much he’s obsessed with you. It will get to your head and he already spoils you too much.

You hope that your boyfriend won’t notice how obsessed you are with him. It will get to his head and you already indulge his every whim. Even if he is soooo clumsy. Like, right now, J just dropped his gun and you are quick to bend over and get it for him.

Intense purring immediately follows.