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whatdoeseverybodywant · 2 months

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I hope you’re having a good day! I wanted to request a fic with Jimmy (or jey, I love them both) where the mc is a bridesmaid at their sister’s wedding and she meets one of the groomsmen (Jimmy) and they start to really like each other. The sister warns mc that Jimmy is a playboy but things start to heat up quick between the two anyway! You can add or take away any aspects, have fun with it. Thanks, I love your writing!

The Bridesmaid - Jimmy Uso x OC

thank you @summerssoldierxx for the request. Sorry it took so long to get out. Hope you like it! 🫶🏽

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“I thought it was against the rules to look better than the bride.” Summer Cooper rolled her eyes and let out a sigh as she turned to face her newly brother-in-law’s best friend. Jimmy or Jonathan - she was very confused about the two names - had been flirting with her since they met at the rehearsal dinner last night. And she was flirting back, heavy until her sister pulled her to the side.

“Do not get involved with Jonathan Fatu okay.” Her sister Vanessa said. “He ain’t nothing but trouble and I won’t allow you to become another notch on his bedpost.” Summerhad never seen Vanessa look so serious before so she left Jimmy/Jon alone and ignored him the rest of the night. She was doing a good job at ignoring him during the wedding too, even though they walked down the aisle together.

“Damn you ignoring me? I thought we hit it off?” Jon broke her out of her thoughts.

“Listen.” Summer trailed off. “I’ve been told about you and your little games and I will not be another one of your victims.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Summer furrowed her eyebrows because Jon actually looked hurt and shocked at what she said.

“Oh ight. Shoot, my bad.” He said rubbing his hands together before walking away from her. She bit her lip as she watched him walk away from her. She quickly pushed him out of her mind and went over to her sister.

“I seen you talking to Jon.” Summer rolled her eyes.

“Yup. Told him to leave alone. Happy?” Vanessa smiled and placed her hand on Brittany’s shoulder.

“I’m only looking out for you.I don’t want to see my baby sister hurt.” Summer rolled her eyes and nodded her head.

“I understand. You just looking out for me.” Summer forced a smile on her face. “Now go dance with you husband.”

Summer laughed as she watched her nephew do his best TikTok dances on the dance floor. She picked up her champagne flute and took a sip as she looked around the banquet hall, the bitter feeling was back in her stomach as she watched all of the happy couples but once she looked at her sister and her brother - in -law she had a small smile on her face. That was what Summer wanted, someone who loved her unconditionally. And it seemed like every time she thought she found the one they wound up being complete jackasses who weren’t worthy of her time.

“Who is that man and why does he keep staring at you?” Summer furrowed her eyebrows as she looked in the direction her mother was looking and felt her heart stutter in her chest as her eyes met Jon’s.

“One of Dontae’s friends.” Summer replied as nonchalantly as she could. She arched her eyebrow as Jon pushed himself off the wall and started making his way towards her table.

“Hi i’m Jon” He said walking up to her mom and holding his hand out and Summer’s mom shook his hand.

“Oh, you’re Jon.” Her mom said, causing Summer and Jon to furrow their eyebrows. Jon looked at Summer who held her hand up and shook her head. “I’ve heard some things about you.”

“Apparently, everybody has.” He said, his eyes still on Summer who rolled her eyes and picked up her champagne flute, taking another sip.

“You wanna dance with me?” He asked Summer and before she could turn him down, her mother spoke for her.

“She would love to.” Summer shot her mom a look. “Summer Renee, don’t look at me like that. You might be thirty but I'm ya momma and will still whoop ya ass.” Summer shot Jon a glare as he tried to hide his laughter behind his hand. She rolled her eyes , stood from her seat and walked away from Jon and her mother towards the dance floor.

She let out a huff as the DJ started playing a softer, slower song. Jon smirked and pulled her closer to him, taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck before wrapping his own arms around her waist.

“So, what did you mean by you didn’t want to be another one of my victims.” Jon stated, getting straight to the point and instead of answering right away, Summer let her eyes wander around the room and stilled as they landed on her sister who was watching her and Jon dance. Summer shook her head and cleared her throat.

“I’ve just heard some things about you and.” She paused and shrugged, “Listen, I like you and I’m not tryna get my feelings hurt. Okay..” She said averting her eyes from his.

Jon scoffed. “What makes you think I was going to hurt you? Like I told you earlier, I thought we really hit it off yesterday. I’ve told you some shit I aint even told my twin brother.”

“Really?” She asked shocked and Jon nodded his head.

“Yeah, I’m not a liar, Summer.” She bit her lip and cut her eyes back over to her sister who was still watching them. Jon followed her eyesight and cracked a smile.

“Ohh, your sister is the one who was talking shit.” He let out a laugh. “Big sis looking out for lil sis, I get it now. What did she tell you?” Summer shrugged and mumbled,

“That you a playboy and that she wasn’t gonna let me become another notch on your headboard or something like that.” Jon bit the inside of his cheek and nodded.

“Wow. Aight, imma be completely honest with you right now.” He started and stopped dancing , so the two of them were now standing still while everyone else around them continued to dance. “I was married and got divorced about two years ago. And in those two years, I’ve had sex with one person.”

When Summer just arched her eyebrow in response, Jon sighed. “I told you I'm not a liar, Summer. I told you yesterday that I really liked talking to you. I ain’t try nothing with you, did I?” She shook her head. “Exactly, If I was a playboy wouldn’t I be trying to get you in my bed? Look, You live here in Pensacola right?” She nodded. “Aight so fuck what ya’ sister saying and have breakfast with me tomorrow. Get to know me without having your sister in your ear saying how much of a bad person I am.” Summer bit her lip and nodded her head, causing Jon to flash her his pearly whites.

He pulled his phone out of his suit pants pocket. “Here, put your number in my phone.”

Summer took it, but before she put her number in she looked him in his eyes. “Don’t make me regret this, Jon.” Jon smiled and took her other hand into his own.

“You won’t I promise.”

Sorry, this took me so long @summerssoldierxx. I really hope you like it and if you have anymore request, send them in ❤️.

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lumosandnoxwriting · 5 months

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Lesson Learned || Fred Weasley

Title: Lesson Learned Pairing: Fred x Reader Summary: When Fred catches Y/N doing something he doesn’t approve of he’s got no choice but to teach her a valuable lesson Warnings: NSFW - minors DNI! This includes consensual non-consensual sex, meaning that during the sex scene it is made to seem that the female reader did not consent, but it is revealed after that reader and Fred are in a relationship and this was a preplanned encounter - if you don’t like that don’t read! vaginal sex, degradation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, possessive/jealous behavior,mentions of violence. A/N: my last little fic of the year!! Thank you to everyone who has supported me, I couldn’t do this without you! I’ve been out of the smut game for so long I needed some practice so this was born! Tags: @darthwheezely since she requested this and i love her endlessly <3

“What the fuck?”

Ice sprays across the rink as Fred comes to a halt, ripping his helmet off so he can be sure he’s actually seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. Because surely even a jersey chaser like Y/N has to have some standards, and there’s no way she’s standing there talking no - flirting with an idiot like Cedric Diggory.

The captain of their biggest rival and an all around mega douche.

But it turns out his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Y/N is leaning on the edge of the barrier batting her eyelashes at Cedric as he regales her with some story that Fred is sure the idiot made up to make himself seem cooler. He just about loses his mind when Y/N throws her head back and laughs, her hand coming up to rest on Cedric’s arm.

Luckily Coach blows his whistle to bring them all back from their warm up skate, or Fred would certainly find himself ejected for being the shit out of Cedric before the game even begins. He skates back with the rest of the team reluctantly, already figuring out how to deal with Cedric on the ice - and how to deal with Y/N off of it.

“Holy fuck Weasley you were an animal out there!”

Fred grins as he teammates hoop and holler around him in the locker room, still fresh on adrenaline from their crushing defeat over the Baltimore Badgers. Fueled by the rage of seeing Y/N flirt with Diggory, Fred had been on fire from the second the ref blew the whistle. He skated faster than he ever had before, and hit harder too. By the second quarter three of the Badger’s best players were benched with injuries from being slammed into the boards by Fred, and he’d even managed to break Diggory’s nose during a fight.

The 10 minutes in the penalty box had been worth it.

“Just doing what I do best!” Fred shouts back nonchalantly as he rewraps his knuckles.

He takes his time getting ready after the game, thankful that the game was at home today so there’s no need to rush to the airport for their flight back. Because he knows that Y/N is always the last one to go home, still new to her job as the assistant manager and eager to please everybody. He also knows that while everyone is in the locker room Y/N is in the rink, checking the bench and bleachers for anything anyone may have left behind.

When there’s only a few guys left in the showers Fred decides to put his plan into action. He shoves his bag under one of the benches, and yells a goodbye to his teammates as he slips out of the locker room. Moving as silently as he can, Fred makes his way through the tunnel and out into the rink, crouching down as he reaches the opening in case Y/N happens to be getting ready to come that way. He peeks around the corner best he can and a thrill runs down his spine when he sees Y/N over by the team bench. She’s down on her hands and knees as she reaches for something, and Fred makes his move.

“Jesus Christ,” Y/N shouts as she stands up, surprised to find Fred leaning against the rink watching her. “You scared the shit out of me Fred, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he responds, crossing his arms.

“Doing my job, obviously.”

Fred gives her a look. “That’s not what I was referring to.”

“Well can you just get to the point then? I’d like to finish up here so I can get home,” Y/N huffs.

“My point is,” Fred starts, tone dripping with condescension. “What the fuck were you doing flirting with Cedric fucking Diggory before the game?”

“None of your fucking business, that’s what,” Y/N spits back. “Last I checked I was allowed to screw whoever I want.”

Fred pushes off from the sideboard then, taking a slow step towards Y/N. He’s almost ashamed to admit that a thrill runs down his spine when she takes a step back. “Oh really?”

All the anger seeps from Y/N’s body and is replaced by fear at the tone of Fred’s voice. The look on his face makes her knees tremble as he continues his slow pace forward, her own steps retreating at the same pace. In an effort to distract him she throws the water bottle in her hand as hard as she can, not bothering to watch it hit him. Instead she turns around, trying to make a break for the tunnel.

Except Fred is quicker, not even deterred by the bottle smacking him in the chest he lets out a low growl, and it only takes three strides before he’s grabbing Y/N by the waist.

“Fucking, bitch,” he seethes, throwing her against the sideboard.

Before she can even think Fred is pressed up against her, pinning Y/N between the sideboard and his body. A hand twists around her hair, pulling hard to yank her head back. “Now you listen to me,” he growls, leaning in to speak against the shell of her ear. “You fuck me and only me, understand?”

“Fred,” Y/N murmurs, voice thick with a mixture of fear and sadness. “Please.”

He yanks her hair, cock twitching at the yelp in pain that leaves her lips. “Guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, hm?”

Y/N fights against Fred as one of his hands drops to the waistband of her leggings, squirming in a desperate attempt to get away from him. But his grip on her hair is strong, and his hips have her pinned to the sideboard. “Fred, no,” she gasps, skin suddenly exposed to the cool air of the rink.

“No panties,” he coos, nibbling on Y/N’s earlobe. “It’s like you were asking for it.”

With her leggings around her knees Fred places his free hand on the middle of her shoulders, pressing down so Y/N is bent over the sideboard. He finally releases her hair, satisfied that his hand and hips will be able to keep her in place.

“Time for me to show you how a real man claims what’s his.”

Y/N gasps as Fred suddenly sinks his cock in her cunt, hips not stopping until he’s fully buried inside. He barely gives her a moment to adjust to the stretch before he’s pulling his cock out half way and fucking back into her hard.

The only noise in the rink comes from Fred’s labored pants and his belt buckle hitting the sideboard as he sets a brutal pace. Y/N’s hand covers her mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet in the hopes that Fred will just take what he wants and this will all be over soon.

“Fuck, fuck,” Fred groans. Y/N’s cunt clings to his cock like a glove that was made just for him, and the slick noise her pussy makes as he moves is just barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Your cunt is unfucking believable,” he praises. “My cunt - isn’t that right sweetheart?” He slaps her ass hard when Y/N only nods - not satisfied with her nonverbal answer. “Who does this fucking cunt belong to Y/N?”

“You,” Y/N sobs out, willing to give Fred anything he wants. “It belongs to you, Fred.”

“Fucking right it does,” Fred grunts in response, pace picking up as he edges closer and closer to his orgasm. “And I’m going to mark this pretty little pussy up so everyone knows it too.”

Y/N lets out a muffled moan as Fred’s cock pulses inside her, her cunt walls throbbing around him as he fills her up with his cum. Her pussy is embarrassingly wet, and she’s afraid to admit that she would have orgasmed too had this encounter lasted any longer.

As Fred catches his breath he slowly pulls out, eyes drawn to Y/N’s pussy and the way his cum starts to slowly drip out of it. “Fuck,” he whispers, using his thumb to capture a drop before it falls so he can push it back into her.

Fred tucks his cock back into his trousers and zips up silently, and Y/N is too afraid to move. Her knees are trembling from a mixture of fear and her almost orgasm, and she can practically feel Fred’s eyes as he stares at her exposed pussy.

“I better not see you talking to Diggory or any other fuck head - understand?”

“Yes,” Y/N responds shakily.

Satisfied with her answer, Fred gives a curt nod before turning to leave. He gives her one last look over his shoulder before heading out of the tunnel - not even bothering to pull her leggings back up. Bad girls don’t deserve chivalry.

When Y/N stumbles out of the guest locker room 45 minutes later, skin pink from her shower, Fred is leaning up against the wall waiting for her. There’s a goofy grin on his face, and soon there is a matching one spreading across hers.

“Baby,” Fred greets as she jumps into his arms, hugging Y/N tight. “That was fucking incredible - I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish.”

She pulls away from the hug, giving Fred a kiss on the cheek. “That’s okay - you can make it up to me at home.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley fic #harry potter #harry poter fanfiction #fw #golden

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fireinmoonshot · 3 years

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I like the idea of Druig’s partner calling him ‘my dearest’ or just ‘dearest’ as like a cute loving nickname 🥰

Everyone knew that Druig wasn’t a hugger. The other Eternals, they didn’t mind hugs when they weren’t completely out of the blue. They thought they were a sweet way of showing love and care for another person. But it just wasn’t Druig’s thing.

Or so they thought.

The fact that you and Druig were seeing each other was a secret. Not one you’d both purposefully chosen to keep, but one that you’d just figured no one else needed to know about. What was wrong with keeping something so personal to yourselves?

The thing was… Druig wanted to hold your hand in front of everybody, especially when you’d get anxious and fiddle with your fingers. He wanted to walk up behind you and hug you. Kiss you on the cheek. Flirt with you and gross everyone else out. He wanted to do all of those things with you. And it wasn’t that he was afraid – because he wasn’t – it was just the worry of your relationship being out in the open. Of the change that could occur.

But the longer Druig held himself back, the more he wanted it.

It all culminated on a rainy Tuesday afternoon.

The Eternals were all sat just inside the Domo, watching the rain falling on the city around them. The sand, which was usually a vibrant brown, was now a dark red from the water. It was still outside. Calm. It was a nice change from the constant fighting, and you all found comfort in these quieter moments because they were so rare.

You were leant up against the wall on the left, arms crossed over your chest and head resting against the wall, too, as you looked out at the view with the others. Druig, Thena, Phastos and Sprite were all still inside, but the others were with you.

Makkari had picked up on the vibrations and saw that the others were finally coming to join you all, but you were so focused on the sound of the rain and the way it pattered down on the leaves of the trees that you didn’t notice until Druig snuck up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you from behind.

You startled, flinching at the sudden movement. Druig’s soft laughter gave himself away.

“Oh, it’s you,” you smiled a little. “It was so peaceful before you arrived.”

Druig rolled his eyes. “D’you want me to stop hugging you?”

You rested your hands on his arms, holding him in place. “Don’t you dare.”

The eyes of the other Eternals were on you all. Phastos had stopped mid step. Sprite’s mouth had dropped open into a gasp. Ajak was smiling widely. Every single one of them reacted differently. Even Ikaris had a look of mild surprise on his face.

“I should not have come to see the rain,” Phastos started. “I’m gonna be sick.”

Kingo pointed a finger at Phastos. “No dissing love in this household, Phastos.”

“This is not a household, it’s a spaceship.”

“Oh, let him,” Druig said nonchalantly. He was leant up against you, now, his resting cheek on your shoulder as he looked at the rest of them. “It won’t stop us.”

Sersi looked between the two of you. “How long has this been going on, then?”

“Hmm,” you thought about it for a moment. Did they really have to know how long? Couldn’t that specific detail just remain solely yours? You thought so. “A while.”

“How long is ‘a while’? Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand?” Sprite pressed.

“Hey,” Druig spoke up. “You heard them. A while is all you busybodies need t’ know.”

He gently squeezed your torso, his way of showing more affection in the most public moment of your relationship so far. It was comforting, having his arms around you this way. It was a thing you’d only ever enjoyed in private, so to have it in public now was nice.

“Dearest,” you turned, your words only for him even though everyone else was close enough and quiet enough to hear you. “Do you want to go for a walk in the rain?”

Druig smiled at you. This was your way at escaping an already awkward situation that was only going to get more awkward the longer you stayed. It hadn’t been his intention – to make things awkward – but he was a little amused that the fact that his public display of affection essentially made every other Eternal feel slightly ill at the sight of it.

He detached himself from you only to reach down and take your hand in his, still wanting to hold you in some way even if it wasn’t a hug, and tugged you from the cover of the Domo and out into the rain.

You walked out into it together without any plan on where you were walking, but it didn’t matter because you were together. The rain didn’t bother either of you nearly as much as it bothered Sersi back in the Domo, muttering ‘They’ll get soaking wet in this weather.’

“So, what was that?” You turned to Druig as soon as you were far enough away.

“What was what?” He looked over at you.

“The hug. I thought we didn’t do public displays of affection. I mean – I didn’t mind it, I actually rather enjoyed it. And I enjoy this,” you raised your entwined hands. “I’m just confused.”

Druig shrugged a shoulder. “Not much to it, really. I was just getting sick of not holding your hand or hugging you in front of everyone. Every time I’d see you fiddling with your hands like you do, I’d want to go up and hold them. But I worried what would change once everything was out there in the open.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“You,” he admitted with a small smile. “Nothing’s gonna change as long as we’re us. And I intend on us staying this way for a long, long time.”

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coldmilkcreamery · 3 years

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lux in tenebris

~ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ~

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung jaehyun x male reader 🌹🥀

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4182

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: set in the 1960’s, your relationship with Jaehyun blooms as you navigate a time when homosexuality is unacceptable.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: hinted homophobia (but never shown)

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: because valentines is jaehyun’s birthday !! hbd to my first bias <3 this story is so so fluffy, which is so unusual for me because i’m an angsty writer 🥴 also, i thought of this story while listening to ‘put your head on my shoulder’ !! every time i would write a part, i would listen to it <3 this is the longest story i’ve written, surpassing memories (which is also a jaehyun one btw, i think this unintentionally proves my dedication to him) !! i hope u guys like this because i’ve worked the hardest on this 🥺 happy valentines everyone ! <3

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

(some time in the 1960s~)

Everybody thought they were friends. The class-skipping, the after-school hangouts, the dinners at Anka’s Diner—everybody thought they were friends. And truly, they were.

But is that really all they were?

“So…” Jaehyun asks as they walk down the halls of Neo High, “Anyone approach for Valentine’s yet? I bet you’ve gotten more than three people to ask you out by now.”

Y/N chuckles, lightly shoving Jaehyun as the latter chuckles as well. “Man, stop it. No one asked me out. And who are you to say that? Star athlete, 6 pack abs, Jaehyun of the Neos, I'd say… 6 girls?”

“7, actually.” They both giggle as Jaehyun continues, “But… I shot all of them down.”

They both near Y/N’s locker, Jaehyun leaning on the ones beside as the former opens his and gets some books out. “Why? 7 girls… neat.”

“I have my eyes on someone else.” Jaehyun says, looking up, blushing at the ceiling, glad that Y/N’s locker door is obstructing the latter’s view of his face.

“Lucky girl.” Y/N says, nonchalantly as he closes the door to his locker. “She’ll say yes, don’t worry.”

“Sure hope they do. So… I'm guessing you're still on the make? You know, looking for a date?” Jaehyun says curiously, unknowingly hoping for a certain answer.

“I told you no one asked me out. And honestly, I’m fine with that. It's a Saturday on the 14th—maybe I should just stay home and listen to the radio.”

“Aww. That's fine little man.” Jaehyun says as they begin their trek towards their classes. “Maybe you could go out with me…” His voice softens, not wanting to alert those around them, “If you can't find anyone.”

Y/N chortles, smacking Jaehyun on the shoulder once again, “Kinda gay ain't it?”

“Nothing wrong with it.”

“You think the people around us’ll say the same?”

Jaehyun hums in acknowledgement as he fixes his tie, replying, “Okay then. Well, see ya’ later alligator.”

Y/N smiles as he sends the boy a wink, entering his classroom as the latter walks to his.

They both knew it. It was mutual knowledge. But unspoken. It was unspoken knowledge. The sly touches, the flirting—they both knew it.

But neither have made a real move yet.

“If you had one thing you could do right now, without being interrupted—without any distractions,” Jaehyun says, lying down on Y/N’s bed, throwing a baseball up in the air as he asks, “what would it be?”

“Hm.” Y/N ponders, pausing the movement of his pencil over the créme sheet of paper, placing it down. “Maybe…” he looks out the window, observing the orange to black ombré, “Moongazing. I just love the moon. The stars too.”

“You always talk about the moon.” Jaehyun stops throwing the white ball knitted with red fabric, catching it on one hand as he sits up. “What’s so bewitching about it anyway?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N continues writing, the graphite marking the pages as it produces the only sound in the room apart from their voices. “It’s… calming. Not to mention, the twinkling stars look pretty too.”

“Twinkle twinkle little star…” Jaehyun sings softly as Y/N chuckles, throwing a pillow at the former.

“If you don’t believe me—”

“I do. I’ll take you for your word.” Jaehyun replies almost instantly. “I always do.”

“Neat. Now flake off. The sun is setting. You live three streets away, and I don't want you walking in the dark alone.” Y/N gets up from his seat at the window, turning to face Jaehyun.

“Walk me home then.” Jaehyun replies, a smirk on his face.

“That would mean I would be the one walking home alone in the dark, you dork.”

“Alright, alright.” Jaehyun replies, getting up from Y/N’s bed to give him a long, warm hug. Their bodies separate as Jaehyun blows Y/N a kiss, walking out the bedroom door, getting a snort in return.

The marmalade sun hides itself on the horizon as Y/N looks out the window, waving to Jaehyun as the latter walks out their front yard, beginning his journey home.

Oh God, was he falling.

It was getting increasingly difficult to resist. The sneaky flirts, the clever comebacks—it was getting increasingly difficult to resist.

And maybe he should stop doing so.

“Baby~” Jaehyun sneaks up on Y/N, whispering the words as the latter stiffens in surprise before smacking him lightly in the face.

“Dude. You gotta stop saying shit like that.” The boy sitting on his assigned chair replies, looking up at Jaehyun who is now seated on his desk. “Why are you here anyways? Don’t you have class soon?”

“You do.” Jaehyun replies, pointing at Y/N before pointing at himself, “I don’t. My first subject isn’t ‘till 9.”

“Hm.” Y/N mumbles as he looks back down on the sheet of paper with two unanswered math problems waiting to be solved. “Well, I forgot to complete this last night because I was too pre-occupied with English, and there’s five minutes left ‘till my class starts so I really gotta finish this.”

“Maybe you don’t.” Jaehyun replies, a plan already devising itself in his mind. “Do you maybe wanna… go to the park?”

Y/N looks up, a smirk forming on his face as he observes the same smirk on Jaehyun’s. They hold a stare for about five seconds before Y/N shoves the gray sheet of paper into his backpack, not caring if it was getting crumpled. In laughing fits, both boys run out the hall and eventually out the school too. Slowing down from their marathon-like sprint, they don't notice that they have their fingers interlocked. Y/N realizing this, he quickly untangles them as he straightens his uniform, Jaehyun unconsciously bummed out.

“Well,” Y/N says, looking up at Jaehyun who was already staring at him, “lead the way, my good sir.”

Jaehyun bows as he jokes, “Why of course, Milady. I’ll have you back in school by 9, just in time for your second subject.”

Both giggle as they skip to the grassy park, unknowingly spending the whole day out of school.

Maybe it was something in the air. Something they inhaled, passing their airways as it made its way to their heart, freeing them from their icy restraints. Maybe it was something in the air—or maybe something in the grass. But it made them both come out of their shells.

What took that damned O₂ so long to enter their lungs?

“Oh shit.” Y/N realizes halfway through fawning about a low-graphic, black and white but new cartoon that had just come out. He looks down on his right wrist as he scoffs. “You said you’d get me back in school by 9.” He says, annoyed, looking up at Jaehyun, “It’s 9:05”.

Jaehyun chuckles innocently, planting his palm on the back of your shoulder. “Well… if people see us here in the park when we’re supposed to be in class… we’ll get detention for skipping.” He says, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, totally didn't know that, Jae.” Y/N says, facetiously.

“Well… we could go to the movies? Or the fair…” Jaehyun brings his lips closer to Y/N ears as he whispers convincingly, “Or both.”

The flustered pulls away, hands pushing Jaehyun towards the opposite direction. “Fine. But I didn't bring my wallet today.”

“What do you want me to do about that?” Jaehyun replies, a look of sarcasm cascading his face. Y/N rolls his eyes before staring straight into Jaehyun’s, cracking his knuckles. Before he could get a word out, Jaehyun already surrenders. “Okay, okay! Calm down dude.” He chuckles. “But on one condition.”

“I’m listening.” Y/N replies, crossing his legs.

“Be my Valentine. For tomorrow.”

“W-”

“Dude, you don't have a valentine, I don't have a valentine—”

“Because you turned them all down!”

“Okay fair enough.” Jaehyun admits, “But it's not like I can ask them out again, it would be too humiliating for big ole’ Jae, wouldn't it?” He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out as he stares into Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N contemplates, sighing after a minute as he replies, “Fine.”

Jaehyun jumps in glee as he cheers, acting like a kid whose parents agreed to buy them ice cream.

“Just take me to the movies already.” Y/N sighs yet again, scratching his head as the taller calms down, bowing facetiously.

“Of course, Milady.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

The popcorn was exceptional. Splendid indeed. The pop of flavor just made everything fall into place. The popcorn was exceptional—maybe that’s why Jaehyun held the bag so cautiously.

And soon enough, that won’t be the only thing he’ll be holding—and eating, too.

“Mmmh.” Jaehyun moans as he sips his pop, taking a handful of popcorn right after.

“Dude, stop! We haven't even gotten in the theater yet and you're already devouring everything.” Y/N whines, upset. “By the time the movie starts, we’ll have nothing!”

“Chill,” Jaehyun replies, taking one last sip from his straw before he smiles at Y/N, “we can just buy another one.”

“You’re just wasting money.” Y/N groans, not wanting Jaehyun to spend any more.

“Okay, okay.” He replies, sealing his popcorn as they wait to be let in the theater.

Was it the popcorn in the theater? Something that gave Jaehyun the courage. Because Jaehyun had not been this bold 6 months ago. Was it the popcorn in the theater—or was it the soda pop?

It didn't matter. What he was going to do with his newly-found virtue did.

In the darkness, the mono-colored movie played as the bag of popcorn was set in between the boys.

“Remind me why we decided to watch a romance movie again?” Y/N brings his lips closer to Jaehyun’s ears as he whispers, not wanting to disturb the rest.

“People say it’s a good movie.”

“They both die.”

Jaehyun peels his eyes away from the screen to stare at Y/N, a look of disbelief washing over his face. “You just spoiled the movie for me.”

“Everybody knows the story of Romeo and Juliet.” Y/N replies, rolling his eyes.

“Well, I don’t.” Jaehyun whispers, looking back at the projected movie, correcting himself, “Didn’t. I guess I do now.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know though.” Y/N remarks, grabbing popcorn from their shared bucket, staring at the movie playing.

“Now I do, and…” Jaehyun looks at Y/N once again, his cheeks burning as he braves and says, “I guess it’s a good thing we’ll both be Romeos tomorrow.”

Y/N lightly chuckles, trying to ignore what Jaehyun had just said, keeping his eyes glued to the movie.

Unsatisfied with Y/N’s reaction, Jaehyun slips his fingers past the bucket of popcorn and onto Y/N’s, resting on the armrest. With the sudden weight and warmth on his hand, Y/N tenses—but doesn’t look at Jaehyun. Rather, he watches the movie intently, silently hoping he doesn’t give in.

Jaehyun leans closer to Y/N, lips right next to his ears as he whispers, “I’m cold.”

And he gives in.

Their fingers interlock in the dark of the theater, the sounds of dialogue from the movie filling the enclosed space up. No one can see them—it’ll be alright.

Jaehyun always found rings cute. A cheese ring, a metal ring, the ring around Saturn. Jaehyun always found rings cute,

But his greatest wish was to put a diamond one around Y/N’s finger.

“This is a scam.” Y/N retorts, hands crossed. He stares at Jaehyun as they stand in line for a hoop game on the board walk’s carnival, a few minutes after their exit from the theater.

“There’s no harm in trying.” Jaehyun replies, his eyes on the prize—a teddy bear the size of a toddler.

“That’s like saying ‘There’s no harm in getting scammed’, Jae.”

“Well,” Jaehyun cheekily replies, smirking as he blurts, “there’s no harm in getting scammed for you.”

Y/N looks at Jaehyun in disbelief as the flirt grabs 3 round hoops, preparing to land them on the moving bottles. Much like Y/N’s prediction, the first hoop falls too early and too far from the bottles, the second slides off after nearing and the third one flies too far and hits the stall owner. Jaehyun cringes as the owner painfully smirks, the feeling of victory of scamming another customer engulfing the latter’s mind, accompanied by the feeling of pain from the metal object recently hurled at his stomach.

“At least we have consolation candy?” Jaehyun’s face agonizes, embarrassment taking over.

“At least we have consolation candy.” Y/N repeats, grabbing a handful as he smiles at the owner and makes a 180°, leaving the booth. Jaehyun follows behind, hands in his pocket as he looks around the fair.

“Oooh,” Jaehyun interests, “What about that one?” He says, pointing at the game with a man in his 20’s trapped inside a container with water below, fate depending on his partner’s aim at the target.

“How about no?” Y/N replies, chuckling shortly after, “If you like water so much…

how do you feel about the beach?”

Tonight was the night. It wasn’t the 14th—it was the day before. But Jaehyun was more than confident enough to make a move. Tonight was the night—and nothing could go wrong.

Or so he hopes.

The tangerine sun meets the navy water once again, its center resting at the edge of the coast. Both boys walk down the beach, hands in pockets as they keep their feelings in.

“Pretty isn’t it?” Jaehyun perks up as he stares at Y/N breaking the silence. “The sun setting.” Jaehyun nods as Y/N continues. “It’s a shame that it’s disappearing soon. Give it a few minutes more and there won’t be a trace of orange on the sky.”

“It’s just how it is.” Jaehyun replies.

“Exactly.” Y/N gleams, the wind blowing on his shirt. “As much as I love seeing the sun, and as much as I hate seeing it go, I see it as a good thing too.”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun replies, sparkles in his eyes as he stares at Y/N, only the calm waters and the sun’s secant behind him.

“I see it as, ‘if you love something, you have to let something else go’, or something of the sort.” Y/N chuckles, his hands still in his pockets, “I love the sun so much, but if it means seeing the night sky again, I’d give it up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

“You must love the moon and stars so much, huh.” Jaehyun awes as his skin glows under the dying sun’s radiating tint.

Y/N nods as both boys settle down on a spot by the ocean, watching the sun submerge, darker and bluer hues taking over the early evening sky. They sit there for a few minutes, staring at the ocean waves, thinking about their current situation. As they contemplate, the sky has completely changed, from warm hues into cooler and darker ones, the moon showing itself first.

“There you go.” Jaehyun chuckles, laying his back on the sand as he points up, “Your favorite.”

Y/N follows the direction Jaehyun’s finger is pointing at as he looks up at the indigo atmosphere, a faint, glowing crescent standing out. He beams as he appreciates the moon’s presence, basking in it. “Thank you for today, Jae.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t forget about tomorrow okay?”

Y/N nods as he gets up, dusting his shorts off from the sand. The other gets up as well, doing the same as Y/N watches.

Just as the latter is about to leave, Jaehyun speaks up. “Wait!” Y/N faces him once again, a sparkle on his eyes as he wonders why he was called back. “I— I have something to say.” Jaehyun shivers, clenching his fists as he breathes in and out, preparing himself for his own confession. “For the longest time I’ve— I’ve looked up to you and I just wanna say,” Y/N raises his eyebrows, the sound of waves crashing onto the beach filling his ears, “I like you.”

‘I like you’. The words ring in Y/N ears, the syllables painting his eardrums with love. It seems great at first but then he remembers—the predjudice, the shame, the disgrace, the dishonor—and doubles back. “Y-you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.” Jaehyun says as he inches closer to Y/N, his hand grazing the latter’s cheek as he pulls closer. Their lips touch under the moonlight, the stars and benthics as their witness. The taste of strawberry fills Y/N’s taste buds, the savory flavor of intimacy filling his mouth. With the doting feeling of passion engulfing Y/N’s body, he kisses back. They move in sync for a few seconds until Jaehyun pulls away, the feeling of endearment filling his mind as he registers that he had just kissed Y/N—the one he's been pining for for the past few years. Of course, that feeling isn't long-lasting as he notices Y/N take a step back, fear in the latter’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun questions, his words coming out as a mere whisper. Y/N doesn't reply as he takes more steps back, mortified. Jaehyun reaches his hand out—and that’s all it takes to send Y/N running.

He sprints the opposite direction, ignoring Jaehyun’s shouts behind him. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as his shoes hit the sand continuously, fear and disappointment fueling his run.

Jaehyun is left alone, under the moonlit beach, and instead of hearing his beloved’s voice, only the sound of waves fill his ears, sending him into full regret.

Was it like water? Sometimes everything would be blithe—calm, tranquil water, their insouciant selves enjoying the world. But sometimes it would be erratic too—the unpredictable waves engulfing them and their relationship. Was it like water—their love for one another?

Jaehyun just hopes it wouldn’t dry up.

“Thought I’d find you up here.” Jaehyun mutters as he closes the rooftop door, making a sound as it closes again. It’s been a few hours since the beach incident, the moon already glowing brighter. “Look, I’m sorry for kiss–”

“Don’t be.” Y/N replies, keeping his voice as stern as possible, despite already being on the verge of tears. “It was great, I just,” Y/N pauses, takes in the night sky’s view for the last time before he breaks down, and plants his eyes on Jaehyun, still by the rooftop door. “Don’t you think this is wrong?”

“What is?” Jaehyun replies, already knowing the answer he would receive.

“This.” Y/N replies, whining dejectedly as he gets up from his sitting position, facing Jaehyun. “This is. We’re both guys, we shouldn't be flirting, let alone kissing!”

“Why does it matter?” Jaehyun questions, stepping forward as he tries his best to keep his tears in.

“It just does Jaehyun!” Y/N yells back, the exact opposite of Jaehyun’s hushed tone, his voice echoing out into the night sky. “It just does.” He repeats, tears pooling on the corner of his eyes.

“If it does, then…” Jaehyun steps back, the feeling of woe engulfing him, “you never liked me the same way I like you.”

“No!” Y/N replies almost immediately, a tear already slipping out, painting his right cheek, “I, I like you Jae, I like you so fucking much. Every single moment we’ve had, every single moment we’ve shared—I relish every bit of it. I can’t stop liking you—I’ll never stop liking you. But,” Y/N pauses, “I’m scared.”

Jaehyun steps closer to Y/N, pulling him into his embrace as the latter cries out onto his shoulder, tears staining his t-shirt, “Don’t be.”

“But I am.” Y/N replies, sniffing as he tightens his grip on Jaehyun’s body. “I’m scared of everything—What if people talk bad about us, behind our backs? What if our parents kick us out? What if we get expelled? What if—”

“Shh.” Jaehyun shushes, his hand rubbing Y/N’s back slowly, the strokes calming the latter down. “Stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, just focus on me.”

“I’m sorry, I know I overthink a lot.” Y/N mumbles, pulling away from their embrace as he looks Jaehyun in the eyes, the moonlight shining on them. “I’m just… scared of the darkness that awaits, you know?”

“I get you.” Jaehyun replies as he stares at Y/N, melancholic. “And I’ll do whatever it takes, okay? I’ll be your candle, your shining light, anything that’ll get you through the darkness.”

“Thanks.” Y/N chuckles, looking down, noticing the sand still on Jaehyun’s shoes. “But that still doesn’t change what people would think about…” He points to Jaehyun, then at himself, repeatedly, “this.”

Jaehyun hums as he guides Y/N to the ledge of the rooftop, sitting both him and himself down as they stare out onto the deserted school field below. “Remember what you said about the sun, just a few hours ago when we were down at the beach?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I’d give it all up. All of it. My status, my family, my friends—all of it…” Jaehyun says, peeling his eyes off the dark field below them and locking them with Y/N’s, passion fueling his words, “if it meant I could be with you. Because as much as I love them, if it means seeing you in my arms, I’d give them all up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

Y/N forces a sob in, trying his best not to break down. “But why?” He replies, feeling tears pool again.

“Because I’m serious with you, dude.” Jaehyun replies as Y/N chuckles, the tears still in his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to tell you all this for a while now.”

Y/N snickers louder, he and his best friend’s intimacy overwhelming him. He takes in Jaehyun’s form, the moon casting its light down on him, and makes a desicion. “Fine.”

“Fine what?”

“Fine, you can be my candle. Fine, you can be my shining light. Fine…” Y/N pauses, trying to find the right words, “Fine, I’ll give this—us—a chance.”

Jaehyun quickly switches moods from his dejected one to a grin from ear to ear, painting over his gloomy look. “Does that mean you’re still my valentine for tomorrow...” Jaehyun pauses, looks at his watch then looks back into Y/N’s eyes, noticing all the sorrow fading, “I mean later?”

“Yes, dude.”

“We have to stop calling each other that now, babe.”

“Ew. Too cheesy don’t you think?”

“Not at all. I think it suits you.”

Both men chuckle as they stare out into the landscape, a completely new bond between them formed.

“Since it’s Valentine’s Day already,” Jaehyun mumbles as he looks toward Y/N’s direction, “do you mind giving me a kiss?” Y/N stops his peaceful gaze on the stars as he locks eyes with Jaehyun, noticing the sparkles in his eyes. “No running away this time though.”

Y/N chuckles before he places his hand on Jaehyun’s cheek, moving closer and closer, feeling their taboo love get stronger and stronger. Their lips touch as he realizes that Jaehyun’s lips taste more like peaches than strawberries. With this thought in mind, he smiles into their kiss, the feeling of fear leaving his body as he feels his best friend’s—now boyfriend’s—lips on his.

Instead of the briny ocean water witnessing their love wither merely 6 hours earlier, it was now the magnificent moon and the stunning stars bearing witness to their young, requited love bloom.

Maybe it was the stigma. The thing that kept them apart for so long. Maybe it was the stigma—or maybe they were both just pussies.

Good thing they grew some balls.

“I think I get why you like the moon and stars so much.” Jaehyun blurts as the two lay on the beach once again, staring up at the glittered night sky, the valentine air floating out and about.

“And why’s that?” Y/N says as he looks up at Jaehyun, curiosity devouring him.

“It reminds me of a phrase in Latin.” He replies, smiling as the bijou stars twinkled at them, as if they were smiling. “It means light in darkness.” Y/N nods. “The moon, the stars—they paint the plain black sky and turn it into something stunning. I can’t look away from it now. Whenever I look up at night, I’ll always remember you.”

“Good for you.” Y/N chuckles, shifting his gaze from his boyfriend’s cheek and placing it back on the painting-like sky above them, miniature dots glistening on the canvas. “What’s that phrase again? If it sounds pretty, I just might get it tattooed on me.”

“Light in darkness,” Jaehyun stops, smiling back at the specs winking at them, “and in Latin,” Y/N looks up at Jaehyun, only to catch him staring back, stars in his eyes,

“Lux in tenebris.”

End.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 02.04.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.13.21

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stellacolletore · 3 years

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title: you're so gorgeous (i can't say anything to your face) summary: the springtime of youth has finally caught up to Chihaya-chan

It was Chitose-neesan's fault. If she had just let Chihaya watch the movie in peace, not blurting any of the weird things she said last night, then maybe she wouldn't find it hard focusing in class today. The conversation started out casually enough.

“Say, Chihaya. I’ve been wondering,” Chitose uttered nonchalantly, eyes trained on the television.

Chihaya flinched when a zombie sprang onscreen. "Hm?"

"Mashima-kun's handsome, right?"

Chihaya blinked. Even though it was Chitose's habit to ask random things out of the blue, Chihaya still gets surprised sometimes. Deciding to think nothing more out of it, she replied, "Um, yeah. He's popular at school. Girls give him tons of chocolates for Valentine's Day."

"That's not what I meant." Chitose interjected. "I'm asking you. Do you find your boyfriend attractive?"

Chihaya's eyes trailed off from the movie, connecting with her sister's. "W - what?"

Chitose was looking at her with curiosity. "I don't know if it's because you guys know each other since you were kids, but I think you're seeing Mashima-kun as if he's still your classmate in grade school. Or your karuta playmate."

Chihaya blanked. What is she getting at? Chitose sighed for the second time. Despite sounding resigned, her sister suggested, "All I'm saying is—you may want to take a good look at him." She proceeded to take a sip from her mug, attention returning to the film.

"Wouldn't want to waste all that beauty in vain."

"—haya-chan," Kanade's waving hand pulled Chihaya from her thoughts. "Is everything all right?"

Chihaya surveyed the room, finding only a few of her classmates loitering around. She must’ve been lost in thought for quite a while. Turning to her concerned friend, she gave a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Kana-chan. What brings you here?"

Kanade tilted her head. "Did you forget? We're having a group study in the library today. Everyone's already there."

“Ah,” Chihaya remarked lamely. She really should snap out of this confusion as soon as possible. It was exam week—the absolutely worst time to be worrying about anything else besides upcoming tests.

After cramming her notebooks and pens in her bag, Chihaya proceeded to move. “Let’s go, Kana-chan.”

Maybe she should just try to figure out what Chitose meant right away. It shouldn’t be that hard to do, right?

"Quit it, Chihaya. People are staring," Taichi grumbled beside her, pretending to be absorbed in his review materials.

"One minute." Chihaya insisted.

Of course, Chihaya has enough self-awareness to know how silly she must've looked to others, sitting beside Taichi with her chin propped on one arm above the long table, eyes gazing intently on his side profile. She's heard whispers from the students seated at the other tables, collectively wondering whether Ayase Chihaya was seriously flirting in front of public eye. She knew her friends have already placed various bets among themselves, attempting to decipher what's suddenly gotten in the mind of their resident airhead captain.

But Chihaya can't afford to be flustered. She has yet to understand what Chitose meant.

Having no clue how to go about it, or what it was she should even be seeking, Chihaya decided to begin her inspection by listing out the changes that existed between grade school Taichi and high school Taichi.

There was the hair, of course. He kept it longer now, the just enough for the tips of the strands to reach past his eyebrows. It still looked well put and silky, though, and if Chihaya would extend her hand to rest on the mop of his head, she’s sure to find it soft, too. She was about to ask for his permission to do just that when she caught herself. That was a weird thing to ask, wasn’t it?

Discarding the thought, Chihaya focused again at the task at hand, taking meticulous notice of Taichi’s stature—his sharp features and porcelain skin, the trademark long lashes, striking amber eyes…

Do you find your boyfriend attractive?

As soon as her sister’s words echoed unbidden in her mind, Chihaya’s world shifted.

Literally and figuratively. “Chihaya!” She instantly registered concern in Taichi’s voice as her head struck against the table, having slipped unceremoniously off her arm. Heat pooled at her cheeks as the temperature in the room spiked, making her feel like she was suddenly shoved inside a microwave. Every pair of eyes in their table was directed at her, equal parts worried and confused. “Are you—” Taichi was about to place a hand on her forehead, meaning to check if she was running a fever, when Chihaya shrunk back, yelping, “Water!”

A beat later she leapt to her feet, following through the first excuse she could think of, “I—I’m gonna drink some water.” Without further ado, Chihaya rushed out of the library and sprinted through the hallway, leaving everybody in the room dumbfounded in her wake.

“Never again,” Chihaya vowed, wiping off the water that dripped on her chin. “I won’t listen to Onee-chan ever again.” She pressed the one-liter bottle on her cheek, cooling her skin. How was she supposed to face Taichi now? It would be practically impossible to look into his eyes without bursting into flames.

Chitose-neechan must know how to deal with this, Chihaya hoped. She should head home at once and demand answers. With a newfound resolve Chihaya stood up from her crouching position—before smacking a palm on her forehead. "Ah! My bag—"

"—is here," a familiar voice cut from behind her. Spinning on her heels, she saw Taichi heading towards her next to the vending machine, both their bags slung on his shoulder. "T - Taichi," she said helplessly, her eyes instantly latching on his shoes. She gingerly inched closer. "G - give me that. I'm going home."

He turned away from her, then started walking. "Let's go."

Chihaya panicked. "Wait! I - I can go by myself. You should go back to the others. I'm fine, really."

Taichi resumed walking. "No, you're not. You look like you're bound to walk into a pole, and Ayase-san would be mad at me if I let you."

With you, I might do just that, Chihaya retorted. Having no other choice, she followed him towards the school gate.

Chihaya has always been grateful for her exceptional hearing, but today proved to be day unlike any other, and so she wasn't surprised upon finding herself annoyed with how her ears easily picked up the chatter around them. The train cart was packed with students, many of them being girls who were spending the better part of the ride gushing about her boyfriend. As unsettling as it was for her, she had to admit that the sight of Taichi studying his notes with a calm look on his face was nothing short of eye-catching. Although it had only taken a second to glance at him, Chihaya felt her cheeks flush nonetheless. In utter embarrassment, she covered them with her palms.

She was determined to shield her vision for the rest of the trip when her phone buzzed.

from: Mashima Taichi to: Ayase Chihaya Do you feel dizzy?

Chihaya's breath caught. Her fingers typed in a reply.

from: Ayase Chihaya to: Mashima Taichi No I'm ok

She heard Taichi tapping on his phone.

from: Mashima Taichi to: Ayase Chihaya Were exams hard?

from: Ayase Chihaya to: Mashima Taichi Of course You didn't need to ask

Chihaya was beginning to wonder why they're suddenly conversing through their phones when a new message stilled her thoughts.

from: Mashima Taichi to: Ayase Chihaya Why aren't you looking at me?

The next stop was still a few minutes away. There was no way she could sprint away from him again in this compartment. Taichi would easily see through her lies. She had no choice but to come clean.

Since it was more mortifying to type it out than to simply voice her concerns, she tucked away her phone on her skirt pocket. After clearing her throat a bit, Chihaya declared with a slightly shaky voice, "B - because you look like that."

"Like what?" Genuine cluelessness was evident in Taichi's tone.

Chihaya buried her face in her hands again as she whispered, "Handsome. Too handsome."

Silence stretched between them so much that Chihaya wasn't sure if Taichi had heard her. She risked taking a peek at his expression when she noticed him beet red, staring past the train window.

Chihaya wanted to cry. Chitose-neechan better know how to fix this mess she's gotten them in.

In the end, Chitose wasn’t of any help. After laughing at her sister to her heart’s content, she merely commented, “My, what a problem you have there, Chihaya.” She threatened to boycott her sister’s next magazine release as payback.

Grasping at straws, Chihaya then dialed Kanade’s and Sumire’s numbers. As soon as all the amused reactions winded down, Kanade stated, “Although I don’t have any useful advice to deal with what you’re experiencing, I think avoiding Mashima-kun is the last thing you should be doing right now. We’ll be entering university soon, and it’ll be harder to meet each other then. You wouldn’t want to regret that, ne, Chihaya-chan?”

Chihaya sighed. “I don’t.”

“Ayase-senpai,” Sumire chimed in. In a tone reminiscent of the time she guided them confidently through making Valentine’s chocolates to cheer up Taichi, Sumire announced, “There’s only one way to fix this. You have to build immunity.”

‘Building immunity’ apparently meant weathering through all the blushing and the rapid heartbeats until she got used to them. It may be a tall order, but there weren’t any alternatives and Chihaya had been worried about making Taichi worry about her. Putting her faith on Sumire’s reputation on matters concerning love, Chihaya found herself waiting anxiously on the train platform the next morning.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you this early.” Taichi stood next to her and she grounded her feet, desperately willing her face not to redden. Glancing at him, she stuttered, “O - ohayou, Taichi.”

Small talk passed between them until their train arrived. Settling on the empty seats, Taichi regarded her with mild surprise. “To be honest, I don’t think I’ll be seeing you at all for the rest of the week.” Chihaya clasped her hands. “W - well, Kana-chan said hiding isn’t a good idea.” She struggled to make eye contact, “A - and I want to be immune as soon as possible.”

Taichi looked at her blankly for a full three seconds. Then he broke into laughter, face lighting up so brilliantly that Chihaya had to avert her eyes.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.

Chihaya can’t find it in herself to sincerely complain, though.

#Chihayafuru #ayase chihaya #mashima taichi #taichihaya #let me know if you liked the fic!

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one-more-fangirl · 3 years

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My everyday text (2) - Owen Joyner

(gif not mine! credits to owner)

owen joyner x oc

summary: oc goes to a party for halloween and calls owen drunk. he’s worried

warnings: underage drinking (bc rowe’s 20), swears, mentions of sex

a/n: this has a part one that i recommend you read to read this one and a part three that you can decide if you wanna read

masterlist

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It was a day before Halloween, and I was debating on whether to stay in my apartment dressed up and with a marathon of Halloween movies and a bunch of sweets like I used to do with Mads, or go out with Nora and her now boyfriend and some friends to a college party. Nora was very adamant on the second one.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been very stressed lately and you deserve to let go and go crazy. Get in a hot or cute costume, have fun, get drunk if you want to, maybe meet someone” she gave me a suggestive look and I rolled my eyes “Oh come on, Rowan! You need to get laid!”

“Nora!” I laughed, this time getting her to roll her eyes “I don’t know if I want to meet someone, even if it’s just for a one-night-stand”

“Are you serious?! Rowe, you spent all last year with one-night-stands! Believe me, I know. I have a list”

“No you don’t” I gaped, but Nora only hummed nonchalantly “Why would you have that?!”

“Well, people were coming in and out of here at least three times a week, and I was thinking that maybe I should’ve started to make them pay rent, ‘cause they always ate something from our cupboards. But then I thought that that would technically make you a prostitute, so I decided against it” while I still looked at my friend with a slacked jaw, I found myself not finding it that weird. Conversations like this were normal around here.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want a one-night-stand, it feels wrong for some reason”

“Is this because of that boy you talk to on FaceTime?”

“Which one? I talk to Owen, Char and Jer” it was true.

I had talked to all three boys on FaceTime. I didn’t talk to Charlie or Jeremy as much as Owen, but we had still had our times when we’d kick Owen out of his own call and talked with them alone, and I liked to think of them as my new friends too. Other times I’d just hang up on him and call any of the others —that I knew, because apparently there were a lot of people in this secret project I didn’t know about—, and most of the time I talked with them it was just a massive group call of us being stupid. Same thing happened when Jadah joined Madi and I.

“Which one?” Nora asked incredulously “The blond! The one that flirts with you! The guy! You fucking wrote him a song, Rowan!”

“I wrote you a song too. And he can’t flirt for shit”

“But it’s different! You like this boy, there’s deep feelings in that song. Mine is literally about how much you love me because I bring you pizza”

“Okay so maybe I have a crush on Owen!” I admitted “It’s not like I’m gonna do something about it, you know what happened the last time I had a crush on a friend. I don’t want that to happen again”

“Sweetie, you can’t just block romantic feelings for everyone” Nora sat down next to me and placed her hand on my knee “You were bound to fall for someone again, it’s not something you can’t control”

“Yeah, I know” I sighed “Okay, so what kind of costume did you have in mind?”

The blond smiled excitedly and jumped up, running to her closet.

[...]

“Happy Halloween!” Madison cheered on her side of the screen “What are you gonna do? We’re going to have a party over here, I’m dressing as a devil and Jadah is going as an angel”

“Fitting” I nodded “How much candy have you had?”

“None. But I did have three coffees. Day started early, and I was basically falling asleep while I was standing”

“God, Dee. Anyways, I’m going to a party at a faculty. Nora lent me a black dress and bought me a pair of black feathered wings. Her words were “Rowan, you’re going as a raven”. But just in case, she also bought me some Maleficent horns, because I’ll probably end up losing the wings”

“A party? You going back home with someone?” she arched a brow as she whispered the las sentence, eyeing around her.

“Why does everybody think I’m taking someone home? I’m not!”

“Who’s not taking anyone home after a party?”

“Jeremy! My man! Can you please take my side? Is it really that weird that I’m not having a one-night-stand?”

“He doesn’t count! He doesn’t know how you were last year”

“I don’t, but I’d love to know” he quickly sat down, completely ignoring my offended look.

“You’re such a gossip. You already know about my famous crushes you don’t need to know about my love life status”

“Hey, you told me about them” he pointed his finger accusingly at me.

“But you didn’t stop me! You even made comments about some” I crossed my arms.

“Is it because of Owen that you’re not taking anyone home?” he arched a brow, smirking when he saw my blush and sharing a look with Madi.

“What about you, Jer?” I quickly changed the subject “What’s your love life look like? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

“He’s way passed that” Madison smirked “He’s engaged”

“No he’s not!” I gasped as a small smile and a giant blush appeared on the boy’s face “How did I not know that? You’re supposed to brag to everyone about your fiancée, dude. I wanna know about them”

“Her name’s Carolynn” he started, and once he started, there was no stopping.

I ended that call knowing the whole story about how the soon to be husband and wife met, how they had started dating, how wonderful and amazing she was and how happy Jeremy was with her. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I watched him talk about Carolynn, it was very obvious he was very much in love with her and that he couldn’t wait to be married to her. Madi looked exactly like me, it was impossible not to smile at him.

[...]

“Hello?” I couldn’t quite comprehend the tiredness in the other person’s voice, but then again, I couldn’t quite walk straight “Rowan? You there? Why are you calling me at- four in the morning?”

“Owen! ¡Hola!” my tone was probably too overly cheery and happy, but I could care less in that moment “How are you?”

“Are you okay?” there was shuffling heard from his line, like he was moving on his spot.

“Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” the words came out slurred.

“Are you drunk?” if I had been in a normal state, I would’ve probably identified the disbelief in his voice, but like I’ve pointed out a couple of times now, I wasn’t.

“Just a tiny bit” I neared my thumb and index fingers and narrowed my eyes, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t see me.

“Where are you, Rowes?”

“I’ve been walking around campus for a while now” I giggled “I can’t find my apartment. It’s usually with the residences, but I can’t find those either”

“Okay, uh... Rowan? I need you to listen to me, are you listening to me?” I hummed, nodding my head along “Okay, you know where the apartment is. I need want you to get there, can you do that for me?”

“Of course silly. I’ll do whatever you want” I smirked.

“As much as I like you flirting with me, it’s really not the moment”

“You’re no fun, I’m gonna call Milo. Maybe I can find him around here and we can go somewhere” I frowned and pulled the phone away from my ear, ready to hang up and call the funny tall boy Nora had introduced to me two days before and was now my best friend.

“Wait, wait, wait! Don’t hang up please! I just want you to get home safely. If you need to flirt with me while you do it, you can. I’m just worried”

“Aw, Owen, you’re such a softy. It’s one of the reasons I fell for you” I cooed “Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll get home just fine” and then I hung up.

I ignored all the text messages that popped up in my screen from different people, let all the calls ring and just kept walking. I did eventually get to our little apartment, and fell face first on my bed, not bothering to take my make up or contacts off. I was sleeping within three minutes.

[...]

I woke up the next day with a massive headache, and with a lot of trouble to open my eyes. “Fucking contacts. Fucking party. Fucking Nora. Fucking drinks. Fucking stupid brain.”

My phone rung in that moment, making me groan. I picked it up, answering the call.

“So loud. Cállate. Shut the hell up” I whined at whoever called me.

“You picked up. Oh my God, guys! I have her!” I furrowed my brows as I recognized Jadah’s voice, forcing myself to get up and make my way to the bathroom.

I rummaged the cabinet trying to find a pill for my headache. I placed my phone in speaker as I took my lenses off.

“Rowan María Flores! What the hell were you thinking?!” I knew that voice. That was Mr. Reyes, using his dad tone on me.

“H-Hey, King” I said hesitantly.

“Do not “King” me, señorita. Do you know how worried we all were?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked “I hardly remember anything from last night” I admitted embarrassed “But I just woke up, so it should all be coming back in the next half hour”

“You called Owen drunk, saying you were lost in the campus, Rowan” Charlie spoke, calling me by my name instead of the nickname he was adamant in using “Then you just hung up on him and never picked your phone up again. He woke me up in the middle of the morning worried sick and stressed out”

Guilt washed over me like a waterfall. When had I done that? Why had I done that? “Dammit drunk me”

“We didn’t know what to do, so we called Madi and Mr. Reyes and the others” he continued “We’ve all been trying to call you since. Your phone probably has millions of messages and lost calls”

“Are you okay?” Madison’s voice sounded broken, and all I could do was stutter out a “Yeah”. “Thank God. We were so worried, Ro-Ro”

“I’m so sorry” I whispered “I didn’t want to make you all go through this. Oh my God, what have I done” I ran my hands through my hair, looking down at the sink “Is uh- is Owen there?” I cleared my throat.

“I’m calling you” he stated instead of answering. He didn’t sound happy.

The phone call ended and two minutes later his contact name was requesting a FaceTime. I gulped. I didn’t care in the slightest of my appearance with my messy hair and smudged dark make-up, but I knew how he had been feeling for the past hours, because I had experienced it too with some friends. It was a terrible feeling of being worried for them and slightly panicking, scared because I couldn’t go save them, as I didn’t know where they were. He knew where I had been, but he couldn’t exactly jump on a plane to come save me.

I shakily hit the “Accept” button and breathed in.

“What were you thinking, Rowan?!” he all but exclaimed when he appeared on the screen.

His hair was the messiest I’d seen it —and I’d seen it just out of bed— and he had bloodshot eyes with bags under them. He only had a pair of sweatpants on, like he hadn’t bothered changing at all.

I couldn’t utter a word, my throat had completely closed, and he took it as his cue to continue.

“Do you know how worried we were? How worried I was? You call me at four in the morning, telling me you can’t find your place while you’re drunk, alone, after a party and on Halloween! And then you hang up and you don’t answer anymore! You’ve no idea what kind of scenarios were going through my head! I was this close to hop on a plane to make sure you were okay! Fucking hell, Rowan!”

“I-I’m sorry” I repeated, tears about to spill from my eyes “It’s just, it was Halloween, and I wanted to have fun, release all the stress and forget about the problems, a-and I lost track of how many drinks I was having, and next thing I knew, I was super drunk. I shouldn’t have called you, I only made you worried. God, what was drunk me thinking?”

I shut my eyes closed for a second and let my breath go, hearing him do the same. His voice was softer the next time he talked.

“It’s fine. I mean, it’s not, but I get that you wanted to let loose” he rubbed his face “I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I’m sorry. Shit, it was just so scary, you know? Not knowing what would happen to you”

“I get it” I assured “I’ve been through it too. So I know how it feels, and I can’t believe I made you feel it. I am so stupid”

“Hey, no. Let’s talk about something else. How about you get all that make-up off and freshen up? You look a little dead”

“Hey!” I shouted, only to hold my head and wince “I hope the pill kicks in quickly, otherwise I think I’ll die for real”

I took some cotton pads and my make-up remover, looking at my mirror to make sure I got it all off. I then left the camera to change into comfier clothes and came back to Owen with a sweater on and fiddling with his fingers.

“Rowes?” he called, and I hummed to show him that I was listening “There’s this thing you said yesterday, and I didn’t notice it at first, but I kinda ran over the conversation a million times in my head-”

“Owen, what did I say” I chuckled “It can’t be that bad”

“You said I was a softy” I rolled my eyes, but then he continued “and that it was one of the reasons you fell for me”

My mouth fell into a perfect “o”, and I felt my cheeks and neck get hotter. He was red too, but had a small smile on his lips. I stuttered trying to make out an excuse, but his chuckle cut me off.

“A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts” he said with a smirk “Or a woman’s in this case. I knew you were crazy for me, Flores” I furrowed my brows at his teasing. Was he really making fun of me for having fallen for him? “Don’t look at me like that, Rowes. I like you too. A lot” he laughed a little “But it’s always me that is left stuttering whenever you flirt with me, so I thought I’d take advantage of it” he shrugged.

“You little shit!” I laughed “I’d kiss you if I could” I grinned, causing his smile to get bigger, if it was possible.

“First thing I’m gonna do when we meet, after squeezing you in a hug”

“Deal. I’ll sing you your song”

“Can’t wait”

“Yeah, me neither”

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An Art of Balance #2

A/N: Chapter 2, here you go. I can’t believe how much I missed writing, let me tell you :D Also, looking at my draft and at how high the word counts for every chapter I’ve written so far turned out… we’re in for a long one, hope you’ll stay with me through it. Enjoy!

Warning: mild swearing, use of alcohol

Word Count: ~ 2.700

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Chapter 2: Secrets Spilt

Orion leaned back contently, supporting his weight on the bench with his hands and let his gaze wander through the Great Hall. It was looking magnificent as ever, packed to the brim with students new and old, chatting excitedly, the air humming with positive energy. They had just finished their welcome feast and waited for the new first years to be escorted to their common rooms, so the older students could follow up.

He felt a smile spread on his face. As much as he appreciated the summer break to reset and focus on himself, there was nothing quite like coming back to what was home to him. He looked at each of his friends around him, grateful for having found so many people over the last years he considered his family.

A group of newly sorted Gryffindors walked past, being ushered along by Gryffindor’s newest prefect. Charlie Weasley, star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Orion eyed him up curiously. He was undeniably gifted when it came to playing seeker. As a matter of fact, Orion wouldn’t put a professional career past his abilities. If they wanted to have a chance to win the House Cup once again, they had better watch out for him.

When he passed where Lizzie was sitting, he nonchalantly saluted her with two fingers put to his forehead and grinned. Lizzie stuck her tongue out to him before she started laughing and waved back. Charlie gave her a wink and continued along after his brother Bill and their charges. Orion noticed Skye giving Lizzie a glum look.

“Stop that, Jameson, this is competition you’re flirting with.”

“I wasn’t flirting, I was waving at a friend. Get a grip, Skye,” Lizzie snapped at her, clearly exasperated.

Skye only snorted at that. “Whatever. He’s in another house and on top on another team. You can be nice to him all you want, once we’ve shown Gryffindor the ropes on the pitch.”

“What if we’re playing them last, do you expect me not to talk to one of my best friends for the whole year or what?” Lizzie shot her an angry glance. “Besides, if you weren’t so consumed with seeing everyone as competition, you could actually benefit from me being friends with him. He is excellent on his broom. I bet he could even show you a trick or two.”

Skye bristled up at that and Orion felt resignation set in. He had hoped Lizzie and Skye would last at least a week until their inevitable bickering commenced. Although they had been playing on the same team for so many years, their different approach to the sport they both loved so much invariably led to tensions. Tensions that were his responsibility as the team’s captain to resolve.

“Everyone has their strengths as well as their weaknesses. We should not concentrate on others but focus on how we can overcome our weak sides to rise stronger than before.” He leaned over the table pushing the two girls glaring at each other gently apart. “It is no use to fight amongst ourselves when we have a common goal to achieve.”

“He’s right, you know,” Penny agreed happily. “I’ve had enough of the Cup being dressed in blue and bronze already. You two be nice to each other and take it back for us.”

Much to his surprise, Skye actually let it rest at that, only muttering a stubborn “They could show me shit, Jameson, as if…” but Lizzie wasn’t listening to her anymore. Rowan was walking past with their new housemates in tow and Lizzie jumped up, walking over to her. Though Orion couldn’t hear what they said, he saw Lizzie return of few moments later, looking puzzled and Rowan leaving with the first years.

He opened his mouth to ask what was bothering her but was cut short by McNully announcing Hufflepuff’s first years to have been the last of them and it being high time they left for their common room as well.

Saying he was relieved to finally be able to get out of his school uniform would have been an understatement. He shrugged into his battered coat, running his hand over the worn fabric. It had been with him for so long it almost felt part of his identity. Orion felt himself relaxing more and more. Laying back on his bed, arms crossed behind his head, he closed his eyes and let the familiar smell of warm wood and the fire from the common room wash over him.

This was home.

The other boys sharing the dorm with him were still gathered around the giant fireplace, but he didn’t mind. Although they were about to start their sixth year together, he didn’t really feel connected to them. The only exception was McNully, who shared his passion about Quidditch, albeit in quite a different way.

He propped himself up on his side and reached over to his nightstand, where he had put up pictures of his team he had collected over the course of the years. Picking up the first one he could reach, he fell back again, letting his mind wander back to the glaringly hot day the photograph had been taken. It was a snapshot of the team celebrating a last-minute win against Ravenclaw two years ago. He could almost feel the heat of the sun on his skin as he looked at the exhilarated faces of his friends. The sudden burst of joy mixed with relief of not being shot out of the race for the Cup had even let Skye forget the fight she had had with Lizzie at the time, both girls having one arm around the other’s shoulder, grinning like mad up at him.

A soft sigh escaped him. As much as he valued his friendship with both of them, Skye and Lizzie could both be a handful, especially when disagreeing with each other. Where Skye was peculiar with her subordinating every aspect of her life to Quidditch and expecting everybody else to do the same, Lizzie was extremely prickly when she felt herself or one of her friends being attacked. Most of the times their quarrel was nothing more than that and they quickly returned to being friends, but every so often it would turn into a downright fight.

Orion looked up when he heard the door opening and the soft noise of McNully’s wheelchair approaching him.

“Taking a trip down memory lane?” McNully came to a halt next to him, looking curiously at the picture Orion was holding in his hands.

“Yes, setting my mind for all the things that need to be done for the new season.”

McNully leaned closer, eyes shining excitedly. “And there are a lot of these! You need to find a new beater, scout out what the other teams are up to, assess their strengths and weaknesses- “

“Good to see you have already worked out my whole schedule,” Orion interrupted him flatly.

McNully gracefully ignored the rare sarcasm in his friend’s voice. “What did you expect, I had the whole summer to think about this. And if you want to know, I do think Gryffindor will be your hardest contender for the top. Contrary to us, their team remains unchanged and they only lost to us last year due to circumstances that are highly improbable to repeat themselves.”

Fading his voice out, Orion’s mind went back to what had happened in the Great Hall earlier. McNully was right. None of the other houses should be underestimated, but he had a feeling Gryffindor maybe deserved the closest look out of all of them. Although he really wouldn’t like to admit it out loud, in some way Skye had a point.

He looked over at McNully, lost in thought. “Do you think Lizzie and Charlie being so close could be a problem for us? Got any statistics for me on inter-house friendships influencing performance? Or was Skye overreacting earlier?”

The blond wizard only laughed. “Hey, don’t ask me about inter-personal relationships, especially regarding your teammates. After all,” and he rolled over to his own bed, smiling innocently, “I’m just your ever impartial commentator.”

***

Lizzie’s face hurt from laughing. She leaned back against her bed post and wiped a tear from her eye while Tonks stopped her impersonation of Professor McGonagall, turning her face back into its original state. She reached for the bottle of cherry liquor they had been passing around. Shaking it gently she listened to the remainders of the liquid slosh inside.

“Uh-oh, girls, we’re almost done.” She set the bottle to her lips, emptying it in one big gulp.

“Oi, Tonks, let us in on the fun!” Skye protested but Tonks only grinned and burped before tossing her the empty bottle.

Lizzie felt herself giggling again, giddy from the alcohol coursing through her body.

Penny, who sat next to her, leaned forward and snatched the bottle out of Skye’s hands. Her cheeks were flushed and her voice already had slight slur to it. “To mark the occasion of me having my favourite girls ever back, how about a round of good old truth-and-dare?”

Everybody groaned but got up anyway and sat down in a circle on the floor. Penny placed the bottle in the middle and got her wand out.

“Remember, everyone not telling the truth or chickening out on the dare gets to live with neon green hair for the rest of the week. Except for Tonks who has to go with a boring colour of her choice.”

To emphasise the stakes, Tonks let her hair change colour, showcasing such a bright green it actually hurt to look at her.

Lizzie felt the familiar tingling on her skin as Penny cast the spell on them. She glanced sideways at Rowan, who didn’t look to keen on the prospect of the game, but said nothing. Maybe it would loosen her up a bit.

Penny spun the bottle. It came to rest on Tonks, who confidently chose a dare. Penny thought about it for a second. “I dare you to prank Madam Pince before the end of the week. “

Tonks laughed out loud. “Consider it done. And here was me thinking this was about something I don’t want to do.” She spun the bottle again, this time it stopped pointing at Lizzie. She tensed a little bit.

“Alright, Lizzie, truth or dare?”

Lizzie remembered the last time she had chosen the dare vividly. They had made her lecture Snape on every detail about her hair care routine, complete with a recommendation of her favourite shampoo. It had cost her ten house points, detention and a good chunk of her dignity.

Considering that, she really had no choice. “Truth, I guess. I’m too scared of you, Tonks.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you, we’re only on warm up. Have you been kissed before?”

Lizzie felt a blush creep up her face. Avoiding her friends’ curious faces she looked up at the ceiling. “Yes.”

“What?!” Penny shrieked, gripping her arm. “Who? When? Don’t be a buzzkill, tell us everything!”

Lizzie shook her head. “Not a chance.”

“You have to tell us!” Tonks complained. “You have to answer my question!”

“I know. I did. You didn’t ask for any details, so I have to tell you bugger all.” Ignoring Tonks’ pout, she grabbed the bottle and quickly spun it. She could feel Rowan’s eyes resting on her and felt a little guilty. She hadn’t even told her best friend about her first kiss.

She could still feel Rowan watching her while she dared Skye walking into the Great Hall at breakfast like a chicken but when she looked over, Rowan quickly dropped her gaze.

“Well, Lizzie, looks like it’s you again.”

She looked back to the middle of the circle where the bottle pointed at her for the second time.

Brilliant. She already pictured herself giving Snape an additional lecture on conditioner. She sighed. “Dare.”

Skye blinked innocently at her. “Smashing. I dare you to tell us who your first kiss was with.”

Lizzie looked at her dumbfounded. Tonks and Skye high-fived, looking thoroughly pleased with themselves.

“This is not how his game is working,” Lizzie protested helplessly.

“Yes, it is. Now spill the beans!” Skye replied smugly.

For a second, Lizzie contemplated how she would look with green hair, but with another glance at Tonks’s radiantly glowing head, she gave in to the inevitable.

Covering her face with her hands, she mumbled something incomprehensible.

Skye put a hand to her hear. “Sorry, can’t hear you!”

Exasperated, Lizzie threw her head back and exclaimed, “Alright, it was Charlie Weasley! There you have it!”

Her friends’ reactions came all at once. Penny was squealing, whereas Skye was glaring at her, yelling “Jameson, seriously?!”. Tonks was laughing her head off.

“I can’t believe it, Dragon Boy got himself a girlfriend!” she roared.

Lizzie fiercely shook her head. “Merlin, no, don’t you get any ideas! It was just that one kiss, nothing more. It was Christmas, there was a mistletoe and that is it! End of story!”

Penny couldn’t contain herself with excitement. “You two spent Christmas together? How come I never knew? Lizzie, you have to tell me everything. Right. Now.”

Again, Lizzie buried her face in her hands. Suddenly the prospect of lecturing Snape didn’t sound so bad.

Suddenly Rowan spoke up next to her. “You heard what she said. It was nothing serious and the dare is fulfilled. Leave her alone.”

Surprised, Lizzie looked over to her. For the first time that evening, Rowan smiled at her, albeit it was somewhat restrained.

She got up. “In fact, I think we’ve all had enough. Let’s call it a day, shall we?” With that, she snatched the bottle from the floor, grabbed her things from her bed and left the room.

Lizzie had been tossing and turning for over an hour now, listening to Skye softly snoring in the bed to her right. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through Mouse’s thick fur, who was rolled into a tight ball against her stomach. After returning from home, it always took her a few nights to get accustomed to sharing her room with other people again.

When she heard Rowan getting out of bed on her other side, she propped herself up onto her elbows. She could see her friend tiptoeing over to the dresser at the far end of the room, pouring herself a glass of water.

Lizzie watched her silhouette quietly. Better get this over with now.

She waited until her friend returned before turning to her side.

“Rowan?” she whispered quietly.

She could see the other girl looking up, although her features were indiscernible in the darkness.

“Lizzie? Can’t sleep, can you?”

“Yeah.” Rowan knew she always had trouble falling asleep for the first few nights. “Can I ask you something?”

Rowan didn’t answer immediately. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were made a prefect?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you and Charlie?” she retorted. Lizzie could hear the hurt in her best friend’s voice.

She sighed softly. “I’m sorry, I know should have. We just thought, keeping this between ourselves would prevent stupid rumours from spreading. It was just for fun.”

Rowan didn’t reply at first. Then, “It’s alright.”

“Now you. Why didn’t you tell me about the prefect thing?”

“This has nothing to do with you personally, really. It’s just… you have gotten so absorbed into this whole Quidditch world; I feel like I can’t keep up. Sometimes it’s like I’m not that big a part of your life anymore, Liz.”

Lizzie felt a punch of sadness at her words. And a tad guilty as well. “You could have told me anytime. You are my best friend, Rowan, you are part of everything I do.”

Although she couldn’t see her face, she heard the smile in Rowan’s voice. “That’s good to know.”

They were both silent for a bit.

“Rowan?”

“Hm?” she replied sleepily.

“Thanks for helping me out earlier.”

“Sure. Good night, Lizzie.”

“Good night.”

Lizzie snuggled herself into her blanket, moving Mouse a little bit to make herself more comfortable. She couldn’t shake the feeling there was something Rowan had not told her. But before she could think on it any further, she had already drifted off to sleep.

#harry potter #hogwarts mystery #hphm #orion amari #orion amari x mc #orion x mc #lizzie jameson #skye parkin #penny haywood #rowan khanna #murphy mcnully #charlie weasley #quidditch squad #the quidditch squad #art of balance

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📼 d r a m a 📼

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE?

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 2.7k words

↳ rating: PG

↳ genre: fluff, yeonjun and beomgyu are headaches for taehyun and hueningkai nothing new, y/n is a nervous wreck and soobin is a big flirt

a/n: DID YOU EXPECT A WRITTEN CHAPTER? DID YOU? D I D Y O U?

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

Beomgyu’s cheerful voice sounded out through the limo as he tapped Taehyun’s arm incessantly.

“You asked that five minutes ago,” Taehyun deadpanned. “No. We’re not there yet,”

“But we’re late!”

As Beomgyu whined, Y/N checked her phone subtly.

new message from prince soobinie: i’ll see you later babe

Taehyun’s phone rang with a message, which Beomgyu promptly read out—much to Taehyun’s displeasure.

“Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun and Hueningkai on Sir Beomgyu’s important guest lists have arrived,” Beomgyu read out before smiling happily. “Soobinie-hyung!”

“I regret putting so much people in that list,” Taehyun groaned. “My phone has been ringing since the gala started. I don’t need to know when people arrive,”

“Choi Soobin’s there?” Y/N gulped, which made Beomgyu turn to her with an amused, mischievous expression.

“Yes?” Beomgyu grinned. “Hyung’s there.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that we’re not close with Soobin?” Taehyun chastised.

“But we could be!” Beomgyu argued.

Y/N ignored the bickering two and looked back at her text.

She didn’t really care about Soobin, the superstar.

She just wanted to see her Soobin.

Whoever it was.

“We’re here,”

Taehyun’s red hair shone brightly in front of the cameras.

Despite being Beomgyu’s secretary, everybody knew him best as Beomgyu’s best friend, which in extension, makes him one of the most eligible bachelors of the business world after Choi Beomgyu.

Choi Beomgyu, president and heir of Choi Industries, was ever the star.

His smile was blinding as he stood next to Taehyun in the red carpet, the way he carried himself further solidifying his status as the most sought-after bachelor of the business world—even if he really goofed off too much.

On the other side of Beomgyu was Y/N, ever pretty and very much alluring.

Completing the trio, Y/N’s presence outsold every single girl in the gala.

Her connection to Beomgyu was one of the reasons why she was a very famous girl when it comes to men and women in the business world looking for connections, yet her eyes danced around the area looking for someone specific.

If only she knew who to find.

“Y/N, who are you wearing today?”

“Beomgyu, over here!”

“Taehyun, give us a smile!”

Beomgyu gave them one final smile before slinging an arm around Y/N and tugging Taehyun’s blazer.

“Let’s go,”

The three walked off of the red carpet and out of the public eye, which made Beomgyu give a big breath before stretching.

In front of their eyes, the cool, attractive president of Choi Industries transformed into a whining baby.

“Facing paparazzi is so tiring, guys,” he pouted. “I deserve a nap,”

Taehyun rolled his eyes and dragged Beomgyu inside the venue, grumbling under his breath as Beomgyu whined again.

Chuckling, Y/N followed both boys in.

It was no secret she was a little bit nervous.

Even if she told both Beomgyu and Taehyun she dressed up because she knew being in the gala meant being in the eyes of the paparazzi, all three of them knew it was for the person behind the Choi Soobin account she’d been talking to.

The same Soobin who hadn’t sent any words her way after his earlier “see you later,” text.

As soon as they entered, Beomgyu gasped loudly and pointed over at a head of bright neon yellow hair by the dessert table.

“It’s Choi Yeonjun,” he gasped.

The said boy stood by the buffet table, bouncing with a macaroon in hand and his phone recording in another.

“Yeah,” Taehyun answered, nonchalantly gesturing over at the tall boy next to Yeonjun. “and that’s Hueningkai,”

Beside him stood Hueningkai, who was also bouncing in his spot as he tugged on Yeonjun’s arm and pointed at a gigantic Mollang balloon with another.

Choi Soobin was nowhere to be found.

Taehyun and Beomgyu exchanged a look and faced Y/N with teasing grins.

Y/N cleared her throat and shook her head.

“I’m not looking for Soobin,” She squeaked in a small voice.

“Oh,” Beomgyu smirked, giggling mischievously. “but we didn’t say anything about him,”

Y/N scrunched her face and opened her mouth to argue at the boy who cackled loudly, but was interrupted by Taehyun.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Touchy,” a new voice chuckled, which made Beomgyu snap his head up and Y/N turn hers.

Behind Y/N stood Jaemin, his arm around a pretty girl in a bright red dress.

The girl he cheated on Y/N on.

“Oh, Jaemin, hello,” Y/N said, her eyes wide. “I didn’t know you’d be here. Nope, definitely not,”

“You three didn’t check the guest list this time?” Jaemin asked.

Beomgyu glared at the boy, pulling Y/N to stand beside him.

“We did, we just didnt care to look for you,” he answered curtly.

“That’s so cute. Beomgyu’s business tone, I mean,” Jaemin laughed.

“Hi, Beomgyu,” Jaemin’s girlfriend said. “I’m Soo-Min. It’s so nice to finally meet you,”

“It’s Mr. Choi,” Taehyun answered. “This is the president of Choi Industries, he’s not your friend,”

Y/N smiled at her friends’ overprotectiveness, if Beomgyu’s tight grip on the back of her dress was anything to go by.

She reached her hand up to pat Beomgyu’s shoulder. “At ease, soldier,”

Beomgyu only rolled his eyes and huffed.

“Hi, nice to see you again,” Y/N nodded over at the girl and raised her eyebrows at Jaemin. “And you,”

“Hey,” Jaemin nodded with a smirk. “Soo-Min got an invite here. You know how she’s really famous. She got here all by herself, without any connections you know? She’s on a brand deal.”

“What are you trying to say, hyung?” Beomgyu asked, irritated. “I’ve got more important people to talk to, hurry it up,”

Jaemin raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, come on Gyuu. I’m Jaeminie-hyungie, remember? You don’t have to be so formal with me,”

Beomgyu’s fist curled up into a ball.

“Y/N, Beom, let’s go,” Taehyun said. “I see Mr. Kim,”

“Ah, business-like as always, Tae,” Jaemin said, patting his shoulder. “Lighten up,”

Taehyun glared at the boy and pushed his hand off his shoulder.

“Why the hostility, boys?” Jaemin asked, wrapping his arm around Soo-Min’s waist. “Is it because I broke up with Y/N?”

“The break-up isn’t the problem, it’s the reason why,” Beomgyu said through clenched teeth, his eyes wandering over to Soo-Min.

The girl only smiled.

“It’s no biggie, guys,” Jaemin shrugged. “I just don’t love Y/N anymore,”

Y/N stayed silent and bit her lip, vaguely aware of the rising tempers of the two boys beside her.

Jaemin shrugged and back-hugged Soo-Min right in front of them.

“I mean look at Soo-Min, she’s so hot and proper and pretty,” Jaemin shrugged. “But I mean, I get it. Sorry Y/N, I hope you move on soon,”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“I mean I know you’re still not over me,” Jaemin said. “But I’ve moved on, and so should you,”

Beomgyu straightened up, his glare sharpening as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Jaemin-hyung, but I—“

“Finally found you,” A voice said, tone lilting as two arms wrapped itself around Y/N’s waist and a towering figure pressed itself against her back. “Hi, babe,”

Beomgyu and Taehyun only gaped with wide eyes as the familiar voice reached Y/N’s ears.

A voice she only heard from the television whenever Beomgyu insisted she watch Once Upon A Lovestory re-runs with him.

Y/N’s hands landed on the arms around her waist, and she turned to see Choi Soobin smiling at her with his hair falling over his face.

“You’re late,” he hummed tightening his grip on her. “Now, about those kisses you wanted saying yesterday, let me—“

“I—uh, Beomgyu! Beomgyu,” Y/N sputtered. “Beomgyu wanted to buy donuts on the way—uh, donuts.”

“Oh my god,” Beomgyu muttered under his breath, making Soobin snap back into attention.

Soobin gave both Beomgyu and Taehyun a quick smile before his gaze landed on Jaemin, his smile widening.

“Oh, hello,”

“Oh my gosh, hi,” Soo-Min gasped from beside a dumbfounded Jaemin. “I’m Soo-Min. I’m such a big fan of yours,”

Soobin only hummed, shooting her a wide smile.

Beomgyu moved to stand next to Taehyun.

Y/N shot the both of them a look of panic.

Beomgyu looked star-struck as he gazed at Soobin with starry eyes, while Taehyun only scratched his head and shrugged.

“Okay,” Y/N squeaked to herself silently, making Soobin laugh.

“You must be Jaemin, Y/N told me about you,” Soobin nodded over at Jaemin as he manoeuvred himself to stand next to Y/N, an arm around her waist to mirror Jaemin and Soo-Min.

“All good things, I hope,” Jaemin muttered to which Soobin smirked at.

“That’s pretty hard considering why you’re dating that pretty woman now, isn’t it?” Soobin asked, gesturing over to Soo-Min and giving her a smile.

He turned over to Y/N and tucked her hair behind her ear. “By the way, you look so beautiful, babe.”

“What?” Y/N blushed, making him laugh once more.

“I’m serious, I’m not lying.” Soobin smiled.

He planted a soft hiss to Y/N’s cheek, making Taehyun and Beomgyu exchange a look of surprise while Y/N just laughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah. Beautiful, thanks,” Y/N said.

“I, uh, didn’t know you were dating Choi Soobin now,” Jaemin said to Y/N, his eyes locked on the arm around her waist.

“Uh,” Y/N made a move to deny but Soobin’s hand tightened its grip on her waist.

Beomgyu and Taehyun were watching the scene intently just like you would a movie, and she could see Hueningkai and Yeonjun approach them from her position next to Soobin.

“Yes, I am,” Y/N replied, making Soobin’s shoulders relax and his eyes turn cheery.

He grinned at Jaemin. “Yes, she is,”

Yeonjun and Hueningkai stopped a few feet away from them, arguing by themselves.

“Babe, Kai and Yeonjun-hyung wanted to meet the three of you,” Soobin gestured over to the bickering duo.

“Me and Beomgyu, too?” Taehyun asked, making Soobin smile at them.

“Of course!” Soobin laughed, bowing his head over at Jaemin. “If you excuse us,”

He led Y/N away with a chuckle as Beomgyu and Taehyun followed the two bickering amongst themselves.

“I told you I’d find you yesterday, didn’t I?” Soobin teased as they reached a still-bickering Kai and Yeonjun. “Now, call me baby boy,”

Beomgyu sat beside Y/N and Soobin, cackling as he saw people slow-dancing on the dance floor.

“I can’t believe you just made your gala a high-school dance,” Taehyun gaped from his seat next to Beomgyu.

It was minutes after Yeonjun and Hueningkai met the three with Soobin before Beomgyu was called to deliver his speech for the gala, promptly ending it with an unplanned call for everybody to enjoy the night by dancing.

“I can’t believe you,” Taehyun continued muttering to himself, as Beomgyu laughed.

“The only way to avoid interaction is if you get them busy by forcing them to interact with another person,” Beomgyu hummed. “Okay, so Taehyun my plan tonight is on Kim Taehyung, did you see him anywhere?”

“That’s your current client, Beomgyu!” Taehuyn chastised.

Yeonjun gaped at the president as Hueningkai only downed his glass of grape juice with a roll of his eyes.

“Dude, I love you,” Yeonjun gasped from his chair.

“Everybody does,” Beomgyu sang, making Taehyun slam his hand on the back of his head. “Taehyunie, that hurt!”

“Do I look like I care?” Taehyun hissed, making the boy pout.

“I think I’m gonna go take more pictures with Mollang,” Hueningkai declared from his spot, standing.

“That’s beside the dessert table right?” Yeonjun asked, standing up too. “I think I’m gonna go ahead with my mukbang,”

“Hyung, you’re an embarrassment,” Hueningkai deadpanned, which made Beomgyu gasp.

“Taehyun says that to me a lot too!” Beomgyu gaped, raising his hand to high-five Yeonjun.

“That’s because you are,” Taehyun replied, shrugging.

“I think I should bring you to the kitchen instead,” Beomgyu whispered loudly to Yeonjun, making the boy widen his eyes. “Taehyun, we can make them make you cheese tteokbokki,”

“If you think that’ll make me go with you all—“ Taehyun started before Y/N shrugged.

“You’re absolutely right,” Y/N supplied as Taehyun nodded.

“Let’s go,” Taehyun said, making Hueningkai groan.

“I have to go with you guys now?” Hueningkai whined as Yeonjun dragged him behind them, marching their way to the gala’s kitchens.

Soobin and Y/N was left alone.

The soft piano from the song playing over the speakers was the only noise left from the once rowdy table.

Take my hands now,

Y/N took her champagne and downed it., making Soobin turn to her.

“So, I—uh—think I should go with them. You know, to make sure Beomgyu doesn’t make that much of a mess,” Y/N said, standing up.

Soobin reached out and grasped her hand. “I’m sorry,”

You are the cause of my euphoria.

Y/N turned to him, slowly sitting back down. “What for?”

“I think I made you a bit uncomfortable for approaching you in front of Jaemin,” Soobin said smiling sadly. “And, uh, making him think I’m dating you,”

“Honestly, no,” Y/N shook her head. “That actually saved my ass.”

“Oh,”

Close the door now,

“I’m just nervous,” Y/N said, playing with her fingers. “In front of you, I mean,”

“Oh,” Soobin repeated, his tone bright and his smile back in his eyes.

When I’m with you,

I’m in Utopia.

They were both silent, fiddling with their fingers and taking stolen glances with each other at the last note of the song faded away.

“That was a, um, pretty song,” Y/N spoke up, wincing. That was such a weird thing to say, Y/N. What were you thinking?

As Y/N internally scolded herself, the song over the speakers changed.

“Hey,” Soobin started with a smile as he heard the first beat of the next song.

He stood and offered his hand.

Take my hand,

Take a breath,

“Wanna dance?”

Pull me close,

then take one step.

“Huh?”

Keep your eyes locked on mine,

“I said, do you wanna dance?” Soobin smiled.

And let the music be your guide.

Y/N smiled softly and put her hand in his as he pulled her over to the dance floor and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Won’t you promise me

that you’ll never forget

Y/N’s hesitation led Soobin to take her hand and put it on her shoulder.

“Just,” Soobin started. “Follow me,”

Soobin slowly swayed around.

To keep dancing wherever we go next.

“Hi,” Soobin said, making Y/N chuckle.

“Hi,” Y/N hummed back.

“So, am I the Soobin you expected?” Soobin asked, tilting his head.

It’s like catching lightning,

the chances of finding someone like you.

“Not exactly,” Y/N replied, her eyes falling on the kitchen door as it opened to reveal Beomgyu and Yeonjun with desserts piled in their arms and Hueningkai and Taehyun holding tubs of tteokbokki and litre bottles of grape juice. “I, uh, didn’t expect superstar Soobin,”

“I told you I was the actor Soobin, though,”

“I never believed you,” Y/N replied, looking back at Soobin, who had a thinking face on.

“I guess I should’ve made sure you knew,” Soobin shrugged, making Y/N laugh. “Can’t take it back now,”

“It’s fine,” Y/N replied.

It’s one in a million,

the chances of feeling the way we do.

“Sorry again,” Soobin said. “For making Jaemin think I’m dating you,”

“It’s fine, he thinks I’m dating the Choi Soobin now,” Y/N said. “I levelled up in his eyes—I’m the shit.”

Soobin laughed. “I’m not that great.”

“Oh,” Y/N shook her head. “But you are,”

And with every step together,

Soobin’s hand tightened its grip on hers.

Y/N looked up in thought.

“I guess you’re like my knight in shining armor in front of Jaemin,” Y/N joked.

We just keep on getting better.

“Can I be your knight in shining armor everyday, then?” Soobin smiled, making the girl in his arms laugh and leave her head on his chest.

“You’re so corny,”

Soobin chuckled and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“So, can I?”

So, can I have this dance?

“Okay,”

Can I have this dance?

a/n: i don’t have chapter 16 made whoops

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by the bar

PAIRING: Sebastian Stan x Reader (fem) SUMMARY: You’ve made plans to have a few drinks with some friends in your favorite bar downtown but things don’t work out as you expected. WORDS: 3,8k T/W: alcohol, fluff, language. A/N: Here’s something song-inspired. I had the time of my life writing this. Maybe 1 of 2... — 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

IT DIDN’T start well, I might confess.

Ten minutes late turned into twenty and now they’re forty-three minutes late and I’m pouting at the bar, not even ashamed of that.

I sigh in annoyance and put my phone down, tilting my head to the side as I trace the rim of my glass with my fingertip.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind if you send me a text to let me know how long I’ll have to wait. But if you never intended to show up at all, why would you even make plans in the first place?

Now I’m sitting all alone at the bar, pathetically I might add, waiting for friends that are a text away from canceling on me.

Why am I surprised, anyway? It’s not like they’ve never done this before…

As I sit and sulk in my bitterness, I don’t pay attention to the cheery group of people at a big table nearby, having the time of their lives. To be honest, I try to shut them down in my head because I’m pretty fucking jealous.

Why can’t I have friends like this?

“We're taking shots in here, you want one?” I take a moment to register that the stranger is, in fact, talking to me.

I turn to my side to look at the handsome blonde guy with piercing blue eyes.

“Oh,” I say in surprise. “Uh… No, thanks! I’m waiting for some friends,” I smile to not seem rude.

I’m not in the mood for flirting right now. Sorry, hot blondie.

“You can wait for them with us! I’m with my friends and fiancée,” He points at the table and an equally blond and gorgeous woman stands up, walking towards us.

Oh.

“Hmm. I don’t know about that,” I chuckle slightly, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Thanks, though,” I nod, looking at him.

“Want some help, babe?” The blond woman asks, stopping by the man’s side but not touching him.

Thank god, no cuddling right in my face!

“Hi,” The woman says to me with a huge smile.

“Hello,” I great back with the best I-don’t-want-to-be-here smile.

“I’m Alissa!” She reaches out a hand and I shake it, also introducing myself. “This is Will. Are you gonna join us?”

“She’s shy,” The Will-guy says to his fiancée and I stare back at him with ‘come on, dude’ face.

“No need to be shy! I promise we’re cool,” Alissa guarantees.

They stare at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. I groan internationally before smiling and nodding slightly.

“Alright,” I agree, reluctantly. “Thanks, but you don’t have to do that at all.”

“Ah, shut up, and let’s go!” Will says with a chuckle as if we’re longtime friends.

I chuckle too while his fiancée nudges him in a reprehensible way. They wait for me to collect my stuff so we can walk back to their table.

By now, the heat in my cheeks is permanent and I am planning on murdering each of my friends that are standing me up. However, things can always get worse and it does when I spot, at least, five TV stars at Will and Alissa’s table.

Why can’t Earth just swallow me whole right now?

My internal groan intensifies as I stop by the side of Will and the group’s attention shifts to me.

“Guys, this is Y/N!” Will introduces me and I wave sheepishly at them. “She’ll join us for shots while she waits for her friends.”

Seriously, Will-dude?! Why are you dissing me like that?

My smile doesn’t reach my eyes as I picture the exact way of torture I’ll use on the bastards I call friends.

“Hi,” I say very shyly.

Hey’s and welcome’s are cheerfully directed towards me. However, the next seconds are the most chaotic of my life.

Chace Crawford stands from his chair and motions for me to sit on it, by Alissa’s side. Then he tucks me in like a gentleman before walking towards the bar with the Will-guy, Sebastian Stan, and another handsome-looking man.

Alissa takes her seat by my left and introduces me to the remaining people at the table, which includes Jessica Szohr. Before introductions are over, the other men come back from the bar with a LOT of shots, lime, and salt, and I’m officially introduced to them.

“Here you go,” A couple of tequila shots are placed right in front of me and I look up to meet the eyes of Sebastian Stan.

“Thanks,” I smile shyly at him.

He gives me an adorable combo of a nod and a soft toothless smile.

The other glasses are given away to the others and Chace gets another chair for himself before sitting by my right side. Sebastian takes a seat right across from me and the handsome-looking guy named Ethan sits at the head of the table.

As we cheer and down the first shot, I don’t even make a face at the stinging sensation the drink leaves behind nor the bitter from the lime. After all, what’s hard liquor when you’re nearly dead inside? Exactly, nothing.

At first, I’m very glad they continue their chatting as if I’ve always belonged to the group. However, they wouldn't let me quiet for long and, soon enough, all the attention is at me again.

“So, Y/N,” Will starts and I put my beer down, sighing internally as I lean forward to look at him. “What brings you to this lovely place?” He asks.

“Booze?” I make a face and the others laugh.

He nods, pursing his lips. “Fair enough.”

“What do you do for a living?” Alissa chimes in. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is,” She adds quickly.

I shake my head as to say that it isn’t a problem. “I’m a fashion designer,” I reply nonchalantly.

That seems to catch their interest.

“Seriously?” Jessica Szohr asks. “What do you design?”

“Dresses and gowns...” I say, trying not to draw more attention to myself.

Of course, it has the opposite effect of what I intended.

Suddenly, they’re stalking my professional Instagram and complimenting me on my creations. My cheeks are so red that it could be used as a stop sign but I sigh in relief when someone suggests more shots. As expected, my friends bail on me an hour after they’re supposed to meet me but I don’t even reply to them as I gulp down another tequila shot.

The alcohol starts to flow in my bloodstream and I begin to loosen up a bit, the warmth of the liquor starting to take over.

I quietly whisper to Alissa that my friends aren’t coming and that I am going home but she – already inebriated – immediately shouts at me, prohibiting me to leave and then shoves another shot in my face. Without seeing another way around, I simply drink it to not seem rude.

I’m not having a terrible time either, so that counts.

“Dear Lord, how do you do that?” Sebastian Stan asks, frowning at me.

“Huh?” I ask, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You just downed two shots without even flinching,” He points out and I look down at the glasses. “How drunk are you right now?”

I make a pinching motion as to gesture a small amount. “Barely,” I reply. "Mildly,” Then a nod.

He squints his eyes at me. “What were you drinking before?”

“I had a glass of caipirinha at the bar, but that’s it,” I shrug off.

“Is that the Brazilian drink? Made of that thingy that comes from sugarcane juice,” Jessica quips in, sitting by the actor’s side and makes some faces twist in confusion.

“Cachaça,” Someone suggests.

“Yeah, that,” She nods. “That’s strong,” The woman makes a face.

“Not really,” I shake my head slightly.

My answer seems to trigger something as they start to coo and, now, I’m the one frowning. Thinking I did something wrong; I immediately start to apologize to Jessica but she just chuckles, shaking her head. I’m not even surprised when the guys go get more tequila shots.

“Okay,” A bunch more of full cups are placed in the center of the table and then handed out for each person. “Here’s how this game will work,” Sebastian pauses again, combing his hair back with his fingers. “You have to drink the shot and you can’t make a face, just like missy heavyweight here,” He places both hands on my shoulders and, if I wasn’t slightly inebriated, I’d light up like Human Torch.

“What if we can’t?” Joe Mazzello asks.

“You pay the next round,” Chace replies quickly and then howls in laughter, backed up by the others.

“Yeah, that sounds fair,” Sebastian agrees. “Now, a demonstration from Y/N just so you know what you’re up against,” He squeezes my shoulders and I wonder how the hell I ended up here. “Y/N?” Sebastian squeezes my shoulders again.

I shrug off, accepting my fate, then I do the three-steps: lick the salt, throw my head back slightly to down the hard liquor, and bite into the lime. As I do the latter, I put the glass back at the table, always keeping a straight face.

In the meanwhile, everybody was staring at me.

“Nah, that was water,” A guy named Philip, who I think it’s also an actor, says. “It was way too easy.”

I look at him with an unamused face. “What are you drinking?” I ask him, nodding towards his glass.

“Vodka,” He replies.

I snatch his drink. “In this case, nazdarovya!” I raise his glass as a toast before downing it just like my own shot.

Yeah, that was a mistake.

I realize it as soon as I swallow the vodka. Mixing liquors isn’t the greatest idea and my stomach roars in anger when the latest shot hits the bottom.

Nevertheless, I keep a straight face and I look up at even more surprised ones. “That wasn’t one of my brightest ideas,” I confess.

This makes them break in laughter and I get a supportive tap on the back by Sebastian. The simple gesture nearly makes the vodka turn back around, but I just bring my hand to cover my lips as a small burp comes out.

The drinking game starts after my reckless decision and it’s quite fun to watch them try to keep it together. I refuse to take another shot when it comes back to me, arguing that I’d probably end up in the ER if I continue in this spree.

I laugh as Will’s face contorts in pain or something. “This makes me wonder if you guys suck at poker, too,” I say, resting back on my chair.

“Oh,” Sebastian starts and my eyes fixate on him. “Is that a dare?”

I chuckle, adjusting myself in my seat. “It was a statement but, sure, it could be a dare,” I tease him.

“Alright,” He nods. “I’ll take it,” The actor says.

“Since when you play poker, Stan?” Chance questions with a serious-mocking tone.

He shrugs off. “Just found a great excuse to learn it,” Sebastian replies and I find myself blushing hard as I chuckle.

The light conversation keeps flowing. I chat mostly with the ones around me which are Alissa, Will, Chace, Jessica, and Sebastian. It’s really fun, they definitely embraced a stranger to their group without a second thought and are sharing personal details carefreely. While I feel a little uncomfortable about it, they also make me feel part of their “pack”, as weird as it is saying that.

However, I’m getting drunker as time passes, and further embarrassing myself in front of movie and TV stars is not in my to-do list. So, I excuse myself to go to the restroom – which I, in fact, need to. Thankfully, no one asks to join me or follow me there.

In the stall, while I pee, I dial my hotline. As always, it takes one ring and my savior picks up.

“I hate you,” She greets me with a groan.

“Sorry to call you, mom. Could you pick me up, though?” I whisper.

“It’s nearly 1 am, Y/N!” She points out with her voice thick of sleep.

“I know, I said I’m sorry!” I continue to whisper.

“Why are you whispering, anyway? Were you kidnapped or something?” She asks.

“No. But I’m hiding in the bathroom. They won’t let me leave if I say so,” I reply.

“That sounds exactly like kidnapping,” She emphasizes.

“It’s a long story, okay! I’ll tell you if you come to pick me up, so will you? Please,” I try to chuckle but I’m pretty sure it sounded like a shocked cat.

“You know I will. Text me your location,” She replies.

“Aw, that’s why you’re my favorite little sister,” I beam.

“I’m your only sister, Y/N,” She deadpans.

“Well, so that’s pretty accurate, huh?” I laugh.

“Ugh, I’m on my way. Goodbye,” She hangs up.

I look at my phone and purse my lips. “Wow. Rude,” I say, flushing the toilet and then stepping out of the stall.

Just as I’m carefully washing my hands – read: stalling to gain time for my sister to come to get me –, Alissa and Jessica come into the bathroom with huge grins.

“GURL!” Alissa says excitedly when our eyes meet through the mirror and she trots towards me. “Sebastian is SO into you!” She giggles like a teenager.

I scoff. “No, he’s not,” I shake my hands, grabbing a couple of paper towels.

“He so is, right Jess?! Tell her!” The very intoxicated woman props her friend to confirm by nudging her.

Jessica chuckles. “Yup, he is,” She agrees but I shake my head skeptically. “I swear to God, he is. And I think you two would be a cute couple,” She teases.

“Oh, I second that,” Alissa nods. “It’s perfect because he’s single and you’re...” She stops midsentence and frowns. “Are you single?”

“Yes, I am, but that’s not the discussion!” I shake my head quickly and I immediately get dizzy for it.

“See? Perfect!” Jessica points out.

“I guess that vodka is coming back to haunt me,” I say as I clutch my stomach, leaning against the sink.

“Are you okay?” The blond sobers up in concern.

“Yeah, just got a bit dizzy from shaking my head too hard,” I reply, taking controlled breaths to not throw up.

She giggles. “You’re not that badass after all, huh?” She pats my back and we walk out the restroom.

As we reach their table, everybody is packing up. “Where are we going?” Jessica asks, taking her purse.

“Some of us, home,” Will reply, looking down at his overly affective wife snuggling to his side.

“But there’s the last call at my place,” Chace says.

“Sweet,” Jessica nods.

I already had collected my stuff and was on my way to the bar to close and pay for my tab. “Hey,” I smile to the bartender who was attending me when I got here. “How much do I owe you?” I ask, opening my wallet.

“Uh, nothing,” He replies and I give him a puzzled look. “Guy in the leather jacket just paid for your tab,” He replies and I follow his nod to see Sebastian engaged in a conversation but staring at us – or is it only at me?

I sigh, looking back at the bartender. “So, how much did he pay?”

The bartender gets the receipt and I check it out. Then I smile, thanking him for taking good care of me when I was alone by the bar and wishing him a good night.

I pull out how much I've cost him and put the bills in my back pocket before walking back to the group. “Hey, Y/N! Are you coming with us?” Jessica asks with a huge grin on her face.

I stop, trying to remember what she’s referring to. “Last call at Chance’s,” Sebastian recalls.

“Oh,” I nod. “Yeah... No, thanks for the invitation, though,” I smile. “Mom is getting here anytime now,” I add and their expressions are priceless. “Oh, it’s not really my mother. It’s my little sister but she acts like our mom with me so...” I laugh and they join me, in relief. “Why am I explaining myself, anyway?” I shake my head slowly this time.

“Yeah, well...” Jessica comes in for a hug and I just accept it. “There’s always a next time,” She says and I simply nod. “Loved meeting you, girl. You’re rad!” The woman squeezes me.

I awkwardly step back. “Please, don’t let this one drink more,” I ask Chance and Sebastian, looking at them.

They laugh and I exchange more awkward hugs with the rest of the group, bidding goodbye. Each one of them tells me how awesome or nice I am and I think I’m blushing, but I don’t even know any more at this point. Alissa surprises me by tearing up a little when we hug – well, she technically nearly tackled me down, but okay – and Will has to physically unstrap her from me.

“That was intense,” I smooth my hair back and sigh.

“Tell me about it,” Sebastian says from my side and I almost have a heart attack for not realizing he was there the whole time.

“Jesus,” I say with a hand over my chest.

“No, Sebastian,” He corrects jokingly and I roll my eyes before a chuckle escapes my lips.

“Very funny,” I shake my head.

“Well, I’ve made you laugh,” The actor shrugs off. “It worked,” He winks at me.

Suddenly, I remember the conversation I had in the restroom with Jessica and Alissa. Then, I also remember he paid for my drinks.

“Yeah... Listen,” I start, turning my body fully towards him. “I really appreciate you guys inviting me to join you, even if you didn’t have to...”

“No problem,” He nods.

“And I had a great time, thanks for that,” I continue.

“You’re welcome,” Sebastian smiles at me.

Why is he staring at me so inventively?

I almost have a hard time focusing on the next steps. “But I really don’t need you to pay for my tab,” I say and a frown takes over his confident expression. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the initiative but I’m not that kind of girl,” I finish, taking the money out of my pocket and offering to him.

“Uhm...” He pauses, trying to process it while looking down at my hand. “I’m sorry, did I misunderstand the whole thing?” He asks. “Because I’m pretty sure you were into it, too.”

I frown. Oh, my God! What’s he talking about? I’m that drunk?

“No! Not at all!” I quickly reply, not really sure what I’m saying. “I just don’t like people paying for my stuff,” I say.

Then I realize how rude I sounded.

I groan and, this time, it’s not internally. “I’m so sorry! I don’t mean to sound rude or pretentious,” I explain, trying to mend the situation. “It's a thing I set for myself...”

Why’s my vocabulary gone?

“A thing?” Sebastian frown intensifies.

Fuck!

“Yeah... Like a...” I press my fingers into my eyes, trying to search my scrambled mind. “Uh... What’s the name of it? Like a series of rules that we set for ourselves and we live by it…” I keep trying.

“Like a moral code?” He asks.

“Exactly!” I snap, pointing at him. “But that’s not what I was going for… What do we call the rules itself? It’s uh… Fuck, it’s at the tip of my tongue,” I cuss, frustrated at myself.

“Principles?” The actor suggests again.

“Yes! That’s it!” I snap again. “Not letting people pay for my stuff it’s a principle of mine. I pay for my stuff, you know?” I tilt my head slightly while explaining to him.

Sebastian nods and opens a side smile. “You’re so adorable,” He confesses.

Firstly, I’m shocked.

Did he fake the whole offended thing?

Then, I’m relieved. “You’re an asshole,” I whine, shoving him slightly and smiling shyly.

“But at least I can make you smile,” He continues teasing me. “And blush like a tomato, apparently.” Sebastian runs a finger over my left cheek.

“Stop it,” I slap his hand away playfully. “But, seriously, take the money,” I offer it to him again.

“You don’t have to, you know?” He insists.

“I want to,” I shove the bills into his chest.

“I won’t take your money,” The man shakes his head at me and I groan, fury in my eyes.

“Fine!” I say and look down at his clothes, folding the money. “You don’t have to,” I stuff the bills into his pocket and the look on his face is of pure shock. “Ha, sucker!” I laugh, pointing at him.

“So very adorable,” He shakes his head slightly, looking at me.

Suddenly, a car honk makes me look away. The sight of my sister in her bathrobe waiving a bottle of Gatorade through the open window makes laugh.

“You’ve got me electrolytes!” I grin. “You’re such a mom,” I tease.

“I’ll kill you,” She replies.

I giggle. “Right,” I nod and look back at Sebastian. “See ya!” I kiss him in the cheek and move away quickly.

Before stumbling down the steps of the bar, I remove my high-heeled boots and proceed to run towards my sister’s car most silly and pathetic way possible. I take the bottle from her hands and kiss her cheek before walking to the passenger’s side. I throw my boots in the backseat before opening the front door.

A happy squeal comes out of my mouth as I look at the seat. “You got me KFC!” I say as I take the fried chicken bucket in my hands. “I fucking love you!”

“Yeah, okay. Get in, psycho. I have to work tomorrow,” She replies.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I point out with a chicken wing between my teeth as I strap the seatbelt on.

“Does that really matter?” She asks, opening the Gatorade for me.

“Huh,” I huff, chewing the chicken and then taking a big gulp of the electrolyte drink to help down the food down. “Thanks!”

Quickly, she switches gears and we drive off: me, happily eating KFC on the passenger’s seat and drunk off my mind while she’s grumpy and sleepy.

In the meantime, Sebastian was watching everything with an amused smile on his face and hands inside the pants pockets.

“When’s the date?” Chance asks, coming behind him.

“What?” Sebastian asks, frowning.

Jessica frowns too, standing beside Chance and a few other people. “Didn’t you get her number?” She asks.

The actor's face drops and he looks back to where the car went. “Fuck,” He mutters and the others laugh.

“Oh, honey,” Ethan teases, patting his shoulder as he passes by.

“All that for a kiss in the cheek?” Alissa asks with her hands in her waist. “What the fuck, Sebastian?!”

The man frowns, looking at Will who just dismissively shakes his head.

Then he sighs, rubbing his face. “I’m a dumbass.”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #the winter soldier #winter soldier #chance crawford #jessica szohr #will malnati #alissa malnati #ethan russell #joe mazzello

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remywrites5 · 4 years

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Jegulus prompt. Airline pilot James and his fav flight attendant Regulus.

James sat back in his seat and switched off the plane with a wide grin on his face. He loved flying planes and he felt it had been a job well done for the flight from Boston to London. He looked over at Sirius, his co-pilot, and they quickly went through the post-landing checklist.

The door to the flight deck opened and Reggie stepped in. “Plane is empty, Marlene is just hoovering real quick, and I’m heading out.”

James quickly got to his feet, grabbing his bag on the way, and hurried after Reg. “Hey, wait!” he said, catching up with Reg at the door. “Why are you rushing off?”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my personal life, Potter?”

“Oh come on,” James said, leaning in towards Reg. “What are you afraid of? That you’ll fall in love with me if you let me too close?”

Regulus shook his head and placed his hand in the middle of James’ chest, giving him a slight shove away. “If I was going to fall in love with someone it wouldn’t be you, Potter.”

Regulus walked off the plane, flipping James off as he rolled his suitcase behind him in his other hand. James grinned after him, leaning casually on the side of the door. “Challenge accepted!” he called after Reg.

***

James had inherited the jet from his parents after their passing and had decided to use it as a private charter airline with his best friend, Sirius. Together they had studied and passed their pilots’ exam so that they would be able to fly the jet. Then it had just been a matter of getting cabin crew. Sirius, who had been trying to get Reg away from their shitty parents, had talked bother Reg into working for Marauders’ Air. Marlene they had known from school and had been all too happy to come aboard their little endeavor.

James enjoyed the freedom of being his own boss. While there were still clients that he had to make happy and deal with, there was the enormous freedom of owning his own company. If he’d had his own way he would never take jobs he didn’t want, but the fact was that he had three employees that needed to get paid, and without clients there was no business. James had already sunk quite a bit of money into the company as it was and he didn’t want the whole thing to go belly up. Besides, he was hoping not to spend his entire inheritance before he was thirty.

The attraction to Regulus had come a bit later. Reg had been with the company for three months and in that time James had always been very respectful. Sirius was like a brother to him and he wanted Reg to feel included. Then there had been a long cargo flight to Istanbul where Sirius had convinced Remus to come along for company. The two of them had spent the entire flight back in the cabin drinking champagne and basically having a grand old time. If they ended up shagging in the plane James absolutely didn’t want to know about it. So Reggie had sat up with James in the flight deck and the two of them had spent the long journey talking and playing games.

Since then James had been trying and failing to get Reggie to agree to a date.

***

“All set for Toronto?” James asked cheerfully as he boarded the plane and found Reg standing in the galley.

Reg groaned in response as he took a sip of his coffee. James understood that a 5 a.m. pickup time wasn’t for everybody and they had only gotten back from Reykjavik twelve hours earlier. “How are you always so cheerful?”

James chuckled and shook his head. “It’s difficult to be in a bad mood when you’re doing what you love with people you care about.”

Regulus sighed and took another long pull from his coffee. “I just don’t understand you, Potter.”

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me James?” James asked, huffing in annoyance.

“Sorry boss man,” Regulus said with a smirk. “If you want I can call you Captain but that’s where I draw the line.”

James grinned and took off his captain’s hat, placing it on Reg’s head. “Don’t flirt with me unless you intend to follow through on that.”

Reg poked the brim of the hat, making it tilt at a jaunty angle. “Still trying to get me to fall in love with you, Captain?”

James felt a little shiver run through him at the way Reg said that. “Only always,” he shot back, placing his hands on the counter on either side of Reg, blocking him in, and leaning in slightly.

Regulus bit his bottom lip and looked up at James through lowered lashes. “I might be persuaded to – “

The door to the galley opened and James and Regulus sprung apart. Sirius was standing there, looking between the two of them with a knowing and amused look on his face. “Is that coffee?”

Regulus cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he said, glancing over at James and then quickly looking away. He slipped past Sirius and hurried towards the cabin. James had just opened his mouth to say something when the door opened again. Reg chucked James’ hat back at him – which James somehow managed to catch - and then disappeared again.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at James. “Should I be worried that you’re trying to shag my little brother?”

James huffed and doffed his cap. “Well you had to go and fall in love with someone else and I swore to myself that I would marry a Black one day. So really it’s all your fault.” James reached out and touched Sirius’ cheek, sighing longingly. “Oh what could have been.”

Sirius snorted and poured himself a cup of coffee. “You’re not my type.”

James frowned at him in confusion. “I’m everybody’s type.”

Sirius shook his head. “I prefer sensible types, you know the kind to come and bail me out of jail, not be in there along with me.”

“Sounds boring.”

Sirius chuckled. “It’s actually not. You know it’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.”

“You know Reg is kind of quiet.”

Sirius made a gagging noise. “Never say anything like that to me again. If you want to chat up my brother that’s your business but I want exactly zero details about it.”

“Nice to know I have your blessing.” James threw his arm around Sirius’ shoulders and gave his best friend a squeeze. “Come on, let’s go fly the bloody plane.”

***

They had quite a long layover in Paris, having had to get accommodations for the night, and James Potter was determined to make his move. He went to the room Sirius and Regulus were sharing and knocked on the door. Sirius answered the door and grinned with understanding. “Reg, someone’s here to see you!”

“Who is it?” Reg asked, walking over to the door. He stopped when he saw James standing in the hallway. “Oh.”

“I’ll give you two a moment,” Sirius said, slipping past James and going to Marlene’s room.

“What do you want, oh captain, my captain?” Reg asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe.

“I was hoping you’d have dinner with me,” James said, smiling hopefully.

The grin from Reg’s face slipped away and he looked around nervously. “Look, James…”

“It’s fine,” James said, waving it off quickly. He knew something bad was happening just from the mere fact that Reg had used his name. “You don’t have to say anything. I understand.”

“You’re my boss,” Reg said, sighing heavily. “And I love working for Marauders’ air. We spend a lot of time together. What happens if this all goes to shit? You stay hidden away on the flight deck and I stay in the cabin? That would make me miserable. That or you would fire me to get away from me, which would also make me miserable. So I think it’s better if we just… don’t…you know?”

“Reg, I can’t tell the future, I can’t say for sure this is going to work out,” James said, reaching out and giving Reg’s arm a little squeeze. “But my feelings for you aren’t going away and I can’t just ignore them. And you’re a part of Marauders’ air just as much as anyone. I would never jeopardize that unless I thought this could be something good.”

Regulus exhaled loudly and scrubbed his hand down his face. “I must be crazy. I must be absolutely crazy.”

“Reg?”

“Alright then, Captain,” Regulus said, standing up straight. “Kiss me.”

James was sure he had the dopiest grin on his face as he pulled Reg to him and captured his lips with need and hunger and want. It felt so good to feel Reg’s lips moving against his own, kissing him back with just as much passion. James backed Regulus into the hotel room so they could get out of the hallway and he kicked the door closed.

They never did make it to dinner but they did have some room service delivered about an hour later.

***

James sighed happily as he flew towards the sunset, the clouds looking almost unreal and taking on a purple hue against the reds and pinks in the sky. He really did love his job.

The door to the flight deck opened and Reg slipped inside with a mischievous grin. James switched the plane to autopilot just as his boyfriend dropped into his lap. James grinned as Reg stole his Captain’s hat and placed it on his own head. “That’s a beautiful sunset.”

“Mm,” James hummed in agreement. “Romantic, huh?”

“I’d say so.”

“You know, I’m going to kiss you in every country on God’s green Earth,” James told him, demonstrating by kissing Reg sweetly. “Starting the moment we land in Brazil.”

Regulus laughed and put his arms around James’ shoulders, his hand coming up and resting on James’ cheek. Reg guided their lips back together into another soft kiss. “Challenge accepted.”

#Jegulus #I write things #airline AU #fluff #modern au #background wolfstar #james potter x regulus black #long post #anon prompt #I've listening to cabin pressure again recently

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 4 years

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Mötley Crüe when they discover that their girlfriend is bisexual:

A/N: Since my bisexual ass dies for some bi- accepting content, here there is ! ( I hope it won’t suck,lol)

TW: Mentions of sex, mentions of death

Vince Neil

You and Vince were with the Twins at a club. You’ve been together for several months but you had never had the chance to go in tour with him, until now.

Naturally both of you were pretty drunk, (well we are talking about Motley Crue after all) but the Nikki and Tommy were totally out of it so you and Vince needed to keep an eye on them. Vince took Nikki with him at the bar , while you sat with Tommy, keeping him from killing himself by doing some crazy drunk stunt.

While you were doing that, you saw a redhead girl sat on your boyfriend’s lap; she tried to flirt with him. However he was pretty disinterested and kept ignoring her. After some minutes he left to go to the bathroom, while Nikki returned to Tommy.

You decided to confront her, unsure whatever you would just talk to her or smack the shit out of her. But when you arrived in front of her, you stopped in your tracks: she was hot, really hot! Also the fact that she was totally checking you out, didn’t help you.

“Did you have fun with my boyfriend?” you decided to say after a while, trying to sound angry but failing.

“ He’s a great flirter!” she replied.

“ I flirt better” you blurted out.

“ I bet you do, hot stuff. Show me something !”

Your drunken state made you totally forget and you were not out with your boyfriend, so you playfully started to flirt with her. Of course it was nothing serious: you and Vince were used to have this little flirt games with other people. It was just a game, a pretty dangerous one for the closeted you. She was really charming, and well that totally made your bisexual heart skip a beat.

Suddenly you felt two strong arms around you.

“Well, look at my girlfriend!” Vince said with a laugh.

You started panicking as tears were forming into your eyes. Was he disgusted with you? Angry? Was he going to leave you? Probably he had to understand that you were scared, ‘cause he reassured you.

“ I’m not mad, babe. I love you” he said calmly, grabbing your hand. You kissed him passionately then you continued to make out, ignoring the poor redhead girl who was sipping her drink to distract herself.

“ Nice taste you have in girls, baby.” He whispered into your ear as a grin came across his face.

Nikki Sixx

You were sitting on the couch, watching TV when Nikki entered in the room, a confused look on his face.

“Who is she?” he asked as he handed you a photo. You turned off the television and looked at the photo. As soon as you saw it, you started to shake as your breathing was getting heavier, you were totally panicking. It was a photo of you kissing one of your exes: your ex girlfriend to be precise. Why did you keep a photo of your ex? She unfortunately died in a car crash after a year that you two broke up.

You’ve never told Nikki about your bisexuality, because you were afraid to lose him or to make him angry.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said and you hated to hear that he was a bit hurt. You didn’t want things to go like that. You couldn’t bear to lose him.

You started crying. You were so frightened because you two promised to be 100% honest with each others, after Nikki almost died for the second time. “ No more secrets, babe. I promise!” He said to you.

“He told me his past and that’s how I’m going to repay him !” you thought.

“I’m s-sorry. I-I was scared”.

“Scared of what?” Your boyfriend asked, grabbing your hand, trying to calm you down a bit. He didn’t expected you to break down.

“That you could g-get angry at me and leave me”. You tried your best to stop crying.

“ I could never do that do that ! I love you, every part of you and you shouldn’t be ashamed of being you !” He said, while putting you in a hug. You continued to cry, but this time they were happy tears.

He kissed you sweetly, then he also sat on the couch, keeping to cuddle you.

Tommy Lee

It was a normal day in the Motley Crue house and it was late night, so you decided to play truth and dare.

Truth and dare with Motley Crue meant two things : Reckless dares and embarrassing truths. So after taken off your bra, telling about your first time and how Tommy fucked you and also after doing a lap dance on Nikki, you decided to settle down on truth for the rest of the night. You were also pretty high, so you didn’t want to risk to die.

When it was Tommy’s turn to ask you, he did one of his best smirks then he proceeded to say : “ Tell me your most embarrassing fuck!”

You started to laugh nervously , because you totally had the perfect story but it happened with a girl. So since you didn’t want to out yourself, you decided to keep everything gender neutral. Hopefully they wouldn’t catch it.

“Well, I was giving oral to this person but we were at their house, on the washing machine and I accidentally started it, so Samantha became so over stimulated that she came all over me; that was right before her parents came home. God, they found us in the bathroom, me all full of shit and her clothes all wet. We pretended to say that the washing machine was broke and wet us all.”

Everybody looked at you with confused or shocked faces. You kicked yourself mentally, as soon as you realized what you had said. Fuck, you’re in deep shit !

“So a girl, uh?” Tommy said nonchalantly.

“Yes… I’m bi, so yeah!” You said awkwardly trying to see if he was angry or disappointed.

“Oh baby that’s great ! That means so many threesomes!” You punched him in the shoulder.

“Fuck head, I’m not a threesome machine!”

“ I was kidding babe, I love you for who you are. “ He said hugging you.

Mick Mars

Neither Mick or you were really not a party-type. But since Motley Crue were presenting an award and he didn’t see you for months, he decided to bring you with him at the party.

It was full of people and you felt quite out of place, but your boyfriend stayed next to you the all time.

Suddenly you heard somebody tapping lightly on your shoulder and you turned around, a bit confused.

“Hey pretty face, long time we not see !” a familiar voice greeted you. You recognized her immediately : Amanda, your ex girlfriend !

“What are you doing here?” you asked surprised.

“Well, work for a big record label has its perks !” she replied with a charming smile.

“Well good for you!” Your voice was bitter; she was not your favorite at all, let’s says that the fact she cheated on you didn’t help.

“Oh c’mon are you still angry for what happened two years ago?”

“I think you gave yourself too worth, Mandy! I need to go now, my boyfriend needs me.” You announced, walking away, but then somebody blocked your way : it was Mick !

“I didn’t know you had a friend here.” He said with his neutral voice.

“ Oh yeah, I’m Amanda. Her ex’s girlfriend!” You started to panic as soon as she said those words. Mick totally didn’t know about your bisexuality and you definitively didn’t want him to know it like that.

He looked at you and sensed your fear : not that it was hard, you were almost in tears !

“You could have found someone better, darling!” he affirmed in his usual tone. You almost burst into laughter as you looked at Amanda’s face.

“I know my love, it has been a rookie mistake. Clearly I regret it !”

Amanda stormed off, trying to keep her cool, but her infuriated eyes betrayed her real feelings.

“S-so you are not angry with me?” you whispered at him.

“No. I’m just quite surprised, I didn’t see that coming. But it’s not a problem for me. I love you, darling.” he said kissing you lightly.

#Motley Crue #Vince Neil #nikki sixx #Tommy Lee #mick mars #bisexual reader #fanfic #vince neil x reader #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader #80srock #motley crue fanfic

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psycheswritings · 4 years

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Nothing’s Fair in Love and War - Five

Title: Nothing’s Fair in Love and War Fandom: Peaky Blinders Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Daphne Scott (OFC) Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smoking. Word Count: 4071

Author's Note: Hello, again and welcome to the new update. Things start to develop right now and I want to know what you all are thinking of it. Thanks to everybody that commented and liked the fic. Please, let me know what you think. It makes me really happy and helps improve the story. What do you think of the characters, are they too OOC? Something is bothering you? There’s too much scenes of the show in there? What are your thoughts? Share with me. As always, this haven’t been proofread, so feel free to report any mistakes back to me; warnings are expecific for each chapter. Also, your feedback is also highly appreciated. Tags are at the bottom, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Summary: Alfie and Daphne have a little conversation that opens their eyes for things that they might have been ignoring. The Shelby Brothers Limited start to put into action their expansion and Daphne has a very interesting encounter.

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Five

They were both sitting at the table, breakfast served, newspaper on their hands and silence filling the place. Cyril was sprawled out on Daphne’s feet enjoying the little ray of sunshine entering through the window. Things have been surprisingly good in the Solomons’s household.

“The Blinders took the Eden Club.” She said nonchalantly, taking a sip of her coffee, neither of them taking their eyes out of the paper.

“I heard.”

“Are we ignoring it them?”

“For now.” She sighed, resigned, knowing that he wasn’t going to talk anyway.

“Will you need me next Wednesday?” Alfie lowered his newspaper at that, observing the woman who still had the object hiding her face.

“Not that I remember. Do you have something planned?” She folded the paper, putting it aside on the table and looking up at him.

“Polly Gray invited me for tea.” He blinked once, twice, before folding his own journal and throwing it beside hers.

“Isn’t this Thomas’s aunt?” There was a hint of surprise on his voice. He remembered the woman from Daphne’s party, she seemed skeptical of the young woman the whole night, watching her from aside, trying to make Daphne slip on her words. It did not made any sense that the gypsy woman would invite her for tea without ulterior motives. Unless… Unless that she had seen what Alfie had been trying to ignore since the first time that Thomas Shelby had put his feet at the bakery – or more precisely, since the first time he had laid his eyes on Daphne.

“Yes, it is.”

“Are you considering her offer?”

“Maybe.” He scratched his beard, not taking his eyes of hers. Daphne could almost hear the gears working inside his head.

“Well, it could be good to build up trust, you know. She seemed a little guarded around you.”

“She was analyzing me. Both of us, for that matter.” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, but she seems to have picked more interest in you than in old, creepy me.” Daphne rolled her eyes at that – he wasn’t that much older than she was.

“We are women, Alfie, sometimes we see things that you men don’t.”

“Like the fact that Will still loves you?” His statement surprised her. Alfie was like a brother to her, they talked about almost everything and he was one of the first that had the courage to point out that William had fallen for her in France. “You can’t tell me that I was the only one who noticed the staring contest between him and our darling Thomas.” She stayed silent, looking at his blue eyes to try to discover where he wanted to go with this conversation. “I’m not stupid, Daph, I’ve been fighting your suitors since we came back from France, I know when a man looks at you as something more than the powerful businesswoman that works with the mad Jew. And that is the way Thomas Shelby looks at you.” He propped his elbows onto the table, hands placed together underneath his chin. “And don’t go telling me that he is curious about us because we’re past this point now.” She smiled, a genuine one, and Alfie had to fight the urge to not do the same.

“He is curious.”

“Well, you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat.” She saw the smirk on his face and the joke in his tone.

“Are you planning to?”

“It depends on where his curiosity is leading him.” Daphne really wanted to believe in him but there was something in the way he talked that told her that he was willing to do what it takes to keep Thomas Shelby from getting too close to her. “You go on and met Polly, aye. See if you can discover something useful to us. Either way, it may be good being on her good sides.” It would come in handy having her out of the bakery if he was going to do what he was planning. Alfie knew her for a fair amount of time to recognize the signs – she was falling for the Brummie gangster.

Since they met, Alfie never saw Daphne show any interest in a romantic relationship. She flirted just alright, could lead men on to think that they had a chance of winning her when the truth was far from that. He even suspected that she and William had some kind of fling at some point. But he also knew that the doctor wanted more – he had talked to Alfie about it in a drunken haze one night. He said that he would rather be in her life as only a friend than not being in her life at all. There is no need to say that they never talked about that ever again.

Yet, he had discussed the topic with Daphne a few times – he was protective of her but it didn’t meant that he didn’t wanted her to be happy, which he truly did. He was a bad man, by society standards, that is, he always had been. Taking what he wanted, manipulating people, lying, deceiving, beating, killing… his whole life. She was completely the opposite – gentle, caring and loving, with a fierce personality and courage that would put any man he knew to shame. Daphne deserved the world – but she did not believed in that. Not after the war. Not after losing everything, after being unmade and having to pick up the pieces. So she ignored everything, everything that could make her feel alive – including the hint of attraction that she felt for William and with that any chance that he had of convincing her that they could be good together.

Considering all of that knowledge, Alfie found a little amusing, at first, the sudden interest that Thomas Shelby had shown towards her the first time they met. It was subtle, the Brummie was not a man that used to show his emotions freely, but the Jew caught his gaze and recognized the curiosity there. And she was right, indeed, because in the beginning all that Tommy wanted was to discover what her connection with Alfie was. But that changed quickly when he learned that she had no romantic involvement with the Jew and he was more than surprised when he saw the hint of interest in Daphne’s eyes the day Tommy brought his man to the bakery.

Alfie didn’t liked the path things were starting to run up to, so he decided to play his cards and deal with things his own way. Thomas Shelby was no good men and that wasn't the first time he crossed somebody to his own benefit so he shouldn't feel guilty for behaving like the gangster he was. Then why he felt like he was doing something wrong?

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Thomas was leaning onto the dresser, reading the newspaper and smoking while he waited for his brothers and aunt.

“Are you alright?” Polly asked when she entered through the front door, taking off her gloves and going to sit by the fire to try and warm up. Tommy clears his throat, throwing the paper in one of the chairs and taking the bottle on the table.

“What is it? Just us?” Arthur asks, curious, standing beside his younger brother.

“Just us.” Thomas uncorks the bottle and starts pouring the liquid into the three glasses displayed on the table.

“Are we celebrating?”

“Just taste this.” Tommy hands the glasses to each of them. Arthur and John sit on the lovesit, the eldest Shelby takes the drink in one gulp.

“What do you think, Arthur?”

“Yeah, it's good. Good stuff, really nice. Too good for the Garrison. I suppose we could shift it to the toffs at the Eden Club. Why? What is it?” He asks, curious like the other two. Tommy starts explaining while Arthur takes the bottle and pours himself another glass.

“That is part of an export drive. We now have a secure warehouse in Camden Town and secure passage to the Poplar Docks. So, on Monday morning, we'll be sending out our first export crate. A crate of Riley car spares bound for Halifax, Nova Scotia.”

“Where there's prohibition.” Polly finishes for him. He gives her a half smirk, pointing at her with the hand that holds the cigarette.

“Where there is prohibition. All over Canada and America, people are making their own booze in bathtubs. But rich people in New York, in Toronto and Boston are still paying a lot of money for the real stuff. So, on Monday, the first Shelby company crate will contain a thousand Riley carburetors. But hidden in the packing will be five hundred bottles of the finest quality single malt Scotch whisky.” Polly is examining the bottle that Arthur had put back on the table. “And we, Shelby's, have a license granted by the Minister Of The Empire himself, which means our crates won't be searched.” Thomas sees the hesitation in his aunts demeanor. “And, Polly, all of the whisky will be packed at the docks, so Michael can do the books without being involved. Like I've been telling you all for a year now motor cars are the future.”

“So, how is your life then, Tom?”

“On the up, Johnny, on the up.” Tommy is supervising the shipment of the crate while smoking a cigarette.

“But, Tom, really, come on, how is it?” The gypsy steps closer to Tommy, hands on his waist. “You know I hate to see you not even married yet. I have a fine looking cousin, she'll make your life hell. You deserve her!” He laughs and the gangster smiles a little. “We haven't had a good old wedding in a long time.” The gangster can do little to stop the image that his brain conjures in his head - Daphne, standing at the altar in a white dress veil upon her face. Damn, woman for making him want things he can’t have. He is quick to go back into business.

“Have you had a look inside these boxes, then, Johnny?” The man is carrying boxes to the boat and tries to run away from the gangster’s question.

“What do I want to look at car parts, Tommy, when I haven't even got a car?”

“Faith in family is a fine thing, eh? And I wouldn't even be counting. If twenty five becomes twenty four, then twenty four it is.” Tommy walks closer to him, stopping by his side.

“Oh, you know I'm no good with numbers, Tom.” The gangster puts his arm around Johnny’s shoulders.

“And if 24 ever became 23 then that'd be tax. We don't pay tax.” The man looks at him clearly frightened.

“No, Tom.”

“Good man.” Tommy pats his back and makes his way to the stairs of the warehouse,, where he mets Billy Kimber.

“I put an iron door on, and we've put iron bars on the windows and across the skylights.”

“Good.” The gangster passes by Billy and the man follows him up.

“So what will you be keeping in here, Tommy?”

“Temptation, Billy. Temptation.”

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“Morning, Arthur. I was just passing.” The eldest Shelby is fucking a woman on one of the couches of the club, pointing a gun at the alleged threat entering the room. Tommy just walks by, going directly to the back room take a look at the books.

“I think I'm in fucking love.” Arthur takes a few minutes to go met his brother, appearance disheveled and still breathing a little heavy. “Drink!” He becomes one of the waiters and sits down in front of Tommy, buttoning his shirt. “She don't know where to look.” The waiter comes with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “Whisky, Tommy?”

“No, I've got a long drive ahead.” The younger Shelby is deeply concentrated in the number in front of him,

“You off home?” Arthur asks, serving himself a glass of the alcohol.

“Mm-hmmm. Eventually.”

“To Birmingham.” The eldest Shelby raises his glass before taking the shot.

“What's this?” Tommy asks turning a page and tapping his fingers on it. “Olives.”

“Yes, it's miscellaneous. It's, erm, olives. Sticks, you know, with little bits of fucking onion and things. That's what that is.” Arthur gestures while speaking and Tommy just stares at him.

“We've taken six hundred pounds on olives.” The older man seems a little unset

“Yeah, with little bits of onion.” Tommy takes a drag of his cigarette before speaking, very calmly.

“I told you, Arthur, the dealers sell the cocaine, we take a cut. We don't sell direct. The Home Secretary's cracking down and I don't want this to fuck up everything else, you understand?

“I understand.”

“How much of that six hundred came out of your pocket?”

“It's under control.” Arthur says after a while, pouring himself another drink.

“I put you down here because people are scared of you, Arthur. But if you don't straighten up, it'll be John's turn in London.”

“No need. I can handle it.”

“It's under control?”

“It's under control.” Tommy closes the book in front of him, leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs while Arthur downs the whisky.

“Fucking tidy profit, though, eh?” They both smile, while Arthur looks around.

“It's happening, Tom.”

“Good. Good.” Thomas gets up, taps the book on the table and leaves but not before shouting to his brother. “Straighten up, soldier.” Arthur kneads his fingers through his hair, finishing to button up his shirt and taking the money from the table.

“Yes, sir, Sergeant Major.”

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After knocking on his sister’s door and waiting for her to open the door for him, Tommy it’s taken a little by surprise when he is received by a young man.

“I'm looking for Ada.”

“Who are you?” Thomas just pushes him away and marches into the house, the man follows him.

“Ada.” He greets her sister.

“I asked you a question.” Tommy turns to face the man that had just passed through the living room door.

“It's all right, James. This is my brother.” The woman doesn’t bother herself by the presence of her older brother.

“Who's he?” Tommy asks and Ada answers nonchalantly.

“He rents a room.”

“You need to rent out rooms?”

“Actually, she doesn't charge rent.” James answers instead.

“He's a writer, which means he's skint.”

“You get up late these days, Ada.”

“Mm. I go to bed late.”

“Yeah? Where's Karl?”

“What do you want, Tommy?” Ada lowers the paper in her hands and notices that Tommy analysing James and is quick to say. “Oh, God, before you start sizing him up for a wedding suit, he's not interested in me. Or in girls of any kind.”

“Ada!” The writer reprehends her.

“What? Tommy won't judge you.” She goes on reading the paper again. “He sure as hell won't go to the police.”

“Look, I'll go and get dressed.” James makes a move to leave but Tommy stops him.

“James I'm Thomas.” The gangster extends a hand to him. “Pleased to meet you.” The young man seems a little unsure, but reaches for Thomas’s hands, shaking it. “Can I have a minute with my sister, please?”

“Yes, of course.” He leaves the room and Thomas takes a seat on the couch, looking around and then at his sister.

“So, does your lodger know your name?”

“Yeah. Thorne. You think I'd tell anybody anything else? Your Brummie boys are all over the papers. Just one last push, eh? Then you'll go legit? Just one more obstacle to get round then it'll all be straight?”

“Actually, yes.” Tommy seems unamused by her commentaries. Ada scoffs before talking again.

“Personally, I find it quite amusing. Men like you are becoming very fashionable down here. No society party in London is complete without a gangster for the girls to go giddy for. Anyway, what is it that you want?”

“I don't have any children, Ada.” That takes her attention. “So I have set up a trust fund. The beneficiaries will be John's kids and Karl. In order for Karl to benefit, I need your signature.” He takes a paper from the inner pocket of his coat, unfolding it and putting it onto the table for her to take. “I've set up an account. Money will be transferred in the event of my death. It'll set them up for a new life.” Ada folds the newspaper, putting it aside to take the thing he has left on the table.

“Are you sick?”

“I'm just doing what any ordinary man would, putting my affairs in order.” She paused for a minute or two, reading the terms of the trust fund.

“And putting your affairs in order includes admitting that you feel something for Daphne?” Since he had came to her asking about the woman, Ada had been dying to ask him about it. After her conversation with Daphne and seeing the way they both looked at each other at her birthday party, the Shelby sister was more than convinced that there was something in the water. Tommy rolls his eyes, scoffing at his sister but she doesn’t give him a chance to talk. “Wherever it is that you are doing that made you think about putting up a trust fund for your nephews certainly is trouble enough to make you stop moping around because of that damn barmaid and move on to someone that’s worth.”

“And Daphne is.” Ada sighs, irritated by his cold façade.

“You know what, Tommy. Go on and keep on pretending that you don’t care about anybody anymore. Keep on lying to yourself about what you really feel. Maybe that way she can have a chance with somebody that bloody deserves her!”

“I don’t know if that man really exists.”

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Daphne was sitting at the cafe, book in hand and a cup of tea in front of her, appreciating the piece and quiet when she noticed the man coming towards her. She knew that it was just a matter of time, she had already noticed that Finn had been following her all day, it was obvious that it had something to do with his older brother’s doings.

“Mr. Shelby.” She lifted her gaze to met his and saw the little hint of surprise in there.

“Miss Scott, a surprise to find you here.”

“Really. You mean that the fact that Finn is out there in the cold taking guard to see what time I arrived is totally coincidence.” He gave her a sideway smirk at her cleverness. He wasn’t expecting to get caught so easily. “Call the poor boy inside.” Thomas beckoned the younger blinder inside and in a minute he was by her side, looking at his brother a little concerned that he would get reprimanded.

“Hello, Daph.”

“Hello, Finn. Why don’t you go to the counter and ask Mary for a sweet? On my behalf.” He looked at his older brother for permission before thanking her and walking towards the counter. Tommy pointed at the chair in front of her.

“May I?” She closed her book, putting it aside.

“Be my guest.” The waiter came to the table immediately and she asked for more tea and something for them to eat before Tommy had a chance to talk. When the waiter left he was looking at her, smirking. “So what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit outside of the bakery?”

“I was just passing by, thought that would be good to see you.” The warmth that spread through her was something that Daphne wasn’t expecting.They weren’t friends, they were just business partners and all that considered he was still a stranger for her - what little information she had of him, besides one or two things confided to her by Ada, was mostly business related. However, for some reason that she couldn’t quite understand, the simple fact of this man sitting in front of her and saying that he thought that would be good to see her in such a casual manner, like it was something that he had been thinking about for a while, made her heart flutter.

“Everything alright with the first crate of Shelby Brothers Limited?” He smiled as he noticed the faint blush on her cheeks and the fact that she was redirecting the topic. It seemed that Daphne Scott would never cease to find a way to amaze him in some way.

“All going according to the plan.” There was silence again as the waiter came back with the food but they never averting their gaze from each other more than what was strictly necessary. Daphne thanked the waiter and took a sip of her tea. “How’s the preparations for your friend's wedding?” If she thought that his inquiry was strange she didn’t showed it.

“Rushed but going well despite William’s complaints.” At the mention of the doctor’s name Daphne saw Thomas’s flinch but he quickly regained his composure.

“You seem pretty close.” He took a sip of his own tea trying to put the image of the doctor hugging Daphne to the back of his mind.

“Yeah, we know each other for a long time. William is a good friend.” He made a little pout murmuring a “hmm” and then there was silence. Being under his stare was never unsettling, not like it was with other people sometimes, she felt surprisingly comfortable with the silence in a similar way than what she felt around Alfie. But the Jew was right - like Ada and Harriet - there was something in the way he looked at her, something that wasn’t just curiosity. He looked at her like he knew something about her that she hadn’t figured it out yet and she had to admit that she felt compelled to discover what it was.

“Friend.” The word was said as if it contained venon. “I see.”

“He’s a good man.” She said casually and he scoffed at that.

“Yeah, I bet he is every mother’s dream for her daughter. Any particular reason to way he’s not married yet?” She arched and eyebrow at him.

“Any reason to why you are not married yet?”

“I am not a good man.” Thomas leaned back into the chair, analysing her piercing gaze.

“I doubt that this is a hindrance, lost count of how many women I saw daydreaming about marrying Alfie.” She smiled, biting a scone and taking her time chewing it. “There are people that are drawn to danger.”

“Are you?” There was the glint in his eyes again and Daphne paused for a moment before answering him.

“If I feared danger I wouldn’t live with a gangster.” It was a bold affirmation and he noticed that she did nothing to conceal it. He looked around, people seemed too absorbed into their own conversation to eavesdrop, even then, he was surprised by her bluntness. Thomas let the statement sink in with a prickle of satisfaction, a smirk creeping into his features. “You didn’t touched your food.”

“Not hungry.”

“Would you disregard me like that?” He knew what she was doing, trying to guilt trip him, so he decided to entertain her and began to eat. She seemed rather satisfied with herself as she took another bite of her scone, smiling.

“Are you going?” Tommy gave her a confused look, like he had been distracted. “To the wedding.”

“Do you want me too go?” The question caught Daphne by surprise even when she knew that the leader of the Peaky Blinders’s boldness. Yet, there was no surprise to her in figuring out that yes, she did want him there.

“Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Shelby, but you don’t seem like a man that cares about anyone else’s opinion.” He rested his elbows on the table, leaning in closer.

“And if I care about yours?” She felt lost in his gaze, lost into this strange feeling that she had around him. But the moment had come and go just as fast when Josiah approached her, informing that she was needed at the bakery. So she had to excuse herself, getting up to leave. Daphne extended her hand for him to shake, like usual, and was taken by surprise when his rough fingers turned hers around, guiding them to his lips. He kissed her knuckles, a barely there touch, but his azure eyes stared at her conceding everything that he did not say. “See you then.”

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Not My Type (Steve x Reader)

Character: Steve Harrington Fandom: Stranger Things Categories: Gender Neutral Reader, Pinning, Flirting Warnings: None Word Count: 5k words Summary: Steve may need a little help with one of his classes, and Y/N is willing to give it to him. The two might just end up being more than just ‘study buddies’, though. Notes: Sorry if the pacing is a bit off in this one, I changed a lot of things and took me some work to finish it. But I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

The bell rang, signalizing the end of the class. I gathered my things and stood up, heading for the door to go to my next class. However, I stopped myself when I realized something.

Steve was resting his forehead against the desk in what seemed an exasperated gesture. I tilted my head and cleared my throat. He looked up, bearing a look of utter helplessness and dismay that went along well with his body language. His brows furrowed as he looked at me in expectation.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked him, worried about his demeanor.

“Yeah…” He sighed, leaning back on the chair with a pout. “I’m fine”

“What’s wrong then, Steve?”

“Nothing... I just suck at this subject” My eyes immediately moved to the exam that rested over his desk, but he quickly turned it around so I couldn’t see its contents. “No big deal”

To take importance out of it, he showed me a smile that didn’t quite convince me. That sad look he bore reminded me of a puppy and made me want to cheer him up.

I absently looked up to realize everyone else had already left the classroom. Then I picked up my own paper and looked at it for a moment when he curiously watched me, even if still a little feebly.

“I got an A…” I shrugged a little, holding my paper up to prove it.

“Congratulations” He bitterly said, standing up from his seat and taking a step. However, he stopped himself and turned back to me. “Sorry, I am actually happy for you, I just…”

“What I meant is…” I chuckled at the fact that he hadn’t gotten it at first. “I could give you a hand. You know, be study buddies?”

“Study buddies?” He was a bit surprised, and I didn’t really blame him.

We had many classes together and we had spoken every now and then. We had even been in more than one group project together too. But we weren’t really close enough to hang out outside of school.

“If you want” I rolled my eyes, feeling a little silly for suggesting it. “I mean…”

“You would do that?” Steve exclaimed in excitement. “That’s so nice of you, Y/N!”

“Sure, I would hate to know you failed English” I smiled at him, earning a smile back. “Especially if I could do something about it”

“That would be great!” Fidgeting around, he absently fixed his hair. “Seriously, thank you!”

“See you at the library?” I asked him, tilting my head. “Five o’clock”

“I’ll be there!” Now more lively, he grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder.

“Great” I nodded as we both walked outside the classroom.

“Thanks, Y/N!” He touched my arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the best!”

I watched him run off, smiling to myself. I was definitely curious to see what happened on the afternoon.

When we met at the library, we went right to business. I briefly turned to add another book to the pile Steve was carrying. He didn’t say anything as he continued following me. I let my eyes wander around the shelves, searching for any useful books.

“Hey!” Steve complained behind me. He probably noticed the last book’s cover. “How is this helpful to me?”

“Um…” I played dumb as I kept on walking and dragging my finger through the spines.

“This is one’s for you, isn’t it?” There was a certain amusement in his voice. “One of those books you’re always talking about”

I grinned when he nudged the books against my back. Being coy and innocent, I shrugged a little.

“It’s just some light reading” I playfully pouted at him over my shoulder. “Since we’re here”

“I can’t believe you” He scoffed, going along with my playfulness. “You’re supposed to be helping me study”

“I am, I promise!”

“No, you’re using me as an excuse to come pick up a lame fantasy book”

“Well…”

“You’re gonna have to make up for it”

I turned around and faced him, lifting a suspicious brow at him. He dedicated me a charming and somewhat cute grin.

“Wanna go out sometime?” His unexpected offer caused me to laugh so loudly in the middle of the loud silence that people shushed me. For a moment I forgot I was in a librray.

I grabbed another book to add it to his pile and looked him right in the eye. His grin didn’t falter.

“Nice try, Harrington” I played along, pushing my hair away from my face.

“What, why?” He hurried to catch up with me as I left the room and headed for the reception. “I’m good-looking, you’re good-looking…”

I shook my head at how silly he was being. In the few times we had talked, I noticed he was always goofying around like that, so I always followed along. I did, however, feel my cheeks burning at the compliment. I was glad I was facing my back to him in case I was blushing.

“No offense, Steve” I muttered as I calmly arrived to the counter. “But you’re not my type”

I stood at the queue, waiting for people to be done checking their books in or out.

“Not your…” He stuttered, apparently too offended to even speak. “What do you mean I’m not your type?”

I shrugged, not really knowing how to explain it, I just wasn’t attracted to him. Not that he was being serious anyway.

“That hurt me, Y/N” He frowned in a phony sobbing voice. “That hurt me right here”

When he pointed to his chest, I had to chuckle at his stupidity because he almost dropped all of the books while he did. He smiled in response, a soft genuine smile. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized why he was so popular. Or had been.

We were now next in queue, and Steve slammed the books on the counter. I had to sniffle a chuckle when the noise resonated all around the room. He looked around in embarrassment, receiving some glares from studying or reading people, and just smiled politely at them.

“Smooth, Harrington” I teased him, to which he glared at me.

“Card?” The librarian tiredly asked, holding her hand up.

“Oh, uh…” Steve stuttered, staring at the woman.

“Here it is” I said, offering her mine before turning to him. “You better return them on time”

“Thanks” Once the lady was done checking the books out, he picked them up again. “I will, Scout’s honor”

I chuckled, knowing he had not been a Scout, but ignored him.

As we said goodbye to the receptionist, I was about to go get us a table. But Steve’s hand tapped my arm to catch my attention.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else” He muttered over the loud silence. “Somewhere we can actually talk”

“Where can we go?”

“How about my place? My folks aren’t home”

I thought about it for a moment. Ultimately, it was probably for the best. Anywhere else, like a park, would be too loud and crowded. My parents were home and I didn’t want to randomly bring him, so it was our best option.

“Okay”

“Cool, my car is not far”

He nodded towards the door and we both headed outside, Steve still carrying the books himself. We were walking together to where he had parked the car when he suddenly stopped.

“What’s-?” Before I could even ask, I got my answer.

“Hello there, ladies” Steve greeted a group of girls that passed by. He sent them an attractive grin that surprised me.

They flirtatiously giggled in response. In an attempt to wave at them, Steve then dropped all the books. The girls laughed again, this time at his clumsiness, before walking away.

“You okay over there, Steve?” I crouched down to help him pick up the books.

“Yeah” He nonchalantly replies, quickly taking the books back from me.

I smiled to myself, noticing how he pushed a tuft of hair away from his eyes with a head movement. There was a pronounced blush on his cheeks.

“See you around!” Steve exclaimed to the girls. They were already a bit far.

I chuckled in amusement and shook my head. We continued walking in silence, but I stared at him. Why was it so important for him to impress some girls he didn’t even know?

“Why are you staring at me?” Steve inquired, demanding an answer.

“Oh, nothing” I calmly told him with a playful shrug. “Nothing at all, Romeo”

“No, no, you’re judging me” He nodded his head to reinforce his affirmation.

“Not at all, Mr. Cool Guy” To soften my teasing, I sweetly smiled at him.

Steve shook his head, handing me the books for a moment. It was then when I realized we had arrived back to his car. He pulled out the keys and unlocked it.

We both got in –me resting the books over my lap –and secured our seatbelts. Then Steve started the car and turned the radio on to some rock music.

Before he pulled out of the parking spot, he turned to me and gave me a cute smile. I smiled in return, appreciating those endearing gestures of his. They seemed genuine, but felt so unlike him. Or rather, unlike the preconception I had of him.

Everyone, included myself, saw him as King Steve. The popular kid. The handsome and charming boy. The one that always got his way. The one everybody loved. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington.

I saw him differently. Not the cool guy that tried to gather the attention of some pretty girls that walked by. But the guy that got nervous about it and dropped the books he was holding. And that was the boy I was interested in, that I kind of wanted to be my friend.

I knew things had changed with him. A while back, he would have made fun of me for loving books so much. Probably would have called me a nerd or something. But now he was really cool about it, even to the point of showing interest about my love for them whenever it came up in our sporadic conversations. It made me want to know Steve. The real Steve Harrington.

“Hey, Steve?” I broke the silence only interrupted by the music.

“Yeah”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did”

“I-“ I was about to retaliate, but the smirk that appeared on his lips turned soft.

“Sorry, go ahead” Not taking his eyes off the road, he kindly patted my knee.

“I’m just curious… Why did you stop hanging out with Tommy H. and Carol?”

He took a bit to reply, and when he did it was slightly hesitant.

“Well… We were friends since we were little” His fingers tapped on the steering wheel. Then he shrugged and continued talking. “Until I realized they were… assholes”

“Took you long enough” I joked, remembering how they always made fun of everyone.

Including me, since I usually preferred the company of a god book over anyone. They always said I was a weirdo who had no friends. At first I defended myself saying I had friends, but Jonathan Byers wasn’t good enough for them. And after that, when I began to get along with Nancy, that didn’t help either. So I eventually stopped caring. I let them think whatever they wanted about me.

“Yeah” Steve chuckled, bringing me back to reality.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he stirred in the seat. If it weren’t because he was driving, I would have expected him to turn his back to me. I decided to lighten up the tension. It wasn’t my intention to make things awkward. I asked because I was genuinely curious.

“Or maybe you were as big of an asshole”

“Wh-“ His eyes fell over me instantly, but I smiled at him.

Seeing my genuine and playful smile, he did too. His shoulders immediately relaxed, and he laughed a little.

Steve nodded with enthusiasm, shoving a cookie into his mouth. I took another one, glad that he had the wonderful idea to recharge fuel by eating some snacks.

Somehow, our session study had become a rant about my favorite books. One moment we were reading the books we took from the library, taking notes about essay writing, and suddenly he was listening in awe as I told him about the fantasy and science fiction tropes.

“Oh, like that Terminator movie!” He said with a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie.

“Yeah...” I rolled my eyes a little. “There’s time travel in that too”

“Nice” When he was finished wolfing it down, he reached for another one.

I took the plate away from his reach and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Enough talking about me, we were studying and…” I stopped midsentence when a suspicion grew in my mind. “Oh, you’re sneaky, Harrington”

“What?” He asked with an angelical expression that I didn’t buy.

“You had me rambling as means of procrastination!”

“I would never!”

“You doofus”

I rolled my eyes at him again when he casually stood up from the chair and plopped down on his bed. I turned to look at him as he smirked, placing his arms behind his head.

Grabbing the plate, I threw a cookie at him. I laughed when he tried to catch it with his mouth. He missed. Then he scrambled around the folds of the duvet to grab it and eat it.

“That’s low…” I muttered, eating another cookie myself.

“I was genuine enjoying hearing you talk, though” Steve assured from the bed, speaking with his mouth full. “About your fantasy books and stuff”

“Sure you were” Seeing as the study session was over, I began tidying the messy desk.

“I was! You love books so much, it’s great”

“Not that again…”

“What?” He grinned with that flirtatious smolder that he seemed to have perfected. “You’re cute, I’m cute”

I paused, finishing putting some order into the mess of books, papers and pens. Then I turned to him and tiredly tilted my head.

“Not my type” I only said, standing up and already going for the door.

“Give me a good reason” Steve jumped to his feet, taking me by the arm.

“For starters, there’s more to life than being in a relationship” I softly pushed him away, going for the door to leave. “And besides, what’s the point of one if there are no feelings? Not to mention that we’re supposed to be studying instead of flirting”

“I… Well…” He tilted his head, not knowing how to respond to that.

“So my job here is done” I turned the doorknob and walked into the hallway. “That reason enough for you?”

Steve called me, immediately following after me. I laughed at his goofiness.

“Enough, you flirt!” I pushed him when he tried to get closer to me.

“Give you a ride home?” He pouted his bottom lip at me, and I had to laugh.

“Okay...” I replied, even if I rolled my eyes. “You nerd...”

Steve Harrington was just annoyingly charming.

The bell signalizing the end of the classes rang. The noise echoed around the hallways. I left the class and headed for my locker. However, a certain someone kept popping up in my mind.

I had studied with Steve for weeks. We got so close that some days we didn’t even study, but ended up being lazy instead. I blamed him entirely. But it was fun to just chat with him. He always listened to me when I found myself rambling, often about books. I also ‘put up with him’ as I told him when he began talking about movies. And we often ended up watching one of them in his couch. I had to smile a little at the thought. That doofus had gotten under my skin after all.

We had stopped hanging out as often, though, because of his resit exam. We had become really close, but he was busy doing some hardcore revising on his own.

Almost like he read my mind and noticed I was missing him, he appeared. I had to hold back a smile to his mere presence.

“Y/N!!” I turned when I heard my name being called and I recognized his voice. “Look!!”

I chuckled in surprise when I saw him running my direction, holding up what I assumed was his exam. There was a big red circle drawn on the paper, and inside it was the letter B.

“No way!!” I exclaimed, also noticing a small plus sign next to the grade. “That’s awesome!”

“B+!!” He ran to me, swinging his arms in pure euphoria, until he reached me.

“I’m so happy for you, I-“ I squeaked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me.

Steve squeezed me against him and lifted me off the ground, no doubt getting carried away. Seemingly unbothered by his outburst, he put me down and smiled widely at me.

“Thank you so much!” He waved the paper in my face like a child. “I couldn’t have done this without you”

“Obviously” I sarcastically replied, but my entire façade crumbled.

In his excitement, Steve had just leaned in and kissed me in the cheek. I couldn’t have foreseen that, neither the butterflies that magically appeared in my stomach.

I chuckled, a bit flustered by the gesture, and absently closed my locker.

I was suddenly reminded of how our hands brushed together in the popcorn bowl whenever we watched a movie together in his house. How we sat so closely that our sides touched. And sometimes I got sleepy and my head fell on his shoulder. How he would smile that beautiful smile and tease me about it. I had to shake those thoughts away.

“Glad I could help, you doofus” I stood there awkwardly, wondering how to act normally.

“We should celebrate it!” He excitedly took my hand in his and tugged at it.

I clenched my jaw, suddenly realizing how many of those gesture we did on a daily basis. They hadn’t bothered me before, but now… Now they awoke feelings me that… That I just wasn’t sure I was ready to face. When did I fall for Steve Harrington?

“Say, why don’t we go out to grab something to eat?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, apparently oblivious to my mental breakdown. “I’m craving a burger”

I hesitated, but the innocent look in his brown eyes broke me. All the tension I had gathered disappeared at the sight of that adorable expression. I chuckled, almost relieved to be by his side.

“Sure” I linked my arm with his, a normal gesture that had different meaning now. “Let’s go get that burger”

“You okay?” He casually asked me as we left the high school building. “I expected you to say something like ‘I’m surprised you were smart enough to pass’ or some shit”

“Maybe I’m just happy for you, stupid” I shrugged, squeezing closer to him. “I’m just in a good mood”

“That’s new” He joked, nudging me a little.

“Shut up” I slapped him in the chest, making him laugh.

But I didn’t separate from him, instead resting my cheek against his upper arm. I felt such a strong urge to be as close to him as possible. Stupid Steve Harrington and his charm.

I couldn’t do that anymore. I thought that maybe I was too close to him, that my feelings would fade if I distanced a bit. But even after days of not hanging out with him, not even for our tradition of watching movies together, nothing changed. In fact, I just missed him even more than usual.

So one day I showed up at his house, knowing his parents were out of town again. When he opened the door, he received me in his pijamas.

“Y/N!” His face lit up at the sight of me. A smile spread across his lips.

“Hi” I greeted him, nibbling on my bottom lip.

“Um…” He suddenly blushed, looking down to his outfit, and subtly combed his hair with his fingers. “What are you doing here?”

I shrugged as I frantically searched for a cool thing to say.

“It just felt odd being away from you for so long” I muttered, flustered at the fond look he gave me. I corrected myself, rolling my eyes at him. “I guess I just got too used to your annoying self”

To my surprise, instead of being bothered by it, he laughed. With a flourish, he bowed and stepped to the side. Obliging, I came in and followed after him.

“So…” Steve innocently put his hands behind his back. “What did I do this time?”

“Huh?”

“What did I do, to make you mad?”

“I wasn’t... mad”

“Then why did you… disappear?”

“I didn’t disappear”

Steve arched his eyebrows at me, not buying it. I averted my gaze, feeling my cheeks flushing. I couldn’t just tell him how I felt. For one, I would never hear the end of it. And besides, it wasn’t like he reciprocated.

We didn’t move from the spot for a moment. I could feel his eyes on me still. I just remained quiet until he broke the silence.

“Whatever” He casually put an arm over my shoulders. “I missed you”

“Of course you did” I grinned at him, forcing myself to look into his brown eyes.

“Bet you missed me too, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I pushed him away.

It all felt slightly awkward and forced, but it was to be expected. We hadn’t seen each other for a week or two. And I wasn’t my usual self around him either.

I distanced myself away from him, navigating through the living room and outdoors. His presence lingered behind me, closely following.

I heaved a sigh as I looked for something to say, something stupid or playful to break the silence. Maybe offering to watch a movie, but which one? I just wanted it not to be awkward.

“You’re acting strange lately, you know?” He randomly said, breaking the painful silence.

“Huh?” I had heard him, but wasn’t expecting him to say anything.

“Did I do something that bothered you or…?” Steve watched me intently.

“I…” I looked away, setting my glance on the pool. “Maybe?”

“Well, shit… Great…” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Seriously, What did I do now?”

I suppressed a smile, finding even that endearing. I was so frustrated with myself for giving in. What was wrong with me?!

“I just…” I forced myself to lock eyes with him. “It’s when you joke around and flirt with me, I guess it’s gotten old”

“Oh” He chuckled, again, awkwardly. “So that’s why”

“I just… I don’t even know why you keep doing it, it’s not like you mean it” I wrung my hands, avoiding eye contact with him again. “It’s not like you have actual feelings”

“Maybe I do feel something” He replied quickly. Too quickly to have been a joke.

I looked up and into his eyes. They were wide open in panic. He parted his lips, but no sounds came out. My heart was racing at the realization. I had to do something to fix the embarrassment.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I shoved him a bit, and he smiled in relief.

For a moment, Steve didn’t say anything still. He just looked at me fondly, further confirming those words that just slipped out. But that they were genuine.

“Those are mighty words for someone standing right next to a pool” He finally said, bearing a playful tone.

I looked behind me to realize I was almost at the edge. I must have moved without realizing. I blamed him and the stupid effect he had on me. His closeness was overwhelming, even if comforting and exhilarating.

“Don’t you dare” I pointed a finger at him menacingly.

An evil plan was slowly forming in my mind, and I had to hold back a smirk.

“Or what?” Steve naturally replied, stepping closer.

“Or you’ll regret it” I planted my feet to avoid him forcing me to step back. “You’ll see”

“That’s totally adorable” He mockingly wrinkled his nose at me. “You think you’re intimidating”

“Try me, Harrington” I put my hands on my hips, cocking an eyebrow.

“Okay, Y/L/N” He was cheeky enough to step up again, knowing I would react.

I took a step backwards, too flustered by the closeness. He didn’t even know the effect he had on me and I had to try really hard not to look down to his lips. I hated him so much at that moment. But I would have my revenge.

“No, Steve, I...” I frowned, locking eyes with him. “Seriously, don’t you dare”

“You know what?” He frowned a little, putting his hands on my arms. “You’re right”

I eyed him carefully, not trusting him for a second. I opened my mouth to speak when I recognized the mischievous smirk on his face, but it was too late.

He pushed me, and I inevitably yelped as I fell into the pool with a loud splash. I sank and barely managed to lift my head to the surface, coughing up water.

“Steve!” I called him, helplessly splashing in the water. “I can’t swim!”

“Oh, shit!!” I heard him muttering right before he dove right in. He didn’t even take his shoes off or anything.

I submerged, but soon I felt Steve’s arms wrapping around me and keeping me afloat. He leaned me against him and held me up. His hair stuck to his face, but he just whipped his head to keep it out of his eyes.

“You okay?” He urged me, gently wiping my wet hair from my forehead. “Y/N, you alright?”

“Just so you know…” I said, pausing and analyzing the panicked expression he bore. “Actual drowning people don’t usually have the time to call for help”

“But…” He mouthed, no actual sounds leaving his lips. “What?!”

I laughed a little, but Steve rolled his eyes. He let go of me, but I held him by the shoulders. Steve was always so calm, cool and collected that it was fun to see him out of his element.

His arms returned to their spot around my frame and he eyed me warily. I gave him an innocent grin, but he shook his head at me.

“I-I... Y/N, you, I’m...” He stuttered, unable to say any coherent words.

“Serves you right, you nerd” I playfully grinned, hoping I didn’t ruin things.

“That wasn’t funny, Y/N!” Steve complained, heaving a shaky sigh.

“It was, a little”

“No, it wasn’t!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown me into the pool”

“I can’t believe you!”

“What, did I scare you? Was little Stevie worried about me?”

“Well, yeah!” He exclaimed, making me chuckle.

“Are you blushing?” I playfully caressed his cheek, but he swatted me away.

Before his hand could leave mine, though, I held on to it. He really wasn’t taking the hint yet, huh.

“What are you doing?” There was still a faint flush on his cheeks, but now his eyebrows were furrowed as well.

“For such a big flirt, you’re pretty oblivious” I smirked in amusement at the effect I had on him.

“What...?” To be honest, the way he frowned was pretty cute. Like a confused puppy, with head tilt and all. My heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Steve…” I chuckled, spreading my smile to his lips.

“So I am your type, after all” The adorable innocent expression was soon replaced with the usual cool flirty one as he recovered. “I knew it!”

“Not really, you’re just-” Before I could finish my sentence, Steve continued.

“No, yeah, totally! I mean, maybe it’s that you don’t have a type” He scoffed, almost talking to himself now. “Because if you did I would probably be it, I’m everyone’s type! Well, maybe not everyone’s but… I mean, I’m an idiot… I’m just used to people liking me and I wanted you to like me and… shit, that sounded really stupid, huh, I-“

Needing him to shut up already, I put my hand on his nape and shoved him closer to me. His lips had just looked so enticing that I needed to taste them. When they finally pressed against mine, I closed my eyes in pure bliss.

I hadn’t expected to be overcome with so many feelings when we kissed, but if anything, that was further proof that I liked him. A lot. My skin tingled, butterflies flew in my stomach, and the kiss was so wonderful that I didn’t want to stop. We only did when we realized we were gasping for air as we had been passionately moving our lips in sync.

When we did, Steve looked me in the eyes. I chuckled in embarrassment and he grinned. Our foreheads touched, and we infected the laughter to the other in low chuckles.

We lingered in that position for several seconds, gently holding on to each other as we floated in the pool. There were no words, no sounds, just the murmur of our breathing and the soft swaying of the water. Steve and I looked into each other’s eyes, seemingly entranced by what we saw in each other. By the tenderness and adoration in each other’s glances. And it was perfect.

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Jealous Outburst | Scott Lang

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Request: Secretly in a relationship with scott lang for awhile and bucky barnes starts to flirt with you so scott gets super jealous and everyone finds out.

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Scott was sat at the end of the conference table, his innocent blue eyes fixated on you, the woman he had secretly been seeing for the past month, and also the woman who was sitting beside Bucky Barnes. The hardest part of holding a secret relationship with someone for Scott was not being able to publicly show his love for you. It also meant many moments of jealousy, and this exact moment was a great example. He trusted you, he really did, it was the men who would flirt with you who he didn't trust.

Scott flinched as he watched Bucky lean over toward you, whispering something into your ear. He furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity in reaction of your giggling response to Bucky's little side comment. Obviously Scott couldn't do anything because he was on one side, while you were on the far other side. All Scott did was clench his fists, hoping that his jealously would vanish. If everybody in the room knew that you and Scott were together, he would be able to yell at Bucky to knock it off, but they didn't.

An hour filled with complete boredom and mission prepping soon came to an end and you out of everybody was the most excited. You sped out of the room because you were in charge of making dinner, and everyone expected it in an hour. Scott was your helping partner and he was right behind you. You two entered the kitchen, put on your aprons and began the cooking. In the middle of Scott stirring the noodles, he brought up the question he had been waiting to ask.

"So, you and Bucky, huh (Y/N)?" scott asked out of the blue, receiving a sigh from you. "What did he whisper to you that made you giggle hm?"

"He just told me how ugly you looked today," you responded sarcastically. Scott paused and turned to look at you. You smirk at him. "I'm kidding babe. He made a funny joke about Tony practically falling asleep during Steve's initiation for the mission."

Scott snorted. "I guess that was pretty funny. I noticed that too."

Scott peacefully went back to stirring the noodles and you went back to cutting the peppers and squash that you were later going to add into the sauce. Although the team hated those two combined in the sauce, you reminded them about who was making dinner. Moments later, the spaghetti was made and you called in the team. They all came packing into the kitchen, and all sat themselves down at the dinner table.

Scott started serving up the plates of food as you chopped up the last of the peppers. Shortly after, you felt Bucky's presence behind you. You put down your knife and twirl around, giving Bucky a friendly smile. He was close, very close to you. Bucky flashed a smile at you.

"Hello beautiful," bucky smiled brightly. Scott winced in reaction of overhearing Bucky's flirtatious approach. "I can finish up the cutting if you want me to. You can go eat."

You shake your head and turn back around and pick your knife back up. The next thing you knew, the hands of Bucky were placed upon your hips, causing you to drop your knife in surprise. Scott caught every second of Bucky's actions, and the way Bucky turned you around was what drew the last straw for Scott. He inattentively tossed the plate of spaghetti in front of Steve and stomped his way toward Bucky.

It was as if Scott was completely out of it and he grabbed the knife that you dropped. Scott's next action caught the attention of everyone in the room. Scott drew the knife on Bucky.

"Get your damn hands off of (Y/N)!" scott shouted, holding the knife toward Bucky. Bucky's eyes enlarged with fear and he stepped away from you, but that didn't stop Scott from keeping the knife up at him. "You never touch my girlfriend like that ever again!"

"Dude! What the hell!" bucky exclaimed, his hands up in the air. "I didn't even know that you and (Y/N) were even together!"

"We are together," scott spat. "and I don't ever want to see you touching her like that ever again! You got that?"

"Alright! Okay! I promise!"

Scott huffed and lowered the knife. He put it back onto the cutting board and looked around, noticing that you were gone.

"Where did (Y/N) go?" scott asked. "Did she not want to eat?"

"She ran out." steve answered, crossing his arms. "What did you expect? That she would stay and watch her boyfriend practically almost kill one of her good friends? You've really done it this time Scott."

Scott's heart dropped as reality hit him. Steve was right. Scott shouldn't have done that. He let his jealousy get to the best of him. The fact that he hurt you was worse than hurting himself. Scott dashed out of the kitchen, only to find you quietly sobbing to yourself on the couch in the living room. Scott frowned and approached you.

"(Y/N)," he whispered softly. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry."

"Scott! You pulled a damn knife on Bucky!" you cried out at him. "You're completely insane!"

Scott shook his head. "I-I know what I did and I'm—"

"Sorry? Scott! Sorry isn't good enough!" you declared, rising up to your feet. Scott broke his gaze away from yours. "Sorry isn't going to be enough for the fact that you just completely walked into our prank!"

"I'll even go and apologize to Buc—Prank? Wait what?"

Scott whipped around as he heard hysterical laughter coming from behind him. You were the next to break out into laughter. Steve came out with his phone camera facing Scott, capturing every expression on his face. Confusion. Anger but mainly relief. Natasha peeked over Steve's shoulder to see the action, only to see that Steve wasn't even recording.

"Steve! You're not even recording!" natasha called out in disappointment. "The red button Steve! It's the red one!"

Steve stared at the phone. "Damn it. I hate technology."

As Natasha gave Steve a lesson about his phone, Bucky walked out of the group and approached you and Scott. Bucky slapped his hand on Scott's shoulder, making him jump in surprise. Scott pushed Bucky's hand off of his shoulder and stepped away from him. He stared at Bucky in disgust.

"This still doesn't clear things up between you and me," scott claimed. "I know that your flirting might have been all acting but you did it and I find that unacceptable."

"Who said I was acting?"

Scott perked up. "E-Excuse me?"

You immediately held onto Scott's arm, knowing that he was going to lunge at Bucky, but you were able to hold him back. Scott just narrowed his eyes at Bucky, threatening him internally. You kiss Scott on the cheek which made him look down at you.

"I was a good actor though, right?" you asked sweetly. "I mean, I got you pretty good. Admit it."

"I do admit, you had me on the verge of tears," scott confessed. "I just don't understand why you did this."

"Excitement." you responded simply. "I just thought it would be fun to prank you, and I wanted to see how jealous you could get, but most importantly, I wanted to see if you were going to expose our relationship to the team, which you did."

"Oh, we already knew sweetheart," sam chimed in, catching you and Scott by surprise. "I mean, come on, we see the way you two act around each other. You guys aren't that smooth."

Your eyes widen and you could feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Scott just shrugged it off.

"Well, hopefully this whole situation teaches you guys to never mess with me than," scott said nonchalantly. "especially when there's a knife around."

Bucky nodded. "Noted."

"You're dating a psychopath (Y/N)," steve commented, sliding his phone into his back pocket. "I mean, you could do better."

"Actually Steve, I couldn't do better," you respond, looking up at Scott. "because I'm already with the best."

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You make me so happy, it turns back to sad There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have [x]

Bethany likes Varric. Loathes the fact she does, but can’t escape it. Oh well, what’s a girl to do?

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Varric Tethras x Bethany Hawke

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Bethany contemplated the tankard of Antivan brandy Isabela had purchased her—it tasted awful, and while her friends seemed to grow more and more rowdy with each drink, she only felt sad. She couldn’t exactly place why she felt the way she did, but the bitter taste of the tawny liquid each time it passed her lips wasn’t helping matters. Why couldn’t she be just as carefree as the others? Like her brother, who was proudly bouncing from table to table as Varric regaled the group with another story of Hawke’s heroics. Without a second thought, her heart fluttered, stomach tightening in a vice-grip.

Oh, Varric.

He was always so wonderful at capturing any audience, the attention always focused on him and the wild tales had to share. Hawke’s theatrics only made the evenings in the tavern more enthralling for the patrons, hooked on every word, not caring if there was some extravagance thrown in. Hell, it would be boring if Varric didn’t stretch the truth now and then (or all the time). The way Varric spoke was effortless—Bethany was almost jealous.

She actually felt a lot of ways when she thought about the man, most of which was complicated. Flustered, embarrassed for liking him (she had come to terms with those emotions weeks ago), frustrated, but also confused. Confused because for every hundredth butterfly-flutter in her chest, there was a pang of resentment that she couldn’t pinpoint—like she blamed him for making her fall in love in the first place. Not that she was in love or anything.

Or was she?

“Oh, Maker,” she mumbled, chugging back more of her brandy, wincing at the dreadful taste. She rubbed at her temple, glancing over to where her brother was now dancing with both Isabela and Anders tucked under his arms.

For the briefest of moments, her eyes locked with Varric’s from across the room, his amber gaze lighting up with a smirk as he continued to entertain his listeners. What Bethany wouldn’t give to just drown in those instead of the liquor in front of her. With her chin propped up in one hand she watched, lazily blinking, just admiring. Varric liked to feign arrogance, but did he actually know how good he was?

When he spoke about Bianca, and the wonderful job it—she—had done at clearing the ‘bad guys’ from Hawke’s tail, Bethany was unable to push down the negative thoughts that consumed her. How was it even possible to be envious of a crossbow? She slid her hand up the side of her face, crunching her fingers through her hair. She had never ever felt this irritatingly foolish before, even when she was a young girl in Lothering.

Didn’t Varric and her have a perfectly wonderful friendship? At times it certainly felt a little more than that, with their flirty rapport, spending time together away from everybody else. Then again, Varric flirted with everybody. Bethany smacked her palm to her face, convincing herself it was the piss-poor quality of the alcohol that was making her feel so depressed and judgmental.

It was right about the time Hawke began loudly singing—butchering—the tavern song that she decided it was time to leave before she did something incredibly stupid, finishing off her drink in one giant gulp as she slid from her bar stool. Everybody else was far too inebriated, to notice her slipping out into the night. Bethany was halfway home when she heard hurried footsteps echoing around her. She was frightened for all but the split second it took for her shadow to shout her name—well, nickname.

“Sunshine! Wait up!” She turned just as Varric caught up to her, a breathless grin on his lips as he nearly doubled over, hands on his knees. “Don’t you know dwarves aren’t made for running?”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “I didn’t make you chase after me.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, straightening up before offering his hand. “Shall I walk you home?”

“Three more yards?”

Varric waved his other hand nonchalantly. “I’d escort you three inches. A radiant woman such as yourself shouldn’t be unaccompanied at night in Lowtown.”

Bethany felt her cheeks flush at his flattery, but after all the turmoil she had felt that night at the Hanged Man, didn’t feel like letting him have the upper hand so easily. “Varric, I shoot fire out of my hands.”

His expression fell flat for a moment. “Can you let a guy have this one?”

She laughed, finally reaching out to grasp his arm, a warmth spreading through her as he pulled her closer before leading them on. They both glanced at each other, holding the same knowing look--one of these days they’d have to acknowledge the Bronto in the room. For now, or at least for that evening, she was happy to pretend they had it all figured out.

❤ 3/29 ❤

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Swan’s Seven (2/?)

Summary: After two years behind bars, Emma’s out, and she’s got a plan in mind. Now to put together the perfect team… Let’s stage an art heist. (A CS Ocean’s 8 AU) ~3.9K. Rated T for language. Chapter 1. Also on AO3.

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A/N: And we’re back! With more players, more action, and more razzing on David. It’s a national sport after all. A certain someone shows up this chapter too...

Thanks as always to my wonderful beta, @snidgetsafan. This doesn’t happen without you, babe.

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Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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Regina has always been good at finding the exact right person for any given job, and it seems that hasn’t changed in the two years that Emma has been away. She somehow knows everybody who’s anybody in this business, like the criminal version of a recruiter or HR lady. She’d probably hate being called that, but it’s an apt comparison.

Only days after Emma divulges her plan to Regina, she’s presented with a short stack of manila folders - Regina’s top choices for their needs.

“I think you’ll be pleased,” she says as Emma flips through the top folder. It’s just a cursory glance, really; Emma trusts Regina’s judgement implicitly after all their years as a pair. “They’re the best I could find.”

“I’m sure they are,” Emma replies nonchalantly. “You’ve got them scheduled to come in for an interview or whatever?”

“Later today,” Regina agrees, before fixing Emma with a stern look. “You’re going to play nice, right? We need these people, I can’t have you getting all demanding or treating them like they’re idiots.”

“Ok, first of all, it’s an interview, there’s going to be questions so I can’t really help the demanding thing. Second of all, why the hell am I the one we’re worried about getting uppity? That’s kind of your thing, scaring people off with a condescending sniff.” Emma really hadn’t meant to sound quite so demanding with that list, but that’s the result anyways. Maybe Regina has a point - though Emma still thinks her partner is the one who needs the warning to “play nice”. Whatever that means. Fuck it all, they’re career conpersons, the nice line has already kind of been blown to smithereens.

Regardless, the warning proves unnecessary, since Emma can tell within minutes that Regina’s first candidate is exactly who they’ve been looking for.

“Emma, this is Ruby Lucas. Ruby, Emma Swan.” With the way Regina makes introductions, you’d think they were having some fancy corporate business meeting, not planning an art heist above a nightclub. Emma has the strongest urge to start offering business cards. “Ruby’s a safecracker - the best on the east coast.”

“Well…” Ruby drawls, her red-painted lips twisting into something wry and just shy of wolfish. Emma thinks it kind of suits the brunette, especially paired with her casual sprawl across one of Regina’s stiff backed chairs.

As much as Emma is amused, however, Regina is not. That eye roll could probably be seen from space. “Fine. The best on the east coast who hasn’t decided to retire to some disgusting fairytale in backwoods Maine like a goddamn schmuck. Better? Satisfied?”

“Better. Satisfied is a whole other thing, sweetcheeks,” Ruby winks salaciously. Not that there seems to be any heat behind it; if Emma had to guess, it’s just a flirtatious habit. There are worse habits to have, really. Her flirting accomplished, Ruby focuses her attention on Emma. “So. I hear you have a plan.”

“I do. Did Regina brief you on the specifics?”

Ruby nods. “Brantley 3900, she said. Digital fingerprint system on top of a trio of combo locks, plus an acid failsafe. I could use some info about the big picture plan, though.”

“We’ll get there,” Emma promises. Ruby isn’t at all what she would have expected of their safecracker in her short skirt and high heels and bright red hair streaks - especially when Emma’s used to dealing with her brother for this kind of thing - but she likes the saucy brunette. That flirtatious energy could really come in handy, if they play their cards right. “You think you can break it?”

“No problem,” Ruby replies with her bubbling confidence. “We’ll just need those prints, and the rest is all tumblers. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Emma looks to Regina, who inclines her head in a subtle nod. Excellent; they’re on the same page, then. “You’re hired.”

Their next candidate - a computer whiz and hacker - might as well be Ruby’s polar opposite. Elsa Frost shows up in a neat skirt suit and heels that only emphasize her pale skin and white blonde hair, dressed for all appearances like she’s interviewing at a law firm. For god’s sake, she even brings resumes in a file folder, the two pages paper clipped for maximum convenience. You can’t make this shit up. Emma wonders idly if their prospective keyboard artist has any idea what she’s walked into.

Surprisingly, reading the resume provided is illuminating. Ms. Frost certainly does know what she’s here for (“And this is an art theft, yes?”), but she cut her teeth, so to speak, in providing network security for major banks. Really, there’s no one better to hack past security systems than someone who made a career trying to prevent exactly that.

Emma still has questions, however. Namely: “How exactly did you end up on the less legal side of things?” It’s more than a valid question, considering the formal interview attire. It seems that Elsa doesn’t know how these things usually play out.

“I have a sister,” Elsa explains. “She’s the only family I have in the world, and she just got engaged. To a Central Park carriage driver. Wants the whole big to-do, which of course is very expensive. You know, the big white dress and the massive cake and the three courses and the specialty cocktail. So I’ve been looking into… alternative income streams.”

“Admirable,” Regina drawls, clearly unimpressed. “But there are plenty of other ways to make money. Legal ones. I’m sure you could make a very generous living just off of consulting with your skills. Why this?”

Elsa flushes, the rush of blood especially evident beneath her pale skin. Still, Regina and Emma wait in silence. They don’t need someone on their team who’s a risk, and that kind of motive makes any con with common sense worry their contact will go to the police when all is said and done. So they’ll wait, as long as it takes Elsa to come up with a real answer or prove herself too much of a risk to gamble on.

She cracks, of course. Facing down two such intimidating stares, anyone would. “Maybe I was bored,” Elsa finally says. Her chin lifts with the words like she’s trying to muster all her dignity - not that it works. “I’d done security for Wall Street firms and major banks for years. Eventually, you tire of trying to close all the loopholes that hackers are testing. Your entire career and your entire life becomes reactionary. Working on the other side… I get to exercise a little more creativity and problem solving and thinking outside the box, which is why I fell in love with programming in the first place.”

Emma makes eye contact with Regina and shrugs. “Works for me.”

Elsa stares back, disbelieving. “That’s it? That’s what you needed to hear?”

“We get boredom,” Emma explains.

“And we absolutely understand thinking the criminal side is a little more fun,” Regina adds. Like she knows anything about fun.

(Ok, that’s not fully true; Emma half remembers a few tequila nights. Regina gets rowdy when she has enough to drink.)

“Where we’re going with this,” Emma finishes, “is that you’re in if you want it. I trust that after all that banking experience, you can work your way around their firewalls and whatnot?”

“Sure can. Check the bar’s accounts if you don’t believe me, I took the liberty of going ahead and transferring my $100 consultation fee.”

Well, that’s one way to prove your point.

“So that’s two down. Who’s next?” Emma asks after Elsa and her business suit depart.

Regina smirks. “Field trip.”

The field trip is to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where they watch a young woman paint a replica of one of the portraits - a particularly unflattering source work featuring a distinctly masculine-looking woman. It makes the reproduction their prospective partner is working on all the more impressive, that she’s able to replicate that particular variety of unfortunate realism.

“Belle French,” Regina explains under her breath. “She should be a rising young artist on the New York scene after graduating from Columbia, but tastes these days run a little more abstract and her style probably leans closest to the romantic or rococo. Instead, she’s stuck teaching intro level courses at a local community college.”

“What a waste.”

“Indeed. She’s absolutely broke and absolutely talented, and absolutely desperate. Teaching shitty freshmen who can’t draw a straight line and want to argue about their grades constantly does things to a person, or so I’d imagine. If we play our cards right, make the right approach…”

“She could be our girl.” Our forger, Emma means, but that’s a stupid thing to say out loud in an art museum.

“She could.”

Emma observes for just a moment longer before nodding decisively and making her move. She’s the one who’s got tact, after all; as good as Regina is about searching people out, she’s a little too blunt for this kind of negotiation.

“That looks beautiful,” Emma comments when she’s standing just behind Belle’s shoulder. “You’re very talented.”

“Thank you!” Where Elsa blushes, Belle beams. Here, it’s a sign of someone who’s been denied warranted validation for too long, and who’s looking to gobble it up even from unusual sources. It’s a good sign for their purpose; even if they’re cons, Emma and Regina can provide the validation she seems to be craving.

“Is this just a hobby, or do you do this for a living?” Emma knows the answer, of course, but that might as well be rule number one of running a con: never show all your cards.

Belle makes a little wistful, frustrated noise. “Oh, I wish. This is just my free time, unfortunately. Hopefully it will help me hone my skills.”

“I don’t know. From where I’m standing, you look pretty skilled already. If this is your dream, I don’t think the talent issue is what’s keeping you from reaching it.”

“Yes, well, my dreams also feature millions of dollars and a functional love life. Some things, unfortunately, just aren’t going to happen, and I’m afraid this might be one of them.”

“I think I can help with some of that, at least,” Emma smiles. “I’d love to take you to coffee, maybe discuss it a little.”

“Like a job? Painting?” Belle’s skepticism is plastered all over her face. Not that Emma can blame her; it probably sounds just a little too good to be true.

“Something like that.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I absolutely am, if you’re interested in learning more.”

It’s a close thing, Emma thinks, but Belle does show up in the back corner of Regina’s favorite little Italian bakery an hour later.

“Why do I get the feeling this isn’t exactly a legal opportunity that you want to talk about?” Belle asks right away. Still, she seems utterly unfazed by the idea of it as she calmly sips a cappuccino.

“Probably because it isn’t,” Emma replies, equally calm.

“Hypothetically,” Regina makes sure to add. Maybe that’s what she should have been in another life - a lawyer for the mob. Not that it matters, especially since Emma changes her mind every other time Regina opens her mouth.

“Hypothetically,” Emma makes sure to emphasize, “we’re planning a job that would require someone with top notch artistic skills.”

“And you think that someone is me.”

“Hypothetically, yes,” Regina agrees.

“But why me?” Belle argues. “I’m barely good enough to teach a bunch of college students. What makes you think that I’m skilled enough for whatever you have in mind - hypothetically have in mind?”

“Your style, ironically the very thing that’s really kept you from breaking into the art world, is exactly what we need for our purposes.” Somehow, Regina manages to make it all sound completely reasonable, though Emma knows it’s not. They’re talking about forgery and theft, for Christ’s sake.

“And if I say no?”

“Then this conversation never happened,” Emma replies easily. “Look, my partner may be a little over-enthusiastic with the hypotheticallys, but it means we haven’t actually been planning anything in a way that you could take to the police. Look, I’ll be level with you - we can probably find another artist if need be. They’re out there. But they’re not you, Ms. French, and when we say we want the best, that’s you. For better or worse. The payout - sorry, the hypothetical payout would be more than enough to set you up. No more teaching brats with an attitude. We can help your originals find a way to market - legitimate or otherwise. There’s a lot of doors you can open with the kind of money we’re talking about.”

“Think about it and let us know.” Regina slides a card across the table - blank except for a starkly printed phone number. A burner, obviously, and perfect for what they have in mind. “You’re just the woman we need, and I think we’re just the opportunity you need.”

Emma and Regina barely make it to the end of the next block before the phone buzzes.

I’m in.

Two pieces to go.

It’s a relatively short cab ride to Battery Park, where Regina says they’ll find their next crew member. “This is the pickpocket?” Emma asks as they stroll past a particularly fragrant food cart. Ah, New York.

“This is the pickpocket,” Regina echoes back. “Tink Green. Young, but talented. She could easily break into larger jobs if she had the inclination, though I’m not sure that she does.”

“Tink? Seriously?”

“I know.” Regina rolls her eyes. “But yes, seriously. No idea what her real name is, she refuses to tell. If you have to have a stupid nickname, though, might as well make it a bad fairy fingers pun.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” A crowd is gathered up ahead along the railings bordering the river. “So where is she?”

“You see the blonde weaving through the crowd?” Regina asks, nodding in a general direction. “With the bun and the scarf and the headphones?”

“Yeah?” The woman in question looks utterly distracted - just another twenty-something absorbed in her phone.

“Watch.”

It looks like any other passing interaction - a distracted pedestrian not watching where they’re going, despite passerbys’ attempts to step around her. However, Emma’s a thief. She can spot the way that when the blonde bumps into an unsuspecting businessman, only the hand holding her phone comes up to brace on his torso, while the other steals into his coat pocket.

“Smooth,” she mutters. “I wonder if that’s all she’s got.”

Regina smiles a wicked, amused smile. “Let’s go find out, shall we?”

“Just make sure you don’t have anything valuable in your pockets.”

With the leisurely pace Tink saunters along at - just the right speed to feign distraction and avoid any serious attention - it’s easy for Emma and Regina to catch up along either side. “Impressive show,” Emma comments casually.

She’ll give the pickpocket this - she’s a good faker. Emma only sees the momentary flash of recognition tinged with panic because she’s looking for it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies. Tink’s accent is unusual; Australian, maybe, or possibly New Zealander.

“That lift,” Emma continues. “Very well done. Practically seamless.”

“Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think you’ve got the wrong person. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Tink’s eyes flit briefly to either side, looking for an easy escape like any good con.

“Oh relax,” Regina cuts in with that exasperated drawl she’s perfected. “We’re not here to bust you. We’ve actually got a job. Think of this as your interview.”

“You’ve lost me.”

“Regina Mills. This is my partner, Emma Swan.” Tink straightens, almost imperceptibly. “Ah, so you know who we are.”

“Run with a certain crowd, and it’d be hard not to.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Emma replies. “Like Regina said, we’ve got a job. Need someone with light fingers. A little teamwork and big payout.”

“How big?”

“Big enough not to say in such a public place.” Regina produces another card. “If you’d like to know more, come by the Poison Apple the day after tomorrow, around 2pm. We’ll share all the details with the team then. That is, if you’re interested.”

“I might be,” Tink hazards.

“Anything holding you back?” Emma asks. It’s obvious Tink is the woman for the job - talented and just charming enough for a little undercover prep work if need be. If there’s anything they can say to get her on board right now, Emma will gladly do it.

“Who’s the mark?”

Not the question she’d anticipated, but Emma can roll with it. “Zelena West.”

Unexpectedly, the other blonde bursts into a peal of laughter. “That piece of work?”

“The very same,” Regina replies with a wry smile.

“In that case, count me in. About time that bitch got what’s coming to her.”

Who knew it could be so easy - uniting a group of people around hatred of one disgustingly rich woman?

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The last thing Emma expects to see when she and Regina finally make it back to the loft about the nightclub is a man already waiting outside the door, rocking back and forth on his heels with both hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. As Regina wrangles the lock, the man springs to attention. “Ms. Mills?”

“Yes, yes, come in.” She’s obviously expecting him, as she holds the door wide open for the man to walk through, though her face never changes from mild irritation. Typical Regina. Though Emma can’t imagine why she’s letting him in to start with.

“This one of your vendors, Regina?” she asks, closing the door. The man has come to stand in the middle of the room, looking around like he’s waiting for something.

Regina scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous, Emma, the bar’s vendors come on Monday. This is our fence.”

Emma isn’t entirely sure what face she’s making, but it’s certainly not good. “Him?” she asks needlessly, earning herself an eye roll.

“No, the other man standing in the corner. Yes, him. This is Killian Jones.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emma,” he says - warmly enough, she’ll grant - extending a hand to shake.

Unfortunately for him, Emma’s not in a mood for warmly enough. “We are not on a first name basis,” she all but snaps before quickly pivoting to address Regina. “Can I talk with you for a moment?”

“What is your problem, Emma?” Regina hisses once they’re a reasonable distance away. Not that they’ve found true privacy; that doesn’t exactly exist in the loft space.

“He’s a he!” she hisses back.

“How didn’t you know that? I gave you the file.”

“It’s not like I read in-depth or anything! You always give me a little rundown anyways. I saw the name and figured they were a her, not a… him.” The last word is practically spat out like a curse. Absolutely melodramatic, not that Emma cares.

“And is that a problem? It’s not like you told me you wanted only women.”

“Yeah, well, I thought I wouldn’t have to when everyone else you offered up was of the female persuasion. Isn’t there anyone else?”

“No. You want the best, I find you the best. That man can find or sell practically anything, like a modern day pirate. Or something less stupid.”

Emma ignores Regina’s denial. “What about Jasmine? She’s great, she’d be good for this.”

Regina shakes her head. “She and Al just had a baby, so she’s out of the game for a while.”

“I guess I can get that. You send something?”

“Gift cards for take out and a card signed with both our names.”

“Oh, thanks for that. What about Kathryn?”

“Went to prison last year. And you hate her anyways after she flirted with your brother.”

“It’s more because she’s a prissy little rich girl who got into the black market because she thought it’d be fun.”

“No, it’s because she was hitting on David. I very narrowly escaped attending a debutante ball, if you remember, so I’m technically one of those prissy little rich girls,” Regina points out.

“Yeah, but I like you,” Emma sighs. “Bet her daddy bribed someone to get her sentence reduced.”

“Oh, undoubtedly. Still doesn’t change the fact that she’s unavailable.”

“What about —” Emma starts, only to be interrupted.

“Look, I’ll go find you someone else if you insist, someone female,” Regina argues, “but they’re not going to be as good as him. There’s no one else out there who’s got the amount of connections in the black market art world that he does, and he’s got strong footholds in advanced tech to boot. Just what we need. So are you going to quit your tantrum and suck it up, or am I going to have to put out feelers again?” She waits for an answer with arms crossed - never an inviting look.

“Fine,” Emma finally grumbles. “But he’s got a lot of ground to make up.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure you won’t let him forget it,” Regina mutters back under her breath.

Jones does them all the favor of pretending he didn’t hear any of that conversation when the women rejoin him. “Swan, is it?” he asks, extending that hand again. Today, Emma really feels like the last human on Earth who doesn’t feel a pressing need to follow that particular societal convention.

“That’s me,” Emma replies with as much enthusiasm as she can muster. It’s not much. “Regina says you’re the best around.”

“In more ways than one,” he winks. Mistake.

“Let’s get something straight right now: this flirting, or whatever you’re hoping to pull off? It’s not going to work on me,” Emma replies with venom hiding just behind her voice. “We’re here to stage a heist, and all I care about are results. This is about the job, and if you can’t keep it professional, then you can walk back out the door right now and we’ll find someone else.”

They stare at each other for a moment, Emma hoping to establish her dominance right there and then, before Jones finally cracks a closed-mouthed smile and nods. “Won’t be a problem, Swan. I’m at your disposal.”

“Good. We’ll see you in two days for a full overview of the plan and to get this show on the road.”

“As you wish,” he declares, sketching a short bow. After a last nod to Regina, he leaves again, now a problem for another day.

“I still don’t like him,” Emma declares to Regina. The other woman is smiling like the cat who got the canary, and Emma hates it.

“You don’t have to,” the other woman replies, “but he’s going to make this work. You’d be an idiot to fight against that.”

“All I’m saying is he better be as good as you promise.” There’s something about Killian Jones that makes her nervous, something she can’t quite put her finger on. Not his skills; Emma trusts Regina on that front. Something about his attitude, or his confidence. That’s not important right now, though, when there’s plans to make and details to nail down.

Killian Jones may be an unknown variable, but he’s one she can’t deny they need - and for the moment, that’s more important than any of her concerns.

#captain swan #cs ff #my writing #Swan's Seven #ocean's 8 AU #I've been sitting on these introductions for a long time and I'm just so happy to share them

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