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Wrench’s Birthday- Wrencus Oneshots

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*Drug and suicide topic Warning*

It's been a few days and Wrench hasn't been looking too good. He surprisingly showed up yesterday after not coming in for 4 days and he was miserable. That's not all, he barely even talked to us. I've asked him multiple times if everything was ok, and he just replied with "I'm fine" with that fake tone that he gives to stangers.

I'm hoping he comes in today because it's his birthday and I got him something. Usually, it's just me and Wrench that exchange gifts on each other's birthdays.

This year I got him a particular gun, which I can't get out of our 3-D printed machine. Not saying our 3-D printed ones aren't good, it's just that Wrench has been talking about this "Daredevil" shotgun. It's an expensive gun and highly rare because there are only about 50 of them worldwide. And guess who got their hands on it? I grin to myself knowing how ecstatic Wrench is going to be. He's been talking about this ever since I met him, the way he glows when he explained what he's wanted for years.

The day was slow at the hackerspace, just watched the clock go from 8 to 9, to 10, to 11 and it felt like it could never end. I couldn't get up and leave because we all working on something important. Finally, it reached 6:30 I immediately got up and left. I forgot to say goodbye to the rest of them. Since Wrench didn't come in, I decided to stop by his house. It wasn't that far of a walk, it was only fifteen minutes away.

The rain pattered on the blacktop beside me. It was calm, especially when a car doesn't pass by. The birds were chirping and the frogs were croaking. The fog began to roam in. When I turned the corner, I saw Wrench outside taking a drag of his cigarette, also talking to some lady dressed in white fishnets and knee-high boots. They exchanged goodbyes and she disappeared around the other corner. I continued walking staring at the ground. I couldn't help but think he got a hooker for his birthday, I didn't understand why I felt a certain way like I was upset. He thinks he could call up a hooker but can't even chill with his friends?

I was pissed off about that and was going to tell him off but as I walk closer to him, his eyes were shallow and you can tell he was sleep deprived. He was in a trance like he was thinking hard about something. I was concerned about him now.

"Hey Wrench," I say clearing my throat.

He looks up at me with sorrowful eyes. "Hey man." He takes one last hit of his cigarette, throws it on the ground, and crushes it.

There was a moment of awkward silence before I spoke again.

"Well, I stopped by to give you something."

He raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. His eyes glance over to the suitcase, being held by my sweaty hands.

"Okay." He mumbled and opened the door and turned on his living room light. Then the smell takes me back to when I was younger. The stench of cigarettes. How many packs did he smoke a day? I didn't wanna ask because I didn't want to be rude. There have to be like 30 empty cartons laying around. The last time I was here, this place only smelt a tad bit like pot and was a tad bit messy. Now it's worse, probably because he's not okay.

We sat down and Wrench snapped back to reality. He took in his apartment's scenery as I unlock the suitcase.

"Shit man, sorry for the mess." He apologized. "I really got to get myself on track." He rubbed his eyes.

"Hey don't worry man, shit happens in life. You know?" I stared into his eyes and glanced back to the case.

I slide it over to him, and he carefully opened the lid. He looked astonished with his jaw hanging wide open.

"Ma- mar-." He couldn't speak.

"I know, I kno-." I got cut off by Wrench's tight squeeze.

"Marcus I love it!" He sobbed.

"Are you crying?" I gently whispered.

He loosened his grip, then let go shortly after.

"Thank you so much." He grabs the gun carefully out of the case. "How-? How did you-."

"I found it in a dumpster behind Arby's." I grinned.

"Aw fuck off." He nudged me and examined the gun like it was an artwork.

"I gotta try this thing tomorrow. Oh! I got something too!" Wrench got up and ran to his room. Immediately he comes back out holding 2 perfectly wrapped blunts and his bong.

I chuckled. "Man, you're the best!"

******

We leaned back onto the couch and gazed into each other's eyes. We weren't super close though, but I could still tell his eyes were red. We were silent for a few minutes until Wrench smirked and we began laughing our asses off. I don't know why I found it funny but I just did. It felt like we were laughing for hours, but it was probably only for 10 minutes.

"You wanna go somewhere to eat?" I was getting bored and hungry.

"Yeah man sure, we can go to Milos bar around the corner." He stood up. "I'll go grab some..."

I grabbed his wrist. "It's on me, I'll pay."

"Look what you got me, Marcus!!!" He points to the gun. "Just let me at least pay half please?"

I got up and let go of his wrist "No, Wrench. It's your birthday."

"Fine." He exhaled and put his mask back on. "You'll let me pay next time."( ~ ^)

"Alright deal." We head out and began walking.

*****

We arrived and sat down at the bar. Wrench and I ordered water, I'm not sure if we're going to drink tonight, but I have extra money on me.

The bartender served us our water and some chips. Wrench took his mask off and we began snacking on them immediately.

"Damn, these are the bomb," I said with my mouth full.

"I know." He continue to eat the freshly baked chips.

Time went by fast and we realized we were out of them so the waiter comes by and takes our order. We both got appetizers so it was quicker to make.

"So- How've you been? Are you okay?" I started to fill the void of silence that Wrench was purposely creating.

"Ugh-." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm fine." He shoves a whole bunch of taco dip in his mouth for only half of it to fall out. I hand him a napkin and laugh.

"No but seriously, how's your head? What's going on with it?" I asked concerningly.

Wrench looked like a deer in headlights.

"I'm just depressed. As always? What do you want me to say? Aww Kittens, Rainbows, Fairies, blah blah blah." he rolled his eyes.

"What's making you upset." I didn't want to go too far if he didn't want to talk.

"Meh, a lot." He mumbled.

I noticed he was getting upset so he decided to back off. " We don't have to talk about it now, just let me know later if you want."

"Alright, tell me what's up with you?" he pushed the chips to me since he was done.

"I've been worrying about you, but there's nothing new really. We got some work done at the hackerspace." I continued on about the work the crew has done.

"I hope they don't think I bailed on them." he frowned.

"No, no. They're worried about you more than anything." I reassured.

"Really?" he looked shocked. "I'm sorry, I just didn't realize people thought about me."

"Dedsec is family Wrench, including Ray. We're always here." I was concerned that he thought that.

The bartender gave us our food and smelled delicious.

Wrench murmured. "Can I try a piece." then placed a mozzarella stick on my plate.

"Yeah of course." so I gave him a wing.

The bartender asked if we wanted anything to drink, and we ordered a drink each. Wrench got some fancy rum thing and I took a beer.

*******

Time passed and Wrench was on his 8th rum thing and I was on 6 beers. Wrench was more fucked up cause he was slurring his words a tad. I was slightly drunk, I didn't wanna drink too much so we can walk home.

"Heyy M?" He looked up from his drink after staring at it for a while.

"Yes?" I turned over to him.

He got quiet and thought for a moment while tapping the glass. "I don't wanna make you feel bad. But Ima say it anyway if you don't mind."

"Wrench you're not going to hurt my feelings. What's up?" I wasn't expecting much.

He struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket. "I was born at 9:42, it's 9:41."

"Happy birthday!!" I started shaking his shoulder and he softly smiled. I grabbed my beer and gestured to drink. So he grabbed his cup and I put my arm around his shoulders. We cheered and chugged.

"So your 25 now?" I joked.

He chuckled to himself then his smile dropped. He barely managed to say. "You know, yo- you saved m- me today M."

My heart slightly sunk since I was confused.

He looked down at his feet resting on the footrest. "I was gonna end it at 9:42." he gulped.

I was dismayed and my immediate response was to hug him. If I didn't see him today, he would've bit the dust. Fuck man. Losing him would make my life miserable, I just wish he knew that he means so much to me. I wrapped my arms around him tight and he moved closer to me. I can tell he was softly crying on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Wrench. I should've come by sooner, I was so caught up with-" I stopped cause he let go of the hug with tears still forming in his eyes. He placed a finger on my lips. "Shh.." then slowly dragged it down and started at my lips for a second then back up at my eyes. "Don't feel bad, don't apologize. It was my fault. I was so lost in my head man I get into these weird depressive states and it almost won this time again."

"Again?" I raised my brow.

"Yeah, when I was a teen." he picked up his drink and took huge gulps.

"Oh wow." I felt very sorry for him. I had an idea that something was going on but didn't know it was this severe.

"I'm sorry that you're friends with an unstable person. I wish all the time that it would fade away, but it always comes back." His hands were cupped around his drink looking at his feet.

I sighed. "It's not your fault Wrench that's just how you are. Yes, I know it gets scary sometimes, you might have to be more positive in those times You know I care about you, my life would turn upside down."

"I try M, I really do. I have so much ballsly confidence and when it's time to end it. I don't second guess myself. It's my mind M and I can't fix it myself. I think I need meds but I don't wanna take them. I tried overdosing back when I was 16 so it's kinda traumatic taking medicine regularly. Then I think it's just better off..." he stopped for a second "Being fucking dead." He looked up at me with sorrowful eyes.

I was silent processing his feelings. I felt a pain in my chest, I cared so much for him. I hated to see him like this.

"I just realized today, that when I'm with you, they all disappear. I'm able to think again."

That made me smile and I rubbed his arm.

"Not cigarettes, not pot, not beer. Yeah, they help me to confront things with ease but..." He thought for a few seconds. "Since the day I fucking met you they just began to silence. Every time we hung out when I had a low day you always bring me up."

His eyes were moving slowly almost like they weren't keeping up so where he was looking at.

I felt a warm feeling inside me, usually, this happens a lot with Wrench. I just didn't think about it too much before. It was there briefly in the past, this time it was lingering. I didn't know if this was a crush feeling because I thought I was straight.

"That means a lot Wrench, thank you. You always cheer me up all the time. I'll be here through every step of the way" It felt like I was blushing.

"I wanted to say that I'm not saying I depend on you for happiness 'cause I have days that I do it myself. You just mean so much M, you are closer to me than any other friend or even other family I had. You know?"

"I believe you, I believe you." I nodded. "I'm getting tired, and you're slurring a lot, we can continue this convo walking home right?"

He nodded. "Sure thing, imma go piss." he hopped off the and I practically caught him.

"I'm ok, I'm ok." He tried to maintain his balance.

"Are you going to make it to the bathroom?" I placed down the cash with the bill.

"I don't know, maybe not. How are we gunna make it home?"

"We'll find out." I patted his back.

So I guided Wrench to the bathroom he was able to follow he was slow. I also went too and next thing he was holding the wall for balance. So took him back out, grabbed the change, and left the tip on the table.

"Where are we going again?" he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Your house." I opened the door for him.

"Home? It's pitch black out."

I grabbed his hand and he opened his eyes wide. "M, are you making a move?"

"No, you keep closing your eyes I'm going to make sure you don't end up somewhere else."

"Oh. Well Marky Mark I feel something when you hold my hand."

"My hand?" I wasn't too sure what he meant cause he was plastered.

"Oh right! Duhh." He laughed then tripped over his feet. "Shit."

We walked for about a minute till he blurted out. "Wait no, mentally. I feel it inside." he pointed to his chest.

I squeezed his hand and he looked down at the ground grinning.

I hear this one song play in my head by U2. The beginning of where the streets have no name.

The sidewalk was uneven in some places so we were stumbling and laughing hard. We were intoxicated.

At one point Wrench fell into the grass which made me fall onto the cement. He stumbled to get back up then screamed, "I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE ME THIS TIME!" then smiled. "FUCK YOU!!" He raised his middle fingers at the trees. It echoed back strangely and it sent a shiver down my spine. I was still on the ground admiring him and the moment that he was having. I didn't understand why and I didn't need to.

He turned around and his smile was bright and he managed to walk over to me. "You need help there buddy? Why are you on the ground? Didn't I fall?"

"You took me with you." I got back up and held his hand again.

The rest of the way we walked home still holding hands with the beginning of that song still playing over and over again.

We walk into the door he threw his vest on the couch as he dragged me into his room. He ran over to his radio and turned it on.

He tackled me into his bed. "Ahh woah!" I wasn't expecting that.

We were face to face as he held himself up by his hands. He had a big grin that made me blush stupidly hard.

He kissed my cheek and snuggled right up next to me. I put my arm around him and cuddling with him felt so natural and so right. I was focused on the lyrics of this song but I didn't know it. I began running my fingers through his hair.

"What song is this?" I mumbled.

"Explosions, three days grace," he mumbled back.

"I like it."

*******

I woke up and realized I was at Wrench's house. There was something warm wrapping around me and grabbed the hand to look at it. I saw his incognito tattoo and my eyes widened.

"Wrench?" I whisper to myself. Did I sleep with him? Or was this platonic? I was confused so I laid there for about 30 minutes trying to put the pieces together.

I eventually remembered what Wrench told me and then his scream in the woods. But had no memory of us flirting. It felt like a dream trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

So I turned over to him, he was sleeping peacefully and his arm slightly rested on my waist still. I smiled as the butterflies swarm my chest again I remembered the feeling last night. I just couldn't recall what was exchanged between us.

I can't be in love with him, am I? I get up just to clear my head still trying to figure out what happened last night.

I stretch and take in Wrench's scenery, empty bottles, empty cigarette boxes, and dirty laundry everywhere. I check the time it was 9:30 so I figured I would just clean a bit so he can have a fresh start. Living in his apartment would give me much anxiety as it is. I put the blanket back on him and he just looked so adorable. Maybe I am into him.

I silently clean up his room did a load of laundry, threw out the garbage and wiped down his dresser, emptied his ashtrays. Swept the floor and then moved onto his living room. Picked up all his stuff off the ground and then switched the laundry. Sweep and cleaned off the counter and tables. I placed his shotgun back onto the coffee table for later.

I was going to make breakfast, but I had to clean out his fridge and wipe it all down. Then I started, at 1:00 making food for us. While I was at the stove cooking, I heard footsteps from behind.

"Good morning M, why is my apartment cleaned up?" he questioned,

"'Cause I did, after we eat you got to change the sheets. Also, most of your laundry is in the dresser."

He stayed silent so I turned around. His mouth was slightly ajar.

"I just figured you needed a little help for a fresh start." I shrugged and continued cooking.

He sat down on his barstool which was behind me. "What happened last night? What did I tell you?"

I thought for a second. Did he not remember? I barely did but I knew something happened.

"You told me what was going to happen last night." I frowned remembering that part. I placed his plate in front of him and sat down across from him.

"Why are you doing this M? I appreciate your help, I do. I'm just confused."

I knew I would've helped him either way even if I wasn't interested in him. "Well, 'cause I care for you. I was worried about you, so I hope it'll be a bit easier for you."

Then that song started to play again in my head. Then I remember that Wrench pointed at his heart and said inside. He feels something inside in his chest but we were hammered so that was the best way to say it.

"Thank you, M." he was shoving the food in his mouth.

"You told me last night that you liked me, Wrench."

His eyes shot wide open, stopped chewing then swallowed. "I- I what?"

"I had to hold your hand walking home and- you told me that you felt something. I woke up to you on my back."

He looked off to the side trying to remember. "I've always felt something when I'm with you. I just don't remember anything last night."

That gave me so much relief because I was starting to fall hard for him.

"Do you Marcus?" He asked.

I nodded quickly. "Look, I would've given you a fresh start ethier way. But I wanna take this slow Wrench."

"Oh yeah, I agree." He nodded. "I have to recover from it. Marcus I would love to start a relationship with you, but I just can't right now." he started to tear up.

I grabbed his hands and held them. "I know it's hard, I'll be here. You take as much time as you need. If you are having a bad day, call me and we'll hang out."

"Ok, thank you M." he got up and grabbed out empty plates, and threw them in the dishwasher. He noticed his fridge on the outside clean, then opened it. "Oh my god! Marcus! You didn't have to, it looks so much better."

He ran over to me and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me. I wasn't expecting that but shrugged it off.

"You've done so much for me."

We both got up and put the clean sheets on then made the bed. He dove into the bed after it was made. I laughed then it reminded me of last night.

"Hey, do you wanna try out your new gun today?"

"OH MY GOD YES YES YES!!" he bolted into the living room.

I smiled as I walked out of the room and closed the door.

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abrushwithdeath · 4 months

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🎉❤️ obviously he can't let his girl not get a new year's kiss

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It's not like they hadn't already spent a good portion of the evening stealing kisses, obviously, but once 11pm hit, there were no more kisses to be had. Not until midnight, at least. Anna Marie had declared as such just a few minutes past ten because she wanted that kiss at midnight to feel... a little more special, maybe? Actually, she wasn't sure what she'd been thinking and, by the time 11:30 rolled around she was already regretting it. (Who knew an hour could be so damn long?)

She supposed she could have rolled back her decision part way through the hour. She doubted that Remy would complain (though he might tease her some about it). But she was stubborn. Even when she was a little bit tipsy, and even when Remy was pressed so close she could feel the brush of his stubble against her cheek- she was still stubborn. No kisses. She could hold back. Just for the hour, she could hold back. They'd gone so long without kissing before all this that she'd thought it would be easy. Clearly, she was wrong.

But midnight would come eventually. And with it, the start of a new year. To some, that meant a chance to change. An excuse to try to flip their lives right side up and get their shit together. For some, when they inevitably slipped up a month or two in, they'd say to themselves "there's always next year" and fall back into the same patterns as always. Maybe that's why Anna Marie rarely thought of this transition as something so transformative. The calendar reset to "01/01", but your life kept right on chugging along like nothing had changed. It was all in your head. So why not make the effort to make changes on March 12th? Or June 22nd? Or even November 8th at 10pm with a whiskey sour in one hand and blind optimism curled in the palm of the other?

A glance at the clock post-conversation with Logan and Ororo suggested she only needed to wait out 7 more minutes before she'd be kissing him again. Yet she hadn't even though to ask him about what this all meant to him until right here, right now, the ice clinking in the now slightly watered down alcohol at the bottom of her glass. "Got any New Year's resolutions?" She asked Remy, reaching up to brush the satin of her glove along the slope of his jaw. Even through the thin fabric of the glove, she could feel the light prickle of his not-quite-so-freshly shaven facial hair against the pads of her fingers. It sent a little tingle through her. The thought of her lips, her teeth, brushing against the same path her fingers were now following...

Her only resolution was a long standing one, not something that came new and fresh with the changing of the year. She wanted to get this fully under control. She wanted to be able to touch every inch of him, to press her naked body against his. Nothing left between them. But it was more than that: she wanted to let some of the fear go. It would never leave her entirely, she was sure- you don't live as long as she has playing it careful just for that anxiety to disappear overnight. It was about controlling her powers some, yeah, but it was a lot about the mental work, too. And the mental work was a bitch. So she supposed she wouldn't beat herself up over it if the end of this coming year saw her without full control. Still, though, it was a nice thought to think that by the time 2025 rolled in, she'd have it figure out. She told Remy as such, too. Not because he ever pressured her, but because this was something that was entirely within her reach, she thought. "This year, I'm gonna play optimistic. Ain't served me none in the past to be broodin', right? And I suppose ya've proven ya ain't goin' nowhere..." She tapped her finger against his lips with that.

3 minutes to midnight.

"Guess we'll jus' strap in an' see where the years leads," Then, just to tease him some. "Could strap-on, too, if yer willin'..." The words were blatant enough, she didn't need to explain any further. Though she did follow them with a soft chuckle, even if it wasn't intended to detract from the seriousness of her words. After all, it's not like they hadn't discussed it before.

The final countdown started up soon after and she didn't hesitate to get a grip on his tie and tug him nice and close. Her green eyes locked on the red of his and she swore she could feel the sound, the rhythm, of every second tapping inside of her like a living thing. If they'd come this far in a year, she wondered how much further they could make it with another to follow. And hopefully another after that. And plenty more even beyond then.

"5!" Her fingers tightened their grip on that tie just a bit. "4!" And she was leaning up a bit with anticipation. "3!" Every nerve was a live wire- like there was electricity crackling in her veins. "2!" Last year's kiss had been short lived. Much shorter than either would have liked. "1!" This year, though? This year, he'd be hard pressed to get her to stop.

She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against him as their lips met. Forget everything and everyone else. Nothing beyond them existed. At least not for now. She hoped he'd caught his breath beforehand because Anna Marie had no plans on letting him actually stop anytime, soon. Not with the way she was kissing him right now with fingers in his hair and lips parting. She was gonna keep this up until her lungs were screaming or her powers kicked in. Whichever happened first. And, much to her surprise, it was the need to catch her breath that had won out. (It made her wonder just how much more she could do when she wasn't letting herself worry or overthink it all too much...)

The next kiss was smaller, a quick little kiss to accompany a now long overdue "Happy New Year". One which was soon followed by the reminder that they were still, upsettingly, not all alone. Though it was good that they were near the back of the room- she didn't much like the idea of winding up as the center of attention. "Whatcha say we get outta here? Ring in the New Year in a more... excitin' way..."

#lediableblanc amoureuxdechats #v; ''i cannot hide myself from you. i cannot hide my heart from my heart.'' // lediableblanc amoureuxdechats #((Well this ended up being much much longer than I intended. Oops xD))#reply

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chaeryybomb · 3 years

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BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while.

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki

word count: 4.5k

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3

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Let Me Love You

"Smoke and Mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle."

“My cousin Y/N is transferring here to SMU. My parents asked me to stay with her and take care of her, so she and I decided to share an apartment. I know we planned to stay here for all 4 years of college but my parents were adamant.” Taeil said to his friends apologetically.

Yuta got up from the table and scoffed. He would never openly admit it to anybody but in the past year he had gotten really attached to his friends, the members of their new secret society, NCT. After their first semester, they had agreed to rent a house together on the edge of campus that they would all stay in for the next seven semesters of university. “How old is she? 12? She’s a university student, why does she need to be babysat by you?”

The other members eyed Yuta wearily, he definitely had the shortest temper out of all of them. After a long pause, Taeyong decided on a resolution. “That’s okay Taeil, we understand. Just remember we’ll always have a room open for you. You’re still a member of NCT. Every Sunday at 8 we’ll still meet here if that works for everybody?”

Taeyong looked around the table and was satisfied when everybody nodded, the last person he saw was Yuta. Yuta wasn’t happy about this, but he knew it wasn’t really his place to tell his friend not to move out. So eventually, he nodded his head in agreement as well and Taeyong smiled. He didn’t see it but Taeil smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as well.

‘In all 21 years of my life, I have never met someone as infuriating as Nakamoto Yuta.’ You thought as you tossed the left over trash from your cousin and his teammate, friend? You weren't exactly sure what their relationship was. When the Moon cousins had initially agreed to share an apartment together in the city just outside their university, the last thing You expected was to have to deal with a constant stream of rowdy boys constantly going in and out of their apartment.

After piling all the leftover dishes into the sink, You turned on the faucet and began to start washing the dishes. You only looked up and smiled when Taeil spoke to you, about to leave their place “Hey Y/N, thanks for making us dinner. It was really yummy!”

Yuta didn’t say anything. He could sense that You always had some kind of edge against him. It bothered him a little bit, but not enough for him to do anything about it. Whenever he came to hang out with Taeil at his place, you usually stayed out of the way so although your presence may have been uncomfortable. It had never outright inconvenienced him.

Once the two had left, You made your way to the balcony of their apartment. You shrieked when you breathed in the remnants of the cigarette smoke in the air. You looked down to see two cigarette butts in the ashtray that had not been properly snuffed out. You picked them up and tossed them on the ground and stomped on them to snuff them out.

You didn’t have an issue with smoking, you even smoked a cigarette or two in the times you were most stressed out but there were few things you hated more than the smell of cigarettes. After snuffing out the butts, you stormed back into the apartment and picked up your phone to call Taeil.

“Hey, I thought I told you to make sure you take care of the cigarettes and the smell when you’re done smoking them!” You yelled into the phone as soon as your cousin answered. “Look, I don’t have an issue with it, but I don’t want to accidentally burn down our entire apartment complex and you know I hate the smell when you smoke too much.”

You stopped your rant when you realized your cousin hadn’t said anything. Taeil was sweet and usually he would have said something to apologize by now. You looked down at your phone, his name was on the caller ID. You brought the phone back up to your ear “Taeil?”

“Not Taeil. This is Yuta.”

“Yuta? Where’s Taeil? Why are you answering his phone? Can you put him on the line?”

There was a pause, You could hear vague mutterings from the phone before Yuta’s voice was back on the line. “Taeil’s busy right now.”

You heard a groan that sounded like someone got hit and then a bunch of voices that followed in an ‘ooh’. Then you heard a voice that sounded suspiciously like your cousin scream. “Is that Taeil? Is he okay?”

“I’ll let him know you called. I gotta go now. Bye.” Yuta said quickly, trying to end the conversation.

“Wait!” You shrieked before he could hang up. “What’s going on? Where are you guys?”

You narrowed your eyes as you heard Yuta scoff into the phone “your cousin Taeil is a grown-ass man. You don’t have to worry about him alright?”

“But-”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“What?”

“There’s a party tonight at my house. Come, starts at 11:30 PM.”

“No, I don’t want to go to a party. It’s a Tuesday! Is Taeil okay? That sounded like him earlier.”

“If you want to check on your beloved cousin, come to my party. He’ll be there. Loosen up a little bit, it’ll be fun.”

“Um, I’ll think about it.”

“Great.” Yuta said, hanging up before You could say anything else. You stared at your phone, what in the world had just happened? You looked at the clock to see that it was 10:30. You had an hour to decide if you would actually go to the party or not. Who else was going to be there?

You didn’t know very many people since you had just transferred to SMU, so maybe it was a good idea to go to this party and socialize a little bit. You could take the opportunity to potentially make some friends.

Just as You was about to finish touching up your make-up, your phone pinged. You picked it up to see that it was an address from an unknown number. You tapped on the address to see where it was, as you were doing so, you saw a notification of another message. ‘This is Yuta btw.’

The house was on the very edge of campus and close enough that you could just walk there. You were surprised to see that there were already crowds of people both inside and outside the house. There were colorful lights flashing from outside the house.

‘How the heck am I actually supposed to meet anybody like this?’ You asked herself. You took a deep breath and made her way up the stairs and into the packed house. You threaded through the crowd of people dawdling in the foyer, pushing her way to find some space. Eventually, you made her way into the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief once you had some space to herself.

There was a whole bunch of opened bottles of alcohol and stacks of cups laid out on the island in the middle of the kitchen. You moved closer to the island and started reading the labels of the bottles. In Germany you didn’t go to very many parties, if you wanted to drink you would just go to the bar and order a beer. But you didn’t see any kind of drink you recognized here.

“Do you need help?” a melodic voice asked her. You turned around to see a fairy like girl approach her. You didn’t say anything as the girl grabbed the cup from her hand.

“Do you like Coca Cola?” the girl asked. You nodded and you grabbed a large glass bottle and started pouring the liquid into the plastic cup and then you grabbed the large bottle of Coca Cola resting on the island and poured it into the cup before handing the cup back to You.

“I’m Selena by the way.” Now that You could see her up close, she really did look like a fairy. You didn’t comment on the fact that her hair seemed kinda messy or that her lipstick was obviously smeared.

“Nice to meet you Selena, I’m You.”

Just as Selena was about to respond, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist effectively cutting off the conversation. You were shocked to see that it was Taeil who had his arms wrapped around Selena, he was currently whispering something into her ear that made her giggle.

When Taeil looked up, his eyebrows jumped up to see You standing there. “Hey Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Uh yeah, it was kind of last minute. Yuta invited me actually.”

At this, Taeil’s eyebrows rose even higher. He knew that the two had always been at odds with each other. “Yuta?”

As if he were summoned by the devil himself, Yuta appeared in the kitchen. He strode over to the other side of the kitchen island and started digging through the bottles. Cursing when he couldn’t find whatever bottle he was looking for. He paused when he spotted the drink in You’s hand.

“What are you drinking?” he asked. His eyes looked up, one side of his lips pulling up into a smirk when he recognized You. “So the prissy princess finally decided to show her face to the lowly commoners.”

“I’m not a prissy princess.” You said. You looked down at your cup and then over at Selena, you had no idea what drink the girl had made for you.

“Sorry Yuta. I used the last of the rum to make her a rum and coke.” Selena said, a smirk painted on her face. You tried not to appear too nosy when you looked over at Selena to see her leaning into Taeil. Did Taeil have a girlfriend that You didn’t know about?

It was obvious that Yuta was dissatisfied. He stared you down and when you finally turned your attention to him, he looked down at the drink. “Are you going to drink that?”

You looked down at the cup again, startled, then looked back up at Yuta. “Uh, yeah but you can have some if you’d like.”

You handed him your red solo cup over the kitchen island. Yuta plucked it from your hand and took a slug of it before dropping it back into your hand. “It's good. Try it.”

He drank a lot, half of the cup was empty. You lifted the cup to your face and took a sip, you tried not to make a face as you tasted the bitter rum. This is what people drank at parties?

“What do you think?”

“It’s alright.” You said. It tasted horrible and you didn’t want it anymore. But you didn’t want to offend Selena.

“Liar.” Yuta said, he scoffed as he grabbed the cup from your hands and drank the rest of it.

“I’m not lying!” You said, looking over to make sure you didn’t offend Selena. You were shocked to see that Selena and your cousin had disappeared. “Okay, maybe I lied a little bit.”

Yuta tossed his head back and laughed. “Loosen up. You look so uncomfortable. This is a party, go have fun.”

“I’ve never been to a party before. Everyone is already so...drunk.” You said.

Suddenly everything made sense to Yuta, why the darn girl was always so uptight and prissy all the time. He made his way around the kitchen island and stood in front of You before placing one arm on each side of you and leaning down “they didn’t have parties back wherever you came from?”

What was he doing? You thought. You leaned back as far as you could, the expression on Yuta’s face was smug and you weren't sure what he was going to do. Out of all of Taeil’s friends, you heard that Yuta was the wildest and most spontaneous. “In Germany we just go to bars and drink beer. I’ve never gone to an event so...wild.”

“You think this is wild?” Yuta asked. “Have you checked out the basement yet?”

You shook your head. Yuta grinned, almost maniacally and grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you behind him, pulling you through crowds of people. Unlike how you had to push your way between groups of people earlier, the crowds seemed to part for Yuta and wherever he went eyes followed him.

Instead of pulling you downstairs like you expected, he pulled you up a set of stairs and pulled you into an empty room. You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Both You and Yuta could tell that you had been tense and uncomfortable since you had stepped into the house.

“Pick your poison.” Yuta said, pulling open a fridge he had set aside in the corner of his room. “These are all my drinks. This is the good stuff that we don’t share at parties.”

“Wow, you’re letting me have exclusive access?” You said, in an almost mocking tone. Yuta raised an eyebrow.

You bent down to look to see what was in the fridge. You smiled in delight when you saw your favorite brand of beer. You grabbed a bottle and held it against the edge of the fridge and smacked the top with your hand to take off the cap. Yuta didn’t say anything but he was impressed, this was the first time he had seen You behave this way.

Yuta couldn’t say anything when You tossed your head back to take a sip of beer. You made it look like a beer commercial. After a couple more delicate sips, Yuta grabbed one of your arms and pulled you close so that you stood in between his legs and your ear was right up against his mouth.

“Chug it.” he said. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised. Yuta raised his eyebrows in return.

You shouldn’t chug it. That would be unclassy. You thought. But why did you kind of want to? You looked Yuta in the eyes and narrowed your eyes, what was he playing at? The corner of Yuta’s lips pulled up into his trademark smirk as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of the same beer and used his teeth to pop the top off.

Yuta pulled the bottle you drank from out of his hand and replaced it with the one you just opened. He put your already opened one on the desk and grabbed another one before biting on the cap again and spitting out the cap. He clinked the two newly opened bottles together, and lifted his bottle up to his lips.

“I’ll do it with you.” Yuta said.

With the bottle at his lips, Yuta gave you the most taunting expression. He was challenging you, and You never refused a challenge. You brought your bottle to your lips and started pouring the beer back down your throat.

Yuta was both mildly surprised and mildly amused to see how quickly You had finished your beer. In fact, you had finished your bottle before he had finished his. As soon as you finished your first bottle, he picked up the bottle you drank from earlier that was sitting on his desk and handed it to your.

You gave him a look before placing down the bottle you had finished and taking the one you had drank from earlier and tossing it back down your throat as well.

Two beers wasn’t enough to get you blackout drunk. But it was certainly enough for you to start feeling a buzz.

Yuta waited for you to finish your second beer and once you did he took the bottle from you and grinned at you. You grinned back like a loon and with a satisfied grin Yuta grabbed your wrist again and pulled you behind him.

This time, he did pull you down to the basement. And it was wild. It was dark and the lights were colorful. There were people everywhere and this time people did not part for Yuta. People were dancing, or wobbling goofily. The sight was amusing.

You didn’t even notice that you had let go of Yuta’s hand. You found yourself swaying along to the loud beats of the song. You didn’t know who was around you or exactly where you were but you were having fun. Honestly, it was kind of gross as it was super hot and there were at least 5 people pressed up against you but never had you let herself experience this kind of situation.

Yuta cursed when he noticed that You were no longer with him. You would be fine on your own right? He needed to find Taeyong and take care of some things really quick.

You spotted Taeil near a makeshift bar and grinned, you pushed through the people and made your way over to him grinning. He grinned back and waved at you. When you were close enough, he approached you “are you having fun?”

You nodded, dancing along to the beat. “I didn’t think I would but I’m actually enjoying this. I could use a drink though, it’s kind of hot down here.”

Taeil nodded and brought out another red solo cup. “The only thing we have down here is jungle juice. It’s pretty much just cheap wine with juice, but it does the job.”

You took a sip and was delighted to find that it tasted pretty much just like juice and you drank the rest of the cup and before handing it back to Taeil for him to refill. The surprise was evident on his face “I didn’t know you liked these kinds of events. I should have invited you earlier.”

“No it’s okay. I’ve never really been to an event like this before and I don’t think I’d like it. But today I am loosening up.” You declared. You grabbed the cup and wandered off into the crowd of people.

The alcohol was starting to hit you and the people around you were starting to blur. You suddenly felt nauseous when you felt someone grab you by the wrist and jerk you around. When you looked up you saw that it was Yuta.

“Yuta!”

“What’s that in your hand? Where did you get that?” he asked. He tried to grab the cup from you but you kept moving it away from him. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to accept drinks from strangers? Are you stupid?”

You shoved him away, shocked into sobriety by his words. You moved to walk away from him. You thought maybe you had read Yuta wrong and maybe he wasn’t so infuriating but actually he was infuriating and a jerk.

Undeterred, Yuta followed you and grabbed your again. This time he did manage to grab the cup from your hands and he tossed it in a trash can that was sitting in the corner of the basement.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You shrieked.

“What are you doing? Where did you get that drink? It could be roofied.” he yelled.

“What is your problem? I got that from Taeil. You know? My cousin?” You yelled back. This time Yuta had no words. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, you placed both hands on his chest and leaned close to speak in his ear.

“Get lost.”

You used both hands to push him back into the crowd and stepped away from him. You found the staircase that led you back to the main floor and made your way up. This isn't fun anymore. The party was over. Taeil was fine.

“What’s your problem?” Yuta yelled from behind you. You whirled around him and stomped back to him and stood so that you were standing right in front of him nose to nose.

“No. What’s your problem? You invited me to this party. You gave me a drink too! Why are you overreacting over Taeil giving me a drink?”

He followed you out of the NCT house. “Aw, did I make the prissy princess upset? I’m so sorry. Whatever will I do?”

“What’s wrong with you?” You screamed once you were both far enough from the NCT house. You were incredibly irritated, tired, and frustrated.

“What do you have against me? Ever since you’ve arrived at SMU all you’ve done is be such a bitch. To me. And specifically me. Trust me, I’ve noticed.”

You paused. You didn’t realize that Yuta had noticed. You looked away and tried to think of what to say. You couldn’t come up with the right thing to say so you just settled with “sorry.”

“Sorry? You think I’m gonna let you get off with a sorry?” Yuta scoffed. He walked up to you this time, and looked down at you.

“What do you want then?” You asked, not backing down.

“You.” Yuta said, and for a moment it was dead silent. Then Yuta threw his head back and cackled. “That’s what you thought I was gonna say right?”

He didn’t even notice that you had turned around and stormed off back towards the direction of your apartment. He followed you back to your apartment, but he didn’t bother to chase after you. He strolled casually back towards your apartment jingling your keys in his pocket.

As soon as you reached your apartment and reached into your pocket for your keys you cursed when you realized they weren’t on you. You patted your other pockets and fished out your phone hoping that Taeil was still awake. You dialed his number.

“Looking for these?” You heard Yuta say from behind you as he jingled your keys in front of your face.

Just as you reached up to snatch them from him, he moved to hold them behind his back.

“Give those back to me. I want to go home and sleep. This night sucks.”

“No.”

You whined. “Why?”

“Tell me what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry for being a bitch can I have my keys back?”

Yuta looked unimpressed.

“Fine. I’ll tell you why I’ve been rude to you, but can we do it inside? You’ll probably think it’s really stupid once you hear.”

“Okay. Move.”

You moved away from the door, and watched as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. You stepped inside when he gestured for you to go in. He stepped in after you and shut the door behind you both as you both took off your shoes and stepped into the apartment. Once the two of you were situated on opposite ends of the couch facing each other you spoke.

“The first few times you visited our apartment I got the impression that you were upset with me. That you didn’t want me around. So naturally, I decided to act back. Plus, whenever you come here you and Taeil leave this place a mess. The other guys either clean up after themselves or it’s not so bad and Taeil cleans it up himself.”

Yuta didn’t say anything for a few moments. “The truth is, I didn’t want you here. At first.”

“Great.” you said, turning away from him and getting up from the couch. “Get out.”

“Wait.” Yuta said, grabbing your hand before you could leave. “At first. At first, I didn’t want you here. The truth is your cousin is awesome, before you came we and a few other guys lived together and they’re the closest friends I’ve ever had. We were, we are a brotherhood. And I was concerned about what you coming here and Taeil moving out would do to the dynamic of our friendship.”

“So what?” You asked, turning around to look at him. “What changed?”

Yuta didn’t answer and you were getting annoyed. So you tried to tug your hand out of his. But he didn’t let go. Instead when you tried pulling your hand out of his a second time, he pulled you forward, so hard you fell into his lap.

“I realized I was being really dumb. I realized that Taeil’s cousin is really cool and I started to get jealous that she treated all the other brothers better than me. Then...I started to develop feelings for Taeil’s hot prissy cousin from Germany.”

You didn’t say anything as you were straddled on Yuta’s lap. His forehead was pressed against yours and you could feel his eyes looking at yours, trying to make eye contact you. But you were unsure of how to feel, you kept your eyes looking downward. How had things shifted so suddenly? What was this feeling?

Before Yuta could second guess himself he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. He stayed like that, holding his breath and hoping you wouldn’t push him away. When you lifted an arm around his shoulders and moved your lips against him he breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you in so that your bodies were melded together.

When you ran out of breath you pulled your lips from his and leaned back to catch your breath. Yuta moved one arm from your waist up so that his hand held the side of your head. You leaned your head into it and he leaned forward and began to kiss down from behind your ear to your collarbones.

“I-, we should stop.” you were confused and you were tired. How had things escalated so quickly?

Yuta stopped and lifted his head up. He moved his arm back down so that both arms tightly gripped your waist, holding you against him. You moved your hands to his biceps and tried to push yourself out of his grip. “Let me go.”

“Don’t you think that we should talk about it?”

“No. I want to sleep.” You said, still looking away from him and avoiding his gaze.

He lifted you up wordlessly, you gave up on trying to fight out of his grip and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. You tucked your face into his neck.

“Don’t fall asleep.” Yuta said as he fell back on your bed, still carrying you. “The way we are, we still have a million miles ahead of us.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Please, Yuta. I need to sleep and I need to think.”

You were saying one thing, but your face was still tucked into Yuta’s neck and your limbs were still wrapped around Yuta’s body.

“Can I stay?” Yuta asked quietly. The truth was, he was nervous and worried that he had come on too strong, that he had played his cards wrong. But he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard you say.

“Yeah.”

The last thing you heard as Yuta lifted both of you up and under the covers was “don’t you give up. Let me love you.”

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The Disappearance of Brianna Maitland

May 03, 2022

Brianna Alexandra Maitland was born on October 8, 1986, in Burlington, Vermont to her parents, Bruce and Kellie Maitland. Brianna had an older brother and they grew up on her parents’ farm in East Franklin, Vermont, close to the Canadian border.

Brianna went to Missisquoi Valley Union High School, but later transferred to Enosburg Falls High School during her sophomore year. On October 8, 2003, Brianna’s 17th birthday, she decided she wanted to move out of her parents home. Kellie, her mom, said there was no stressors in Brianna’s life that would’ve caused her to need to move out, but that her daughter had wanted more independence and to be closer to some of her friends who went to a different high school.

Brianna often moved in and out of different friends’ places and by February 2004 she had dropped out of high school and moved in with her friend Jillian Stout in Sheldon, Vermont. Brianna enrolled in a GED program so she could finish school.

Three weeks before Brianna’s disappearance, she had gotten in a physical altercation with a former friend, Keallie Lacross at a party. The motive was not clear, but Brianna’s father Bruce later said he believed it was jealousy over Brianna talking to a boy at the party. Brianna was actually trained in martial arts, however her friend who was at that same party claimed that Brianna refused to fight Lacross, who had hit her in the face several times while Brianna was sitting in a truck.

Brianna ended up with a broken nose and a concussion, later filing charges against Keallie. The charges were dropped three weeks after Brianna had disappeared, and also Keallie was cleared as a suspect in the disappearance.

On March 19, 2004, in the morning, Brianna had taken an exam to get her GED. After finishing the exam her and her mother Kellie had lunch to celebrate, Bruce was out of town working in New York. Kellie claimed Brianna had been in good spirits and discussed plans to attend college.

After they finished eating, Kellie and Brianna spent the afternoon shopping. In one store while waiting to check out, Kellie noticed that something outside had caught Brianna’s attention and she told her mother she would return shortly, leaving the store. Kellie finished at the check out and met Brianna in the parking lot, where she said Brianna appeared shaken and agitated.

She told Kellie that she needed to go home and get ready for her shift at the Black Lantern Inn, a restaurant in Montgomery where she worked. Kellie did not ask Brianna what had caused her to become shaken up, as she did not want to pry. Kellie dropped Brianna off at her place with Jillian between 3:30 and 4pm.

Before Brianna left for her shift she left Jillian a note saying she was coming back after she worked. Brianna worked her shift and then clocked out around 11:20 pm. She told her coworkers that she needed to go home and sleep before she worked the next day at her other job in St. Albans. It is assumed that Brianna was alone in her car when she left the Black Lantern Inn.

The next afternoon on March 20, 2004, a Vermont State Police trooper was dispatched to an abandoned house on Route 118 in Richford, about a mile from the Black Lantern Inn. Brianna’s car was found backed into the side of the house, which was known locally as “the old Dutchburn house.” A piece of plywood that had been covering a window laid on the car’s trunk. Two of Brianna’s paychecks were on the front seat of the car, and outside of it there was loose change, a water bottle and an unsmoked cigarette. The trooper believed the car to be abandoned by a drunk driver and it was towed to a local garage.

Brianna was not reported as missing for a few days. Kellie did not know about the discovery of her daughter’s car until 5 days after it was found. Jillian, Brianna’s friend who had lived with her, saw the note Brianna left for her on March 19, but had spent the weekend away and found the note undisturbed on Monday.

Jillian assumed Brianna had been staying somewhere else and did not call Kellie until the next day. On March 23, 2004, Kellie began calling around looking for her daughter, but no one had seen or spoken to Brianna since the Friday. Kellie filed a missing persons report that day, unaware still that her daughter’s car had been found abandoned.

On March 25, Brianna’s parents gave photos of her to Vermont State Police in St. Albans. A trooper showed them the photo of the Oldsmobile found at the Dutchhouse where Kellie identified that that was the car her daughter had been driving. Kellie did not believe that Brianna had left the car backed into the house like that and thought someone else must have.

Several witnesses called in to report that they had seen Brianna’s Oldsmobile at the Dutchhouse that night. A man drove by around 11:30-12:30 am and said that the car’s headlights might have been on. He said he did not see anyone in or around the car.

Another man drove by between 12 and 12:30 am, saying he saw a turn signal flashing on the car. Around 4 am, a former boyfriend of Brianna’s drove past after partying and thought he had recognized the vehicle but did not see anyone in or around it.

The next morning, some motorists found the scene odd and took pictures of it. One of the motorists claimed there was loose change, a water bottle and a bracelet or necklace on the ground next to the car.

The police were skeptical that foul play was involved, and considered that Brianna was perhaps a runaway. Nothing was found at the Dutchburn house and Brianna’s car was processed for laboratory evidence on March 30, 2004. When the car was returned to Brianna’s parents, Bruce said that his daughter’s ATM card, glasses, contact lens case and migraine medication had all been left inside the car.

It was later concluded by law enforcement that foul play was probable. In 2007, a flyer by the FBI stated that Brianna’s car might have been staged to appear as an accident. Brianna’s parents said that if she was abducted it would have had to be by multiple people involved, given her jiu-jitsu training.

Brianna’s case has also been compared to the disappearance of Maura Murray, a college student who went missing in northwest New Hampshire the month before Brianna disappeared in February, 2004. It was deemed to be unrelated however both girls disappeared within 90 miles of each other.

The week following Brianna’s disappearance, the police got an anonymous tip that she was being held against her will in a house in Berkshire, Vermont. The rented house, occupied by Ramon L. Ryans and Nathaniel Charles Jackson, two drug dealers, was raided on April 15, 2004. No sign of Brianna was found.

Interviews with Brianna’s friends led to information that Brianna had experimented with hard drugs in the past, specifically crack cocaine, and knew of Ryans and Jackson.

In late 2004, police got a statement from an anonymous “older female” who implicated Ryans and Jackson in Maitland’s disappearance. The statement was signed and given in graphic detail that Brianna had been murdered a week after she went missing. The woman said that Ryans murdered Brianna during an argument over money she had lent him to buy crack and her body was temporarily stored in the basement of a local woman’s home who had recently gone to jail. The woman also claimed that Brianna’s body had been dismembered and disposed of on a pig farm. Police were unable to corroborate any of this.

The Maitland family claimed they had gotten several anonymous phone calls from people claiming Brianna was tied to a tree in the woods or that she was at the bottom of a lake.

A break came through in 2006, where security footage at the Caesars World casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey, showed a woman who looked like Brianna sitting at a poker table. The woman was never identified but many people, including Brianna’s family believe the woman could be her or at least looks very much like her.

In 2012, police investigated a potential connection between Brianna’s disappearance and serial killer Israel Keyes, who committed many rapes and murders in Alaska, Oregon, Washington, Vermont and New York. The FBI ruled him out in December 2012, shortly after he committed suicide in Anchorage, Alaska.

In March, 2016, police revealed they had recovered DNA samples from Brianna’s car. The results were not made public. In July, 2016, the farmhouse where Brianna’s car was discovered was destroyed in a fire.

In March, 2022, 18 years since Brianna went missing, police revealed they had found a match to the DNA sample found in Brianna’s car. The police has not released the identity of the person, but said it belonged to 1 of 11 people they tested previously in connection to Brianna’s case.

It does seem likely that they are closer to discovering what happened to Brianna Maitland in March of 2004.

#UNSOLVED MYSTERIES #unsolved #unsolved case #unsolved true crime #true crime #Crime #missing person #missing #disappearance

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Why Are You Here?

What happens when Y/N and Colson catch each other in a lie? And what could possibly happen on the bathroom counter at 12:05 am?

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), unprotected sex, cursing, probably some more idek.

A/N: I know people have done this before, but I fuckin love this song and this plotline

Word Count: 3444

The harsh light coming through the blinds woke you up, your eyes instinctively closing. You groaned as you came to realize where you were, the arm laying on your hips your first clue. You threw the tattooed arm off of you, sitting up and dangling your feet over the edge of the bed.

The man in your bed groaned, reaching out for you. You chuckled, finding the shirt you wore last night on the floor and throwing it on, pulling your panties up your legs. “C’mon Colson, it’s 10:45, you know the rule.”

He grumbled again, rolling onto his back. “The rule says I still have 15 minutes.” His arm reached up to cover his eyes from the light as you chucked his shirt at him.

“If you want to walk out of my house naked, be my guest. But if you’re still in here after 11 the deal’s off.” You walk into the bathroom, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. You hear the blond man follow behind you, seeing him in the reflection. He had his boxers on, which was a start at least.

He came behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and dipping his head to connect his lips to your neck. “So,” he started, pressing a kiss to the skin, “I’m not gonna-“ another kiss, your eyes closed, “be in town-“ you let a small moan fall from your lips, “tonight.” His lips paused at your ear, his hot breath hitting the sensitive skin. “So, I guess you’ll have to find some way to entertain yourself.” He smirked, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

You smiled, your eyes darting to the watch on his wrist. “7 minutes.” You whispered, walking out of his arms and back towards your bedroom. “I’ll probably just stay in again tonight, without you this time.”

You sat on your bed, watching him struggle to pull his jeans up. You giggled as he searched for the shirt he wore the night before, finding it hanging from your lamp. “I’ll see you tomorrow night then?” He asked, walking over to you.

“If you’re lucky.” You grinned. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, and letting you go with a smirk. “2 minutes.” You whispered. He chuckled, leaning in to kiss you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing up.

He let go, biting his lip and walking backwards towards your door. “Tomorrow night. My place.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as he turned, his shirt still in his hand. You watched the way his back moved as he strutted out of your room, the toned muscles accentuated at every step.

Hours later, you got a text from Matt, better known as blackbear.

Friend of mine is throwing a party tonight. Come with?

You and bear had been friends for a couple months now, meeting, surprisingly, through Colson. You were just friends, but you loved partying with him. He was fun. And if Colson couldn’t be with you tonight, maybe he could be.

Yeah! When and where?

He answered quickly.

Pick you up at 10

It was 8:30, so you decided you could start getting ready. You went to your closet, looking at the pieces in there. The first thing your eyes landed on was an elegant white 3-piece lingerie set. It had lace designs all over it and straps for days. It was your favorite piece of lingerie you owned, and Colson’s favorite too.

Your finger ran along it, your head tilting. What would be the harm in wearing it? You’d feel sexy as hell.

So, you did. You hid it underneath an oversized T-shirt and baggy jeans, high heeled combat boots and a chain belt to match. You knew bear’s friends weren’t the fancy party types.

You walked into the house, the smell of weed and alcohol hitting you immediately. You intertwined your fingers with bear’s, his eyes glancing up at you, questioning you. You ignored it, dragging him through the crowd to the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen.

You downed two shots before grabbing a vodka sprite cocktail. Bear followed suit, dragging you to the middle of the crowd to dance. His hands grabbed your waist, you both swaying to the music and laughing at nothing.

Unbeknownst to you, Colson had walked in a few minutes later, hand in hand with a girl who looked a lot like you. He spotted you almost immediately, and then he saw the hands around your waist and the drunken smile on your face. He was so busted if you saw him.

“Want a drink?” He half-yelled over the music to the girl next to him.

She shrugged, “I don’t really drink.” Colson tried to keep his shoulders from visibly slumping. He nodded, grabbing the girl’s hand, and leading her to the opposite side of the dance floor as you.

He was hoping that going out with someone that wasn’t you would help him let go of you, but this girl was not gonna be the one to do that. Luckily, he ran into Rook and Dub, both raising their eyebrows at the girl on his side.

Rook and Dub introduced themselves to the girl, who looked like she would rather be anywhere but here.

You and bear decided to take a break from dancing and headed to the wall, wanting to just talk. As you leaned against the concrete, your eyes caught a familiar face. You tilted your head, taking in the blond man that had woken up in your bed this morning. You chuckled, shaking your head before you saw the girl on his arm, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“What’s up?” bear asked, leaning over you with his hand supporting his weight.

“Nothing, just saw someone I wasn’t expecting.”

Bear nodded, turning his head to follow your gaze, still stuck on Colson. “You and Colson?”

You laughed, trying to hide the jealousy running through your veins. “Hell no.” You stood up straight, your faces very close to each other. “I’m gonna go get a drink, you want anything?”

Your noses were almost touching, which seemed to stun bear, as he was holding his breath. You stepped back, waiting for his answer. “Uh- no. I’m good.”

You bit your lip, heading towards the bar and closer to Colson and his arm candy. If he wants to bring other people around, then why not have a little fun.

Colson watched your interaction with bear, saw how close you got to him, how the man instinctively leaned in closer to you. His jaw clenched at the sight, eyes darkening.

“Dude, you good?” Dub asked, bringing his attention back to the conversation in front of him.

Colson nodded, trying to get the picture of you and bear out of his head. “Yeah, I’m good.”

The girl on his arm rolled her eyes and sighed. “This party is fucking stupid, let’s leave and go do something fun.” She whispered the last part in his ear, trying to turn him on. Colson was too distracted by you at the bar, chatting up the bartender, knowing he was watching.

“You can leave.” He mumbled to the girl; his gaze held on you. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, walking away from him. As she left, you turned to catch his eye, a smirk on your face. You were definitely doing this on purpose, the way you placed your tits to lay on top of the bar, a smirk on your face as you spoke to the bartender.

Rook laughed as the girl left, “Colson, are you sure you’re good, man.”

Colson brushed his concern off, “Yeah, I’m gonna go take a smoke.” He headed off towards the back door, pulling a joint and lighter from his pocket.

You looked over your shoulder, expecting to see Colson still staring at you, only to find him and his girl gone. You sighed, picking up your drink and heading back over to bear, who was waiting on the wall for you.

“Sorry, the bartender’s an idiot. He screwed up my drink twice.” You lied through your teeth, your free hand reaching up and resting lazily on bear’s neck. You were definitely a little drunk, but only enough to make everything around you a little euphoric.

“It’s all good.” The man leaned down, face very close to yours. He was definitely trying to kiss you. And honestly if Colson hadn’t been there you would’ve let him. But you had another target for the night.

You smirked, “let’s dance.” You grabbed his arm, pulling away from him and leading to the dance floor. You glanced at the clock, reading the numbers 11:35.

Colson came back 20 minutes later in a much better state of mind. If you were trying to make him jealous, it meant you wanted him to take you home, not the other guys you were with. But boy oh boy was it working.

He leaned against the counter, getting a cup of straight rum. You had strategically placed yourself on the outer edge of the crowd closest to the bar. He could see you swaying your hips to the music, bear’s hands dangerously close to your ass.

You looked up, catching his eye and smirking. You glanced up at the clock on the wall. 12 am. Midnight.

Finding his eyes again, you mouthed “Five minutes. Bathroom.”

Colson smirked, knowing he was right.

A few minutes later you told bear, “I gotta pee, be right back,” before heading towards the hallway, passing Colson. His eyes watched you, feeling like he was watching you in slow motion. He stood up straight and followed you to the hallway.

You had disappeared into the bathroom by the time he rounded the corner, so he had to try every door to find the bathroom.

When he found you, your clothes were off, leaving you in just your white lingerie. He bit his lip, eyes raking your body up and down. You were leaning against the wall opposite of the door, watching him through your eyelashes.

Colson locked the door, taking slow, calculated steps towards you. His left arm landed on the wall above you, his face leaning into yours. The pointer finger on his right hand traced the lace that covered your upper body, landing on the garter that wrapped around your thigh. He smirked, pulling the fabric away from your body and releasing it, the material meeting your skin with a pop.

“You didn’t know I was coming tonight.” His voice was low, his face dangerously close to yours. You could feel his breath hitting your lips and you wanted to swallow his words.

You shook your head as the hand near your thigh moved up to your hip, gripping the skin tightly and pulling your body into his. “Then why,” he breathed, his head dipping down to run his nose up and down your neck, stopping at your ear, “are you wearing that?”

You breathed in through your nose as you felt his dick through his tight pants, spreading a warmth through your body. You could already tell you were soaking. “Maybe I was hoping to find someone who could fuck me as good as you do.” You whispered into his ear as his lips made contact with your neck, biting the supple skin.

He pushed his hips up into you, his hard on pressing even harder against you. “You know you won’t ever find anyone else as good as me.” He growled, pushing away from you, and throwing his shirt off, his jeans coming off shortly after.

His hand came back to your skin, this time grabbing your breasts and massaging through the thin material. His other hand dragged its way down to your clothed pussy, massaging circles against your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand, moaning a quiet “I know.”

He chuckled, his face moving in front of yours as you bit your lips, trying to keep your moans of pleasure quiet. “Don’t be quiet baby, I want everyone to know how good you feel.” His lips met yours in a rough kiss. You brought your arms around his waist, nails dragging lightly across the skin. He smirked into the kiss as his hands moved to unclasp the top two pieces of your lingerie.

Your breasts fell out, and Colson wasted no time in grabbing them in his hands, taking the small buds in between his fingers and squeezing. His lips left yours and attached to your nipples, biting and sucking, leaving an array of hickeys across the skin. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue circling your nipple. “Always love sucking your tits.” He moaned, sending vibrations through your body.

He moved further down, reaching the top of your white panties. He bit his lip as he unclasped the material separating the panties from the garter. He pulled the former down, leaving your pussy exposed. His face was inches from your heat, and you fought the temptation to buck your hips into him. Colson’s eyes were trained on yours as he blew a stream of cold air at your clit. You rolled your head back, resting against the wall as you sighed in pleasure.

His lips connected to your clit, sucking the sensitive bud, sending flashes of pleasure through your body. Your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you. You could feel him smile against your cunt, his arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling them over his shoulders one at a time.

With the easier access to your heat, Colson licked up your slit with a moan. “Fuck you taste so good.” He muttered, before darting his tongue into your pussy. He curled his tongue inside you, your body reacting to the feeling.

His hands moved up to your ass, squeezing and massaging your cheeks as he continued his attack on your cunt. You moaned, you hips rocking against his face as he ate you out. Your hands tightened in his hair, “Colson, I’m so fucking close.”

The man smirked against you, his tongue in your hole and his nose pressing against your clit. You could feel yourself nearing the edge, your hips bucking into his face as his pace sped up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You were so close.

“Want you to come on my face baby.” His voice sent you over the edge and you obeyed, your orgasm ripping through your body.

Your juices ran down Colson’s chin as he licked you up, a smirk playing on his lips. You moved your thighs off his shoulders, letting him stand up. Your hand reached up, wiping the cum off his chin with your thumb and then sucking it off, staring straight into his eyes as you did.

“Think you can take another one, angel?” His voice was soft but you could see the outline of his hard cock in his boxers. You nodded, biting your lip cheekily. Colson lifted you up and onto the bathroom counter then pulled the last bit of clothing off himself.

You took his length in your hands, pumping a few times. His head rolled back in pleasure at your movements as you relished the feeling of having him in the palm of your hand, figuratively and literally. His head came back up, connecting your lips as you continued to pump him.

He brought your lip in between his teeth as you lined his cock up to your entrance, teasing him with your slit. He smirked, knowing you thought you were in control, a thought that disappeared when he thrust into you, his length filling you up.

You both let out a string of moans, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pulled out of you almost completely before slamming back into you, causing another moan to fall from your mouth. Colson continued to slowly thrust into you, until you muttered, “Just fuck me already, Colson.”

His lips were at your neck again, leaving marks anywhere he could find room. He obeyed your command, picking up his pace but still slamming into you forcefully. His hand reached to your tit, grabbing the skin, and massaging it.

“Harder.” You whined and he smirked.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, baby.” He growled against your skin. “You know how to beg.”

“Oh fuck, Colson, please. Fuck me harder.” You whined, his pace not changing.

“Even better.” He was gonna make you work for this.

“Please, sir, fuck me hard like the slut I am.” You begged, your eyes closing in pleasure as his pace sped up, his cock hitting the spot that had your toes curling.

He could feel you clench around him, “You like that, you fucking whore?” He kept thrusting into you, hitting that same spot. “You like it when I fill you up with my fat cock”

His hand came up to wrap around your throat, pressing just lightly enough to stimulate you further. You nodded, eyes rolling back in pleasure as you felt yourself getting closer to your second orgasm of the night.

“I can feel you getting closer, you want to cum around my cock?” You hummed out, nodding your head. He removed his hand from your neck. “Use your words.”

His thrusts were getting faster and sloppier, and you knew he was close. “Yes sir, wanna come around your big, fat cock.” You whined as his dick twitched inside you. His hand moved to massage circles into your clit, driving you right to the edge.

“Then cum, slut.” His thrusts sent you into bliss, warmth spreading through your entire body as your pussy clenched around him, his hot seed spilling into you. He dragged your orgasms out as long as he could, thrusting sloppily into you.

When he stopped, you were both breathing heavily, your head resting against the mirror behind you and his on your bare chest. When he finally got his bearings, he reached for the box of tissues on the counter, cleaning up himself and then you.

As you hopped off the counter, pulling your top back on, you looked at him, head tilted. “So, what happened to your plans out of town?”

The man in front of you paused as he pulled his pants up. “I didn’t know how to tell you that I was going on a date.” He answered truthfully.

You looked down, his answer disappointing you. “Oh. How did it go?”

He chuckled, giving you an “are you serious?” look. “She left and I ended up fucking you in the bathroom of some dude’s house.”

You nodded your head. “I thought you were gonna stay home tonight?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“I was.” You paused, pulling your shirt over you. “bear invited me out after you left so, here I am.” You shrugged.

He struggled with his pants, “Was it a date?”

You shook your head, pulling your own jeans up your legs. “Maybe he thought it was, I dunno. Just wanted to have some fun.”

“And you wore that because…” Colson trailed off, expecting an answer.

“In case I had fun.” You bit you lip, a smug look on your face. “You’re not mad that I went out tonight, are you?” You secretly hoped he would say yes.

“No, you can do whatever you want. You don’t need my permission to fuck other people.” Colson’s shirt covered his tattoos as he shrugged it on. “You don’t care that I went on a date tonight, do you?”

Yeah, I really do. “No, I don’t care.” You shrugged, moving to the mirror to fix your hair and makeup. “Just tell me when it gets serious so I can find someone else…” You trailed off, knowing that sentence wouldn’t end the way you wanted to say it.

Colson nodded, making eye contact with you in the mirror. You giggled, grabbing a tissue, and facing him. “You have lipstick on your nose.” You wiped it off as well as the smudges near his lips. Your hand stayed close to his lips, holding his face. Every bone in your body told you to kiss him for real, but you knew he wouldn’t kiss you back.

But he was thinking the same thing. He tried to laugh it off before he actually did kiss you and mess up what you had going on.

“So, we’re all good then, still just friends with benefits?” He asked as he turned back towards the mirror, fixing his hair.

You smirked at him, “Oh, Colson, we’ll never be friends.” You grinned as you walked out of the room, leaving the door to close behind you.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk angst #mgk smut #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly smut #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #colson baker angst #colson baker smut

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tatooedlaura-blog · 3 years

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Interim

set somewhere around Unrequited, that interim time when fighting fear in the daylight is one thing but battling it alone in the dark is another ...

Our Moment Chapter 1: Five Words (post-Leonard Betts) Chapter 2: Sidebar Nonsense (post-Memento Mori) Chapter 3: Interim (floating somewhere around Unrequited)

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It had been a longer case than normal, draining in every sense of the word: physically, mentally and emotionally, but they were almost there, he could feel it. Finally seeing a connection, everybody moved, organized chaos, Mulder and Scully amongst the throng of officers storming the building, guns out, ready for anything.

As with everything they ever did, it wasn’t easy. The suspect ran, hid, fired, threatened, ran again, fired some more, was finally taken down by one of the local cops but there was a foot chase first, that had them all running, searching, wishing his ass would just collapse and die in the middle of the street.

But it was done and sooner rather than later, they were de-briefing in the conference room, getting their paperwork in order. Looking around for Scully, to ask her what his writing said, he saw a glimpse of her back as she disappeared out the door. Usually she would have said something about going so, instead of letting her be, which she probably wished he would, he stood to follow, excusing himself from the talking crowd.

Scanning the front parking lot, he didn’t see her but deciding he might as well enjoy the unseasonable warmth of a Tennessee winter, he turned left, following the sidewalk around the building. Another turn left and he spotted her, sitting on the hood of their rental, facing away, small, hidden by a sea of police vehicles and employee parked Fords and Chryslers. He measurably widened his stride when he noticed her hand held up to her face.

He could see the blood dripping from between her fingers and down onto the pavement. Making it to her side, he pulled out one of several handkerchiefs he’d taken to carrying in his pockets and held it out to her, “take this.”

They had a routine, he helped, she let him.

It wasn’t long before the handkerchief saturated, Mulder touching her shoulder, “I’ll be back in a second with something else.” Seeing her nod, he ran back to the front door, asking calmly for some towels and getting them almost immediately, thanks to the helpful front desk officer and his mad organizational skills. Heading back Scully’s way, he was breathing heavy by the time she took his offering and dropped the soggy handkerchief to the ground. “Is it slowing down any?” Muffled ‘yes’ reached his ears but behind the wadded green towel obscuring half her face, he saw her skin sallow, white and translucent, veins beneath a blue map of fear. Now in front of her, he rested his hands on her thighs, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, smelling the iron tang of blood four inches below his nose, “do you want to go to the hospital?”

“Probably but I’d really rather just lay down for a few minutes, then get some orange juice or something, anything with some sugar in it.”

One last kiss and he pulled away, hand off thigh and up to towel, holding it for her so she could put her arms down, which she was grateful for. Every few seconds he’d move and check, finally finding the flow had slowed to a trickle, then finally stopped all together. Gently wiping away the smears from her chin, “I need maybe another half hour inside, then we can go or I can drop you at the hotel and come back.”

Desperately wanting a bed, she shook her head, “if you could just go find me something to eat, I’ll stay out here and wait for you.”

As he held her elbow, watched her slide from car to ground, “are you sure you don’t want a hospital?”

“I really don’t but thank you.”

“Fair enough.” Soon, she was settled in her seat, tilted back, coat near in case she got cold, “I’ll be back in a few. Don’t go anywhere.”

Eyes already shutting, “I won’t.”

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Tossing out the browning handkerchief, he carrying the clean towel he still had back to the station, having left the other with Scully. Handing it back to the officer, “thank you. I think we’ll need to keep the other one so if you’ll let me know what I owe you for it, I’d appreciate it.”

Shaking his head, “they’re just shop towels. We have boxes of them in the back.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you need any help out there? Something happen with your car?”

Another shake of his head, “no, we’re fine but thanks.”

Mulder then headed back towards the room of officers, finding the meeting over and the chief watching him approach, “everything all right? I saw your partner go, then you.”

Needing to be blunt because she wouldn’t be back in to help them finish, “I’d like to keep this quiet but Agent Scully has a medical condition that caused severe nosebleeds and she felt one coming on so she left. She’s out in the car now and I need to get her some juice first, then I’ll be back to finish up our end of the paperwork.”

Everyone had been cooperative, treating them well and even now, instead of irritation, the chief showed genuine concern, “is she alright now? Do you need to take her to the hospital?”

Looking around quickly, “she actually has cancer and the most the hospital could do would give her some juice and remind her that this kind of thing will happen.”

The chief liked the pair of them and crossing his arms, attentive, “is she getting treatment?”

Mulder really didn’t want to talk about this anymore, his mind divided between juice, Scully, paperwork, and Scully, “she is but with her type of tumor, surgery isn’t an option and the treatments aren’t doing much.” Needing to extract himself before he began sobbing in the large man’s arms, he inhaled slowly, “but we deal with it. Do you have anything I can take out for her?”

Having lost his wife to cancer several years ago, the chief recognized the look in Mulder’s eyes and knowing to end the conversation, he nodded, “come with me.”

Soon, Scully had her juice and crackers, Mulder returning inside yet again, this time determined to finish everything in under 30 minutes. As he watched Scully drink, he could see her color wasn’t returning as quickly as it should and the vacant look in her eye told him to hurry the hell up.

Thirty-four minutes later, he was shaking hands with the chief, accepting the man’s ‘good luck and God bless’ before leaving for the last time, opening the driver side door and driving off, his partner asleep in the seat beside him and even though he would never tell a soul, he actually checked to make sure she was breathing before anything else.

That action would haunt his sleepless nights for weeks to come.

She stirred once the car hit a pothole and looking up at his, blinking, “are you done?”

“Yeah. I’m going to pick us up some food first, then I’ll get you home.”

“I’d like a cheeseburger, if possible.”

Bag of food in hand 10 minutes later, Scully was nearly asleep again by the time they got to the hotel. Getting out of the car, she stumbled her way directly to her door, leaving behind bag, coat, shoes, and food. Smiling as he gathered their things, he followed her through her still open room door, shutting it with his foot, “do you want to change first or eat?”

“Eat, please.” Holding her hand out, “sorry. I didn’t even think to grab the bag. I just thought door and bed.”

“I’m keeping track. Once you get better, you’ll be my slave for a few weeks and we’ll call it even.” Saying it with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he handed her a napkin, “you’re gonna need this.”

Dinner was quick, inhaled more than chewed, Scully unfocused as she chewed, her body exhausted, her mind slow enough to allow sleep if she could just lay down. Halfway through her second burger, she suddenly put it down, “I need to go to sleep.” Mulder tossed her the pajamas from the top of her luggage and after quick changing in the bathroom, door open, who cared, she crawled under the covers, apologizing as she went, “I’m sorry. I just … I need to lay down.”

“It’s fine.” Continuing to eat at the small table, “I’ll clean this up when I’m done and go back to my room but I’d like to leave the door between us open, if that’s all right? If you need anything, you can just yell for me.”

She was already halfway to dreaming but pretty sure she mumbled ‘okay’, she stopped caring, her muscles relaxing, finally, horizontal so much better than vertical.

Good to his word, he ate, cleaned up, covered her better with her blankets, kissed her twice on the forehead, then disappeared next door, opening the door between their rooms enough to hear her but not enough to disturb with the light of the TV.

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Her clock read 11:52pm when she woke up. Groggy math concluded she’d been asleep for about five hours and rolling over, she saw the adjoining door open as promised, faint light fluttering from some late-night B-movie Sci-Fi flick no doubt. She tried to go back to sleep, but a restlessness had settled, her mind beginning to churn with thoughts she didn’t want and emotions she didn’t need. Another glance at the clock told her she’d killed six minutes.

God-dammit.

Standing, she shuffled her way over to the adjoining door, pulling her side open more, then slowly pushing his, standing for a moment, watching him read the book propped on his vee’d knees. Leaning on the frame, bringing back a rush of memories from their first night together, years ago, running request submitted and denied in the middle of the Oregon wilderness, she cleared her throat, causing him to turn in her direction but not startle, which she would question at another time. Once he’d focused in on her in the darkness, she asked quietly, “want to go for a drive?”

He was having the same flashbacks and tilting his head at her, “you okay?”

“Can we just … I want to get out of here for awhile … ignore my brain …” head now against the frame, “I woke up and now … … … yeah.”

Tossing his book to one side, he stood, grabbing his wallet and keys, “let’s go.”

She loved that he didn’t ask anything, didn’t inquire, didn’t turn loose his psychology degree on her midnight suggestions, but instead, reached for her back and held the door.

“Any destination in mind?”

Settling into the passenger seat, shoes off, feet tucked under her, crisscross style, “anywhere but here.”

“Midnight wandering. Excellent.”

They drove in their typical silence, comfortable, comforting, depending on Scully’s frame of mind, for almost ten minutes before Mulder reached over, tapping her thigh, “how’s your head?”

“Attached.” Eyeing his hand, now dangling over the console, fingers still easily within tapping range, “nose is stuffy but the taste in the back of my throat is gone, so that’s something.”

Finger against her again, this time fingernail catching on the fuzzies of her flannel pants, “you scared me. A lot.”

Left hand shifting so she could stoke his knuckles, weaving in and around them in soft, satin fashion, “I’m sorry. I was doing fine. I felt fine until it just … happened.”

Hand finally moved enough to squeeze her knee, both shocked at his action and both wanting him to stay, “just … don’t do it again, okay?” Now he slid his hand over to wedge in at the bend behind her knee, “fingers are cold.”

They were most definitely not cold.

Another five in quiet, Mulder shifting to get more comfortable, left hand lightly on the wheel, right hand firmly on her and she returned to his knuckles, ventured to that little round nubbin’ bone in his wrist at times, until, “what will I have to do while I’m your slave? Are you going to make me clean your bathroom and feed your fish? Or will it be more of a Princess Leia thing? Gold bikini, ball and chain, looking hot in the corner when your friends come over?”

How he didn’t crash, he would never know, “do you own a gold bikini?”

“Like I’m going to answer that.”

Genuine grin out the windshield, “I think it’ll be more that I’ll make you watch movies with me and go play miniature golf and maybe, just maybe, I’ll force you to go to dinner with me.”

“Oh, the perils of slavedom in Mulderworld.” Resting her head back against the seat, “huh. Did you realize,” reaching her hand to the ceiling, pushing a panel back, “that we have a moonroof.”

Quick glance up, “I did not. I wonder if I paid extra for that.”

“The Bureau may have and I’m okay with that.” Studying the sky above, “I’m thinking that we should find a nice, quiet sideroad and turn the car off and open this up and see what there is to see.”

Giving her leg another squeeze, “I believe when I was sixteen, that was the line I used to get to second base.”

“I’ve always enjoyed baseball.”

He looked at her, face turned up still, smile faint but there, “how can you still shock me after all this time?”

“I’m amazing.”

Finding the sideroad and turning, “I’ve known that since the beginning.”

Her smile grew wider as he turned off the car, “you were weird at the beginning but intriguing enough to keep around.” Finally looking at him, “and I guess I’d use the word amazing … at times.”

Restarting the car just to get the roof open, he turned it off again, the sounds of night filling the car, “I’d like to talk about baseball again.”

Now she laughed, putting her seat back, “talk to me about the stars.”

Hating to do it, he removed his hand from her and matched her tilt back, scooting a little to the right so his head was near hanging off the rest, pretense of seeing out the roof better and all. She did the same and soon their forehead were almost touching, shoulders were. His hand missed her so it went searching again, this time finding her upper thigh, resting lightly, not allowing gravity to work in his favor, to pull him closer to third-base territory, “what do you want to hear about them?”

“Everything. Nothing. I just like to hear you talk, especially in the dark.”

Wondering if confessions were the name of the game tonight, “Sam once told me that she made a wish on every star, not just the shooting ones.”

“That’s an awful lot of wishes for an 8-year-old.”

“She had a lot of time on her hands apparently.”

Turning her head so she could kiss his nose, she returned to her side of the car quickly, “I wish I had that kind of time. I don’t think we’ve stopped long enough to have an actual conversation in months.”

Finally connecting his forehead to hers, “is that why we’re out here talking about stars?”

“Possibly.” Silence reigned again until Scully’s hand shot up, “shooting star!”

“Make your wish.”

Once she’d squinched her eyes shut, made her plea to the starry gods, she said, absently, into the shadows, “I know it won’t come true but I don’t think it hurts to ask.”

Twisting to his right side to face her, switching hands on her leg, quiet cursing that the console separating them dared to exist, “it never hurts to ask. I’ve been screaming the same wish for months. Someone’s bound to answer me, if for nothing else, just to shut me up.”

If she looked at him, in this instant, in this universe, she would fall apart, cracked pieces in his hands with no hope of re-assembly. Keeping her eyes on the sky, “my favorite constellation is the Southern Cross. You can only see in in the southern hemisphere but one day, I’m going to go to Australia and I’m going to sit there, on a beach, all night long, just to stare at it.”

“Whirlwind world tour?”

“I’d like that. I’ve got six other continents to see. Might have to start as soon as I can.”

“If I offer to provide breakfast and lunch, can I come?”

He watched her nod and smile in the starlight, “I never thought you wouldn’t.” Catching his gaze at her out the corner of her eye, “you’re not looking at the stars anymore, Mr. Mulder.”

“I’ve got a better view down here on Earth, Miss Scully.”

Shaking her head, “the things you say sometimes.”

“Hey, I’ve slept in your bed. I’m allowed to call you ‘pretty’.”

Shifting to face him instead of the stars, she wondered if she dare share how much those nights still sat in the forefront of her mind, first before her diagnosis and second after he’d driven her home, taken care of her as she was sick, kept her warm as she came off her first round of chemo, “twice, actually, I’ve let you sleep in my bed.”

Moving his hand from her leg to run along her hairline, brief stop to rest his palm over her neck, “I think, someday, we should do that again, have a sleepover of epic proportions: scary movies, ice cream, pizza, and pillow fights. What do you say?”

Instead of the smile he’d been hoping for, he watched her face tighten, forehead wrinkle, nose flare, then contort back to normal Scully, just as her eyes filled with tears, which began falling immediately, “I’m scared.”

Sliding himself forward, hand still on her, he tugged gently at her neck until she moved towards him, “come here.” Meeting her lips for a brief moment, he went back in for another before resting forehead against hers, “I’m scared enough for both of us so maybe we should take turns. I’ll be scared Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and you can do Tuesday and Thursday.”

Wanting another kiss, she remained still, “what about the weekends?”

“We can share those. We’ll stay at your place one weekend then at mine the next. We’ll deal with it together. How’s that sound?”

Still crying, she almost laughed at the depth of the burden of solitude she didn’t know she carried until Mulder offered to carry it with her. Desperation nearly moved her to his mouth again but fighting it, she let out a wet, crackling sob before sighing, “thank you.”

“You’re not alone, I promise.”

Another shuddering breath out, she forced herself to back up, return to her own space, but found she couldn’t get far, Mulder’s hand still firmly on her neck, “Mulder.”

“I think we should talk about baseball again.”

Shutting her eyes against his searching look, she ignored the sudden tingling up her spine, “my head’s a mess right now. I don’t think I could separate ‘baseball’ from fear and I don’t want to ruin … it can’t be done like this. I’m sorry.”

She felt him pull away, then kiss her forehead lightly, talking into her skin, “you’ve got a dirty mind. I just wanted to discuss this year’s lineup for the Sox.”

Finally, she did laugh, gently bumping into his head with hers, “I’m more of a Cubs fan myself but talk away.”

“The Cubs? Really? What the hell is wrong with you?”

As they both separated, settled back into their own seats, Mulder’s hand back on her leg, “to be fair, that’s the first team I thought of.”

“Thank God. I thought I was going to have to rescind everything I just promised you. Although now, our Sunday fear sharing is going to be filled with baseball games, both live and from my couch.”

“I’d like that.” Silence between them filled with crickets chirping and frogs croaking, Scully reached down her leg to find his hand, lacing fingers together, pulling his knuckles to her mouth to kiss them, one by one, before, “I’d like that a lot and by the way, pretty sure you already rounded first.”

“Ahh, yes,” grinning upwards, “yes, I did.”

“Mulder.”

Her voice pulled him back from his amusement, “yeah?”

“I’m finally tired.”

With a chuckle, he looked over at her, “ready to go back?”

“No, but we probably should or we just sleep out here tonight and pray we don’t get eaten by bears or overzealous hunters.”

Mulder snapped his seat back up, “home it is.” It took twice as long to find the hotel because Mulder hadn’t paid attention as he was driving but eventually, they found their home away from home. Both were sleepy at this point and once inside Mulder’s room, Scully headed, heavy-lidded, to the adjoining door but stopped when Mulder spoke, “thanks for asking me to go for a drive.”

“Thanks for driving me.” Knuckling a knock on the door frame where she’d been leaning a few hours earlier, “it’s Friday now, right?”

“Yeah. My day to worry. Now go to bed before you fall down.”

With a nod and a smile, she disappeared into the darkness.

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peaxhcringe · 4 years

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Rocks and Stars

Pairing: Kuroo x reader

Genre: Fluff (slight NSFW towards the end???), friend to lovers trope

Warnings: N/a

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Stargazing with Kuroo

A/N: I want to thank my friend @socialxcatastrophe for helping me write the end when I got stuck and for proof reading this.. go read her stuff that she’s posting today because she is an amazing writer. Enjoy this bit of cringe and bad writing As usual if there is anything wrong or messed up let me know. Enjoy!!

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The TV echoed softly in your room, the cringy reality show playing quietly, as light filled your dark room. You were laying on your bed, your back resting against your headboard as you held a large stuffed animal in your arms. Your eyes watching the TV screen, a bored look etched on your face as you took in the rather awkward show. It was a Friday night, and here you were watching shitty TV and cuddling with a stuffed animal, while your friends were all out practicing for a game or studying. Your eyes shifted from the TV to your black phone screen, waiting to see if it would light up with a notification. You brought a hand from your pillow to your phone, tapping on the screen to check your messages between you and your friend Kuroo, hoping maybe he had texted you.

Your eyes blinked quickly as they adjusted to the brightness of your screen, eventually clearly seeing the white messenger and only seeing your last text to him

Hey, do you wanna come over tonight? 🥺

The text hadn’t been read yet, a soft groan leaving your lips as you lightly tossed your phone back onto the bed, your head laying back against the headboard with a thunk. You let your eyes close, only the soft lulling of the TV filling your senses as your body began to relax, your shoulders falling and your arms loosening their grip on the stuffed animal you held in your hands.

thunk

Your eyes slowly opened as a soft thunk rang out in your room. An eyebrow raising as you hear the soft sound again.

thunk

Sitting up, you begin to look around your room trying to find a source of the noise. You lay the stuffed animal on your bed, as you move off the mattress, a small creak filling the room. The carpet of your room is soft against your feet, as you begin to walk around trying to find a source of the now almost constant thunk. The soft light of the TV illuminates the floor, allowing you to be able to not trip over anything that might be laying in your way.

As you pass by your window another small thunk sounds, your head shoots towards the noise just in time to see a small pebble hit the glass and fall back to the ground below. Your eyebrows raise in question as you slowly step towards the glass, your hip grazing against your nightstand. Taking a deep breath you turn your gaze to the ground below, noticing a dark figure standing beneath your window.

Your eyes widen in fear, your heart beginning to race as you notice it step closer to the house. Your eyes follow it as the porch light shines over the figure, the image of your best friend Kuroo now in your vision. Letting out a sigh, and placing your hand to your heart in relief you grip the window and push it up with a small squeak, before leaning out over the edge.

“Kuroo what the hell?!” You yell, watching as his heads turns up towards your window, a smile stretching across his face

“Come on! I wanna take you somewhere” He says simply, a hand waving me down

“Kuroo do you know what time it is?” You ask, not even sure of the time yourself, although last time you checked it was around 11:30 pm

Your eyes take a moment to glance over at the red numbers that streaked along a black digital clock that rested atop your nightstand, the numbers 12:37pm being displayed.

“Does it matter? I wanna show you something, we don’t how much time, so hurry up” He says, waving to me once again before turning around and heading off sidewalk, probably in case my parents woke up and decided to check out who was yelling

You rolled your eyes before closing your window, and moving to grab your phone off the bed. You think for a moment to change clothes, as you were only in your pajamas, but shaking your head as you glance at your figure in the mirror you rush out of your room and head downstairs. Quickly, you slip on some shoes before walking out, the cool autumn air hitting your skin as you walk up to Kuroo, the wind lightly blowing through his hair.

“So what’s so important that you had to come throw rocks at my window?” You ask, following behind him as he begins to walk down the sidewalk

He smiles at you as he slightly turns his head just enough to catch a glimpse of you in the corner of his brown eyes.

“Be patient kitten” He speaks slowly, a smirk etched onto his face as your face heats up instantly from the nickname.

Although you both weren’t dating every now and then he’d randomly use either “kitten” or “doll” when speaking to you. You weren't sure if he did it on purpose just to fluster you, but knowing Kuroo that was most likely the case, being the natural flirt that he is. Although he was a big chemistry nerd he did have his flirty moments, making sure to fluster you by calling you nicknames or even lifting his shirt up in the middle of practice letting you catch a glimpse of his rather well-built chest.

You only had known Kuroo for around 2 years, and only just recently joined the team and helped out with being the manager. Over the years you had begun to get quite the big crush on him, you weren’t really sure why the chemicals in your brain decided that the rooster haired looking cat man had to be one of your biggest crushes, but to be honest you weren’t really complaining.

The walk to wherever the hell he was taking you was rather silent, the two of you just enjoy one another’s company and the soft breeze of the air as it licked across the exposed skin of your arms, goosebumps slowly rising. Kuroo’s steps began to fall slower as you neared an overhang that overlooked part of the city, the bright lights of the shops and street lamps illuminated the entire area allowing the city to have an almost angelic glow.

“Over here” Kuroo spoke softly, lightly taking your hand in his before walking to a clear patch of grass that had a couple of dandelions sprouting from the ground “Come on, sit down it’s about to start” He continued excitedly

You watch as he plops down on the grass, before taking your hand and lightly pulling you to sit next to him. The grass felt soft against your skin as you moved to where you were now sitting with your legs crossed, your hands resting softly in your lap.

“So, what are we waiting for exactly?” You ask looking at him, still having absolutely no idea why you were here

Kuroo’s hands were placed behind him on the grass as he leaned back against them, his head tilted back as his eyes scanned the night sky. The sky was clear, allowing every star to shine brightly and for the moon to almost shine down upon you both almost like a spotlight.

“Patience” He says softly, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment before they look back to scan the sky

You let out a soft huff, as you tilted your own head up towards the dazzling sky, your eyes catching a couple constellations that hung brightly in against the dark background.

“Hey,” You begin, lifting your arm and mixing Kuroo’s softly “Which constellation is that?” You ask, lifting your hand up and pointing towards the W shaped constellation with five brightly stars out lining it.

A soft laugh leaves Kuroo’s throat as his gaze turns to your pointed finger, his body leaning closer to yours as he tries to get a better idea of where you were pointing. His warm breath blew against your arm, the goosebumps disappearing only to return as a gust of wind blew past you both.

“I’m good a chemistry, not astronomy” Kuroo spoke with laugh, before turning to you with a smile on his face “but luckily for you I just happen to know that constellation”

You rolled your eyes as he moved to sit up straighter, his leg brushing against yours as he crossed his legs.

“Well? What is it?” You ask, turning your head towards his, only to meet his dark brown eyes

“Well, that constellation there is called Cassiopeia. It’s just above the Big Dipper” He explains, lifting his own hand up and pointing below the constellation to another own that was shaped like a pot “then the one next to the Big Dipper is the Little Dipper” He continued, moving his finger to the smaller looking constellation

Your eyes followed his finger, as he continued to explain the stars that displayed in front of you. You tried your best to listen as he soon enough began going on tangent, but almost everything he said seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

“-oh and there’s the”

“Kuroo, for someone who said they didn’t know much about constellations you seem to know a lot” You spoke with a laugh, watching as his head turned towards you

A blush ran across his cheeks as he laughed softly, raising a hand to the back of his neck.

“My bad” He apologized, “I got a little too carried away”

Raising a hand, you softly patted his shoulder before looking back towards the sky, silencing falling upon the both of you. Your eyes begin to close as another soft gust of wind blows over you, letting goosebumps rise against your skin. Your head falls back, while you place your arms behind you so you can lean against your forearms. The soft rustling of the grass from your movements fills your ears, before everything once again falls into a comfortable silence. A yawn escapes your mouth as your tiredness begins to slowly catch up with you.

“Tired already? What are you 60?” Kuroo laughs, noticing your sleep state

You lazily turn your head towards him, your eyes barely opening as you speak

“It’s almost 1 am Kuroo, I would already be asleep right now if you didn’t drag me out here”

“Technically, you willingly tagged along so therefore this is your own fault” He corrects, a smile on his face as he lifts his hand up, motioning as he talks

“Yeah yeah whatever” You mumbled waving him off, letting your weight rest back against your arms “Can I lay in your lap?” You ask randomly, letting your head lul to the side, your eyes closing again as you wait for his response

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ever asked to lay in his lap, in fact you ask all the time. At a glance you wouldn’t think that his thighs were comfortable, but that’s where you would be very wrong. Somehow his thighs were the most comfortable spot to lay on, almost more comfortable than some of your pillows.

“That tired huh?” Kuroo asks with a laugh, making sure to tease you like he does every time

Wordlessy, you open eyes, glaring at him before he lifts a hand and places it on your shoulder

“Come on” He says, pushing you shoulder lightly letting you know that you can lay down

“Thank you!” You say quickly, moving your body against the grass.

The dewy grass feels wet against your skin as you move to lay down on it, your clothes becoming slightly wet the longer your body rests against it. You lightly let your head fall against Kuroo’s thighs, one of his hands instinctively moves to your hair letting it flow against his thighs. Your face faces up towards the sky, Kuroo’s jaw slightly in your vision as he leans his head back. Silence surrounds you both again as you begin to relax against Kuroo, his calloused fingertips running through hair, lightly pulling the strands through his fingers. Your eyes scan the night sky, tracing out every little constellation in your sight. A plane flying overhead catches your eye, as the blinking red light slowly moves across the dark sky

“Where do you think those people are headed?” You ask, thinking out loud, your eyes staying locked on the moving plane

You feel Kuroo move beneath you as he turns his head up towards the sky, his eyes catching the plane that yours were locked on. With a shrug of his shoulders he begins to speak

“No idea, maybe to go see family” He answers, his hand still slowly pushing through your hair as he continues to speaks “or maybe to visit someone special”

You scoff at his statement, rolling your eyes, before looking back to the sky. Your hands move to rest against your stomach, your fingers lightly playing with the cloth of your shirt.

“Well if you could travel where would you go?” You ask, turning your gaze to Kuroo’s face only to be met with the view of his jaw and his adam’s apple

A soft blush crosses your face as you take in his appearance. Although you were only met with the half of his face you almost knew exactly what he looked like, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Every time he was able to drag you out at night, you both always ended up like this, with you laying in lap and his head up towards the sky, letting the wind blow against his face.

“Not sure, I like being here. What about you?” He asks, tilting his head down, your eyes meeting

Your heart jumps as you meet, the moon somehow shining in them. Your eyes look around his face, as smiles down at you, his cheeks lightly tinted red from the cold wind.

“I- well I’m not sure” You answer, your head moving to the side as you stare up at him

His hair gently swayed as a soft gust of wind blew past, some pieces falling gently against his forehead. Without thinking, you lifted a hand and pushed the fallen strands away, bringing it back into the mess that was Kuroo’s hair.

“Y/n” Kuroo begins, his eyes falling to your lips before back to your eyes “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widen at his question, your heart instantly beginning to pound against your chest. A hot blush rushes to your face as he continues to stare down at you, his hand stopping it’s twirling of your hair, as he waits for a response.

“I-” You begin, shocked at how out of the place the questioned seemed

It wasn’t that you didn’t like and it wasn’t the face you didn’t want to kiss him, because damn did you want to kiss him at least once, but it was how randomly he asked. You’ve known this rooster haired man for years and you’re used to his weird questions, but this has been the first time he’s ever asked anything like this.

Does he like me?

Why did he ask?

What’s happening?

All these questions kept popping into your head as your eyes continued to stare into his. The stars sparkled behind him, framing him like a picture as the constellation he named ‘Cassiopeia’ had moved behind him. The moon shone down against the both of you like a spotlight as you swallowed, your mouth becoming dry. Your crush, since you were 9 just asked if he could kiss you. Were you dreaming? This was something you wished for when you were little, but now that it's actually happening you didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, nevermind, don’t wor-”

As he began to speak you quickly sat up, placing your soft hands against his cheeks, and looking him dead in the eye. Your eyes scanned his face, from his eyes to lips and back to his eyes again. Your tongue shot out of your mouth licking your lips as his hand placed themselves on your arms. Taking one deep breath, you lean forward, pressing your lips against rather soft ones. Just as quickly as it began you pulled away, the taste of apple lip balm resting on your lips as you licked them. Kuroo’s eyes were just as wide as yours, a part of him actually shocked that you kissed him, not that he was complaining or anything. Letting out a sigh, your move to let your hands fall from his face, only for him to pull you back into another kiss. One hand moves to his shoulder as he kisses you, the apple lip balm easily being tasted against your tongue.

“Apple huh?” You say with a laugh as he pulls away, a smile crossing your face as you watch his face heat up

“Oh shut up” He laughed, letting his hand fall to your waist as your rolled your eyes

You both sat there looking at one another, stars seeming to blink rhythmically against the sky.

“Again.” Kuroo whispers, his eyes turning darker as he pulls you on top of him.

Your flushes bright red as he takes your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to meet.

“Please…” He continues, his eyes showing want as he looks at you

Without a second thought you press your lips against his, your arms placing themselves on either side of his head, and onto the dewy grass. He lips press harder against yours as his hands slowly move from your face slowly down against the curve of your body before finally resting, placing themselves against the fat of your thighs, giving them a slight squeeze.

He softly pulled away, his lips turning into a smirk, “Wow, God Y/n you bring a whole new meaning to chemistry because fuck I want this connection.”

Your eyes roll in disappointment before bringing your lips back to his, his smile engraved upon your lips. One of your hands moves from the grass to his chest, holding yourself up as your body is pressed against his. Your other hand stays cemented to the grass, gripping it just a bit as you try to deepen the kiss.

“Kuroo…” You whisper, pulling away his brown eyes meeting your e/c ones, “ I like you”

You watch as a smile appears over his face, a soft chuckle vibrating against your chest before he speaks “I like you too, Y/n.” Your smile back, before leaning down and putting your face in his neck, embarrassment starting to take over. Kuroo laughs again, his laugh ringing in your ear as his hands never once leave your thighs, making sure to give them a soft squeeze every now and then.

Who would’ve thought that your Friday night would end up with you in your now boyfriend’s arms, looking up at the sparking constellations as they shone brightly against the darkened sky. Your eyes stared into his, as you sat up, your mind falling further into your thoughts as you lifted a hand to his hair, lightly pushing a couple strands away from his face.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, placing his head in between your neck and your shoulder, placing a soft against the skin

“You.” Your face lights up with a smile as his body chuckles against you.

His lips move up to your cheek, pressing a soft kiss there, before you both look back up at the night sky. You’ve never felt happier than in this moment with Kuroo. The cool wind blowing and the soft grass pressing into your legs as your body was pressed against his.

#haikyuu #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo smut #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n

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sweetchup · 3 years

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Outrunning a Thief

Type: Chrollo x Reader

Prompt: Snow Goddess Day — The romance holiday of winter, celebrated all around the world. Traditionally, on this day females (though it can also be other genders) at a double number time (1:11, 2:22, etc.) will peck the cheek of their crush or lovers and run away. The males are given the task of having to find the girl before the next double digit and kiss them. This is a tradition based on the folktale Snow Goddess where a village man falls in love with the goddess of winter and has to find her to declare his love before winter ends and she disappears.

Author Note: Doesn’t Follow Canon plot. I hope you enjoy!!

(Prompts/Rules) (Holiday Masterlist)

“This is stupid. I’m not going to do this.” You groan sliding down the cold side of the brick chimney into a squatting position. The cold wind that flowed around the tops of the buildings pricked at your skin. However you couldn’t exactly feel it well, especially with the hot feeling of the blush on your face burning into your cheeks and ears. Putting your head down into your knees, you hear your younger half-brother, Killua, sigh for what felt like the 20th time that day.

“Come on (y/n). It’s not that hard. You’ve had to flirt with guys on missions before,” You let out a sputtering sound as you stand up from your spot. While you attempt to explain to Killua your problem, Kalluto comes over and clutches onto your leg in a way to somewhat comfort you. A strange act for the both of you, though you will admit it wasn’t un-welcomed.

“Y-yeah but this isn’t a mission Killua! This is the guy I like. It’s not th—“

“I found Chrollo.” Illumi montonly announces, pointing to someone in the crowded streets of the town. You are about to tell him to forget it when he sends a glare your way, “I don’t like the fact you like Chrollo especially since you are my precious older sister but don’t underestimate the fact I will drag you over to him and reveal to Chrollo all the secrets you like about him.”

Letting out an exaggerated gasp, you looked stunned at Illumi. “You wouldn’t do that to your older sister!”

“He would if it got you to stop telling us about you fantasizing about Chrollo’s abs— Hey! Don’t hit me! That actually hurt!”

“Oh, Killua~ I don’t think I hit nearly hard enough—!!“

“Big sis-sis.” You pause from putting Killua in a headlock to look over to Kalluto, “I think you’ll do fine, it’s Snow Goddess day after all. Though…”

Kalluto’s face suddenly goes dark, causing shivers to go up your spine.

“...If he doesn’t chase after you, I’ll just have to break his bones one by one.”

You gulp as you nod your head. Poor Chrollo, now you feel bad for having a crush on him. Your father already has tried to track him down once to kill him since you had a crush on him. Thankfully, your grandfather had decided to knock some sense into him.

“You better hurry, (y/n). It just hit 4:35. You have 9 more minutes.” You shake your head at Illumi as you finally decide to just go over to do it. Jumping down from the building into an abandoned alleyway, you make your way into the town center, slightly rubbing your eyes as you enter at how bright the sun is. You take a look around to try to locate your crush, Chrollo Lucilfer, also taking the time to look at other things around you as well.

Afterall, it was Snow Goddess day. It was the best chance to take. Especially since it was the romance holiday of the winter season, celebrated all around the world.

Traditionally, on this day females (though it can also be other genders) at a double number time (1:11, 2:22, etc.) will peck the cheek of their crush or lovers and run away. The males are given the task of having to find the girl before the next double digit and kiss them. This is a tradition based on the folktale Snow Goddess where a village man falls in love with the goddess of winter and has to find her to declare his love before winter ends and she disappears.

If Chrollo doesn’t actually like you back then oh well. Sure, you would have to stop your siblings from murdering him and will probably be eating cartoons of ice cream at home to calm your sorrow. But, eventually, you would get over yourself. In a couple of months, you would move on and laugh about the time you took place in this weird tradition. Just like how others do.

Finally locating Chrollo, you look towards the old town-center clock of the small city you were in, planning your course of action as you do so. Right now, you had 2 minutes and 30 seconds until it struck 4:44. Currently, Chrollo was peering at the market stalls with the other troupe members. You knew Feitan was somewhere around here but he didn’t see close to Chrollo so you didn’t have to worry about him stopping you if you got too close to the boss.

“Hey, Hey! Look who it is!” You let out a small laugh at Uvogin’s call towards you. “If it isn’t (y/n) Zoldyck!”

Once your name is announced, Chrollo quickly looked up from the book he was checking out at the stall. You were shocked to see that Chrollo wasn’t wearing his usual outfit today instead choosing to sport a pair of jeans, a comfy sweater and a black coat. He also chose to wear his hair down today with bandages covering his forehead tattoo. Though the unusual outfit had surprised you, you will not lie that it made your heart flutter to see him in casual clothing. While you walk over to Chrollo, said man gives you a curt nod and a small smile. “It’s been a while, Chrollo. How are you?”

Chrollo goes to speak but Uvogin cuts him off, clearly excited to see you after a while. This was oddly normal for you since all the members were usually happy to see you, especially if you were hanging out or helping their boss. Though, that was probably because you were a good friend of Chrollo, “Boss has been good (y/n). How come you are also in the same town as us?”

As you answer Uvogin’s question with a lie, you somewhat peek at the clock. Okay, (y/n). Only a minute left. You can do this. All you have to make sure you do is not bump into Uvogin or Nobunaga when you sprint away. That’s all you have to do.

“Oh, just a mission (y/n)?” Chrollo questions causing you to turn to face him. You laugh and give him a nod. Suddenly, however, something catches your eye. Bingo! You see that Chrollo had picked up a new book, yet this one was different with a clock built into the front. You could use this to not be seen suspicious to be looking at the time. “Hey Chrollo? What do these engravings mean on the cover?”

“Oh these? This book is based on the…” As Chrollo goes off into a tangent about the book’s meaning and history, you keep your eyes locked on the book’s clock. 10 seconds left. Slightly nervous, you move your feet slightly to a better angle to get ready to run.

5….

4…

3…

2.. “Hey boss! What are you doing?” Crap! You nearly fall over when Chrollo turns around as Phinks calls him. Though you quickly catch yourself and as he tries to answer Phinks back, you quickly grab the collar of his winter coat, catching the man off guard. Suddenly, the festive bells throughout the town ring begin to ring loudly, signaling the time of 4:44. With a beet red face, you quickly peck at Chrollo’s cold cheek before stepping away.

Without a second thought, and with your heart beating out of your chest, you make a run for it. Nearly running into Uvogin as you do so.

People watch intently as you run by them in the streets. Some of them cheer you on for your bravery while others say nothing and just give you a kind smile. It was weird that only now you understood why the tradition was so great. Sure you kind of understood before but no one ever told you the feeling when you saw other girls also participating, that looked and were probably so different from you. All of you couldn't help but greet and laugh at each other as you passed like old friends. Further filling you with a feeling of confidence. However, another thing not told that top every other feeling of this event was the colors. Oh, the colors from lights and ornaments and other decorations that seemed to mash and swirl and mix together as you ran by them. As if you were in a drunken haze. Everything just seemed so magical right now, almost too unreal.

As you make a couple of more streets down, now out of the town and into the start of a wooded area. Even though you know you aren’t technically supposed to, you stop. You can’t help but want to see if Chrollo was after you or not. Looking around behind you, you can’t see him. You actually couldn’t see anyone around you right now. Did you go too fast? No, that couldn’t be right. Chrollo wasn’t the fastest in the troupe but you were almost certain he was as fast as your dad. Your stomach drops as you continue to think. You weren’t nearly as fast as your dad, so…. he should have caught up to you by now, right? He actually should have caught you by now, you had already run more than 20 blocks or streets.

Then, does he not actually like—

You let out a scream as you are suddenly tackled into the snow. Some of which landing on your hair and eyes, blinding you.

Squirming, you try to get away from whoever tackled you as the cold fluffy snow pricks at your skin and seeps into your clothes, making you hyper aware of everything going on. When that is unsuccessful you go to try to kick the person off, thinking it was some other assassin or maybe a troupe member trying to kill you for attacking their leader’s honor, but stop short as a familiar laugh fills your ears. There was only one person you knew that had that laugh.

“C-chrollo?” You stutter out as said man wipes the snow off of your face. Now able to see, you stare up at Chrollo on top of you. His hair wispy and slightly out of place from running; he also seemed to be strangely breathing hard. He flashes you a grin before leaning his forehead against yours as he attempts to catch his breath. You giggle at the man’s silliness, “I don’t think I ran that much Chrollo.”

Chrollo chuckles at you, “I doubt you did but when you ran away, I was caught off guard and a group of ladies who were also running ended up…knocking me over. So, I kind of—”

“You lost me?!” You finish for him, your stomach hurting from laughing very hard. Tears from laughing so much hinder your vision and you attempt to wipe them away as fast as you can. Suddenly the laugh from Chrollo’s end goes quiet and you hear the snow crack around you as he moves.

Wiping one more tear away, you see Chrollo looking at your lips, only now realizing how close he is to you. You could even feel his breath slightly fan at your face when he inhaled and exhaled. You gulp when Chrollo flashes you one more grin before whispering, almost like a prayer, “I still have to kiss my Snow Goddess, don’t I?”

Quickly, you are about to nod in confirmation but it seems he doesn’t want to wait a second longer. Placing a hand on your cheek, he leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. Taking your breath away as he does so.

Huh, what a fitting kiss for the leader of the Phantom Troupe.

#hxh #Hunter X Hunter #hxh x reader #Phantom Troupe #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo

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wickxdangels · 4 years

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George Weasley Imagine; Overprotective Georgie.

This is actually the very first Harry Potter imagine I’ve ever done! I’m always reading them so it’s kinda weird to be on the other side of the screen making them, but it’s so exciting! Remember, english is not my first language, so if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know! I appreaciate corrections :) I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for the requests and support! x

Pairing; George Weasley x Reader.

Warnings; Fluff

Request; Would you do a fluff George Weasley request where his significant other is the Golden Trios age and friend and her family is apart of the Order of the Phoenix so the summer before her 6th year Death Eaters attack her family and George is worried/overprotective of the idea of her going back to Hogwarts?

It was afternoon, when Y/n walked on her backyard, admiring the roses and different kinds of flowers that were growing there. The sun hitting on the surface of each one, highlighting their vibrant colors.

Summer was definitely her favorite season, even though she missed her friends quite a lot during it, she so much loved and preferred the warmth of the sun against her skin, instead of the biting coldness that winter brings.

Harry must’ve having the time of her life, along with Hermione and Ron, she thought. They have decided to spend their summer before sixth year together, she on the other hand, could not.

Her parents, who worked with the Order of the Phoenix, took a well-deserved little summer break; so instead of planning attacks in the Order headquarters, against You-Know-Who and his followers, or traveling to different places to find allies to join the cause, they were spending it with their only daughter. They’ve come to the raw realization that family-time nowadays were scarce, lots of members have lost their family members while fighting for the Order, so this summer they wanted to spend it with their daughter before she returned to Hogwarts.

“Sweetie, how about I make your favorite meal for supper?” Her mother softly asked, leaning against the door of the backyard as she stared at her daughter, who was now walking towards the inside of her house after a few minutes of taking in the sun.

“Sure, mum. That sounds good by me, where’s dad?” She asked, closing the door behind her as she looked back at her mom.

“He’s in the study, dear. He’s now having a little talk with Remus and some of the members of the Order. We better not interrupt him.” Her mother replied.

She nodded, watching as her mother smiled once last time to her as she disappeared to the kitchen. Y/n sighed as she walked up the stairs towards her room, her dad would always be busy with the order, and she understood that. They were very protective over Harry and even more so after the death of his godfather, Sirius Black, last year.

As she opened the door of her room, she heard a little slow tap coming from her window, she quickly walked towards it and found an grey owl sitting on the edge of it, a letter on its beak as it breathed heavily, noticeable tired of the journey it had just traveled.

“Oh, Errol. The Weasley’s really need to lay off with you for a bit, you seem old enough to retire, buddy.” She chuckled as she opened her window, the owl stepping inside of her room rather quickly as it opened its beak, letting the letter fall to the small night table under the window before the owl itself passing out and falling to the floor.

Y/n just shook her head, smiling at the tired and old owl before grabbing it softly and placing it at the end of her bed. She then sat down as well and opened up the letter resting in her hands, wondering who was it from.

Dear Sweetheart,

I’m writing you to check up on you, how has your summer been so far? I’ve missed your face and of course, pulling pranks on you.. maybe I missed the latter a little bit more… No, never mind, I really miss your beautiful face, the picture I keep on my nightstand of you, really doesn’t make justice.

Mum’s been bugging me to tell you she also misses you quite dearly, and wishes for you to visit us for Christmas, she says something about having a present for you already; you know her.

Fred’s been sending more and more letters to Angelina, and he finally admitted to me their relationship is official, good for him. That way we won’t have to drag him around and he won’t have to complain about being a bad third.

Anyways, it’s been fun here in The Burrow with Harry and Hermione, we’ve been playing Quidditch and coming up with new pranks for the upcoming semester at Hogwarts. Ginny is still acting weird towards Harry and Hermione still blushes every time Ron is around, nothing much has changed.

I really hope you’re taking care of yourself and enjoying your time with your parents, I know you desired having them more time with you, so I’m happy you finally got the chance to do so.

I miss you more and more each day, so expect more letters from me as I expect more from you, your handwriting is adorable if I must say so.

Well, I’m running out of ink so I must bid you an adieu.

I’m really looking forward to seeing you when school starts. I love you so much, sweetheart. Always remember that.

Yours,

The best-looking Weasley twin, George.

Pd: Please, allow Errol to take a nap before sending him back, if not he’ll probably pass out mid-air. I know, I know, he’s too old but he still does his job correctly, or so I hope. Thanks baby.

The letter sure made her heart ache for him even more, he had missed him dearly all summer long. Missing the way his red hair gleamed under the sunlight and the way his warm eyes would stare at her whenever she would tell him about Snape being hard on her in Potions class. She missed the way he would always wink at her standing on the bleachers before any Quidditch match, and how they would cuddle in their common room whenever winter nights were too cold.

She looked at the old owl with a smile on her face before standing up to look for her parchment and quill to write her reply letter.

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A few hours later, she finished her supper and was currently laying on her bed, reading a new book her mother had bought for her for some light summer reading, in the background little snores came from Errol, she didn’t even know owls could snore but at least that was a sign that the owl bird was still alive, she wondered how old the bird was.

She looked at the clock, it was already 11:30 pm as she sat down and placed her book on her desk, Errol finally stirring awake from his long nap as he looked at her.

“Good to know you’re awake buddy, hope you had a good nap.” She said, softly stroking his grey feathers as he just hooted.

She stood up from the bed and walked towards her desk, grabbing the letter from it before giving it to the owl. Errol then with its little foot grabbed on her fingers as she opened the window, helping the owl take impulse before flying off to the dark sky.

She sighed, closing the window before sitting down on her bed. She was counting the days until the day she would see George again.

Hopefully soon.. she thought.

It must’ve been some hours past midnight, probably around 3 am when she heard some weird noises in her backyard, she shrugged it off thinking it must be the neighbor’s cat who always jumped to their backyard from time to time, but then she heard another rustling sound and a cold breeze hit her body, not usual for a summer’s night.

She quickly woke up, grabbing her wand from her desk where she usually kept it in case of emergency, and she sure knew this was an emergency.

She quickly ran towards her parent’s bedroom, both of them still asleep as she woke them up in a haste. “Mum, Dad, quickly! Wake up!” She half-yelled, not wanting to make the unwanted guest know they were aware of their surprise visit.

Her parents, who were opening their eyes in confusing. “Wh-what? What’s going on, sweetheart?” Her dad asked, he noticed the wand in her hand as she looked back and forth around the room.

“Death Eaters! I-i think they are here!” She breathlessly said as both of their parents were quick to grab their wands and stand up from the bed, the mom wrapped her arms around the daughter’s shoulders as she tried to calm her, her father quickly going out of the room and checking through Y/n’s window that was the only one facing the backyard.

Death Eaters, indeed. He was surprised that they had found out their location; it was a matter of time, he supposed. He watched as they just stood there for a bit before another Death Eater apparated there, probably the leader of the rest. With some quick words and nods, he saw as they muttered a quick Incendio spell from their wands, as fire erupted from them, the flames embracing the flowers his wife had planted and quickly spreading to the house, he saw as they walked inside and it was a matter of time before they ran into each other.

He ran back towards his room, looking at both his wife and daughter. “Do we fight them, dad?” Y/n asked, always brave and ready for the action whenever it was needed, a true Gryffindor like himself. “No sweetie, we are not fighting them. They outnumber us and I’m not ready to take any chances with you two here. We have to leave at once!” He quickly grabbed some bags he had hiding behind a desk. “I have already made a emergency plan if this was ever to happen, now everybody grab my hand.” Her dad was quick to say as he could her things breaking downstairs, Y/n was shocked to see her dad not putting up a fight. “But dad! We cannot let them destroy our house!” She exclaimed as she faced her father.

“Sweetie, your and your mother lives are more important to me than the house. Property can be replaced, lives cannot.” He maintained a fixed composure, he knew that he had to be brave in front of his family.

They took a moment to nod before they heard footsteps on the stairs, they quickly grabbed on his hand as they apparated out of the room just in time for the Death Eater to bust into the room, throwing the deadly curse at the wind.

Harry was right, was the first thing she thought.

Apparition really did feel like being forced through a very tight rubber tube, her stomach felt uneasy, after all it was her first time using this method of travel. It was quicker than floo powder, for sure, but not her favorite at all.

She looked up to find herself in very familiar surroundings, her dad took no time in walking towards the big house that was in front of them, she looked around and her mother softly caressed her hair “Are we..?” Her mother nodded. “The Burrow, darling. We all agreed to come here in any type of emergency, now let’s go and say hi to the Weasley’s.”

They both quickly walked towards the big four-story home, she looked down at her outfit, kind of glad she didn’t decide to wear her more childish but comfortable pajamas, she looked up just in time to see the patriarch of the family, Arthur Weasley, come out of the door with Molly by his side, both of them carrying worried faces as the rest of the home started to lit up completely, waking up everybody.

“Hello, Molly.” Y/n mom softly said, with a sad tone to her voice as the redhaired woman approached them. “I’m thankful all of you are alright, it would’ve devastating if they have invaded both of our homes.”

“Oh, dear! I’m just thankful that you three made it out without a scratch! Now, come on! Let’s get you all settled down, a pot of tea is already waiting for us.” Molly said with a tender smile as she embraced both of the women, walking inside as her dad and Arthur wandered off to contact the rest of the Order to let them know of the attack.

Once they got inside the house, their worries seemed to disappear by the second, her head was still wild thinking about her home being burned to the ground.

“Mum, what’s going on—” the sentence was quick to fly from George’s lips as he walked down stairs to find his girlfriend and his girlfriend’s mum in his kitchen, when she heard the voice of George she was swift on her feet to run towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he quickly embraced her, burying his face on her neck, breathing in her sweet fragrance. “Merlin’s beard!” He cussed out, “Babe, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” George quickly asked, wanting to put an end to his doubts, don’t get him wrong, he was happy to have her in his arms but confused as to why they apparated at 3 am in his house.

“They attacked our house! Death Eaters, George! They came out of nowhere and burned our home!” She cried out, her eyes filling up with tears as she hugged him tighter, wanting to feel the warmth and protection of his body embracing her. “I wish I could’ve done something, fought them! they just burned it down. I just feel so hopeless.”

“Don’t you dare say that! You are one of the bravest Gryffindors I know. It was better to avoid fighting them now, we have to prepare for battle and it wouldn’t be nice training with a wounded girlfriend.” He joked a bit, trying to brighten her mood up a bit as she chuckled between sobs before cleaning away her tears. “I guess you’re right..”

“When am I not right, babe?” He winked at her as he kissed her lips softly.

“Okay, now you’re just getting cocky.” She replied shaking her head.

Seconds laters, the whole pack came down, Fred and Ginny along with The Golden Trio who were quick to check up on her and ask questions, Harry getting furious at the Death Eaters once again, tired of them coming after their friends.

“It’s not your fault, Harry, dear. We knew what we were getting ourselves into when we agreed to be part of The Order and we wouldn’t want it any other way.” Y/n’s mom said as she caressed Harry’s cheek, Y/n nodded at the statement.

“Okay, kids. It’s time for you to go back to sleep, we can discuss this tomorrow when things have calmed down.” Molly said as she hushed the teens up to their rooms. “I know you’re a bit shaken up, sweetie. So, with your mum’s approval, I’m gonna make the exception for you to sleep in Georgie’s room, but no funny business! The walls are too thin, remember!”

That night, with her mom and Molly’s approval, Y/n slept with George’s arms embracing her, feeling more protected and comforted, when she said she hoped to see him soon, she didn’t mean like this, but she was glad to be back in his arms. Even if Fred’s snores were too loud.

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Days and weeks have gone by, Y/n and her parents have found safe sanctuary and a place to stay at The Order’s headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place, known as The Black’s family home. It had every security measure known to wizardkind, as Sirius once said, so they felt safe staying there for the time being.

They’ve gone back to their home, everything was pretty much destroyed except some knick knacks here and there and some family pictures that they’ve brought back to the headquarters. As her dad said, property can be replaced and they were on the process of finding a new place.

The Death Eaters have become more and more aggressive, finding more places to burn to the ground and more allies to torture.

The Weasley’s and The Golden Trio have visited quite a lot, practicing spells and dueling as they prepared for the upcoming battle, that meant more time with George and she couldn’t complain, of course having her friends around was pretty amazing too.

There were few days left of summer, as she packed the remains of her belongings and her robes in suitcases, preparing for going back to Hogwarts. She was a bit excited to go back to school, cause this year had interesting courses she was dying to be part of. Yes, she was very alike Hermione when it came to school, one of the reasons the two got along so well, but she also liked to have fun from time to time, another reason she and The Golden Trio kicked it off good.

“What are you doing?” George’s voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as she stared at her while she finished packing.

“Packing for Hogwarts, of course.” She replied in an obvious tone to him as she finished zipping up her baggage.

“I don’t think going back to Hogwarts might be safe for you, considering everything that happened with the Death Eaters and lots of the Slytherin kids are their offspring..”

“C’mon, Georgie.” She used Molly’s pet name for him. “You can’t be serious. It’s Hogwarts we are talking about! Probably one of the most safe places I could think of!” She was kind of exaggerating with that last part, Hogwarts has been anything but safe these last few years, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to finish her education, even if that meant one or two accidents here and there.

“I am serious, Y/n! I don’t want you running into any danger at Hogwarts, and we both know you’re quite good at that..” He raised his brow at her before walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Oh, really? You’re the one telling me that, Mr. Troublemaker?” She giggled as she placed her arms around her neck, bringing him down a bit to then place a soft kiss against his lips. “Besides, we both know that if I’m ever in deep trouble, you’ll always be there for me, right?” She asked.

“Always.”

“Then, let’s just think about how cool will it be to be back at school. We could go to Hogsmeade, maybe make-out in our free periods..” She slowly explained.

“There’s no way I’m convincing you otherwise, is there?”

“Sometimes, you truly are brilliant, Georgie.” She giggled as she pecked his lips once again. “Now, come on. Let me show you some new pranks I’ve been thinking of.”

They really were made for each other.

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ivyglow · 4 years

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You don’t go out there kissing everyone - Mat Barzal NYI

Author notes: So, I got a lot of Mathew requests and some of them were very alike, so I decided to mix some. In this piece we have three prompts which are:

99. “it’s just a kiss”; 35. “I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.” and 11. “we’re not just friends, and you know it” I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always appreciated.

Word count: 3.196

Also, IMPORTANT: It’s not proofread aaaand I wanted to know if someone wants to do it (before I post on here) with almost every piece I write. Sorry for the confusing talk, I’m at the airport rn but I wanted to post it fast since it’s been a while I got the ask.

Things started months ago when y/n went on a horrible date and Mat wasn’t in the vibe for dating someone neither having random hookups on the weekends, so he suggested to try put some benefits in their friendship, at first it was a good idea since there was this tension between both of them but as time pass by things got a little out of planning.

It wouldn’t be a real friendship with benefits if one of them -or both- fall in love, huh?!

First, the kisses started to linger longer than usual, then they happened in moments other than sex like when y/n arrived at his house to shit talk about anything or when they were alone together and one of then needed to go. Then affection started to grow, but y/n kept telling herself that it was the kind of thing they used to do before, therefore Mat bringing her coffee at college or sending texts to remind of drink water and lunchtime wasn’t news.

The clock hits 8am when y/n’s cell phone starts ringing and bringing the noise to all the room. She curses before reaching for the bedside table and turning it off. The bedroom was in a perfect scenario for sleeping all day long, blinds were closed, the air was cool and she was completely naked - covered only by the comforter -.

“pssst, wake up” she hears the whisper, smells the lotion and feels the hands in her hair.

“Too early”

“Honey, it’s already 8:30, the guys are arriving soon”

And suddenly her eyes were wide open.

Shit! She didn’t mean to stay the night when she got into his condo after a hell of a class. Eventually, they slept together the whole night, but not always, especially when they have breakfast with their group of friends. Mat seemed to sense her nervousness and kissed the top of her head sentencing “You were too tired last night, I choose not to wake you up.”

“Matyyyy” she whined closing her eyes again and sinking further in the bed. He chuckles. “I gotta go home to clean clothes an-” “There are enough options in my closet” he explains finally letting his weight falls into her, but with caution, so she doesn’t get hurt.

“You’re wet!!!!” y/n cursed one more time once she felt the drops of water hit her face and collarbone.

“Just got out of the shower” Mat states simply. She rolls her eyes playfully and let a kiss into his chin.

“Smells good” she whispers “and you shaved…”

He nods smiling. “I saw you were getting some scratches in the inner tight, so It was no big deal for me to solve this”

Scratches…

Inner tig-

Her thoughts are interrupted once she understands what he meant. The pitch of her stomach gaining the well-known feeling. Mat loved to go down on y/n so once he noticed that the growing beard was a little inconvenient to her sensitive area he didn’t think twice before shaving it off.

“I gotta go home to clean clothes before everyone arrives.” she changes the subject after the silence, actually, the silence wasn’t something uncomfortable between them.

“I told you there are enough options here” he repeats himself and she reaches for his neck, lacing her arms around it.

“How come?”

“You always forget something, so I usually just wash and put it with my clothes”

Y/n stays silent, she knew she left a pair or two of panties since the last time they ended up ripping the one she was wearing, but she didn’t think Mat was so careful and kept everything clean.

It was kind of overwhelming, to be honest, she already had a toothbrush and some books at his place, but clothes in general? Space in his closet? That was...scary.

It meant something and she knew it.

“Babe, you have to get up” Mat pokes her side.

“Honey”, “babe”...the nicknames, the soft kisses, the attention, the cuddles while sleeping at night...how they let things got this far?! This was far from the established line, wasn’t it?!

Y/n gives no response, just trying to sink more in the cushions, Mat chuckles and stands up, pushing the comforter off.

“Barzal, I’m naked!!!!” she grumbles covering her chest with one arm. “and it’s cold”

“First, I see you naked always and second, it’s not cold. C’mon, go take a bath, y/n” he pleads and she puffs finally getting up and heading to the bathroom.

She takes her time while washing her hair, brushing her teeth and choosing between a lot of clothes that -as Mat said- were at his closet. When she was finally dressed and combing her hair the doorbell rings. The voice of Tito, Joe, Emma, and Ed is heard from the bedroom and y/n takes a final look at the mirror before heading downstairs to her friends.

Joe is the first one to notice her and then Emma who’s sitting in the couch in front of the stairs, she gives y/n a well-known look, even tho y/n never talked about her ‘relationship’ with Mathew, Emma seemed to sense -but never enough to prove her point, so things usually consisted in Emma saying that she liked him and y/n denying every word.

“Good morning, Y/n” Tito compliments heh with a strong hug. “You got here early?”

“Yeah, it’s been ten minutes or so…”

“I see your hair still wet” Emma whispers while planting a kiss in her friend’s cheek.

“I came right after a bath, so yeah”.

“Mhm, sure, gonna pretend I believe you” the blonde girl jokes and y/n rolls her eyes playfully.

Ed and Joe are the next ones, Joe lingering a little bit longer in the hug and adding a small kiss in y/n’s cheek. “You look good today” he smiles before letting her body finally go. That, however, didn’t pass unnoticed by Mat.

“So, what you guys brought to breakfast??” Barzal asks while walking to the kitchen, followed by the others.

“I brought the watermelon juice, y/n’s favorite” Joe states while walking right behind his friends.

Mathew discreetly rolls his eyes and y/n is fast to see, shooting him a small giggle.

Everyone putting their designed plates in the table minutes before the loud voice and laughers start along with mouths full of food and eventually some choking and more laughs.

The group of friends left Mathew’s house around lunchtime, but they would meet at some Tito’s friend party in the evening, which probably was the main reason why y/n went home...or maybe she needed some alone time to put straight her thoughts. Barzal drove her home and they said their goodbyes with a small wave, something seemed off and both could feel it, the tension almost touchable. Happens that during all morning Joe kept flirting with y/n in a way he never did before, which was funny to all of their friends who were seeing all of that as one of Joe’s typical class-clown behavior. He was a funny guy, but Barzal was sure at that moment he was not kidding, he meant it and the way his eyes were trailing her body made his blood boil.

But what Mathew could do?

Nothing!

They were not dating, he couldn’t simply demand him to shut up, not when y/n didn’t look at him pleading help with her eyes or showed some kind of discomfort, she was apparently seeing all the situation as comic.

He wanted to feel comfortable with someone praising y/n cause Mat was sure she deserved all, but he was afraid. And not from the praise or guys at all, he was afraid of her falling for someone else, seeing the possibility of the same relationship with someone that wasn’t him.

Hell, he wanted to show her off to the whole world and praise her in every way possible.

In the monarchy times, she surely would be his queen almighty. And him...he would be just a fool in love.

In love.

These words were his only company all day long while his mind raced with thoughts about what the hell was happening until he felt tired enough to fall asleep.

Mat woke up with the call from Tito asking if he would make it in time and he was confused once the sleep made him forget about the party. Mathew raced for the bathroom, taking a batch, changing and finally leaving thirty minutes later for the party.

Bruno Mars was blasting through the speakers of the club while the group of friends talking in a discreet corner. Y/n standing beside Emma with her drink in hands a small smile displaying on her face. Her waist was moving slightly and as much as she wanted to feel the music and delightfully dance something was missing…

Almost forty minutes later his perfume is close, her stomach does some flips and finally, the voice is heard.

“I fell asleep, sorry guys” he states while going to compliment everyone in the friends' circle.

Tito is fast to start chatting and so the night goes with a lot of talks, dance, music, laugh, and glances. When the club started to get full and they wanted to keep the conversation and subjects between their group Emma suggested to go to Ed’s house that was close from there.

They did as suggested and when everyone was getting comfortable in the living room Joe started “we should play truth or dare”.

“Don’t we have something better to do” it’s Ed’s turn to speak and he glances at his friend with a curious and sarcastic face.

“C’mon, it will be fun! We gonna talk shit anyway…” Emma jokes and y/n chuckles, her friend was always open for adventures and since it was only their group she felt safe to be who she was and to do all the things she wants as well.

“You see, Em’s by my side?!” showing his tongue Joe disappears into the house getting back some minutes later with a bottle.

All the five already sitting in a circle in the middle of the room. Emma is by y/n’s right and by her left is empty and then Tito talking with Ed and Barzal. Joe takes the opportunity and sits by her side which doesn’t go unnoticed by Mathew one more time, but whatever, they were all friends, it was normal to eulogize and give attention and take care and...right?!

Because of her excitement, Emma is the first to start throwing the bottle that lands with the bottleneck pointing to Edward.

“Truth or dare, Ed?”

“Truth” he exhales.

“Ok...were you in love with our physic teacher in college?” she’s straight into the point and Joe laughs seeing his friend become bright red and then pale.

“Oh, c’mon Ems, we don’t even have this class anymore!!”

“You said the truth” Tito chuckles standing for his friend. “Let’s go, man, answer fast.”

Ed grumbles before giving their friend a positive answer that made all of them cheer and laugh.

When Ed spins the bottle and it lands for y/n she arches her brows.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare” she rolls her eyes and takes a sip from her drink. He would probably send her to ring the doorbell of the neighbor or walk barefoot in the sidewalk, or so y/n thought.

“Kiss Joe”

“What?” Tito chuckles not believing in Ed’s command.

“You gotta be kidding me” y/n curls her lips into a funny way.

“Am not. I dare you to kiss Joe”

She rolls her eyes that land into a pair of honey already staring. His eyes were dark and he had this stressed face that he does when some player hits him in the ice. Mathew wasn’t happy with that little game not even a little.

She waited to see if he was going to say something, but as nothing left his lips she used hers to kiss the boy by her side. Joe's hand’s found her cheek and he was looking for some kind of dominance in the kiss, trying to get her close every second so so different from Barzal kisses, she remembered. Mat always holds her close, wait for some sign of consent and usually tangles his long fingers into her curly hair.

Emma does this surprise noise when Joe and y/n break the kiss and Mat looks a little disappointed.

“I’m gonna grab some air,” the number 13 of the nyi says before leaving the room. Y/n was fast to notice the change in his tone, he was mad.

Emma glances at her and she stays still, not really being able to understand everything including the mood swing from Mathew. “Your turn to spin the bottle” Ed mumbles noticing that his dare wasn’t one of the best ideas.

“I...I gotta talk to Mat” she stands.

“You should wait h-” Emma was not able to stop y/n from standing up neither changing her mind. She knew her best friend and she knew that once y/n decided to do something it was pretty hard to convince her otherwise.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, right?” Tito’s voice is the last thing y/n could hear before leaving the room.

Mat was leaning in the wall, the empty corridor not doing much to hide her presence even with the constant beep of the elevator.

“What the hell was that?!” She was starting to get angry, but with the fact that he acts like something was happening, he left evidence to their friends when they had made it clear that thein fling could never ever be known. It would make the friendship a little complicated. “What?” “Don’t act like you have no idea about what I’m talking about. That scene in the living room in front of our friends...it was so...childish!”

“C’mon, I’m not gonna stand here to hear you say that shit” he answers.

“We’re friends, Mat, that was not the attitude of a friend and you know it! Emma is always talking about us and I know Tito is all about jokes with you too.”

“We’re what?”

“Friends, Mathew!”

“We’re not just friends, and you know it!” he speaks almost softly.

Y/n freezes in her spot, the elevator still not there, but Mat wished it was for some seconds. It was not easy to start a relationship discussion in the middle of their friend’s apartment corridor.

Knowing y/n like he knew, Barzal expected her to say some shit about his statement, some sass comment or even a roll of eyes, however, just like she had nothing against it she said: “Ok, but it’s just a kiss…”

“You don’t go out there kissing everyone!”

“Don’t you?!” she furrows her brows.

“Gosh, what image do you have of me? I’m your friend…”

“But if I recall we both agreed with the not serious status, and the main reason is our friendship.” She bites her lips and starts to tap her bare feet in the ground.

“See, that's the thing!” he sighs. “Mat, stop talking to me like I’m able to fucking read your mind!! You have to tell me stuffs, we should take like we usually d-”

“I don’t wanna be just friends with benefits anymore”

She goes silent and the elevator finally arrives. It’s like her mind still racing and processing what he just said. He was jealous. He confessed he didn’t want to do that anymore. But what did that means? Mat want them to be over or does he wants to start something serious?!

Before she was able to speak he enters the elevator, however y/n’s able to see the look of disappoint in his eyes, the eyes that she knows so well..the eyes that she woke up beside during some days of the week, the eyes that usually made her body shiver, the eyes that spoke into words that not ever she could read.

So when she finally put the things together she calls the elevator, praying for the time to be by her side. That’s what they say in the rom-com movies, that the time works perfectly when it comes to two lovers.

This time it does not take long to the elevator arrive and she hops in, barefoot, messy hair and a racing heart.

When it comes to a stop she runs looking for his car in the parking lot of the building. It’s not even open yet, he’s standing in the side of it. Hands holding the door like he was looking for some kind of strength to his body.

“Mathew!!” she tries to run faster catching his attention.

“I…” he starts but she cuts him off. “I guess I don’t wanna be just friends with benefits anymore too…” her voice was puffy, gasping for air. Mathew opens his mouth to talk once again, but she rolls her eyes speaking first again “Why couldn’t you just wait for my answer?! I’m not a professional athlete like you…”

He chuckles.

“Sorry” it’s a whisper, she knows it’s not just him making her run, it’s about no being patient, not waiting for things to calm down to talk...not telling her before. But as they said, love has its own time huh?! Or that’s what he wants to believe.

She gets closer, hands holding his shoulders.

“And now?”

“I mean...we go on a date or our nights' count as it?” he jokes and laughs softly.

“Where would you take me?” she asks, brows furrowed.

“As I already know you, I know you know where I would take you...but let me make this as a surprise” he pecks her lips.

“With how many dates we can kiss?” y/n gets closer.

“I don’t know, you tell me”

“Can we start it with the kiss first and then the date?” she jokes and lean even closer, her barefoot almost leaving the ground.

“We can start however you want”

And so they kissed, in the underground of the building, in a very unexpected night. Just like that, no complications, no need to worry. Things would find its ways for the better. Call it fate, love or simply their actions. Y/n and Mathew were ready to face it together.

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aj-writes-here · 4 years

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So, I deleted the first one because I messed up, but this seconds attempt is correct! As some of you may know, I had this idea early morning today and here’s the finished product!

PS: Turned out longer than I expected, but I’m quite happy with how it turned, remember that if you have any comments wether if you like it or not, I’m happy to read them!

Captain Levi, Hanji Shrunk the Cadets

The cabin was not that bad, in the end, the time that you were going to spend there was not that long, so it was not to be a challenge or so you thought.

That day, it was only the cadets, Hanji and Levi since the others were called by Erwin to talk about some things, therefore the three of you, full-grown adults were supposed to be able to handle a group of teenagers, and they were calmer than before, since the events that took Reiner, Berthold and Yimir away from them, they seemed a little off and with justified reason, I must say. Training days and cleaning days were all good, nothing new, nothing strange.

Until that Friday morning.

''I'm in charge of body to body combat today, you'll get them to do the cleaning after'' You said as you were clapping your bra, some drops of water after the shower were still running down your torso while your eyes were on Levi who was buttoning his pants.

''Tch, I don't know how much time they've been cleaning and they still suck at it. They're a fucking headache.''

''At least they try'' Raising an eyebrow you finished dressing, walking towards him and placing a kiss on his cheek.

''They suck at trying, then'' Levi stood up and grabbed his shirt.

''I'll see you soon, Captain'' With an amused smile on your lips, you blinked an eye and left the temporary room.

It was a hell of a big cabin, and while walking through the hall the only thing you could see was Hanji walking as fast as possible, thinking that you were not going to notice her.

''Uhm, I can see you Hanji''

''Y/n! How are you? Looking good today! I have things to do, so see you soon'' The four-eyed woman said as fast as she was walking, not giving you time to even comprehend what was happening. ''Oh! And if shorty asks about me don't tell him you saw him''

With those last lines, she kept walking. You? Stood there in the middle of the hallway. The scientist was excentric by nature, but this time she was acting nervous as if she... Messed something up. What the hell did she do know, you said to yourself walking to the main part of the cabin where the cadets should be finishing their breakfast to start training, and indeed they were.

Eyes opened in an indescribable mix between horror, surprise, and panic. This was bad, really bad. The cadets were there, yes, but... There were tiny. Four years old tiny. Connie was running away from Sasha because she wanted to steal his piece of bread, Mikasa was painting the table with the rest of the oatmeal left on her plate, Eren and Jean were about to rip each others hair while Armin and Historia were with their noses buried in a book. What. The. Actual. Hell. It was them, there was no doubt about it, but they were definitely not the cadets you saw at dinner last night. Even their clothes had shrunk.

''Guys?'' you asked in a normal voice tone, the one they would usually look at you immediately. No answer. ''Kids?'' second attempt, still nothing. ''CADETS'' this time your voice was really loud, and all of their actions stopped in that very second. You sighed. ''Behave, stay here, and don't break anything. Especially not your heads''

That's all you could say, I mean you were a soldier. Killing titans was your job, therefore you had no idea how to deal with little kids. They stood there, watching you with curious eyes, apparently, they had no idea they were soldiers who were fighting for humanity, and they had zero clues about who you were. Trusting them, you went back to Levi. Opening the door, he was on the tiny desk that the bedroom had to offer, and he didn't raise his eyes when you walked in. But he did look at you when you spoke, especially at the selection of words.

''Remember when you said the cadets were a headache?''

''What did they do now'' Levi said setting the pen aside.

''We have... A small issue. Small but huge.'' He looked at you without understanding anything.

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The two of you walked to Hanji's lab, and Levi asked what the hell was she thinking about, to increase their stamina, she had said. After some curses here and there, Hanji said she was going to fix the mess she had made while you and Levi look after the mini cadets.

''When I left, they stopped doing everything. Hopefully, they will be still quiet'' You said looking at Levi.

''I'm going to break her legs'' If he got stressed by dealing with the cadets in their normal age, he didn't want to think about how would it be babysitting them.

What did you see when you got the main room? Chaos. The oatmeal that was on the table was now on the floor, Jean’s foot was on Eren’s cheek while Mikasa was pulling Jean by the back of his shirt... Almost choking him. Connie running around with a book as Armin was trying to get it back, and Sasha? She was trying to take an apple out of Historia's mouth. Levi and y/n looked at the scene with complete panic, a desire to kill Hanji and wanting to tie the cadets to a tree. The last time you left, they were quiet, but once they were left alone the destruction began. Levi looked almost panicked by the scene, he knew how to deal with grown people, but with kids? This was going to be hard.

''Cadets'' you said, trying to get their attention but failing just like the first time.

''BRATS'' Levi raised his voice, and it was louder, deeper and more terrifying, especially for four years old kids. After looking at a considerably taller Levi for them with big eyes, Historia pouted her lips starting to cry after a few seconds, Armin following her.

''Great, you made them cry'' you pointed at the crying kids looking at Levi, being hard to believe that they will need to take care of toddlers.

The black-haired was frightening for them, except for one. Levi's eyes looked at his legs when he felt some kind of a punch, Eren was hitting his legs relentlessly.

''You made Armin cry!'' He shouted with a weird pronunciation, Levi just laid his hand on his hand, pushing him back with ease. ''I will end you!'' Eren replied, trying to defeat the strength of Levi's arm.

''Instead of hitting him you should... Go and be with Armin, don't you think that Eren?'' you said, knowing Eren a sure thing was that he cared about his friends. He looked at you with bright eyes, nodding immediately.

When Historia's mouth was open because of her cry, Sasha grabbed the half-eaten apple, Levi looking at her with disgusted eyes. What were they supposed to do with a group of kids? First, they should clean up the mess made with the oatmeal, then make sure non of them cry again because they had no idea about how to calm children, and last but not least keep them inside the cabin to avoid them to run away from their sight. You looked at the clock hanging on the wall, 11:30. The day was barely beginning and they had no idea what was happening. Historia was still crying, and Sasha patted her head while the stolen apple was now trapped between Sasha’s teeth, Mikasa sat next to Eren and Armin, Jean caressing his neck because of almost being choked by the Ackerman girl, and Connie... Where the hell was Connie? You looked around trying to find him, Levi looking at to try to comprehend what you were looking for.

''Look Eren! Go kill titans!'' Springer showed up walking outside the kitchen with a knife the size of his arm in front of him. Eren stood up quickly to grab it.

''Give me that'' In a rush you were in front of the bald kid, taking the knife out of his hands.

''You don't go anywhere near the knife, kid'' Levi said grabbing at Eren by the neck of his shirt.

''Historia don't cry anymore'' Armin said with a soft voice sitting beside the blonde girl.

''He scary'' She pointed at Levi, you hid your laugh.

''Go and apologize'' you said punching him softly on his side with your elbow.

''Not doing that'' The answer was short, his eyes were on yours. But when Historia cried louder, he gasped. ''Fine'' Letting Eren free from his grip, he walked over the small girl and kneeled in front of her ''I'm sorry, brat'' That was all she needed to smile again.

''Happy now?'' Levi asked you while standing up again.

''Very much'' With both of your eyebrows raised you smiled at him.

''What the hell are we supposed to do now?'' Levi looked at them.

''It's almost noon, so... We should give them something to eat as lunch and then force them to take a nap, I guess?''

''Tch, I rather being taking a shit instead of taking care of these... Brats'' He looked at them with a curious expression on his face.

''I know, I can see it on your face'' a laughed escaped your lips, watching how he stared at you with a death glare ''But we don't have a choice now'' your shoulders lifted in a way of saying we're fucked up.

''I will prepare something for them to eat and you clean this mess''

Being that said, you disappeared inside the kitchen, hopefully with their bellies full they would get tired and sleep for a bit, so with a lack of kitchen skills the idea of making them sandwiches was the best. You took a knife to open the pieces of bread one by one, just adding them a slice or two of tomato, a bit of cheese, and some leaves of lettuce. Nothing to fancy and surely Sasha was going to ask for more even though she had eaten an apple and another piece of bread earlier. A tug on her pant drove you out of your thoughts and sandwich-making process. Looking down, the only thing you could see was a pair of emerald green eyes looking at you.

''What is it, Eren?'' He said nothing, just smile at you and lifted his arms. Oh fuck. You did nothing else but lifting him, holding him with just one arm.

You're such a cute little bastard, you thought. He looked a bit little than four years old, yet you knew he was a hurricane. Preparing the sandwiches was harder with one hand, but if keeping the toddler version of the titan shifter in your arms was going to calm the things outside the kitchen, then well. Again, another tug on your pants. Now Jean?

''I want too!'' The chubby-cheeked boy said, but before you could say something Eren answered.

''Get out, horse face!'' he took out his tongue mocking him.

''I can't lift you, Jean. But you can stay here, is that fine?'' Damn it, why was so hard to speak softly to young kids? you were not used to that.

''Fine'' Jean answered in defeat, holding your leg.

Meanwhile in the main room, things were... Hard to describe. After cleaning the floor, Levi had given Armin a book to keep him and Mikasa busy, they were friends so they were not going to kill each other and Connie joined after, but he kept tugging on Armin's hair. Historia had picked another apple trying to hide from Sasha, but it didn't work. Levi was sitting on a chair, and suddenly Historia was climbing him until she sat on his shoulders. Levi almost choked, what was he supposed to do? Why was she on his shoulders? And why was Sasha running at him? He stood up quickly, and Historia spoke.

''She wants to eat my apple again'' She held tight on his locks and Levi clenched his teeth, trying his best at not cursing.

''She doesn't want share!'' Sasha replied, holding to Levi's leg with no intention of letting him go before he gave her the apple.

''Lunch will be ready soon, brat'' He said looking at Sasha.

Why the hell was y/n taking so long? There were just six sandwiches, he thought to himself walking to the kitchen, feeling annoyed by Sasha's weight on his leg but at least Historia was no longer pulling his hair, and still, he held her tight so she didn't fall to the floor. When Levi got to the kitchen, his eyes went from no expression at all, to why-the-hell-is-Eren-on-your-arms expression and why-is-that-other-idiot-stuck-to-your-leg expression as well. You knew him very well to know what he was thinking, so you just answered.

''They're four, I couldn't say no''

''I'll have them running laps until they pass out'' He said. ''Hurry the fuck up, I have a situation here'' Levi pointed with his chin at the girl on his leg.

''You're not the only one with a situation, I can't feel my arm anymore'' You said with a desperate look on your face.

An idea came to your head, and when you finished the last sandwich you set Eren on the floor, praying him and Jean didn't fight over something stupid again.

''The first who gets to the table will get chocolate!''

A vile lie. There was no chocolate, but you needed them at the table eating so they can get tired. Sasha flew to the main room as Levi left Historia on the ground, Eren and Jean pushing each other to see who would get first. Connie, Armin and Mikasa were already sitting on the table, and the blonde boy set the book on his lap. As you were giving them the sandwiches, Levi poured some water for them not to choke. The two of you sat on the extremes of the table, still looking at the now kid cadets. It was weird, weirder than abnormal titans. You and Levi exchanged looks, finally some silence. His gaze left yours so he could focus on Connie who was on his right.

''Oi, don't eat like a pig'' He grabbed a cloth and wiped his mouth in a somewhat sharply movement.

You smiled to yourself at the gesture, Levi cleaning a kid? Your heart was oddly warm at the image, as you smiled to yourself but then again a soft touch on your arm caught your attention. Mikasa had split her sandwich in two and was giving one of the halves to you. Without lying, you felt your heart clenching at the gesture.

''Thank you, but I'm good Mikasa. You can eat it''

Levi couldn't help but look at your cute smile, smiling on the insides. The cadets eating the sandwiches turned out better than they expected, they were quiet, eating like decent small human beings. The minutes passed, but peace was over. The lunch did not make them tired, it activated them. At the moment they finished their sandwiches they stood up and started running all over the place. Levi trapped the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb as finding patience. You stood up and follow them, something had to make them tired, something had to work, they could not have endless energy. Levi gathered the glasses and plates to wash them, and when he was in the kitchen, it hit her.

''Ok, you guys. We'll go outside.'' You said as opening the door, but standing in front of them before they could get out ''But don't get away from my sight, got it?''

Surprisingly they obey, and they just went out when you did. The game was simple, they had to catch you if they could, so making good use of your physical conditions you started running and avoiding the little brats chasing you. They were laughing and screaming when they were almost close to catching you. Silence filled Levi's ears, and that meant danger when there were six little children. He went out of the kitchen just to find himself alone, but when he looked out the window he saw the scene. Levi went out and sat on the porch of the cabin looking at you. It caught his attention that you no longer seemed stressed or panicked, you were smiling and laughing surrounded just by four years old. Maybe in the future...His thoughts were interrupted when suddenly, he felt a shy touch on his shoulder, it was Armin and Historia. Levi didn't say anything, he just looked at them waiting for an answer.

''Mister Levi... Could you read this for us?'' His eyebrows raised, and all he could do was grabbing the book and start reading at the pair of kids.

The day went by faster than expected, and you spent most of it running with the cadets, and Levi read almost half of the book for them. Dinner time came, and another round of sandwiches was the election. Hanji appeared, her hair was messier than ever, tired eyes but a smile on her face.

''I DID IT!'' She screamed ''You just need to put a few drops on their drinks and they'll be back to normal in a few hours''

They did as Hanji said, Levi just gave her a death glare and she went back smiling to the confines of her lab. You trusted her but still was that fear. What if now they turned to giants? Nevermind, it was better to keep those thoughts away. Everyone was tired, so Sasha and Connie sat together, just playing to nonsense things while they were falling asleep, their heads touching. Eren had climbed to the couch, right in the middle of you and Levi, and from one moment to another, he fell asleep with his head on your arm while Jean was sitting next to Levi.

''I will take another fucking teeth out of his mouth when he have his normal size again.''

You just laughed, he was jealous of Eren, a four-year-old Eren. You couldn't help it, he and Jean had been trying to get your attention the entire day, but also did Mikasa when she wanted to talk to you, she was surprisingly mature for her age. At least that temporary age. Levi noticed all of that, and somehow he couldn't stop thinking about the control you had. But again, he almost chocked in disgust when he saw Jean drooling over his hand. Eventually, all of them had fallen asleep. Carefully, you set Eren on the floor next to Armin and Mikasa, and Levi went to grab a blanket and cover them trying not to wake them up. Right after Levi went to the bathroom and washed his hands over five times, fucking gross, he thought. The two of you just sat there once he was back, head against head. You fell asleep in five minutes, and Levi just stood there, eyes closed but awake to see if they needed anything.

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Grunts, voices, and other weird sounds woke you up.

''I had an awful dream'' Sasha said.

''Yeah, me too. I remember drooling over the Captain's hand'' Jean sobbed his head, Levi looking at him as if he were to kill him.

''What happened?'' Armin asked you and Levi, both with a tired expression.

After telling them exactly what had happened, the cadets felt a bit embarrassed, they couldn't help it, but they felt grateful for being taken care of.

''Now you have to clean this entire cabin. I don't want to see a fucking speck of dust. If I see it, you will all end up tied to a tree. With ten titans waiting for you.''

Past noon, you and Levi sat on the porch again, looking at how they were arguing about the duties, an amusing picture I must say.

''We were not that awful'' you said, looking at the cadets.

''Agree. They were a pain in the ass, though'' you laughed at his words and then he spoke again, ''Maybe... Once this shit is over, we could have brats of our own.'' You couldn't believe what you were hearing, but it was real. He, Levi Ackerman had said that.

''Are you sure about it?’’

''Tch, I wouldn't be saying it, you idiot.'' That was all he said about that topic, because when he saw Jean and Eren he couldn't contain himself ''Oi Eren, Jeanbo, I can still smell horse shit from here, go and clean the damned stables again, and then fifteen laps because of your usless ass'' That was his revenge for being stuck with you yesterday.

You were still smiling at his previous words, apparently both of you were not that mad at taking care of children, maybe it could work sometime in the future. A few brats of your own didn't seem that bad.

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sweetestrequiems · 4 years

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I: Meetings and Photos

Word Count: 3,025

A/N: Hello you lovely people of the Queendom on Tumblr. I’m Kit, and... well, you’ve seen me around enough. I wrote Silence is Never Better, The Tower of London, and maybe a few other things you might have seen around. Anyways... Welcome to the first chapter of Out of a Book! I’m very excited to share this with you all. I truly hope with heart and soul that you all enjoy this. If you ever want to leave any feedback, feel free to message me, or contact me at one of these profiles:

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A rather early Thursday morning in the city of Syracuse, New York. The time’s about 7:15 in the morning.

The sun was over the horizon, but there was little to no noise inside of the apartment. The birds sang their graces and none of this seemed to be the thing to wake up the sleeping woman. In fact, a little snore escaped from her while she slept. Had her roommate not needed to go to work, she would've turned that against the woman in a heartbeat. But of course, this was not out of malice; the two would see the situation being out of fun. Getting up this early in the morning, however, never came easy for the woman that was still in bed. There were two things able to get her to wake up: the sun hitting her eyes, or an alarm of sorts, whether from a phone or a clock.

On this Thursday morning? It was both of those things that would wake her up.

An aggravated Catherine Parr turned to face away from the sunlight, and to reach for her phone. Forcing herself to sit up to turn the alarm off, Parr set the phone down before stretching her arms up and yawning. She noticed the quiet of the apartment about a few minutes from initially waking up. This meant that she was half asleep for a good little bit. “Ah, Lina went to work. Right, I almost forget she’s a teacher sometimes,” she finishes her sentence with a hum. Catalina Aragón, someone she affectionately called Lina, or even just Aragon. She found it fun to have a Spanish roommate, if she was being honest with herself. Made for a more entertaining time some days.

Parr’s never-resting mind began to try to think as to why she had set an alarm so early in the morning. Was it due to the fact she kept waking up too late? Was it a meeting with her publicist? The woman, for the life of her, could not remember. A hand came up to her forehead, rubbing it a few times before pinching the bridge of her nose. “This is bollocks. I can’t remember why I set my alarms so early,” a groan of frustration comes out under her breath. If she hadn’t turned her alarm off so quickly, she might’ve read the reminder that she had put for it. That didn’t matter much. It would come back to smack her in the face later.

Letting her legs swing over the edge of the bed, Parr pushed herself up and on her feet she landed.

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7:45 am.

For Catherine to admit she was ready for the day, she needed one thing, and that one thing was in her hands as she walked back to the small table. Sitting down, the ceramic mug came up to her lips. Coffee. That was the one thing she needed. Her shoulders came up for a moment before they eased up, a smile helping her expression soften up from grumpy-seeming to amused. Opening up her laptop, Catherine softly hummed. A buzz makes her gaze shift from the laptop screen to her phone’s screen, seeing the notification on it. Tapping on it, she allows her phone to open up the email.

From: Cleves, Anna To: Parr, Catherine Subject: Planning for next release

Parr,

Writing a short email to remind you about our 8:00 am meeting for the first steps of getting the announcement of your upcoming book release. If you have any ideas post-conference, be sure to write them down and send me an email with them. We can further discuss those at a later date.

Anna Cleves Media Agent/Public Relations

Bringing her free hand up to her mouth, Catherine Parr forced herself to swallow the mouthful of coffee and then hissed under her breath. “That’s today?! It’s 7:55, I have barely any time to get ready!” Gold star for Cathy Parr. Standing up, the author gave a sigh and quickly disappeared off to the space that was her room in the apartment to at least make herself presentable from the torso up. It did not matter that she was wearing black joggers, so long as she looked like she was ready for a business meeting.

Adjusting her curls so they wouldn’t fall over her face, Catherine paced over to the chair, and sat back down. Now that she had her headset on, and got ready in the nick of time, she patiently waited for the call. There it was. Taking a brief moment to look at herself and adjust her blouse, she answers. “Good morning, Anna.”

“Good morning to you too, Cathy. Glad to see you’re awake at an early time. And you got all dressed up, too! You didn’t have to,” a chuckle. Cleves ran a hand through her hair and gave a smile. “So, we’re looking at what kind of a timeline for the release, exactly?” A slight roll of the eyes, and a shake of the head. “Would’ve been nice to know before I spent the last five minutes panicking over being dressed decently. Anyways, to the main topic. My editor is getting ready to give me the list of revisions made to the draft and then I’m going to once again, go in and edit whatever needs to be changed per her advice. We’re... aiming for maybe... three to six months from now.”

A nod from Anna. Catherine could see the woman looking at a second screen and typing something. Probably notes about all of this. This conversation carried on past 8:30, until it was Anna herself who decided to conclude it. “Sounds wonderful. I’ll be in touch, as per usual. But now that this is over, we can talk about something else, if you’d like.” Although they saw each other maybe once or twice a month in person, Anna and Catherine were quite the close friends–– about as close as Catherine and Catalina, since the two have been roommates since their university days. “Look, I woke up this morning thinking I had nothing to do, and I was just going to text Lina for the grocery list but then your email popped up,” a laugh. The German woman simply shook her head.

“So you got dressed up in a panic, Cathy? I’m shocked.” There was another bout of laughter that interrupted them. Parr found herself nodding. “Of course I did. I’m not going to just answer a conference call from you in a crop top and joggers, and with a messy bun.” The thought of Parr actually having a messy bun made Cleves laugh. “You and messy buns? You’ve got to be kidding me. But good job admitting you’re still halfway in your pajamas.”

Now she rolled her eyes. She rolled them so hard, they could've rolled right off her face.

Catherine shook her head, not being able to help the smile. “Hush. As if you weren't in your own. You’re at home, I know you are!” Her hands went to grab the cup of coffee, and she brought it back up to her lips. She was a bit proud of herself for not having touched it the whole time during the meeting, but now she was craving it. So, she began to drink it, allowing Anna to talk. “Where’s Lina? I’m surprised the woman isn’t around there. Wait, no... never mind, don’t answer that. She’s at work, isn’t she?” A nod. “Yeah, she’s a teacher, Anna. She leaves early. Comes back by dinner time normally.”

It was a safe assumption to say the two were having a fairly good time speaking to each other.

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11:11 am.

“Perfect. That’s the shot,” a southern English voice rang out in the studio apartment. That was the voice of the beauty that took the world by storm: Anne Boleyn. “Tu as un bon oeil avec une caméra, Maggie! Ça a l'air super, vraiment. Go on and head on home, you’re good to go. Have fun with the pictures,” the ruby-lipped woman gave a kiss on both cheeks to her photographer friend, who packed up soon after and headed on out. Sitting down on the loveseat, Boleyn ended up getting herself to lay down and hold her phone right above her face.

“Lame.” She scrolls past one post.

“Seen it.” Another.

“What’s this?” A new post from her favorite author. She’d never admit it, but deep down inside, she was a huge nerd. Anne skimmed over the post, her thumb double tapping the screen. Parr’s posts were always inspirational quotes, or some snippets from her works. This one was just an appreciation post. A smile began to form, with it eventually becoming a light laugh. “She’s so kind! It’s amazing how someone so famous has a golden heart. And I’m sure she knows she’s got the fame.”

Most of the remainder of the morning for Anne was spent laying down, on Instagram, with no care in the world. Truly, the woman was one of a rather mellow personality. And in her spare time, she loved a good book. Deciding she’d had enough of Instagram for the time being, she closed out of the app and opened up another one. Probably delivery or something, considering it was approaching the afternoon and she felt her stomach rumble just a little. “Good thing I decided to get food. Has it really been almost five hours since I ate?”

An early riser, she was. On most days, Boleyn woke herself up at around three in the morning to go work out from maybe 3:30 to 4:45 in the morning. Sometimes she’d extend that work out to 5:45 in the morning. Then it was off to come back home, shower and get comfortable to be in the kitchen and cooking food for herself by around the 6:45 mark. She was always eating by seven in the morning, if not ten minutes later. But she was feeling particularly lazy today, so she’d take advantage of the day to just lounge around.

Standing up, Anne left her phone face down on the loveseat. She didn’t need it to get comfortable. And to be fair, it took her maybe about ten minutes, because the majority of it was her washing her face and making sure to take good care of that. She did however, come out of her bedroom with her glasses on. Now that she was alone for the day, she could just be Anne. No contacts, no sunglasses. Just plain Anne Boleyn. She was a huge nerd growing up, and she knew this to be quite true. She loved herself, and she truly did love her modeling career, but she found it odd to be both a nerd and a super famous model at the same time.

So, she’d keep her personal life to herself. Just like that.

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1:00 pm.

Having finished her lunch around fifteen minutes ago, and having cleaned everything up, Anne found herself at a crossroads during the day. She could take her glasses off, grab a blanket, and take a nice nap. She could go out to the local shops and peruse their inventories. She could get into the kitchen, and do some meal prepping. She had options, but she just couldn’t quite put her finger on what she wanted to do. Shrugging it off, the woman reached for the bookshelf. One of Parr’s books was in her hands.

Anne couldn’t quite tell what drew her into Catherine’s writings. Her books were not quite memoirs, but not quite fully opinionated pieces either. However, they did fall into the non-fiction category. Think of it as a discourse, kind of–– but one full of opinion, experience, and even proven fact. She was a strong woman, and had morals. Anne Boleyn was drawn to that from the first day she picked up a book by Catherine Parr. Laying back down on the loveseat, she opened up the book with a smile.

“A well deserved following,” she’d softly mutter. Her smile became less and less of one until her face was deadpan; a sign she was focused on reading. Word by word and page by page. Killer looks in front of the camera and the world, but a calm and soft appearance in private. This was something Anne showed maybe once or twice, since she has occasionally posted on her Instagram stories a picture or a video with her in her glasses.

One page became another as the time passed. Page to page, eventually book to book. Anne was in one of her reading holes, humming to herself to add a little more entertainment to her already uplifted mood. What broke her out of the daze was her phone ringing. A phone call. Pulling the phone out from underneath her, Anne answered after reading the caller ID. Maggie. Probably an update about the pictures or something.

“Anne! Bonne nouvelle, mon ami! I’ll have these edited by tonight or tomorrow at best. You’ll be right back on a runway soon enough with these,” Maggie sounded excited. A smile came across Anne’s lips. “Besides, you now have an updated picture for events instead of having to use the one from three years ago! Isn’t that great?” Sitting up, Boleyn set the book down and nodded to herself. “Oui. Merci à vous, comme d'habitude, Maggie. You work miracles,” she chuckles. “We’ll talk later. I might just take a nap or binge some Netflix.”

The conversation carried on for maybe five more minutes before Maggie hung up. Quite literally Anne’s best friend from childhood. Put the two together nowadays, and if Maggie had her camera or Anne’s phone in her hand, it was a photoshoot wherever they went. Safe to say that Maggie was responsible for the solid 90% of Anne’s feed that wasn’t selfies and food posts. Count your blessings, they always say. And despite the overwhelming following, Boleyn truly was grateful for what she had. Every single bit of fame that came her way? She was thankful she managed to get that far.

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6:30 pm.

“Cathy? Estoy aquí y traje comida!”

Catalina had shut the door to the apartment as she finished that statement. Catherine peeked from behind the wall, before stepping out into view and smiling. “How was work, Lina?” Setting the food down on the table, one could see Catalina’s eyes roll to the back of her head for a moment. Looks like she had a troublesome day, considering she wasn't too cheery coming in the door. “Don’t get me started on it, Cathy. They were so unruly today for no reason. Part of me wonders if it’s the fact that they’re teenagers or not, but... it was unreal. The few that sit by my desk in the back of the classroom? They kept their cool, and I was glad about that.”

Catalina and Catherine both opened up their respective take out containers.

“Pero, gran y poderoso Señor... it was a nightmare today.”

A snicker came from Parr. “That’s why I don’t teach English. Could you imagine it? I’d be being told I’m spelling stuff like colour and favourite, or honour wrong! I’m English, we spell it differently than the Americans!” That snicker became a laugh. Catalina couldn’t help but laugh herself. “But truly, I’m so sorry you had to deal with a rowdy bunch today. Maybe they will be more mellow tomorrow. One day is just one day, and you have had one bad day... what... once every few months normally?”

“Yeah, it does happen every few months. So, I guess I won’t worry too much.” Catalina just shrugged it off, stuffing a spoonful of rice into her mouth.

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A bite of chicken found itself on Anne’s fork. She was staring at her food, debating whether she should, or should not, post the dinner she so graciously decided to make. One could see the questioning glimmer in her eyes. The voice across the room made her attention snap from the plate to the source of the voice. “Je sais que c'est joli, mais allez, Anne. You haven’t touched your own food!” A bit of a laugh from Maggie. “I know, I know. Look, I just... wonder sometimes, if there’s anything else I can add to it. I always do that after I finish something.”

“I can tell. Just like when we were kids. You ALWAYS wanted to experiment more with your food. It’s almost like you live to be chaos.”

“Well, I mean... have you seen how I look? I’m chaos disguised as a babe. I like to think I’m pretty fit, after all,” there was the laugh from Boleyn. Shrugging it off, she just started to eat. Maggie was the one to continue the conversation. “Speaking of things you like, Anne... has that favorite author of yours posted anything? You always had a bit of a love for books. I saw that appreciation post earlier, and thought that was sweet. Even with the fame she has to her name, she remains humble. D’you know what, Anne? It reminds me of you a little.”

“How so?”

“Because you are the exact same way! Even with this huge following, you... you take the time to reach out and say thank you! You’re quite humble, despite what your looks say about you. I guess that whole don’t judge a book by its cover thing is real. Also, how do you just know how to make chicken taste good? This is amazing! I’m surprised you didn't go to culinary school,” Maggie practically shoved her food into her mouth, knowing that it would make Anne Boleyn laugh.

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At the end of the night, both women could be found doing the exact same thing before they made themselves fall asleep:

Scrolling through their social media pages. One admiring the other’s confidence, and one admiring the other’s intelligence. A fair trade off to it all.

And despite the surprisingly good chaos from earlier on in the day, Anne Boleyn and Catherine Parr both could agree on one thing:

That there would be one day that their paths cross.

#Out of a Book #Catherine Parr #Anne Boleyn #six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #Parrlyn #six ff #six fanfiction

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lowkeyassgard · 4 years

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DAY 4 OF LOKI VS. EARTH: CACTUS

Day 4 of the quarantine series and today Loki is pissed off by a cactus.

One shot summary: Loki just wanted his new book but got something a little more spikey.

Author’s note: I started something called the quarantine series as a way to help others get through this tough time. To join in just write a one shot and tag it with #quarantine series. Also if you do join in please message me so I can see it :)

Loki Odinson was not a summer kind of guy. He hated the sun. He hated the heat. He hated the exposed skin of the humans he saw walking by. He hated it all.

When it was warm outside Loki stayed very much indoors. He would lock himself away in his room with a book and stay there until it was dark outside. This is exactly how he had spent his first summer on Midgard so far. He had read through all the books Thor had brought him and he even started ordering some on some human site called kindle.

Loki only went outside when asked or deemed necessary. It had been a few days since he had left the home and today he had his first shipment of books coming in. Much to his disappointment they did not bring the books to your bedroom. They left the package in your mailbox or on your porch. Since this was just one book Loki knew he would have to go all the way out to retrieve it.

Valkyrie told him that the mail ran by noon everyday so when he saw the clock read 11:30 he began to mentally prepare himself. He was a god.. A little sun would not kill him.

Upon hearing the mail truck stop at his home Loki slipped on his shoes and grabbed the sunglasses Valkyrie had bought him and trembly reached out for the door knob.

As he opened the door his focus on the book disappeared because there on his porch sat a flower? Yes a flower. Loki was absolutely puzzled.

So puzzled that he briefly slid his sunglasses up to make sure he was seeing clearly.

There was a flower on his porch. Who would leave him a flower? Loki not being able to resist the curiosity picked up the pot. There in the dirt was a piece of paper attached to a stick that read “To bring a little summer in your home.”

Sorry to whomever brought him this but this flower was ugly. Completely hideous. It had no leaves or no pretty colors. It was just green and circular. It’s only other feature was spikes.. Loki knew because he poked his nose on one trying to smell it. It didn’t even smell nice. This was the ugliest thing he had ever seen and he had seen his own father naked once.

Loki didn’t want this flower or summer nowhere near the inside of his home. He just wanted his book that was waiting for him to retrieve from the mail box.

Loki couldn’t just leave this flower here though. Valkyrie a few weeks ago had brought him a book on the environment and how to be more environmentally friendly. She thought it would help him come more to the liking of summer. It did not but from his reading Loki knew that he couldn’t just let this plastic container with a ugly ass flower just sit here and waste away. So Loki thought up the great idea of taking out the flower, throwing it to the yard next door(where it could grow peacefully) and reusing the plastic as a holder for his knives

Loki was anti summer not a monster. With his great idea he reached down to grab the plant out of the holder. He grabbed it with both hands and let out a scream that the whole neighborhood probably heard.

“OH MY JOTUN.” Loki hollered out. This plant had spikes all over. This plant was no flower. It was a nuance. Loki was going to do a good act and allow it to grow in his neighbors yard and this is how it repaid him.

This plant entire existence should be ended and spent in hel. He was a god and it dare injured him.

Loki went back inside with his hands full of spikes and grabbed the lighter he kept in the end drawer of his island. He held the lighter between his fingers to avoid making contact with the spikes.

Once back outside he got on his knees and prepared to punish the plant in the way he believed it deserved.

Right as he was going to flick the button he heard his brother, Thor, yell out.

“Loki, What in Valhalla are you doing?

“Brother. This unknown species appeared on my porch and it defaced my skin.”

“Loki. Loki. It’s just a flower. “ Thor said as he reached down to remove it from its spot on the porch. Immediately he yelled out and threw the cactus toward Loki. Loki not wanting the cactus to hit him in the face reached up and grabbed it. Again he felt this plant intrude on his perfect hands.

Loki yelped and threw it back at his brother. Who again caught and threw it back. If anyone walked past they would be questioning what in the world these men were doing. Standing on the porch throwing a cactus back and forth. Why didn’t they just drop it? Why were they playing hot potato with it?

Loki was afraid to let the cactus fall anywhere else but his hands. He didn’t want it to harm anything else. He wanted to be the one to deal with it. But how when with each catch many more spikes filled his hands. So there him and Thor sat tossing this plant back and forth like it was a ball. Each taking turns yelling out in pain and throwing it back in the air. Their immediate response was to throw back in the air which it came from and to rejoice in the few moments of it not being in their hands.

Not being able to take anymore Loki threw a blast of energy at the cactus mid air. The whole plant caught on fire and fell to the ground. Once on the ground Loki watched it with disappointment. Loki felt like burning all of its kind to the ground.

Loki and Thor sat there and watched the cactus turn to a black crisp. Their hands bleeding and full of spikes. They say there on the porch and questioned why this plant species would even exist. Was it’s purpose just to be a complete nuance to society?

As the brothers sat there in confusion, Valkyrie approached their home.

“Oh my god. You destroyed the cactus I got you.” Valkyrie gasped.

“Cactus more like SPAWN OF ODIN.”

“Loki you’re been holed up you in your room so I brought you this. I thought it would be good company since it’s so easy to take care of.” Valkyrie said.

He supposed it would have been easy to take care of. It could have just sat on his counter and now here it laid on his porch.

“WellI. Valkyrie it’s also easy to burn.” Loki now feeing silly that he ruined a nice gift from his friend.

Valkyrie coming over to the two of them. “Loki is there anything you won’t burn? I’m running out of gift ideas.”

Loki just laughed. They spent the next four hours removing the spikes from Loki and Thor’s hands. They knew that they would look back and laugh at this. Loki did like to burn things. Especially things he didn’t understand. Cactus are ugly and useless. To Loki they will always be qualified to burn. But next time there’s a gift on his door step he will give it more than 5 minutes before burning it.

On this fine summer day, Loki added cacti to the list of useless things that exist on Earth and to his personal list of “burned before I thought “

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