#is it bad that I can feel ur wrath through my phone?

[jvngkook97]

hey sage! love ur work. can i request a jungkook scenario where ur his date to an awards show and it’s the first time ur seen in public together? i love fluff, but u can do what ever u feel. thank u!!!

Star Of The Show

pairing; idol!jungkook x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, smut, established relationship, awards show au

warnings; cursing, light angst in the form of a small squabble, oral (f receiving), fingering, clit play, tongue fucking, nipple play, praise kink, dirty talk, semi (?) public sex in an alley, pretend that Jungkook is the only one who sings ‘for youth’ for all intents and purposes of this fic, and that he’s not part of BTS

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 5,382

a/n; this request has been saved in my drafts for awhile, so I apologize for the wait! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Jeon Jungkook has been your boyfriend for the better half of three years.

The only catch? You two have been a secret.

The public has no idea who you are, nor what you look like.

Until now.

Jungkook was currently half way around the world on a promotional tour that ends with him coming back home to you, him having been invited and nominated for a prestigious award that all artists who had a career in music could only ever dream of being part of the category.

The ‘Artist of the Year’ award presented by the World Music Awards show.

You nearly spit out your drink when he told you so casually over FaceTime. He was even in the middle of doing a simple task of washing dishes, his phone propped against a stack of decorative recipe books he’s never looked through.

As he aggressively scrubbed two day old dishes where the food was basically engrained in them at this point, he grunted it out, brows furrowed in sheer determination to rid of the scum.

“Oh! I didn’t tell you. I’m nominated for the Artist of the Year Award.” His tongue began poking out from between his lips in concentration, his gaze completely off your comically gaping mouth that he would’ve laughed at otherwise if he wasn’t currently distracted.

“Jungkook! That’s amazing! Why the hell are you at home doing dishes instead of celebrating?”

He paused in his scrubbing to flash you a quick guilty look, before continuing with his assault on the dishes. You tried not to get side tracked yourself, eyes lingering on the way his arms flexed deliciously from the domestic task. Him looking all the more irresistible in his tight, black, long sleeved, turtleneck he was wearing today. Leaning close to the camera with a suspicious look on your face, your voice was eerily calm as you spoke his name.

“Jungkook.” Silence.

You gasped at his complete and utter betrayal.

He winced, and chanced a glance at your FaceTime video call form, apology already dripping from his supple, yet traitorous lips.

“Y/N—Baby, you know, it’s a funny story?” He laughed falsely, as his Adam’s apple bobbed due to him gulping in fear of being on the bad end of your wrath.

“When. Did. You. Find. Out. Baby?”

Your eyes were narrowed into slits, as you slowly spoke making sure to annunciate each word clearly.

His voice was low, but you heard him answer.

“JEON JUNGKOOK.” The dish he was holding fell from his grip and back into the overly soapy water in the sink, the loud crash making him let out a low whine, on top of your enraged voice booming from his phone speaker. “IT TOOK YOU A WEEK TO REMEMBER TO TELL ME?”

“I’m sorry! I got lost in the scheduling! Then when I found out, the entire team decided to celebrate at this new restaurant that just opened up nearby. We all got pretty plastered and I barely remember Greg, he was the security guard for the night by the way, having to haul my ass back to my room.”

Dishes completely disregarded, his still wet and soapy hands went to rub his neck, before running against his nose, as he gave you his best puppy dog pout. Your figure sunk lower into the couch you were currently sitting on, a random movie with the volume turned low running in the background.

He could see the reflection of the lights of the tv on your disgruntled face as you pointedly looked away from the camera when he turned his full attention to you.

“I know, I know. I should’ve called you the moment we all found out. You’ve been a part of this journey as much as I have and it was stupid of me on my part to disregard that fact. Can you forgive me, y/n?”

You mumbled something but he couldn’t hear you. Using a tactic as his own way of believing it could somehow make him hear you better, he leaned in as close as he could to the phone as he asked you to repeat yourself.

“You have soap bubbles on your nose. Idiot.”

“Oh. I do.” He used the back of his sleeve to wipe it clean, and when his gaze locked with yours once again, he was relieved to see a crack of a smile appear on your lips.

Sighing exaggeratingly loud, you gave him an answer to his previous question.

“Fine. I guess I’ll forgive you.”

His bunny toothed smile was halfway formed, before it disappeared completely at your next words.

“But you owe me, Jeon.”

He didn’t miss the way your voice dropped low, a sultry edge to it that sounded almost like a cat purring. Your innocent face only making his lower body react more as he bit his lip, eyes following the lone finger that you slowly dragged down your chest to disappear off camera. His hips unconsciously ground into the counter he was leaning against, already looking for a source of some kind of friction.

He knew where it was going. He knew what you meant.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. It’s yours.”

As if flipping a switch, your attitude changed completely to one full of excitement and happiness for your boyfriend.

“I’m glad I get to share this moment with you, koo. You deserve it and I’m so proud of you.” The sincerity of your words had him wiping at the corner of his eyes as he gave you a shy smile.

“Me too.” He gave a watery laugh, as you cooed at him lovingly. “But the hard part is still yet to come.”

“Hard part? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to step into the spotlight.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and you were once again rivaling that of a fish out of water with how wide your mouth was open. And this time, Jungkook did laugh at you.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Trying to fix a stubborn baby hair that kept sticking up, you finally cheered in victory when it decided to stay flat, though you were getting high off the hair spray fumes at this point from all the failed attempts.

Your nerves were shot, your hands were shaking as you smoothed down your dress from imaginary wrinkles, your dress being the same exact pattern as Jungkook’s suit he was wearing tonight.

The night of the awards.

The night where Jungkook would publicly announce that you two are together.

Your phone vibrates within the hidden pocket of your dress, a little detail that Jungkook made sure the dress had for your convenience. Fishing it out, you saw that it was a text from him.

Koo 🫦: Your name is already on the VIP list 😉

I feel so important!

Koo 🫦: You deserve the world.

Don’t mind me just over here swooning.

Koo 🫦: Haha. You’re so cute, baby.

Oh! The car just arrived, I’ll see you there!

Koo 🫦:🥂😘💜👌🏻

It only took 15 minutes of driving from your place in order to reach the theatre in which the award show would be hosted at, your phone once again buzzing in your pocket that you swiftly took out to read and reply back to his text.

Koo 🫦: You almost here?

Koo 🫦: My new music video just premiered and fans are going WILD!

Omg! Opening YouTube now!

Koo 🫦: Orrrrr you can see me in person instead 😌

Coming to a complete stop, the chauffeur tapped on the car window, a sign that he would be opening the door in a second so you better get yourself together.

Centering yourself, you braced for what lay behind your only remaining source of privacy, cause once it opened, that was it.

The world would know who you are.

Here! About to exit the car and walk in. See you in a sec. xoxo 💋

Just as Jungkook said, your name was on the VIP list. You made it past security with ease and began your life changing choice of walking onto the red carpet. Instead of shying away, you walked with poise, grace, elegance and confidence. Your back was straight, chest out, chin high — and you made that red carpet your bitch.

You strutted as if you owned the place, and you knew for a fact that you looked sexy as fuck. All eyes are on you and everybody has the same question in mind.

‘Who is this shining star?’

You walk past the screaming fans who are hoping to get a glimpse of their favorite celebrity of the night, the blinding sea of lights of the paparazzi who all fought for a front row shot of all the various celebs you were carefully maneuvering your way through as they posed on the carpet for pictures, and you just stop.

You look around and take it all in — the lights, the glamour, the energy.

Suddenly, the crowd around you goes wild.

For a second, you think they’re screaming at you, but then you see a ring clad, tattooed hand reach out from behind you to firmly grasp your own, fingers interlocking with yours in the process. You turn around, hair whipping behind you as a wide smile appears on your face.

“There you are!”

“Hey, stranger.”

Jeon Jungkook looked like the embodiment of sex on legs. His suit matched your dress to a tee, the patterns lining up seamlessly as he pulled you snug into his side, completely ignoring the surrounding uproar of those around you to give you a charming smile and loving kiss on the lips.

“You look stunning, baby.” His eyes devoured your figure, as he not so subtly got an eyeful of your boobs and the way the dress accentuated them wonderfully.

“You’re one to talk.” Your eyes raked over his figure with hidden desire, as you spoke through your teeth, smiling for the cameras. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait until we’re home for that favor you owe me.”

He let out a strangled laugh, as he smiled for the cameras as well, his witty response coming not even a second later.

“There’s a 15 minute intermission at the halfway point of the show, I’ll give you your favor then.”

“Can’t wait.” With one discreet pinch to his butt, that conversation was over, for now.

His face became serious as he looked down at you to ask you a question.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You responded in light.

Giving you one last peck on the lips, he lets go of your hand to wrap an arm securely around your waist, once again pulling you flush into his side as he guided you away from the crowd and cameras to head inside the theatre, both of you waving politely as you go.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

He leads you to your seats that are located right in front, only a six foot gap is what was between you and the stage, lit up stairs wrapped around the front of it so it’s easier for the winners to make their way up wherever they sat.

A shiver goes down your spine. You can literally feel the thousands of eyes on you, coming from all angles. From your seat, you could hear the scattered whispers from other celebrities you know and don’t know alike.

They all know who Jungkook was, and now they want to know who you are. You shuffle in your chair, feeling a bit uncomfortable if you’re being honest. You weren’t used to having so much attention on you, but you know you’re going to need to get used to it, and quick.

Jungkook notices your awkward demeanor, placing his hand on your bare thigh, your dress having ridden up from sitting down. He gives you a light squeeze, making you look at him.

His face is warm and understanding.

“They’re all curious. You’re the first date I’ve brought to an event.”

“Wait. Seriously? Like, ever?” Your voice was one of disbelief. He was in the business long before you met him. You just always assumed he had some girl on his arm for these events, being more than well aware how many women would kill to be in your position right now.

He gave an amused chuckle, thoroughly finding your reaction to be funny.

“Yes. Seriously.”

“But—Why? I’m sure a lot of people would’ve killed to be seen by your side.”

“Well, I only want to be seen by you, with you. So.” He gave you a cheesy smile, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “I’m making a statement to my fans and managers. You are a huge part of my life and they’ll have to get used to it. That’s one of the reasons why I wanted you to go with me to this event, so we show our shared solidarity on the matter.”

As much as you wished for this moment, now that it’s here, it’s hard for you to fully process. You were happy, you were thrilled, you were ecstatic, yet you were also sad. You were going to need the time to mourn your previous life with Jungkook in order to fully step into your new one. But now wasn’t the time. Right now, you needed to show your unwavering support and your unconditional love.

Despite his calm demeanor, and his confident tone, you needed to ask him a very important question.

“I’m worried you might come to regret this decision, are you sure about doing this?”

His eyes soften, his smile as well. He leans forward to lay his forehead against yours not caring who is watching. All he cares about is you and reassuring you.

“Y/N, look at me. I’ve never been happier. Zero regrets, baby.”

You feel the tension leave your body.

You do belong there, with Jungkook.

The lights begin to slowly dim as he presses his lips firmly against yours before straightening himself back up in his seat. Your hand is still firmly grasped in his larger one and he throws you one last signature bunny toothed grin before diverting his attention towards the stage.

The show is about to begin.

“Here we go.” His voice is shaky, his own nerves starting to poke through his usual tough persona.

You take the opportunity to lean in and whisper what you hoped to be words of comfort and encouragement.

“You’re going to win!”

“Don’t jinx it!” He whispers back, knocking his elbow lightly with yours to let you know he was joking.

The Music World Award show is phenomenal.

Laser’s and smoke, then, rain pours inside as an upcoming band takes the stage and plays the most incredible mixture of pop and classic sounds.

One after the other, bands and artist go on stage to both perform and accept awards alike. You seriously cannot even begin to fathom that you are sitting within the same vicinity as all of these amazing artists, let alone being Jungkook’s date.

As another performance comes to an end, Jungkook turns to you, already half standing by the time you register his words. The lights around you begin to grow brighter to allow guests to move around freely without bumping into anything or anyone.

“Intermission. 15 minutes. Let’s go.”

You’re both out of the venue with little to no interruptions from those who know Jungkook and greet him as you two pass by like a fire has been lit under your asses.

And in a way, it has.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Just before your back hits the cool brick wall of the secluded and nearly pitch black alleyway, does Jungkook make sure that his hand is on the back of your head to prevent it from banging against the wall.

His lips are pressed against yours for a millisecond before he glances at his watch out of his peripheral and his eyes widen considerably. Pulling away, he drops towards the ground, his knees hovering dangerously close to the equally as cool, very wet, floor. His feet alone are what is keeping him from teetering close to getting his dress pants ruined, and that can’t happen, not when he still has use for it.

A surprise that you have no clue about.

He’s thankful that your dress isn’t too tight, and just loose enough for him to shove upwards enough for him to reach your clothed, wet patched underwear that was hidden underneath.

Normally, he would rip the flimsy material right off and begin to tease you methodically and mercilessly until you’re a blubbering and begging mess for any kind of release, but there’s literally no time for any sort of foreplay.

So, instead, he throws one of your legs over his shoulder to allow him better access, the action making you dig your heel into the flooring more in order to keep upright from the devouring he was about to do that you know for a fact will have you nearly close to collapsing by the time he’s done with you, though you know he’ll never let you fall.

Not providing any warning, he hooks a finger into the side of your now soaked underwear to yank it forcefully to the side, the extent of his force causing a small tearing sound, signaling that he’s stretched the material a bit to far for its liking, not that you care at the moment.

Within moments his head is between your thick thighs, the pad of his tongue making a long firm lick from the bottom of your puckering hole, between the crevice of your puffy pussy lips, and finally to your hooded clit. He puckers his lips against the swollen bud and begins suckling on it. He hums in a rhythmic pattern, the vibrations making you lightly place your hand on the back of his head, you being careful not to mess up his styled hair.

Your chest is already heaving, soft pants escaping your lips as you tilt your head back to stare up at the stars that are scattered in the inky black of the night sky. For a second, you feel like you could touch them, especially when Jungkook buries two ring clad, tattooed fingers knuckle deep into your already dripping hole.

He pumps them in short bursts, curling them to access the spongey part of your pussy in order to bring you closer to your impending orgasm. His mouth pauses in his assault on your clit to look up at your heaving, panting, form and he thinks you look stunning. Unconsciously, you began groping your boobs, fingers twisting the peaks through the thin material with ease as you opted not to wear a bra with it.

The lewd squelching sounds that came from you, along with the way your walls started constricting around his fingers, had him knowing that you were getting close. Bringing his mouth back down towards your clit, he still looked up at you, and with every word that came out of his mouth, his breath and lips fanned over your aching bud deliciously.

“Look at you, baby girl. Taking my fingers so well. If only there was time for your pretty pussy to cum around my cock, yeah?” His low, sultry voice, broke your from your delirium as you tilted your head back down to his kneeling form to mewl softly at his words. Your thighs began to shake, pussy fluttering even more, as his praise mixed with dirty talk spurred you on. You had to cover your mouth to prevent the loud moans that wanted to bubble up out of your mouth and into the echoey alley way in fear of attracting any sort of attention to warrant someone to check out the area you were in.

His eyes are stuck on yours, full of lust and love. God, did he wish you did have more time. With that thought, his eyes flicker towards his wrist to check the time once more, then shoot right back up to lock with your desperate ones.

“5 minutes, honey. Can you cum for me, baby girl? Let me taste that sweet pussy I love so much, please?” When his voice turns pleading, it does something to you. You don’t want to disappoint him and not give him what he desires, your submissive side wouldn’t allow that.

“Tongue fuck me, I’m close.” Your whiny voice quietly requests of him, and he obliges with your wishes in an instant, his fingers pulling out of your dripping folds to find purpose on your engorged clit, while he shoves his tongue into your glistening hole with expert precision. Bobbing his head in time with your pants, he tongue fucks you to your nearly screaming orgasm, his name muffled behind both hands you had to clamp over your mouth to stop it from happening.

Your thighs clench around his head and shake, hips thrusting in time with his still invading tongue as he makes sure to not let one drop of your slick slip past his puckering lips. The slurping sounds he made had your cheeks flushing once you began to come down from your high.

The moment he pulls away from your pussy to stare into your content ones, does the alarm on his watch go off.

It was time to head back in, and you both couldn’t be late, he couldn’t be late. Not for what was planned.

Securing your still drenched panties back over your pussy, he gives the now clothed core a hasty kiss before springing back up on his feet to tower over your leaned back against the wall form. You immediately reach up to plant a loving, slow kiss to his now swollen lips from his ministrations.

His hands shimmy your dress back down over your slightly trembling thighs while he kisses you back, giving your ass a hard squeeze with both hands grabbing a cheek each. Pulling away he gazes at you lovingly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You make it back to your seats in record time, the lights only starting to dim once your butts are firmly planted in them. Or, yours was. But for some reason, Jungkook was still standing.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Koo—,” you give him a confused look as he cuts you off with a chaste kiss on the cheek before he’s turning around and bounding off, but not before giving you a wink and one last longing glance.

You have no idea what’s going on, and the confidence you once held plummets into oblivion as you’re left alone in the darkness of the theatre, no longer having Jungkook next to you as your rock.

You only hoped he would be back soon, whatever he was up to.

A raucous applause and loud talking has your attention focused back on the stage in front of you and not in the direction that Jungkook ran off in. As if reading your mind, he does exactly that, but not in the way you expected.

Jungkook walks onto the stage and stands in front of the mic stand that’s placed precisely in the middle, directly in front of your shocked form.

Wait. Is he part of the show? What the fuck.

Why didn’t he tell you?

Jungkook waves and smiles at the crowd for a moment, the spotlight illuminating his figure that turns into a focused one once he locks eyes with you. He looks like some sort of god, you swear. The theatre goes even more wild as a melody begins to play and you soak in the energy.

A soft violin is what the sound is, Jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you as he speaks into the mic, gripping it with one hand.

“I wrote this song for someone amazing. Someone who I want you all to meet.”

He doesn’t need to address where you’re at, the whole theatre already knows, but right now all you see is him.

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears as you place your hand over your heart and mouth three words to him.

‘I love you.’

He mouths back the same words, mimicking your position of his hand over his own heart.

‘I love you too.’

The violin intro finishes and Jungkook begins to sing acapella. His voice is perfect. Raspy, but smooth. Deep and powerful, yet romantic. His riffs color the melody, seducing everyone in the audience.

He was born to be on stage, a born singer.

You find yourself hypnotized by the melody and the lyrics.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you)

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true)’

Your body sways side to side as you savor this moment in it’s entirety, truly feeling blessed. The song continues on.

My pride, my heaven, and my love.

It was dark everywhere (it was dark).

In the meantime, a ray of light (a ray of light)

I'm really glad it's you.

We shine because we are together,

Running and falling,

Raise me up and fall down oh.

Would you give me that hand,

how many times will it happen.

If you are tired, you can rest for a while

waiting for you always here.

Daydreamin' bout us facin',

Really don't wanna say it but—’

You hold your breath as Jungkook sings in a crescendo and hits a powerful high note effortlessly, giving you goosebumps. His grip tightens around the mic, his head tilting naturally as he gets lost in the music with his eyes closed.

Instruments join in. Violins and piano, followed by a full orchestra that appears in the background as the curtains pull back to reveal them at the height of the song.

Everyone’s eyes are on Jungkook at this point, especially when he halts mid verse. The song isn’t over; the music still plays in the background. Yet, he steps down the steps located in front of you and walks up to you with purpose in each foot fall.

His hands grip onto the arm rests of your chair as he leans down and kisses you passionately. Adrenaline and fireworks explode in your stomach. In this moment you don’t know or care where you are, nor do you heed any mind to the thousands of pairs of eyes watching you. You kiss him back just as passionately, as the orchestra goes into the song’s climax.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and, still inches away from you, he gives you a smile.

“Everyone’s watching!” You state nervously, as if he wasn’t aware of it already.

“I don’t care.”

He cuts off any protests from you with another deep kiss. The orchestra still plays. He then pulls away from you abruptly and turns to run back up the steps and onto the stage to firmly plant his feet back in front of the mic stand. Gripping the mic once again, he goes into the final verse of the song.

‘If I never met you,

Oh what I look like baby.

Every time I miss you (miss you),

Those words that have become a habit (It's so true).

You're my best friend,

For the rest of my life.

I wish I could turn back time, ooh.

I'll be with you,

For the rest of my life, ooh, ooh, yeah.

Rest of my life.’

The orchestra mellows out, leaving Jungkook’s voice and the soft melody of the violins behind.

The audience applauds in a standing ovation, as do you. Jungkook bows gracefully in response, both hands coming up to wave at the crowd and give hand kisses. His eyes then catch your happy ones, all he really cares about right now, and he blows a kiss to you specifically. You pretend to catch it and hold it to your heart.

He then disappears backstage as the host of the awards show walks up to the microphone. Moments later, Jungkook tip-toes back to his seat and he’s once again sitting next to you. His hand immediately searches for yours, interlocking your hands together as he raises the back of your hand to his lips to leave a kiss.

“How was I?” He whispers lowly, but loud enough for you to hear.

“You were literally perfect.”

Leaning across the arm rest between you, you give him a peck on the lips.

On stage, the host announces the last award of the evening — the ‘Artist of the Year’ award.

“The winner of this year’s Artist of the Year award goes to—,” the host’s voice trails off to build suspense as the crowd, including you and Jungkook, wait with bated breath. He opens the envelope in his hands to read the winner’s name that’s written on a piece of paper inside.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The theatre shakes from applause and energy. This is a well deserved victory that everyone saw coming except Jungkook.

He looks at you in shock.

“I won?” His voice is one of disbelief.

“I knew you could do it, baby!”

You have to pull Jungkook to his feet and push him towards the stage, he’s still full of shock. He walks nervously up the steps and to the host, greeting him with a polite smile as he grabs the golden statue from his extended hands.

Stepping up to the mic, he begins his speech.

“No one knows this, but at a previous time in my career, I was thinking about leaving music. Inspiration had cut me loose and I felt like I was never going to find it again. And then y/n—,” he locks eyes with you as he says this, his voice cracking from emotion as he does so. “—came into my life and reminded me why I love music so much. I am glad to announce that I plan to stick around for many years to come, so please continue to support me and my future endeavors. Thank you.”

With one last graceful bow, the audience goes wild. Some applaud, others cry, reporters point their cameras at you and a thousand flashes go off — welcome to the world of stardom.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The night goes on. The host wraps up the ceremony and all the musicians, celebrities and guests alike exit the theatre. You both linger behind until it’s mainly just you two, minus a few stragglers scattered about that aren’t within listening distance.

“That was a night to remember.” He says as he carefully turns the trophy in all angles, both admiring and relishing the fact that he’s actually holding it in his own two hands.

“Tell me about it!” Your voice is soft, but full of excitement and admiration of your own for the lovely human being in front of you that you get to call yours.

His attention turns to you as he gives you a guilty, but sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry for throwing you into the spotlight. You outshined everyone here.”

“Really? Did I?” You asked playfully, not believing him in the slightest.

“Really.” His expression was warm and full of love as he uttered his next words before leaning in to give you a loving kiss. “In a room full of stars, you were the brightest.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Want to go home?” He murmurs into your hair with a light kiss.

“Not yet. I don’t want this night to end.”

He smiles and rests his head on top of yours.

“Thank you.” His voice is quiet.

“For what?”

“For standing by me. For bringing inspiration back to me. For coming tonight. For so many things.”

His sincere words make you open your eyes as you look at him.

“Well, thank you.”

“What did I do?” He asks genuinely curious.

“For being you, and for loving me as I am.”

“Always. You’re stuck with me.” He grins at you cheekily.

You two look around in the silence and realize you’re finally all alone. But there’s one last thing you need to do before this night ends.

So, you kiss him, before making him stand up with you. You begin walking as he trails behind you with a confused face.

“Where are we going?��

You throw a wink back at him as you give him a sultry smirk.

“Time to give you your reward, from me.”

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[cafffine]

If I had to pick the absolute worst casting for a live action Bad Batch:

-Henry Cavill as Hunter. Generic good-looking guy who can pull of long hair and brooding, no other qualifications necessary.

Bruce Willis as Tech. Had the perfect hairline for Tech a decade or so ago; they can glue on a wig to achieve the same effect.

Benedict Cumberbatch as Crosshair. Facial structure somehow matches Crosshair’s insane proportions and he’s also a jerk in real life.

Dwayne Johnson as Wrecker. In the ballpark of an appropriate casting choice at least, since he’s Polynesian, but to ensure absolutely nothing good comes out of this adaptation, it is utterly ruined by dubbing him over with… wait for it… Larry the Cable Guy.

Jojo Siwa as Omega. Big name child celebrity who’s too old for the role but young enough the studio can pretend she isn’t.

Dee Bradley Baker as Rex. Just throwing out the entire pretense of caring about anything any more.

And the absolute worst for last: Andy Serkis as Echo, who is fully CGI

hi i’m gonna need a warning next time this just reached through my screen and shot me point blank

BRUCE WILLIS????????

#please this so funny I can’t believe you just left this in my inbox like it wouldn’t kill me #JOJO SIWA!??? bestie please take that back I aksbssjsbsjs #is it bad that I can feel ur wrath through my phone? #anyway thank you for this i’ll be thinking about it for the rest of my life #apollonkondric #ask #the bad batch #tbb

[curly-bangtan]

30🆘33🆘34 AAAAAAAAAAAAA 🥳🥳🥳🥳

#30: “you’re secretly so soft, don’t even deny it.”

#33: “let me kiss your pouty lips.”

#34: “okay that’s it, you’re definitely my soulmate.”

A/N: @taexxxiiaa means with Heatwave!Taehyung loll she got too excited…! Any fic member drabbles are non-canon so this could have happened in the Heatwave world but only hypothetically/possibly!!

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“Fuck.” Taehyung looks at his phone screen as it lights up so blindingly bright after plugging it into the charger. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. FUCK!”

[23 unread message]

-23:01-

Roommate hoe: yo wya

-23:05-

Roommate hoe: y u always late

Roommate hoe: u better be on ur way

-23:14-

Roommate hoe: bitch where r u

-23:16-

Roommate hoe: kim taehyung

Roommate hoe: taehyung kim

Roommate hoe: hyung kim tae

-23:17-

Roommate hoe: can u at least reply

-23:19-

Roommate hoe: im getting so pissy

-23:20-

Roommate hoe: n cold

-23:29-

Roommate hoe: where the fuck r u

-23:31-

Roommate hoe: u better not be dead in a ditch somewhere or i killu

-23:33-

Roommate hoe: answer ur phone

-23:45-

Roommate hoe: 45 mins late

Roommate hoe: no sex for u tonight

Roommate hoe: i’m rly mad @ u

Roommate hoe: i’m sleeping with someone else tn

-23:49-

Roommate hoe: istg if u forgot our anniversary

-23:50-

Roommate hoe: is ur phone dead again

-00:00-

Roommate hoe: 1 hour

Roommate hoe: i’m rly fucking mad right now.

Roommate hoe: TAEHYUGN

Roommate hoe: u r dead to me.

[8 miss calls from Roommate hoe]

Taehyung is scared for his life. And then he hears the keys rattle at the front door and his heart drops ten storeys more from the purgatory it had already fallen to. He has never experienced fear like the fear of your wrath, fiery as dragon’s breath and as potent as the venom of a scorpion. He chucks his phone onto his bed, anchored by the charger wire to the wall. And he quietly, cautiously, creeps out from his room.

Okay, you look really fuck hot. In your skin tight leather pants and black mesh top that allows some skin to peak through.

If it wasn’t for the pure rage carved onto your face like you’re some Halloween mask, he would pounce over like a wolf and fuck you on the couch. Except you’re practically breathing out fire through your nose, absolutely seething, arms crossed at the sight of him.

“M-My died phon- My phone died.” He stutters out like a poor kindergarten boy explaining to his teacher that he’d left his homework at home but he promises he did it.

“How. Many. Times. Did. I. Tell. You. To. Pack. Your. Charger. In. Your. Fucking. Bag.” You grit each syllable out so hard that your jaw almost hurts. Gulping, Taehyung watches you shake your heels off and kick them away harder than you need to.

“I’m so so so sorry I forgot, Y/N. I got so carried away at the library, it just completely slipped my mind.” It’s extremely brave of him, you have to say, for him to take those long strides towards you.

“You forgot? We literally were texting about it this afternoon! How the fuck can you forget? It’s our friendship anniversary! We do this ever fucking year!” Taehyung flinches as your volume raises. You almost regret it. But then you remember how fucking cold and embarrassed you were, waiting outside for a whole hour for his dumb ass to show up.

Every year, the two of you like to celebrate the night you had first met at the club. It’s a tradition for you to go to this club together and have a blast of a night, just the two of you, no inviting other friends, no sleeping with anyone else, and then end it with chicken and beer at the local 24hr Korean fried chicken place. It’s tradition!

And because Taehyung just so happen to have coursework due at midnight tonight, he had spent the whole day at the library rushing his project and promised to meet you there. It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind that he would be late; you had had an inkling that he would somehow goof it up and maybe show up 20 minutes past 11 or something. But you didn’t know that he would forget about it entirely.

Fucking ouch.

“Hey, I’m really honestly so tremendously awfully,” he inhales, “extremely terribly immensely appallingly very very sorry. I’m sorry. I fucked up and I have no excuse.”

You stare at him, hand gripping the plastic bag containing something that he doesn’t deserve but you got for him anyway. Fuck the frown lines you’re going to get, you’re gonna frown as much as you fucking can at him. He’s got those wide apologetic puppy eyes, trying to convey his genuine contrite and guilt.

Fuck his stupid puppy eyes.

“Okay. Good night.” You heedlessly toss the bag at him, watching him fumble to catch it in surprise as you walk past him to you room, purposely not making any more eye contact.

To your relief but also annoyance, he’s too busy revealing the contents of the bag to chase after your heel. You don’t slam your door, but you do shut it loud enough to convey how much you’re fuming.

God, you feel like an idiot.

You were just standing there in front of the club, waiting for an hour. So many people you know walked by as well, asking you how come you’re not going in yet. You should have just went in with them.

Taehyung is infuriating sometimes. On good days, he’s cute and ditsy, on bad days, he’s clumsy, incapable, forgetful, careless, unreliable and absent-minded. It really is as if you’re his mother sometimes.

Disgruntled, you flop onto your bed face first, mentally swearing your stupid roommate in six different languages. Then comes the timid knock on the door you were expecting. You ignore it. You hear his muffled throat-clearing, “Y/N… Can I come in?”

You want to ignore him. You want to ignore him so badly. But there’s just something about his boyish innocence that has his claws embedded into you. You sigh, cursing your soft spot for him, and go to open the door.

“Wh-“

You’re silenced when he enshrouds you in his embrace, his honey scent permeating into your mind and making you unable to resist sinking into him. You give yourself credit for being able to not reciprocate the hug. But as he walks you back into your room into your bed, your head buried in his shoulder, his hands clutching your back the way he holds his teddy bear Kimchi when he sleeps, your own arms are itching to circle his neck. The plastic bag dangles from his elbow, swinging at your every step back

With his weight on top of you, you fall onto the mattress. Or more like he forces you to fall onto the mattress, his body propped up over you by his two arms on either side of your face.

“I’m so sorry.”

You refuse to look at him.

“You got me chicken and beer on your way home?” The noisy crinkle of the plastic bag as he takes out the takeaway you had bought for him despite being absolutely livid is vexing.

You should’ve just consumed it all yourself. Why did you even get it for him?

“Yeah, figured you’d forget to eat since you were at the library all day. Plus, unlike some people, I don’t forget our annual friendship traditions.” Grumbling, you fix your eyes on him, determined to coax more guilt from him. Yet instead, it backfires because you feel a warmth in your chest, urging you to forgive him.

“Fuck. Okay, that’s it, you’re definitely my soulmate.” He is cursing at himself in his head, you can tell. As he pushes his hair out of his face in frustration, you want to kiss him stupid. The fuck is wrong with you?

“Ha. Don’t call me your soulmate if you can’t even remember our anniversary.” Puckering your bottom lip out at him, you say. “I’ll kick you in the balls if you don’t get off me.”

Taehyung laughs. It’s a sound that threatens to dissolve your anger, a smile queuing impatiently at your lips. Don’t break. “You wouldn’t. You just went all the way to to get me fried chicken and beer even after I stood you up on our anniversary. You’re secretly so soft, don’t even deny it.”

“Shut it, dickface.” You attempt to roll away from under him but he cages you between his arms. “Look how you take advantage of my kindness towards you. You don’t deserve me.”

“I knowwww I don’t deserve you. I will do all the grovelling for as long as you want me. I’ll do laundry for the rest of the month. I’ll wash the dishes every time. I’ll buy you bubble tea any time you want me to. Pleaseeeee.” Whining, he squeezes your cheeks between his two unholy massive palms and nuzzles into your neck.

Ugh, you’re so sick of him. He’s impossible.

“Firstly, the last time you did laundry, you stained all our white clothes pink.” You yank him by his hair off your neck. “Secondly, I don’t trust you with the dishes because you’ve already broken my favourite mug. And third, no take backs on the bubble tea.”

He smiles at you sheepishly. He knows how incompetent he is, how he is honestly a twenty-something year old toddler. A man child.

When he doesn’t say anything, plainly staring at you with his cheeks risen so high from his smile, you finally give in and giggle.

God, why is your roommate so annoying?

“Haha! Got you! You can’t stay mad at me.” Taehyung shakes you by the head triumphantly like a baby playing, borderline trying to decapitate, his doll.

“Let go! I’m getting whiplash!” The laughter sputters out of you traitorously.

“Let me kiss your pouty lips then.”

You hate that you let him, and you hate how just like that, you’re not mad at your best friend anymore. As he kisses you so softly and apologetically, you melt into him, forgetting how rudely you were cursing him an hour ago.

Later, you two eat the Korean fried chicken and drink the cans of beer on your bed, reminiscing about your early days after initially moving in together, laughing at all those weird awkward encounters.

It’s your friendship anniversary, so you don’t have sex tonight. But ironically you can’t stop kissing as he cuddles you to sleep.

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05/11/2019

© Copyright 2019

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[paganvamp]

Saving Grace: Chapter Seven

Meet Damon Salvatore!

(Holy shit this a long chapter)

2009 AD: The Other Brother

Elena was soaked, standing chest-deep in the muddy lake as Ric looked on from the woods above.

“Damon! How are you even here?”

“Thanks for the tip, brother.” Damon’s voice, disapproving and frustrated, sounded from his place behind Ric, leaning against the tree trunk next to him. Neither of them seemed too bothered that he had just launched Elena into the water, though Ric did have the decency to look a bit sheepish.

“You sold me out!” Elena accused.

“You think I'd take you to a mountain range of werewolves on a full moon without backup?”

“Get out of the water, Elena.”

“If I get out of the water, you’re gonna make me go home.” Elena protested.

“Yes, because I’m not an idiot like you.”

“Right now, you’re both acting like idiots.” Ric groused, rolling his eyes, and walking further away from the bickering pair.

“Well, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. Probably won’t be the last.” Grace’s voice could be heard before she came into view, but it was clear from the tone she meant the jibe with affection and good humor.

“You dragged Grace all the way out here just to babysit me?” Elena frowned at Damon.

“He dragged Grace all the way out here because she doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” Grace responded in Damon’s stead. A moment of silence as Damon and Elena stared accusingly at each other.

“You gave up on him, Damon.”

A klaxon-sounding bell tore Grace from her vision-dream, and she was momentarily too discombobulated to realize it was her own alarm clock. Who the fuck are Damon and Ric? Grace sighed. And why the fuck are they looking for werewolves? She’d just gotten over her strange Stefan vision, and the uneasy feeling of her hand in his. Elena liked him, seemed to trust him, and Caroline thought he was God’s gift… it was only Bonnie who seemed to share Grace’s reservations.

Pulling her phone off the charger, Grace found she had a string of new messages. Navigating to the three-way chat between herself, Bonnie, and Elena (some things needed to be Caroline-free), she noticed that the other two girls had apparently had an entire conversation while Grace was asleep.

E: Any word on the psychic front? Am I gonna win the lottery today?

B: ha-ha. I told you, Grams was drunk. No winning lottery numbers here

E: 2 bad. Aunt Jenna really wanted that new tv

B: Grace, I hope Ur not ignoring us. That’s very rude

E: She’s probably still asleep, Bon. It’s like 5 am

There were more, as well as some texts from Caroline, but all Grace could see was one word floating in front of her eyes: psychic. She’d prayed that Bonnie would show some inclination toward magic, that she would have someone to talk to and practice with. Could this be the first signs of her Tapping into her powers?

Quickly - so quickly her first draft was unrecognizable as English – she typed out a response to Elena and Bonnie.

G: I’m awake. Psychic???

While waiting for a response, she alternated between reading the rest of her notifications and beginning the arduous process of brushing and braiding her elbow-length hair. Strangely, Grace had yet to receive Caroline’s customary ‘good morning’ message, which usually consisted of a precise list of all the plans she’d made for the entire day, and maybe an actual ‘good morning,' if she remembered. She did, however, have multiple texts from Caroline dated the night before.

C: If you notice any new tall, dark & handsomes around town, know I’ve already called dibs – 8:00 PM

C: could you please tell Elena she just needs to jump S’s bones already? She listens to u – 8:30 PM

C: OK srsly, I’m asking — has Vicki always been such an attention whore – 8:45 PM

C: don’t answer that – 8:46 PM

No other texts had come in from Caroline until hours later, when she sent the last message of the night:

C: Elena may be a prude, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get some. Don’t wait up ; ) – 10:30 PM

So, clearly Caroline had run into her ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ last night and taken him home. The last part of the message, ‘don’t wait up ; )’, sent a pang through Grace. She remembered when she was the one sending her friends texts like that. Not now, Grace. It’s school time. Mostly, she was fine, didn’t think of Bryan at all… but sometimes a memory would hit her like a fuckton of bricks. She shook off the sudden melancholy and gathered up the scattered grimoires and spiral notebooks strewn across her room from the night before. No wonder she’d stopped answering messages at 8:00 – after pouring over magical tomes for hours, she had fallen asleep early.

“Grace, hurry!” Aimee’s voice urged from her room across the hall. “Don’t you have practice today?” Oh, shit. No matter how good Caroline’s mystery man had been last night, she would happily skewer Grace over a bonfire if she were late for practice again, and her practice clothes were in her duffel in the school locker room. If she was late to school, she wouldn’t be able to grab them before class, which would mean she’d have to detour before practice to get them and… well. Either way, she needed to move her ass or she’d be late to first period. She winced; It was kind of a habit of hers, unfortunately.

“Shit, Aims, I really have to go! Are y’all ready, or can you get dad to drive you?” ‘Y’all,' a phrase reminiscent of her childhood in Louisiana, usually only made an appearance around family members or when she was in a hurry.

“Neither.” Chloe called grouchily from the bathroom, down the hall from her sister’s rooms. She was not a morning person — which was lucky for her, since she’d somehow ended up with study hall (aka an hour to sleep in) first thing in the morning. “Dad left already, which you would know if you ever woke up on time.” Since she didn’t have time to argue, Grace let the snide comment go this once.

“Then get in the car, we have to leave, Chloe!” Where is my damn history book? Grace’s room was a mess of grimoires and textbooks and writings by and for witches. The history book was buried somewhere in the sea of paper and ink.

Chloe’s head popped out from the bathroom, a furiously indignant look on her pretty face. Her hair was to Grace a rat’s nest of clips and curlers and bobby pins, though she was sure it made sense to Chloe.

“Not all of us are okay with looking like Leif Erikson every day, you know.” As mothers are wont to do, Cecile somehow sensed an argument brewing and appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Grace, you go. Take Aimee if she’s ready. I don’t have anything until the afternoon – I can drive Chloe.” As Assistant Curator of the history museum in the city, Cecile worked strange hours and dealt with a fairly lengthy commute every day, but she and Joseph – manager at a bakery in town — felt it worth the sacrifice.

“I’m ready!” To prove her point, the only brunette among them sailed past her mother and sister down the stairs, bag over her shoulder and shoes already on. Shoving her feet into the first pair of tennis shoes she saw, Grace stuffed her history book — found under her bed, for some reason — into her bag and followed Aimee to the car.

Grace needn’t have worried about Caroline’s wrath; when she reached the school, Caroline was nowhere in sight. Bonnie and Elena were, though, so after saying goodbye to her sister, she headed their way, just in time for Stefan to join them.

“Good morning, Elena. Good morning, Bonnie, Grace.” Grace smiled and nodded at him, more focused on Bonnie’s reaction to him than a warm welcome. She hadn’t had any time to see if either of the two girls had responded to her inquiry about Bonnie’s supposed psychic powers, so she’d just have to observe and bring it up later.

“Hey,” the greeting was short and uncomfortable, even for Grace, as Bonnie cast her eyes around for an escape route, “Um, I gotta find Caroline. She’s not answering her phone. So, I’ll see you guys later.” Late and unreachable? Maybe mystery man was more Ted Bundy than Casanova? But before Grace could ask if Caroline really was AWOL or simply being used as an escape route, Bonnie was gone.

“She doesn’t like me very much.” How astute.

“She doesn’t know you.” Elena corrected gently, smoothing ruffled feathers as usual. “She’s my best friend. She’s just looking out for me. But when she does, she will love you.”

“Bonnie’s one of those resistant-to-change types, at least when it comes to the friend group.” Grace offered. She felt awkward, as she agreed with Bonnie but was standing with Stefan.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Uh-oh. That’s her ‘I have a plan’ voice. “Are you free tonight?” Grace didn’t need any powers of divination to see where this was going.

“Yes.”

“Perfect. Dinner; My house, 8:00; You, me, and Bonnie.” Elena turned to Grace, an invitation on her lips.

“Oh, no. I’m not getting in the middle of that. This is Bonnie’s thing.” No need to mention her own reservations, especially if it meant getting out of the sure-to-be-awkward dinner.

“Fine. Stefan and Bonnie will spend some quality time and she’ll get to see what a great guy you are. Mission accomplished.” Elena had quite the self-satisfied smile on her face, as if she’d solved world hunger and not Bonnie’s bad attitude. In the silence, a familiar voice sounded in Grace’s ear.

“….Do, Ty?” It was Matt, clearly, but the words were faint. Grace could only make out a few of them,“…made…choice.”

“…One.” Tyler responded.

“Hey, I didn’t know Matt was here already.” Grace exclaimed, just to say something. Elena gave her a strange look.

“What are you talking about? How do you know Matt is here?” Elena knew Matt’s voice as well as Grace did. It should have caught her attention as well, shouldn’t it?

“You didn’t hear him and Tyler?” It was Stefan’s turn to give a strange look, but this one she couldn’t decipher. She wasn’t willing to read him again, so she was left bewildered at the searching expression on his face.

“…Ty, don’t! Ty!” That was louder, but before Grace could make a comment, Stefan was whirling around to catch the football that had been aimed directly at his head. He threw it back — a good throw, maybe better than Tyler’s. Elena laughed at Tyler’s shocked reaction, but Grace was focused on something else. They’re so far away… Grace had always had good senses — perfect vision, a sometimes-too-sensitive consciousness of smell, good hearing — but that was almost… inhuman. No wonder Elena was confused. She hadn’t heard a thing they’d said. Noticing more students arriving, they made their way inside the school, where Elena was not ready to forget Stefan’s display outside.

“That throw was insane. I didn’t know you played football.”

“I used to.” He looked nostalgic for a moment. “It was a long time ago.”

“So why don’t you try out for the team?” Grace asked. Football player and cheerleader may have been a cliché, but it was a cute one.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Stefan appeared to think the suggestion was ludicrous.

“So, you don’t like football?” Elena clarified. I hope the mixed signals aren’t a Thing with him.

“No, I love football. I think it’s a great sport.” Grace would beg to differ, though she would never tell Matt. “But in this case, I don’t think football likes me. You saw Tyler over there, and we both know how Matt feels.” The word ‘both’ let Grace know she was heading into third-wheel territory, so she told Elena she’d see her at lunch and made her way to her locker, where her worst nightmare had come true.

Tyler and Vicki. Kissing. She supposed the pair were always either fucking or fighting, so no option was great, but at least when they were fighting, they weren’t a unified front. They wouldn’t tag-team to make her day more difficult. In fact, one of them might even go out of their way to make her life easier, just to spite the other.

Maybe she was glad to be single after all.

“Luctor et emergo.” Grace muttered, as she elbowed her way past the writhing couple to her locker. Grace’s parents had insisted on all three of their children learning both Latin and French from an incredibly early age. Back then, Grace simply thought they were classists or wanted to set their kids apart somehow. Now she knew their true motives – Traditional Magic, and its spells, were almost entirely recited in Latin; the witches of the Quarter use Ancestral Magic – a large part of which was in French. Since childhood, Grace had a habit of slipping into another language in times of stress or hardship — similar to her use of ‘y’all’ — which seemed to be happening a lot more lately. Luctor et emergo: I struggle and emerge. A frequently used phrase when walking the halls of Mystic Fall High School. Another thing becoming more common lately was upper arm work-outs — for days, Grace had been shoving every textbook and spiral bound she could into her backpack and lugging it around all day, just so she could avoid the two forces of nature currently sucking each other’s faces off. The one bright spot was that Vicki had seemed to loosen up on her vendetta against all associated with Elena Gilbert.

Slamming her locker door shut, Grace glanced at her phone again. Bonnie was right — not a peep from Caroline. She began to type a message when the warning bell clanged, signaling two minutes to get to class. She would have to locate Caroline later.

Cheerleading practice was the highlight of Grace’s day. There was almost nothing she loved more than the rush that came from flying and tumbling, except maybe magic. Yes, she hated football — basketball was much less boring, without all that stopping and starting — but cheer was worth it. Of course, she’d made her three closest friends through the squad, and it was one of the few subjects she and Chloe seemed to agree on. Then there was the adrenaline rush, as well as the benefits of having to keep her body in such good condition. It didn’t hurt that the uniform was adorable, either; Grace was proud of the body both nature and cheer had given her, and tended to prefer silhouettes and styles that accentuated her curves, complimenting her features — which, of course, the uniform was basically designed for.

After dropping her water bottle and bag at the edge of the field, Grace began stretching near Bonnie.

“Seriously, if you could maybe make yourself look a little uglier next practice, I think we’d all appreciate it.” Bonnie japed, eyeing the cherry-red spandex shorts and black sports bra Grace had donned for practice.

“You’re one to talk.” Dana, doing the splits a few feet away, called to Bonnie. “Like, could you turn down the glow a little bit, Bonnie?” Grace herself dropped into the splits, having loosened up enough, and slowly rotated forward until she was flat on her stomach. She looked up to see Bethany, a fellow senior, inches away doing the same. Beth, who shared Grace’s weird sense of humor, grabbed Grace’s hand.

“Tell my family…” she whispered, as though she were dying. “Tell my family I died well.” She collapsed loosely on the grass as Grace wailed in feigned grief.

“No, Beth! Come back! I’ll miss you!” Before the charade could continue too far, Grace heard Bonnie’s voice from just outside her limited field of vision.

“Oh, my God! You’re here!” She sounded stunned.

“Yep.” Elena! Grace contorted herself as far as she could without spraining something and saw her two friends standing above her. “I can’t be sad girl forever. The only way to get things back to the way they were are to do things that were.” Grace wasn’t sure that made sense. She slowly pushed herself back up into a sitting position and Bonnie and Elena each grabbed a hand to help her up. “Oh, and you're coming to dinner tonight.” This could end poorly.

“I am?”

“Mm-hmm. You, me, and Stefan.” Bonnie gave The Look. “You have to give him a chance.”

“Tonight's no good. Have you seen Caroline? I texted her like a hundred times.” So, Caroline was still missing… Grace was seriously starting to worry. Missing practice was perhaps the most Un-Caroline thing that could possibly happen.

“Don't change the subject, Bonnie Bennett! You're going to be there.”

“Fine. I'll go.” No one could talk Elena out of something when she set her mind to it, not even Bonnie Bennett.

“Good.”

“Can I circle back to the Caroline thing?” This was probably an appropriate time for Grace to circle back to the psychic thing, but anxiety was gnawing at her. “Neither of you have heard from her. Like at all?” They both shook their heads, then all three girls looked around as if Caroline might pop out of a bush.

“Seriously, where is Caroline?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like her.” Grace was already reaching into her bag for her phone.

“I’ll try her again.” Before she could, however, a car pulled up to the field, containing none other than Caroline… and ‘Damon’. Dream Damon. Grace couldn’t equate Caroline’s sexy-bad-boy mystery guy to the obnoxious but lovable older-brother type she’d dreamt earlier.

“Uh…”

“Oh, my God. That must be the mystery guy from the grill.” Grace suggested. Her friends seemed dumbfounded, and some part of her found it good to know they were just as lost as Grace.

“That’s not a mystery guy.” Or not. “That’s Damon Salvatore.” Grace’s head swung toward Elena so fast she almost gave herself whiplash.

“Salvatore, as in Stefan?” So, she’d had visions of both brothers within days of each other? Each one an indication of future best-friendships? Caroline sauntered over to them, looking smug as all hell even with that ridiculous scarf around her neck. I’m all for a fashion statement, but at cheer practice?

“I got the other brother.” She said to Elena. Well, that explained some of it. Grace knew about Caroline’s deeply buried resentment of Elena, and the fact that never dealt with it or addressed it — she didn’t need to be an Empath to know that, because Caroline had told her. But even if she hadn’t, Grace could practically smell it radiating off of Caroline, she was so upset. “Hope you don’t mind.” Clearly not true. “Sorry I’m late, girls.” She addressed the whole squad this time. “I, uh, was busy.” That little smirk at the corner of her mouth let Grace know that she wasn’t completely wrong about Caroline’s activities the previous night. “All right, let’s start with the double pike herkey hurdler, what do you say?” The girls quickly formed lines, never willing to risk Caroline’s drill-sergeant-esque wrath, and Caroline began counting. Grace, who was behind Elena, could see the younger girl struggling with the maneuver and wondered if Caroline had chosen it on purpose. “Elena, sweetie, why don’t you just observe today? Okay?” It was never a good thing when Caroline used the word “sweetie," and smoke was practically coming out of Elena’s ears. “Keep going! Okay. Do it again, from the top! And 5…” as she went back to counting beats, Grace and Bonnie threw Elena as many commiserative looks as they could. But Elena’s attention had been drawn to the football field, where Stefan Salvatore himself was running plays. The girls watched as Tyler rammed into Stefan, all his weight behind it, and they went down.

“…Gonna live, Salvatore?” Coach Tanner called to the boy, still prone on the grass. Grace could fucking feel Tyler’s emotions from across the field, he was so worked up; he was pissed that some new guy was climbing the popularity ladder so fast, and though a part of him truly did hate Stefan for Matt’s sake, mostly he was jealous himself. It was moments like this when Grace remembered why she hated Tyler so much. The douchebag is using Matt as an excuse to deal with his Alpha Male Complex. Maybe next he’ll pee all over the school like a dog, just to mark his territory.

Stefan got up, and the boys huddled up again; Grace turned her focus back to Caroline’s instructions.

Grace was not looking forward to the football game. Between Caroline’s pettiness being at peak capacity, Elena’s patience at an all-time low, and Bonnie still refusing to come around and give Stefan a chance, Grace figured every moment spent not cheering would be in mediation. As soon as she arrived, she made it her mission to finally talk about the ‘Bonnie’s psychic’ text that had been hovering around her mind all day. Along the way, she ran into Elena, who had apparently quit the squad, and Stefan, who had apparently joined the football team — not quite the stereotypical couple she’d imagined earlier, but whatever.

Finally managing to locate Bonnie, Grace dove straight into what she’d been itching to ask all day.

“So, Bonnie. Psychic?” Bonnie scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“You know how my Grams will get drunk and then start telling me all these stories about magic and fairies and everything…”

“Yeah, I’ve experienced it a time or two.” Perhaps because Sheila knew Grace herself was a witch, she had even less of a filter when Grace was around.

“Well, the other day she starts going on about how I’m psychic.” As Bonnie explained Sheila Bennett’s drunken rambles, Grace realized what Bonnie had yet to put together. Her Grams was telling the truth – Bonnie was a witch. A powerful one, judging by her lineage and psychic abilities — not as strong as Grace’s, but present enough to mean Bonnie’s powers were likely almost unparalleled. “… I mean its crazy, right?” Bonnie was laughing, but there was the smallest part of her that was starting to think maybe it wasn’t so crazy after all.

“Yeah, maybe.” Grace didn’t think it was quite time to reveal herself to Bonnie, but she didn’t want to be unsupportive either. “But, I mean, I totally predicted the end of that movie the other day, so maybe Grams is on to something.”

“Guys, hello?” Caroline had found them. “Are you going to cheer, or are you going to chat?” The two girls rolled their eyes.

“Good to see you, too, Care Bear.” Caroline ignored them, instead using that freaky talent of hers to hone in on the slightest of imperfections.

“Hey, Tiki, it’s all wobbly. Can you stand straight, please? Could someone please help Tiki?”

Grace had her arms wrapped around Matt, despite his protests that he was fine.

“You’re not fine, you dumbass. You just found your teacher and coach…” She didn’t want to say it out loud. “You’re the one who found him, okay? Don’t pretend that didn’t suck.” They were standing by his stupid truck, the light from the ambulance and police cars throwing strange red and blue shadows over everything. The cab door was open, as Grace had bodily slammed into Matt’s back as he made to get inside and clung to him like a monkey.

“Yeah, Gracie, it sucked.” He sighed. “What kind of animal would do something like this?” Caroline’s mom had made the announcement not long ago – Coach Tanner was the victim of another animal attack, this time right in town. Grace shrugged.

“A starving one, I guess.” But Tanner hadn’t been eaten. Just attacked. Like the others. Matt rubbed his hand down Grace’s back as if he were the one comforting her.

“C’mon, Gracie. I’ll drive you home. You can get your car tomorrow.” He walked her around to the passenger’s side, the door of which sometimes stuck shut, and helped her climb up before finally getting in himself. The air conditioning rattled, a comforting, familiar sound in the silence. Grace toed off her white Nfinities, flexing her aching feet. She’d been an idiot in practice last week and fucked up her ankle during a particularly poorly executed scorpion stunt. She’d wrapped it in elastic wrap her mother had spelled with healing charms before the game, but it was no miracle cure. Matt must have noticed her grimace, because he glanced at her with a disapproving big brother look, despite being a year younger than her.

“How many times have I told you to keep your legs straight?”

“Well, look at you, Mr. Cheerleading Expert.” Grace mocked him, not wanting to admit that he had told her that countless times. After nearly 7 years of watching (and sometimes unwillingly participating) in backyard cheer practice, Matt was somewhat knowledgeable in the sport. Knowledgeable enough to know a stunt will fall if the flyer can’t keep her fucking legs straight, anyway. “Don’t worry, Caroline already tore me a new one.” Damn, had she ever. The moment Grace went down, she’d felt Caroline’s hawk-like gaze on her, even through the bodies of her bases. ‘Stop giving me excuses, Sinclair. It’s been four months! Get it together.’ Elena had been in Grace’s stunt group when her parents were killed, which left the foursome someone bereft of a base when she quit. Caroline had frantically rearranged but getting used to a new base was always an adjustment. Selfishly, Grace was just glad none of this had happened when she was captain.

“Yeah, well Caroline can be a nutcase but this time she’s kind of right.” Grace could feel herself getting defensive, even though he was once again correct, but didn’t want to say something that might stall the effectively distracting conversation. Matt might pretend to be blasé, but Grace was calling bullshit.

“Yeah, I get it mom, I need to be more careful.” By this time, they’d reached Matt’s house and, despite Grace living literally fifteen feet away, Matt drove past his own driveway and pulled into hers. “Seriously, dude?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m a gentleman,” Matt smirked, “sue me.” Rolling her eyes affectionately, Grace moved to unbuckle her seatbelt when she noticed Matt staring toward her house with a strange look on his face. She’d seen that look before. She waited for him to break the sudden silence, but he was lost in thought.

“Matt?” She prompted quietly. She knew what he was going to say, and if talking about it was going to keep his mind off Tanner’s mangled body a little longer, then she’d talk about it.

“It feels weird.” That’s specific. “Looking at… this.” He gestured vaguely towards her house, then back towards his. “I mean… yours is so…”

“Big?” It wasn’t really, not for a family of five — it was actually a completely average house in every way. Two floors, four bedrooms — well, three bedrooms and a converted office — two bathrooms. But next to Matt’s she supposed, it did look a bit extravagant.

“And your car is so…” Again, he trailed off, searching for a nice way to call her spoiled. She didn’t take offense.

“Fancy?” She did drive an Audi - cherry red and the love of her life — but (here comes the justification, she nearly cringed) her father had wanted an Audi for years. By the time they’d saved up enough, they had three little kids and it was impractical. So they kept the savings set aside and when Grace turned 16, her dad finally got his dream car… for her. ‘If you so much as scratch the paint, this car is mine,' her father had warned. Chloe, much to her disappointment, had gotten a Honda as her first car. It was a perfectly good car, but certainly not an Audi. Matt sighed and gave her a sheepish look.

“I’m sorry. I just look at the difference between the two… who knew one yard could feel like such a big divide?” It wasn’t like Matt lived in the “bad part of town” and Grace’s house happened to be the closest. His house should have been perfectly normal, just like hers. But his mother wasn’t the best with finances… Or upkeep… Or mothering. She hated that her family’s good fortune made Matt feel so inferior.

“Well, if anyone can bridge that divide, Donovan… it’s you.” Matt would almost certainly settle quite happily into the small town life, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be a better small town life. He smiled at her, shaking off the seriousness.

“Well, it certainly won’t be the girl who can’t even keep her legs straight.” She punched him, both of them laughing. She gathered her shoes and bag and jumped down onto the still-warm asphalt.

“Goodnight, Donovan.” She called, circling around to his side of the truck. “But seriously. If you’re ever not fine…” she paused, searching for a way to end that statement that didn’t sound too smothering. “Well, you know where I live.” He smiled at her, backing out and pulling into his own car port, before waving goodnight as the side door into the kitchen slammed behind him. Making her way inside, Grace was nearly tackled to the ground by her sister, and she suddenly knew what Matt must have felt like when she leapt on him at his truck.

“Oh my God, Gracie, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Aims. I wasn’t…” I wasn’t there. But she was there, was just around the corner when a wild animal viciously attacked a man she knew. “I didn’t even…” I didn’t even see the body. But she had, just before the coroner draped a white sheet over her old history teacher and loaded him into a van headed to the morgue. “Matt found him.” Matt had it worse. That’s what she meant. She wasn’t fine, but Matt had it so much worse, so how could she admit that? Maybe that’s what Matt himself had felt, in some form.

“Oh my God, that’s awful.” Her sisters weren’t at the game, thank God, as Chloe had dance rehearsal and Aimee a date. All of their knowledge was second-hand and incomplete, which possibly made their worry worse. Or would, when rehearsal was over, and Chloe checked her phone to undoubtedly find dozens of messages ranging from factual to wild rumor. “Was it really a bear?” Grace snorted. She had no idea what kind of animal had attacked Tanner, but whatever story Aimee had heard probably involved some hulking Goliath of a grizzly storming onto the football field and biting the coach in two.

“I have no idea, Aims. No one saw anything.” So it was probably not a bear. Something stealthier, like a cougar. “Have you spoken to mom and dad?” Their parents were also out on a rare date night and Grace wasn’t sure if the news had reached them yet. If so, they were likely speeding their way home at this moment. But Grace’s younger sister shook her head.

“I don’t think they’ve heard yet. I didn’t want to spoil date night and tell them.”

“What about your date? I’m sorry it was cut short.” It was Aimee’s turn to snort, sounding just like Grace.

“I’m not. He spent the entire time bouncing between checking his phone and his reflection.”

“Yikes.” Grace knew her sister’s pain. “I guess maybe one good thing came out of this evening then, yeah?” Aimee worried her lip, something clearly on her mind. “What’s up, Aims?”

“I just… all these animal attacks… do you know of anything that could help?”

“What, like hunting the thing down?”

“No, doofus. Magically. Are there… protection spells or talismans or something, so I don’t have to constantly worry about you and Chloe and mom and dad?” As the only non-witch in the family — though their father practiced very rarely – Aimee’s knowledge of magic had limitations.

“Um, sure. Probably. But I’ve already got my jet.” To illustrate the point, Grace held her hands out her sister, the black rings sparkling on her fingers. She wasn’t technically supposed to wear much jewelry while cheering, but the thumb ring was inconspicuous and unlikely to cause problems. It was also a security blanket of sorts. The other one, the one she’d bought for herself only a few years ago, she took off right before cheering and put on again immediately after.

“Yeah, I don’t know if Chloe’s into the whole black-jewelry thing.” If Grace was into it, then Chloe likely wasn’t, more out of conscious decision than personal preference, but it didn’t matter. There were other alternatives. Grace sat at the dining room table, sliding her mother’s grimoire to her sister.

“Pick your favorite, then.”

Grace completely fucking forgot about the Founder’s Party. Like, literally, would not have remembered to go if her mom and sisters didn’t scream at her to ‘go get ready because your date is picking you up in an hour’. Actually, they walked into Matt’s house, uninvited — where she had been celebrating the news that the culprit of all the animal attacks had been killed (a cougar, like she thought) — and marched her back home.

When Jeffrey Lockwood-Hamilton had approached her and asked her to go to the Founder’s Party with him, quote ‘because it’s going to be so boring and you might actually make it bearable,' she’d been flattered, if confused. It wasn’t that she and Jeffrey were unfriendly, but they didn’t associate much, what with him being two years younger. Grace supposed that, the times they had hung out had been at other excruciatingly dull parties such as the Miss Mystic pageant, which Caroline required Grace to go to every year for ‘moral support’. They’d entertained each other while their respective ‘dates’ had been occupied, so she supposed it had become somewhat of an unspoken tradition that she and Jeff would hang out at parties.

So, here she was, digging her red party dress out from the closet and wincing as Chloe none-too-gently twisted her hair into an updo. The dress was pretty, standard, just passed the knees with a simple, straight silhouette and thin straps. She threw on some strappy sandals and grabbed a purse right as Jeff rang the bell.

“Ready to have some fun?” He asked sarcastically by way of greeting.

“Cheer up, Jeff.” Grace coaxed. “There’s always champagne.”

When they arrived, Grace immediately spotted a potential problem: Damon Salvatore, looking unfairly handsome in his dark suit, was on Caroline’s arm, and they were chatting with Elena and Stefan. Caroline was still sporting that weird-ass scarf.

“I’m about to be super fucking tacky, Jeff, and leave you alone for a few minutes.” Grace grimaced as she made her excuse. Jeff laughed.

“You’re fine, Grace. Go say hey. Bring me back a glass or two of champagne if you can sneak it past my mom.” He nodded to the corner, where his mother had one eye on the heritage display and one on her son.

“Sure thing.” As Grace approached, Caroline began dragging a wary Stefan onto the dance floor before spotting the older girl.

“Gracie, you’re here!”

“I am! And you’re with Stefan.” It was a question phrased as a statement.

“Damon won’t dance with me,” Caroline pouted, “but apparently Stefan is quite talented.” He looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

“Well, he’ll have to be to keep up with you, Miss Mystic.” Caroline beamed at the reminder of her potential title and the compliment.

“Why don’t we find out?” Stefan suggested, motioning Caroline forward. That was clearly code for “let’s get this over with,” but Care either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. Grace continued forward to Damon and Elena, who were studying the heritage displays.

“…I just… I hope you two can work it out.” Elena was saying, in her “Elena voice”.

“I hope so, too.” Damon’s tone rang of double entendre, but Grace dismissed it and made her presence known.

“Founding Families, huh?” She asked, looking over the document they were in front of. “Riveting.”

“You make fun, but you New Orleans-folks have your traditions too.” Elena poked fun right back at Grace, the age-old debate familiar and affectionate. Damon turned to her.

“You’re from New Orleans?”

“I am. I’m Grace.” Knowing he was Stefan’s brother, Grace was beyond reluctant to shake his hand and experience that same slimy emptiness, but it would be extremely rude not to.

“Damon.” He extended his arm and Grace placed her small hand in his, hoping she didn’t look as apprehensive as she felt. His hand was warm, but his soul was cold. Cold and dead, like Stefan’s, but there was something else… a warmth not from life or love, but bitterness and hate and malice all festering inside of him. There’s more than this to him. The Damon she had seen in her vision, the one she had been friends with — closer even than her and Stefan would become, judging from the emotions in her vision — was not this embittered, cancerous thing currently in front of her. So, she pushed deeper and deeper, shoving her way past all the black and bad, until finally, finally, there was something else. Something surprising. Insecurity and… longing. Love, or… something he thought was love. Something that maybe used to be love but was now merely the impression of it. Intelligence still glimmered in every corner of this part of his soul, but it wasn’t the cold cunning of before. It was hard won, a lifetime’s worth — several lifetimes worth — of mistakes and knowledge and experience. This was the Damon she would come to know, someone broken but too proud to show it, who used acerbic humor as both a defense mechanism and a show of support for those few he cared for. Suddenly becoming aware that this handshake was starting to become too long to be normal, she pulled her hand away as he looked her over, assessing. Too deep. She’d pushed her powers too far, had already reached her limit and was practically exhausted and out of breath, like she’d been running. She tried to covertly catch her breath, hoping Damon and Elena didn’t notice.

“Have you been? To New Orleans, I mean.”

“I lived there. Once.”

“Really?” Grace’s eyes widened. It wasn’t often she met other people who’d experienced the magic of New Orleans, let alone lived there. “Do you miss it? I know I do.” He smiled a touch nostalgically.

“Well, it was a long time ago.” There was something in his voice as he said "long time,” the same thing that had been in Stefan’s as he said the same words about playing football. Something that implied more. “But it was a hell of a lot fun.” Grace gave him a once-over.

“You know, Damon, I think you and I are going to get along just fine.” Damon’s eyes gleamed with something even she couldn’t quite place.

“I look forward to it, Grace.”

As Damon and Elena headed off toward the dance floor and their respective dates, Grace noticed Bonnie sitting at a table by herself. She knew that she was ignoring Jeff, but she hadn’t spoken to Bonnie all day, and she had the rest of the party to hover by his side. She made her way over, but when she was a few feet away, the breeze blew out the candle sitting as the centerpiece on the table. Bonnie turned her head, focusing her attention on the candle.

It re-ignited.

Grace stumbled, nearly fell over. Bonnie started, blowing the candle out and glancing around to make sure no one saw. From this short distance away, Grace could feel Bonnie’s budding realization that her Gram’s drunken rambles were true, her fear and confusion, her paranoia and loneliness. And Grace couldn’t let Bonnie believe she was alone in this. So, she righted herself, marched over to her friend, and grabbed her arm. Bonnie looked up at her, obviously scared she had witnessed the candle incident.

“I think we need to talk.” Grace pulled her friend out of her chair and away from bustle of the party. “There’s some things you need to hear.”

#saving grace #masterlist #oc #kol mikaelson #damon salvatore #fanfic #the vampire diaries #the originals #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson

[imgoingtohellsofuckit]

Cocky Hero pt 4

Hawks x Reader

Warnings - nothing

Summary - The game seems to be going strong

Waking up in the guest bedroom alone was a surprise. You thought somehow Hawks would find himself in the room. But the fact you were waking up about three hours late for work was even more than a surprise. The second your sleepy eyes hit the clock on the wall you jumped from the soft bed and ran out to pull on your dress from last night. You don't have time to change to go home.

"Woah what's got you running around?" Hawks asks as you march into his living room to grab your heels.

"I'm late! Really late," You panic, "I could get fired! I could lose my job and my house!" You can feel you heart racing in fear. "Listen I have to go it's been fun but-"

"It's 8 am," He says, "you never leave before 8."

You look down at your phone to confirm it. Then you sigh loudly in relief.

"Oh my god I almost had a heart attack," You say to him, "the clock in your quest bedroom is wrong. Wow that's one way to wake up." You adjust your purse on your shoulder and look to him and smile lightly. He chuckles lightly. "I should get home tho. I need to get ready."

"Alright," He says.

"Your clothes are in the hamper in your hallway," You tell him, "last night was fun. Thanks for letting me vent to you. And then ask you personal questions."

"I'd never stop people from asking questions," He says.

"Well thanks for answering them," You tell him.

"How do you know if I answered them honestly?" He asks.

"I don't know for sure," You say, "but you just seemed real last night. Like finally I was seeing the tiniest smidge of the guy behind the title." You smile lightly. "Now at the risk of inflating your ego... I think we should hang out like friends more. Even after our game finishes. I like talking to you."

"Yeah I could get behind that," He says, "I like talking to you too."

You chuckle.

"I should get going," You tell him, "see ya around Hawks."

"See ya Y/n."

As you step through the portal into your house you can't help but smile.

You had actual fun last night. With Hawks. And you didn't mess around with him you just hung out. It's kinda crazy but then again he's a good guy. Even if he is a bit in love with himself. You could see yourself being friends with him.

After your shower and getting ready routine you arrive at your office. The first day in a bit where no one is there to harass you. Everyone already is at work. You start to wonder if somehow you actually were late. Or if this was some alternative dimension were you didn't have to lecture the heroes you work for to do what they are supposed to do. Regardless you just sit at your desk and start on your work. You smile lightly as you look over to see the flowers Hawks sent you the other day.

"He's so stupid," You say softly.

"Who is?"

You look back to see Mimic.

"You've been avoiding me," You say glaring lightly at the hero, "why?"

"I was waiting out your wrath," He says, "I thought you'd be more upset about the file but it seems like for once you're okay with me making a mistake."

"I'm distracted," You admit, "don't get used to it."

"I won't," He says, "but I will take advantage of you directing your focus off of me for a bit... So flowers? They are pretty but I never pegged you for the type to get flowers for yourself-"

"Someone gave them to me," You tell him, "Mimic don't you have patrols to do? I seemed to remember you have a morning patrol on the schedule today."

"Right I better get on that," He says, "good luck with your boyfriend Hawks."

You scoff knowing that Kami must be starting something around the office. You roll your eyes before burying yourself back into your work. You should text Hawks. Keep up with the game. So you move lifting your phone up to take a quick selfie. You look at it before you send it. Checking to see if it turned out good. It did. You look hot. So you press send and sit down the phone again.

Hawks was in a meeting with the commission when his phone buzzes against his leg. He sneaks a glance to see who sent it. He sees that its you and smiles lightly. He pulls the phone up and clicks the message to see a picture of you. You look beautiful. Soft skin, gentle features. You hair fixed like it always is. He sees that slightly unbuttoned shirt. The top of your breast exposed. He bites his lip lightly.

"Wow," He says softly.

"What?"

"Nothing," Hawks says shutting his phone off, "sorry what were we talking about."

They continue the meeting. But the second it ends Hawks texts you.

Hawks - You almost got me in trouble :l

                Very rude

Y/n - It's a pg pic you pig

Hawks - lol not that

               I was in a meeting

Y/n - Am I supposed to say sorry?

        I didn't make you check your phone during a meeting

Hawks  - :(

               ur mean sometimes

Y/n - Sorry

       Let me make it up to you

His phone buzzes. The next message isn't a message but a picture. He sees that you have your shirt unbuttoned more  revealing your bra. He bites his lip lightly. Wow. You're really trying to rile him up today.

Hawks - Aren't you at work?

Y/n  - I stepped off the floor for you

        I can unsend it

Hawks - No no

                ur good

               send more

Y/n - I don't think I will

Hawks - Oh man

                :(((

Y/n - Sorry bird boy

         Maybe if you ask nicely I'll reconsider

Hawks - Pretty please beautiful

You chuckle lightly. Who would of thought you'd be locking yourself in the bathroom on your lunch break to send Hawk a sneaky pic. Then again you didn't think he'd last this long either. You fix your clothes then look back to the picture. Just your reflection standing in your undergarments. Your finger hovers over to send button. Was this a good idea? I mean if it gets out you could get in trouble for doing this at work. You decide to shove your logic aside and just send it.

Y/n - There~

Hawks opens the pic and groans lightly.

"Fuck," He says softly. You're so perfect. So amazing. A girl like this shouldn't exist. But here she is.

Hawks - You're killing me here

                 How am I gonna fill out reports now?

 Y/n - That's a real shame Hawks

            My lunch is in five

           Maybe you should stop by

You didn't need to say more. He was already out the door flying towards Impressions building. By the time he got there you were waiting outside for him. The second he stepped towards you, you opened a portal yanking him through it. You both were in your house. You move yanking him back to your room. Pushing him against the bed.

"Oh man you are so hot," He says softly.

You toss aside your shirt and then step out of your skirt.

"I have an hour for lunch," You say, "so you better make this time worth it."

"Oh trust me I will," He says.

~~~

Once you are both cleaned up and dressed his eyes don't leave your frame.

"What?" You ask him.

"This game is fun," He says, "but what happens after?"

"That depends," You tell him, "I mean if you want we can still be friends. Or we can pretend all this didn't happen and go back to our lives. It's up to you."

"There is really an option where we forget about all this?" He asks. You chuckle lightly.

"Well I mean it's not like any of this means anything," You tell him, "the sex, the flirting, the flowers. It's all for the game... Don't get me wrong I'm having fun but it's temporary. One of us will win and then we'll go to do it all again with another poor soul."

"Right yeah of course," He says, "it's just a game."

You smile lightly at him. Then turn back to your mirror as you brush through your hair.

"I have to get back to work," You tell him, "you think you can head out on your own?"

"Yeah sure," He says.

So you leave through one of your portals. Leaving him sitting on your bed. He sighs deciding to move to look in the mirror. Sighing loudly at his reflection.

"What the hell am I doing?" He asks himself, "why am I doing this?" He groans running his hand through his blond hair. His mind is telling him how this game is a bad idea. How for once he might be in danger here. And even if he isn't he doesn't know if he could hurt you. And that whole just forgetting all this and moving on.  "I'm thinking too much." He decides to let it go for now. Opting to just let his thoughts melt as he leaves your apartment to head back to work.

"So where did you go for lunch?" Kami asks you.

"My place," You tell her, "I needed to get something so I just ate there."

"Yeah?" She asks, "you didn't meet Hawks?"

"And what if I did?" You ask, "my lunch hour is my hour. I'm allowed to do whatever I want- in legal grounds at least."

"You and Hawks are running around a lot," Kami says, "are you sure this is just for the game?"

"Yeah its just the game," You tell her, "I mean it's a new level. A harder level. Ya know."

"Level?"

"Yeah I mean Hawks isn't some random guy who gets attached too fast he's a player," You explain, "So it's harder than Edgeshot or the interns. It's almost a whole new game. So it takes a bit more work then the other guys."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" Kami asks, "you're talking about him falling in love with you like he's a toy. That's kinda sick."

"He's doing the same thing to me," You point out, "it's consensual. Okay so don't flip out about it. You'll make it into something it's not."

"I guess I just don't get it," Kami says, "I mean if he's the great guy you keep talking about then why play around?"

"What are you suggesting?" You ask her.

"That you and Hawks date," She says plainly. You laugh harshly.

"Yeah uh not gonna happen," You tell her, "not only do I not wanna date I also don't wanna date Hawks. Like ever. Sure he's cute but he's a hot mess and honestly he and I would never work long term like that. Neither of us take anything seriously and well I'd get bored."

"I can't believe you," Kami says, "he's a pro. He's number 2. He's a huge deal and you're just gonna let that slip by?"

"You're making it seem like just because he's a big hero that he meets my standards," You say getting slightly aggravated with her, "I mean again he's nice and he's cute. But he's not my type and I don't like him like that."

"Like what?"

"Like a boyfriend or any thing more than a hookup," You tell her.

"Then how do you like him?"

"Like a hookup or a friend," You say at once, "Kami- I don't want to fight with you about this. I mean you are being ridiculous. Honestly if you want Hawks so bad- take him. I mean it's not like I really care. I just want to win my game."

"Okay so if I went to sleep with Hawks you wouldn't mind?" She asks you at once.

"No I wouldn't care at all," You say, "because he's just a guy I'm sleeping with."

"Then you wouldn't mind giving me his number," She says, "come on he's just a hookup."

"Fine," You say grabbing your phone. You share Hawks contact with her. "Now stop acting so weird and let me get back to work."

"Fine," She says. She moves off to her desk while you just sit down at yours. That was weird. I mean why would you care what Hawks is doing? If he hooks up with someone else fine. If he doesn't. Neat. It's not like you guys are dating. And you only like him as a friend. She's being weird. But thats just like Kami. Thinking she has everything figured out when in reality she knows nothing.

Unknown- Hey Hawks! This is Kami

                     I work with Y/n

                    I just wanted to say that you are super cute and we should hang out sometime

Hawks - read

"She gave out my number?" Hawks asks softly, "and to another girl." He doesn't know why that disappoints him so much. Normally he'd be overjoyed. He'd have another girl to hookup with until he got bored. Play his game. Mess with the girls head. But now? He just frankly wants to focus on winning this game with you. He doesn't reply. Instead he just texts you.

Hawks - Me, you, dinner

Y/n - in public?

Hawks - Private table

Y/n - mm

        where?

Hawks - That fancy place by yours

Y/n - Are you trying to take me on a date?

Hawks- New approach.

               I've learned sleeping with you won't make you fall in love with me

              soooo new approach I use my charm

Y/n - ew

Hawks-  Did you just say ew to going on a date with me?

               What are you 10?

              Do you know how many girls would kill to go on a date with me?

Y/n - ask one of them

Hawks - :((((

                 u make me sad sometimes

                 ur breaking my heart

                How am I supposed to win the game like this

Y/n  - are you paying?

Hawks - Of course

Y/n - I'll check my calendar

Hawks - You're not free tonight?

Y/n - No Hawks I'm not

       I have a thing

Hawks- What thing??

Y/n - I'm not telling you

Hawks - come on I won't tease

               maybe

               okay I won't

                so spill

Y/n - I have a class

Hawks  - what kinda class?

Y/n - Cooking class

Hawks - lol you take a cooking class

Y/n -  -_-

         "I won't tease" He says

Hawks - sorry its just kinda random

Y/n  - well I mean i need to know how to cook to live

         plus ya know there is a cute boy in my cooking class

Hawks -  :(((

                 I'm a cute boy you could be hanging out with

Y/n - meh

Hawks -  T-T

                 ur mean

Y/N -  : I

Hawks - can I crash your cooking class?

Y/n - stop being so needy

        you have a night away from me

       maybe use it to fix ur strategy

Hawks - well then can we go to dinner tomorrow?

Y/n - On a friday night?  

        mmmm

       I don't know that's a prime day

Hawks - come onnnnnnn

Y/n - mkay

       but i'm getting the most expensive thing on the menu

Hawks - why of course

                hows 8 sound

Y/n - works for me

        I have to get back to work

Hawks - oh man

                don't leave me

Y/n -  sorry hot stuff

You put the phone away and move to get back to work. Sighing lightly at the amounts of work that you have to do. Going from talking to one of the most interesting people you've ever known to a bunch of boring work is a hard switch. You keep your focus on the work as best you can. By the time the shift ends you were you pretty much racing to get home.

Hawks- ur cute

Y/n - am I?

Hawks - Yeah

Y/n -  thx i guess

Hawks - How is your class going?

Y/n - Haven't left yet

       About to

Hawks - what cooking class is it?

               maybe I can crash

              it'll be fun

Y/n - you'll distract the class

        if you come there everyone will talk about you

       and well i want them to talk about me

Hawks -  ....

                fine

Y/n - I'll text you after

You move getting ready for you class. Swapping the work clothes for more casual clothes. Once you get ready you head over to the building for the class. I take my normal table.

"Hey," Haru says looking over at me, "hows your week been?"

"Eventful," You sigh lightly, "and it feels like it's getting longer. What about you?"

"Same - it's very long," He says, "but I'm getting through it. Renege is having a hard time at daycare."

Renege. It's his daughter. He's been raising her on her own since his ex passed away. Haru smiles lightly.

"She'd love to see you again."

If any guy has ever been close to the category of someone You'd be interested in. Haru has always been the closet. He's attractive, he's caring, he's nice to everyone. He's a perfect guy. And he has a super adorable daughter. The two of you clearly are at least attracted to each other. But something has always held you back. Maybe it's the responsibility of dating a single dad. Maybe it's that you aren't as interested in him as you thought.

"I've been busy," You tell him, "the agency and all. How is the office?"

"Well my boss is keeping me late," He says, "thankfully my mom is helping as much as she can. I saw the pictures of you at that Heros gala. You looked really nice."

"Thanks," You say, "the stylist the agency hired were really good. They made a whole thing more fun." He smiles.

"What are those fancy parties like?" He asks.

"I could show you next time," You say smiling light. The offer is empty but its not much of anything. He moves to his plate to start the recipe. He talks again about Renege. Sharing the stories that happened from the last time you saw him. Apparently she's been getting a little feisty with the other kids at day care. Haru says she gets it from her mother. You simply nod. Normally you'd hang onto every word of the story. You'd listen to him excitedly. Laughing lightly at the antics of his daughter.

But today. All you could think about us Hawks. You wonder if he has stories like Haru. Ones that are more domestic and less wild. Slow days. You wonder what Hawks does for fun when he isn't sleeping around. You never got a good look at his place. But from what you saw it was all bro pad.

"You seem distracted," Haru says, "is it cause you're in love with me."

"What?" I ask looking at him carefully.

"I said are you okay?" He asks.

That line was pure Hawks. God can't that bird brat get off your mind for five seconds. You sigh smiling over to Haru.

"Yeah I'm fine," You answer, "it's just work ya know."

"Yeah I get it," He says, "but you should be carefully chopping those vegetables when you're distracted."

"Right," You say carefully.

"Hey listen," He starts, "we should go on another date sometime."

"Yeah?" You ask.

"Yeah," He says, "it's been awhile and I get a break from work soon. I need to relax. I think dinner with you would be amazing."

"I mean- if you'd want to," You say to him, "what do you want to do for the date?"

"Dinner maybe Saturday?" He says.

"Yeah? Alright."

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[bangtan-gal]

Consequences

Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!reader fallen angel!au word count: 2.3k warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of past abuse, mentions of toxic relationships

Masterlists  Other Angel AUS: Chan | Jisung |

Your neighborhood was constantly infested with crime and gangs. You were used to the gunshots at midnight, the constant screaming, and the car alarms going off. So that must’ve been why you were so calm when the bloody body appeared on your doorstep and didn’t call the police. The rules of the neighborhood were commonly known: keep your mouth shut and you won’t get hurt. 

Blood splattered across the white tiles and stained your couch as you struggled to drag the body into your house. Part of you knew that you should’ve just left the boy outside to just rot, but you still had your heart. You just prayed that you could get him patched up and out before your boyfriend came back home. 

Just as you knelt down beside him, washcloth and isopropyl alcohol in head, your phone started to ring. You stared at it, watching as your mom’s caller ID flashed wildly. You wanted to answer, your hands started to shake because of it, but you couldn’t find it in yourself. You were more scared of the consequences.

You started wiping the cuts and scratches on his face, staring at the pale skin that appeared beneath all the blood and dirt. As you continued on, silently bandaging up his arm and disinfecting the cut on his eyebrow and lip, he started to stir. A grumble escaped and he started to shift. 

Then as fast as lightning, he sat up, hand wrapping around your wrist and eyes turning to you. His eyes were dark, but they seemed to be glowing green from the small slants of sunlight peering through the window. His dark brown hair was matted to his face from the sweat.

“Where am I?” He asked. He didn’t even seem phased from his current injuries. He should’ve been slightly light-headed, but he seemed completely fine.

It made no sense. 

“Um… in my apartment?” You mumbled, pulling out of his tight grip. “You were passed out and all bloody on my doorstep.”

His mouth opened in an ‘O’ and then a sad sigh escaped him. He looked down at his fingers, flexing them. He brought his knees up to his chest and cleared his throat. Fear was burning in his eyes. You found yourself actually feeling bad for this one.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he hummed, holding out a hand. You shook it, staring at him, still in confusion.

“Y/N…” you trailed off, “do you know how you got here?” “Father banished me,” he stated simply, standing up. Then he groaned and fell back onto the couch, clutching his head. You pursed your lips. 

“Your… father banished you?” You asked, voice growing quieter. Was he younger than he looked? Was it possible he was like you and living in an environment he didn’t belong in?” His eyes met yours and his expression softened and you could see some ancient sadness brimming in their depths.

“It’s hard to explain,” he muttered. His stomach rumbled and his gaze darted downwards. His hand worriedly patted his stomach. 

“I’ll get you some food,”  you sighed. 

He frowned. “I’ve never had to eat before.”

You didn’t hear that last statement as you hurried into the kitchen. You made a bowl of cereal and brought it to him. Confusion was evident on his face as he stared at the bowl in his lap. Although he wasn’t a child, you treated him like one as you scooped up a spoonful and moved it towards his mouth. His eyes met yours as his lips wrapped around the spoon and he slowly swallowed. After that, he took the food from you and practically inhaled it.

As he did, you turned your attention to your phone Two text notifications sat on the lock screen and your stomach started to revolt. You let out a shaky breath and unlocked your phone, reading over the message.

DK: I won’t be back in town for a week

DK: And you know the rules baby, none of them should be broken

“You’d let someone treat you like that?” The question startled you. You snapped your phone off and dropped it in your lap. The boy stared over your shoulder, eyes focused on where your phone sat. It made no sense, but he looked angry. He took a slow breath and then leaned away from you. 

“You shouldn’t intrude on others privacy like that,” you scolded, standing up. His gaze followed you. 

“You’re no one’s pet, Y/N.”

You froze, fingers tightening around your phone. That was what you used to tell yourself every night before you went to bed until your hope was crushed under the toe of that horrible man’s shoe. Sometimes you swore that you heard someone whisper that in your ear in your darkest moments.

“Who exactly are you?” You asked. Hyunjin stood up and this time he didn’t collapse back onto the couch. He staggered towards you, clutching his stomach as he did so. 

“Your guardian angel.”

Then he passed out again and smacked his head against the carpet.

⧪⧪⧬⧪⧪

When he came to again, it was dinner time and just like before, the boy was starving. You didn’t ask about whatever nonsense he had mumbled before his accident. You just fed him and yourself, the both of you silent as you ate. Hyunjin was like a vacuum the way he consumed food. One second it was there and the next it was sucked into the void that was him.

“And we always made fun of humans for eating excessively,” he groaned after he finished. This time you stared at him, your brain struggling to wrap itself around exactly what was happening.

“What?” Hyunjin’s gaze was sharp when it met yours.

“I told you didn’t I? I’m your guardian…” then he trailed off, eyes going down to stare at his hands. “Or at least I used to be.”

You stood up, clasping your hands together. Your body was visibly shaking and your teeth were working vigorously on your bottom lip. That wasn’t possible. It was logic, it was law. God didn’t exist. Angels didn’t exist and neither did demons.

But what ab—

“I’m going to bed, there’s an extra bedroom down the hall,” you said. Hyunjin opened his mouth to interrupt you, but your voice grew sharper. Then you hurried to your bedroom, changing into pajamas quickly and covering your mouth as you struggled to muffle your sobs. 

Eventually you fell asleep and you weren’t sure what time it was when someone delicately knocked at your door. You roused from your sleep, watching as the door creaked open and Hyunjin stepped inside. The moon outlined his body as he approached the bed and knelt down beside you. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he apologized. You squinted into the dark, trying to see the supposed angel that sat just a foot away.

“It’s not the first time,” you replied softly. You weren’t any calmer, but you forced yourself to keep an outer composure. “Are you actually an angel?”

Hyunjin was silent but you could hear him moving. The bed dipped as he sat on the edge and his fingers traced along your arm. They were soft and delicate and his touch was sending shivers down your spine. 

“I don’t know,” he whispered. There was no sense of worth in his voice. “I chose humans over my duties and now… I’m actually here.”

You reached for the lamp, blinking as light flooded your room. Hyunjin perched on the edge of your bed, chin resting on his knees. The green in his eyes had disappeared and his eyes were almost completely black. His mouth was set in a grim line and his eyes were focused on the window. There was a longing in his eyes; a longing that you’d seen hundreds of times in the mirror.

The want to escape.

“Ok,” you started slowly, “let’s say you are an angel. Why are you here? How’d you get all hurt? Can’t you just leave?”

Hyunjin stared at his hands and then shook his head.

“I was banished by my Father. I didn’t have a choice of coming here… and the fall from heaven is far. I-I fe…” His gaze moved to you. A million emotions seemed to swell on his face; sympathy, longing, sadness… and something that seemed almost loving. You sat up on your elbows, cheeks starting to flush.

“Why did you fall?” “You… I fell for you,” he murmured, “I saw all this abuse and I wanted to step in and I tried… but Father stopped me. I got mad, I screamed at him and tried to hurt him. It just made no sense: what’s the point of having guardian angels if we can’t even do anything to physically protect you?” He was crying. Hyunjin sniffled and wiped at his eyes, lips quivering. His whole body was shaking as he covered his face, trying to hide himself from you.

“Chan got away with it, he managed to save his… and then escaped Father’s wrath,” he sobbed, “I t-thought I could do and instead you’ve suffered so much because of my failures.”

You knew you should’ve comforted him; you wanted to. But you were just frozen as you stared at the boy in front of you. There’s no way this was real. Yet the look in his eyes screamed that it was and that he was actually hurt because of your misfortunes. He kept wiping the tears away only for his cries to become louder.

“I’ve failed you Y/N, I’m really sorry,” he gasped out. You fully sat up and shook your head. It didn’t matter how crazy this was. You saw someone trying to take the blame for something they couldn’t control.

“It’s not your fault, Hyunjin, you couldn’t have done anything about it,” you mumbled, “if that was your rules, you couldn’t break them.”

Hyunjin shook his head adamantly. 

“But I could’ve.”

You glanced at the clock and saw that it was near two in the morning.

“Hyunjin, I’m worried, I really am… but if you’re human now you need sleep,” you sighed, “we should get some sleep and then we can talk about it in the morning?”

He wiped away another round of tears and nodded. 

“C-can I stay in here?” He asked, not meeting your stare. You nodded, too tired to care as you rolled over and made space for him. Hyunjin slid in beside you and went still. You glanced over your shoulder at him, guilt tugging at your heart when you saw his tear-stained face. His eyes jumped to yours when your hand wrapped around his and squeezed. 

“I promise nothing is your fault,” you murmured.

Hyunjin didn’t reply.

⧪⧪⧬⧪⧪

Morning came quickly and you taught Hyunjin how to make pancakes. He was almost like a little puppy the way he stood at your side, eyes wide as he watched everything you did. The two of you ate in silence and then he proposed the idea. So that was how you ended up in a car, cruising down the main street.

“How do you know where he is?” You asked nervously, eyes flitting around the area. You rarely left the apartment and it must’ve been so long that you turned into a hermit. Just the idea of leaving gave you anxiety and you were sure you were about to start crying any second.

“I mean… I lost my abilities, but I know what an angel aura feels like… and Chan’s was special,” he explained, “he came and talked to me the night he came to earth and told me where he was going if I ever wanted to see him.”

He stared out the window and then pointed to a building.

“There.”

You felt nervous as you parked and stepped out of the car. It was a library and it smelled of dust as you stepped inside. Hyunjin didn’t even stutter as he marched through the aisles of books and then stopped. You nearly bumped into him and then you looked around him. A blonde boy sat at a table, reading a book and sipping out of a mug. Something weird and powerful radiated from him and you could feel the belief start to set itself deeper into you.

Hyunjin had desperately wanted to see Chan and although you hadn’t been sure, you could hear the need in his voice. You wondered if seeing Chan would help him realize it wasn’t his fault. When you’d woke up in the morning, Hyunjin had been crying again. If Chan helped, you would take it.

“Channie!” Hyunjin whisper-shouted and started to walk towards the table. The blonde looked up, eyes momentarily sparking green and then he smiled when he saw Hyunjin. The sun was bouncing off his skin and he practically looked like he was glowing. Chan stood up and hugged Hyunjin. When he stepped back, his gaze skimming over Hyunjin, his smile stammered.

“Your powers are gone,” he said. His eyes sharply looked up to see you spying from the corner. His gaze darted back to Hyunjin. “What happened?” Hyunjin turned around and waved you over. Your body was vibrating as you made your way towards them, avoiding Chan’s inquisitive stare. You stood as close as you could to Hyunjin, unable to explain why you felt nervous around the other angel. His eyes burned into you, the green starting to grow deeper. Then it faded and he smiled sadly, looking at Hyunjin.

“You fell for a human,” Chan hummed.

Your mouth opened slightly and it hit you. The reason Hyunjin fell wasn’t because of his fire to protect you. He fell because of the intention behind it. You stared at him, watching as his eyes flickered and he glanced over at you. Sure, he fell from heaven for you, but first he fell in a different way. 

He fell in love with you.

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[solace-sun]

Not The Typical Way You Meet a Soulmate Chapter Two (Solangelo)

Over the years, Nico had become best friends with Gatorade, Pedialyte, and Ibuprofen, especially after nights like last. Nico used these like shields against his hangovers, but every so often he'd find himself in a drought of Gatorade, or maybe he would get too drunk to remember to hydrate himself. Either way, he always had to face the headache of a hangover once in a while; it was the price he had to pay for his fun.

He regained consciousness on his twin size mattress, with a dim and blurry recollection of the night before. Highlighted in his memory, however, remained Will's impression, his blonde locks, and careful blue eyes. The image made Nico's stomach do flips, but then again, that could just be his hangover.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he became acutely aware of the piercing pain through his skull, the shakes that came in waves from his core, and the faint sense of nausea rising from his throat. He still wore last night's clothes, which now hung awkwardly off his frame; too tight in all the wrong areas and too loose in others.

He felt like shit.

The more awake he was, the more conscious he grew, the grosser he felt. Wrapping an arm around himself, he pretended to be anywhere but the present, wishing he was somewhere other than his besides his shoddy apartment, but the hammering pain in his head made it hard to focus. He ended up closing his eyes and wishing, praying, he could go back to sleep.

Maybe Nico enjoyed the drunken buzz he'd get at parties, but he never came to welcome the pounding hangover that followed. He never learned to embrace the feeling of a twisted gut or headaches like sledgehammers in his skull.

Unfortunately for Nico, last night's wrath didn't stop with a hangover, he wasn't that lucky. Last night's vengeance was about to enter for round two through the door of Nico's room, in the form of a very unhappy Hazel Levesque.

The door flew open, slamming against the wall behind it.

"Nico!" She shouted, "What the fuck man?"

Well, shit. She's mad about something.

Nico rubbed a sleepy eye awake, "Hazel... Please be quiet. My head hurts," He groaned.

"It's because you're hungover, isn't it?" She accused, "Whatever, that doesn't even matter right now. You got in a fight with someone at the party last night?"

"Who told you?" Nico asked, coercing himself to raise up.

"My friend who hosted the damn party, dipshit!"

"Hazel, I didn't even touch the dude. I would hardly call it a fight. Could you please leave me alone?"

"My friend has a hole in his drywall now! You can't keep starting shit at parties or pissing off people, or getting so drunk you can't remember what happened."

"I remember last night. I didn't blackout," Nico reasoned.

"That's a first. How long has it been since that last happened?" Hazel chided, pinching the bridge of her nose "Actually, no. Don't answer that. I'm gonna be late for class. I'll talk to you when I get home."

She spun out of the room and gathered her things. Before leaving, she called to him from the front door.

"I'm still mad at you still, but I love you!" Her tone was detesting, but Nico could appreciate the sentiment. He laid back, boring holes into the ceiling until his interest became fatigued.

After the ceiling had lost its appeal, he decided that maybe it was time to face the day. He rolled over to check his phone, stretching to reach it where it lay charging.

A text from Will was left in his notifications.

Will: Glad you made it home okay :)

Nico couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face. He began to type out a response.

Nico: hey i just wanted to say thanks for walking me home last night

Nico: oh and also for not letting my shit get kicked in by a lacrosse player who was a foot taller than me

Will: Lol it was no problem, just returning the favor

Will: How's ur day been so far?

Nico: i mean i just woke up hungover, so not all that great :/

Will: I'm sorry to hear that dude! You know, they say a good breakfast is the best hangover cure

Nico: well thats unfortunate, all i have at my house for breakfast is pop tarts

Will: Are you serious?

Will: Let me take you to breakfast, I'll buy

Will: Call it the final pay back for everything that you did for me yesterday

Nico: i thought walking me home yesterday was payback? not saying im gonna refuse a free breakfast tho

Will: Walking you home was for the party, breakfast can be for the groceries

Nico: will you don't have to do that

Will: I know! I just wanted to show my appreciation :)

Will: There's a cafe I was thinking of. It's usually pretty quiet, and won't be too noisy. I can send you the address and meet you there in 35 minutes?

Nico: alright, see you there

Nico peeled himself from the hold of his twin-sized mattress. He shuffled to a pile of clothes that resided on the floor, scouring for something that wasn't yesterday's clothes to wear. He slipped on a sweatshirt and pulled the hood on; it was a hood-up kind of day. Before he left he swiped a pair of sunglasses laying on his nightstand, his last hope to buffer his headache from the sober world.

He came to find that it didn't help much.

His groggy walk brought him to the cafe doors earlier than he had anticipated, leaving him to anticipate Will's arrival. He stood idly at the cafe entrance with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his shoulders hunched. His head still pounded, and the talking of strangers passing by became sirens in his head. He had to remind himself this was all worth it for free breakfast.

Just before his waiting turned to worry, Will approached from down the street. The grasp around Nico's anxious heart subsided as he saw the familiar face.

"How are things going man!" He asked as he pulled the cafe door open with his good arm.

Nico couldn't ignore the headache piercing his skull, "Things could be better," he shrugged.

"Hey, once we get a little bit of breakfast, I'm sure things will get much better."

The inside of the cafe treated Nico's hangover much better than the outside had. The cool air and quiet atmosphere were exactly what he needed that morning. He silently thanked Will for being kind of a genius.

As soon as the two settled into their seats, Nico let his head lay on the table. Will gave him a sympathetic smile.

"That bad, huh?" He asked. Nico only nodded in response.

"Let me order for you. I know exactly what will help you out, dude."

"I will do anything, as long as it gets rid of this headache," Nico groaned as he propped himself up, resting his head on his hands, "Thanks for offering me breakfast."

"Thanks for carrying my groceries for me," Will grinned.

Before long, a waitress sauntered over, placing a pitcher of ice water and two cheap plastic cups in front of the two. She asked for their orders, of which Will ordered for the two of them.

Nico tuned their conversation out, getting lost in the scene outside their window. He watched the cars pass by, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses.

Will pushed a cup of water towards him to reel him back into the present.

"You need to rehydrate," he prompted. Nico did as he was told, and took small sips from the cup.

"How's your day been so far?" Nico asked.

"Pretty good. Though, I feel bad saying that to your face," Will joked. Nico shot him a look Will could see even through the dark glasses.

Will chuckled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He put his hands up in defeat.

"How was the rest of the party?" Nico asked.

"Honestly? I didn't stay much longer after you went home. I checked in with my friends to make sure they were fine then called it a night. Guess it was just kinda boring without you there, starting fights and all."

Nico covered his face with his hands, "God, don't remind me about that," he grumbled.

"What? I thought it was sweet," Will responded.

"Yeah, I don't know," Nico started, "Drunk me thought I was doing something great, but my sister totally chewed me out for it this morning."

"Why?"

"I guess she's friends with the guy who hosted the party... And he's not too thrilled to have a hole in his wall, which could technically be my fault? I don't know," He explained.

"Oh, does your sister go to school?" Will asked.

"Yeah, she's a freshman, studies early education."

"Oh, that's cool," Will engaged. Then his eyebrows furrowed, and his expression became confused, "Can I ask a question?"

"That depends. What's the question?" Nico's tone was apprehensive.

"How come you don't go to school?"

Before Nico had the chance to respond, the waitress had returned and plates were being unloaded on the table in front of him. He looked down at the mystery meal Will had ordered for him.

"What the fuck is this?" Nico exclaimed, "Is this spinach in my breakfast?"

"Oh my god," Will rolled his eyes, "You know, everything on that plate is what they recommend you eat to get rid of a hangover."

"Okay, you know what? Fine. I'll eat your weird healthy breakfast, only because it's gonna make me not feel like my brain is trying to rot inside my skull."

He grabbed at a fork and stabbed his omelette with it, and took a bite.

"Oh shit," He spoke behind a mouthful of food.

"What?" Will gave a concerned look, glancing up from his own breakfast.

"This is actually really good," Nico admitted why a shy smile.

"See? It's not that bad. And it's good for you."

"Will," Nico began, "I want you to look at me in the eyes, and recall everything you know about me, which, granted, isn't a lot," He paused to take another bite of food, "And ask yourself if I really seem like the type of person who cares about which foods are good for me or not."

Will raised his eyebrows. For a second, Nico thought he had offended him, but Will erupted into that contagious laughter of his. Nico joined in, giving in to the pull of the laughter.

Will shook his head, his chuckles slowing to a stop, "Man, I guess you're right."

Will looked at Nico and smiled. Nico glanced back, if only for a second, and reciprocated the grin.

Then he felt the phone in his pocket buzzing. He reached down into his pocket and gave a quick 'sorry give me a second' to Will before answering.

"Hello?"

"Nico! Are you gonna show up for your shift? I've told you before man, you gotta give me notice if you're gonna be late."

Shit.

It was his manager.

"I wasn't on the schedule for today, I thought," Nico defended. Will looked up from his plate and gave a concerned look.

"Should have double-checked, I needed you here thirty minutes ago."

Shiiiiiit.

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as possible,"

"How long is that going to be?" His manager's voice rang through the phone.

"I don't know... I'm not at home right now, and I'm walking so... It could be twenty-five minutes. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I had a shift today."

"Do whatever you can to get here, I need your ass down here now. We're having a rush and we're understaffed."

"Right, okay. See you in a few," Nico responded, and ended the call.

"Do you gotta go?" Will asked, disappointment hidden in his tone.

Nico pursed his lips, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea I was on the schedule, but I gotta go now or I am so fucking fired."

"Do you need a ride?"

"Will, no, I can't ask you to do that. You're already paying for my meal," Nico explained.

"Nico, it's totally fine! I don't mind at all," Will insured, "I picked up my car from the shop yesterday, so we're good to go!"

Nico's brows furrowed while he contemplated the offer. After a moment, he agreed.

"I'm only accepting because I needed to be there, like, 30 minutes ago," Nico said, as he began to pack his things and leave. Will left a pile of cash that would cover the bill plus tip, and the two hurried out of the restaurant, and towards Will's beat up SUV.

When Nico walked through the back door of his restaurant job, he was met with several pissed coworkers and his manager.

"He finally shows up!" his coworker, Jason, exclaimed.

"About fuckin' time!" another employee called out. Nico ignored his coworkers teasing, and snatched his uniform from his locker, and threw it on, trying to smooth the wrinkles out while tugging on the sleeve. He clocked in, and rushed to the front of the house, to take his position.

As he sped to his spot, he bumped into his manager, whose only words were a muttered 'glad you could make it.' Nico gave a shy smile and grabbed a handful of menus before settling at his stand.

Working at a five-star restaurant was kind of like maintaining a well oiled machine -- if well oiled machines could be a dysfunctional team that somehow maintained the image of perfection on the surface. It was a stressful job, but it paid decently, all things considered, and sometimes Nico even liked his coworkers. In the very least, they were usually tolerable.

But today, Nico was up against the edge, still half hungover, and in the middle of a rush, he wished he could still be enjoying Will's company. Something about Will made his heart feel still.

Despite his longing to be elsewhere, Nico was, unfortunately, stuck at his job, taking the orders of people who didn't know mediocre, overpriced food if it hit them in the face. His least favorite part of the job was the customers, but then again, Nico was fairly sure if you asked any food service worker, they would say the same thing.

This rang especially true today. He was getting a headache  (And no, it wasn't just the remnant of his hangover) listening to an older woman complain about her food. He had tried to tune her out maybe five minutes into the lecture about why her food sucked, and why she deserved a refund with a complimentary meal, but he could still hear the echo of her nasally voice through his dissociative state. After the lady finished her spiel, Nico resumed his customer service voice and assured her she would be satisfied with a new meal, per company policy, and left the table.

He walked into the kitchen, ready to announce that he was going on break when his coworker slammed into him. Now, if his coworker had been empty handed, maybe everything would have been fine. But she wasn't, instead, she had been carrying out a meal, which was now plastered all over Nico's white, formal uniform.

Are you fucking kidding me?

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" She exclaimed. Nico could feel the frustration and annoyance bubbling in his chest, rising up his throat. He shut his eyes, and inhaled, reopening his eyes as he exhaled.

"I am going on break," He spoke in monotone, attempting to disguise any anger in his voice. He dragged himself out back, and slumped onto a crate to sit on. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

Today's shift fucking sucked.

He pulled out his phone. In his notifications was a text from Will. The anger and frustration that held Nico's heart began to loosen its grasp.

Will: How's work? Hope you haven't been fired yet lol

Nico: not fired yet, just got angry looks from my coworkers for being 40 minutes late during a rush

Nico: maybe it's deserved though, it'd be pretty mad if i were them

Will: I mean, in your defense you didn't know about your shift, and you seemed like you genuinely felt bad so I wouldn't beat yourself up too badly :)

Nico: thanks, haha

Will: Quick question, do you have a ride home?

Nico: no i usually just walk home

Will: Do you want a ride? I'd feel bad if I just dropped you off with no way to get back home

Nico: you can't keep doing favors for me like this

Nico: I get off late anyway, you probably wouldn't want to drive around by the time I get off

Will: What time is your shift over?

Nico: uh

Nico: seven

Will: That's not even late

Nico: i don't need a ride, i'll be fine, i promise

Nico: thanks for the offer tho

Will: I will take it as a personal offense if you don't accept this offer, Nico

Nico: dont tell me that

Nico: like seriously though, i can't let you do this

Will: I feel bad just dropping you off like that!

Nico: i walk home all the time, its okay! i promise

Will: How often do you walk home hungover?

Nico: i mean, im not even hungover anymore so

Nico: but now that you've offered, it would be nice not to walk home for once

Nico: im only agreeing because you're practically begging me at this point

Will: I'll be waiting out back at 6:50 ;)

Nico shook his head and smiled, replacing the phone in his pocket.

As he smiled to himself, the back door swung open. Jason peered his head from around the door. He gave Nico a funny look.

"I don't think I've seen you smile before," He paused to think, "Ever."

"Oh, come on," Nico protested, "That's not fair."

"What's got you so happy? Surely not work, not after the shift you're having," Jason commented.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Nico taunted Jason.

"Don't be like that," Jason chastised, "Anyhow, boss wanted me to tell you that he wants you back inside, it's starting to get busy again."

"Tell him I'll be back out there in five minutes. Also, do you have a spare shirt I can borrow?" Nico asked, gesturing down to the mess that was now staining his shirt.

"I was just about to offer you my spare shirt. It's in my locker, let me go get it," Jason replied, holding the door open for Nico. He followed Jason inside as the heavy door slammed behind the two.

The rest of Nico's shift didn't improve by much, but at least he had something to look forward to. By the end of his shift, he never felt so welcomed by his hoodie and casual clothes, that hung loosely off his frame rather than the suffocating hug his work uniform gave him.

Clocking out was the best part of his day.

He walked out back, shoving the door out of the way and giving a curt goodbye to his coworkers. Will's car idled in the back alley behind the restaurant, awaiting his arrival. Will waved when he saw Nico emerge from the building.

"Hey, Nico!" Will exclaimed as Nico pulled the car door open.

"Hey Will," Nico started, "Thanks again for picking me up. I know I resisted at first, but like, I'm actually so glad I agreed. Would have been pissed if I were walking home right now."

"Man I don't know how you do it, walking every day" Will agreed.

"I mean you get used to it, but after some shifts I definitely wish I knew how to drive."

"So what, you never learned?"

"I mean, I never really felt the need to? Like some days I'm like 'yeah a car would be nice,' but most days I'm perfectly fine without."

"Have you ever thought about learning?" Will asked, glancing at Nico from the side of his eye as he drove.

"I don't know... I've always told myself I'd learn at some point, but I keep putting it off. Why?"

"I could teach you now, if you'd like," Will gave Nico a smile that meant trouble.

"What? No, Will, I'll total your car."

"It'll be fun! There's an empty parking lot we'll pass on the way back to your place, we can stop there and I can just show you the basics."

"What if I hit something?"

"Nico, dude, this car is worth at very most a total of 500 dollars. I wouldn't be ruined if this thing suffered a few bumps. It's the perfect car to learn in, you can't do any more damage to it than it has already suffered."

"I mean, I guess I don't have anything else going on tonight..." Nico gave a hesitant response.

"It'll be fun, I promise!" Will said as he flicked his turning signal and pulled into the empty lot. He put the car in park and opened the door.

"Okay, switch places with me," He prompted.

"Uh, okay," Nico gave some thought to hesitation, before stepping out of the passenger seat and into the driver's.

"Okay, look at the floorboard. Do you know which pedal is the brake and which one is for gas?" Will asked.

"Uh, the big one's the brake, right? And the small one is the gas?" Nico gave an answer even he doubted to be correct.

"Yeah! Okay, now put your foot on the brake," He instructed. Nico did as he told, gripping the steering wheel so tightly he thought he might break it.

"Great, now grab the gearshift, and put it into drive," Will explained, "You know how to do that?"

"Uh," Nico choked on his own words, "No?"

"That's okay!" Will assured. He reached over to gently hold Nico's hand, as he placed it on the gearshift. With his hand over Nico's, he pulled the gearshift into place.

"Now you're in gear!" He exclaimed with a bright grin. Nico's hand started to shake underneath Will's.

"What you wanna do now is let your foot off the brake, slowly though," As Will began, Nico lifted his foot off, and the car began to roll.

"Oh fuck the car is moving now," Nico cursed under his breath.

"You're doing good! The car is gonna move slowly as long as you don't hit the brakes. Now, I want you to take the same foot you just used the brakes with, and very slowly, press on the gas."

Nico placed a foot on the gas, and the car jerked forward.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," Nico groaned.

"Don't be! You're doing good!" Will encouraged, "Try again."

Nico lowered his foot back onto the pedal, and the car lurched once more. Surprised by the movement, he took his foot off the gas, giving Will a concerned look.

"It can be tricky to get the hang of, but you're doing really good so far!" He encouraged.

Nico's foot hovered over the pedal. Carefully, he began to press weigh to the pedal. The car began to move faster.

"Hey, there you go!" Will exclaimed, "You got it! Now, see if you can speed up a bit."

Nico pressed on the pedal, and the car roared, picking up speed. As the car gained speed Nico lost confidence, his chest began to feel tight. He could feel his hands tremor as he gripped the wheel, and he began to feel his throat close up. He slammed a foot into the brakes. The car screeched to a stop, causing both himself and Will to lurch forward in their seats. Nico's knuckles had turned white around the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nico repeated, "I think... I think I'm done. Let's switch back."

"You were doing so well though!" Will reassured.

"No, I think I'm done," Nico confirmed, placing the car back into park.

"Oh, okay," Will's smile fell.

His shaky hands and nerves calmed once Nico returned to the passenger seat. He let out the breath he had been holding and rubbed his arms.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you," Will said as he slid back into the driver's seat.

"Will, it's not your fault. I've... I've never been good at managing my nerves while driving. My dad gave up trying to teach me years ago because I'd just freak out whenever I was behind the wheel. I guess I thought this time would be different? I don't know..."

Nico felt a hand on his shoulder. Will ran a thumb over the skin on his shoulder.

"It's okay," Will ensured, giving a small smile to Nico, "I just hope I didn't make you feel pressured to do something you didn't want to."

"No! Of course not, I just thought I could actually do it this time. I mean there's a reason why I don't drive."

"You wanna talk about it?" Will asked.

"There's not much to talk about. It's just, like, my nerves... I just get so anxious behind the wheel. It's always been like that," Nico explained, fidgeting with his hands, "Like, I just personally think I shouldn't drive. There are some people out there who just don't drive, and maybe I should just commit to being one of those people."

"It takes practice," Will comforted, "You'll get it if you give it a chance."

"I don't know Will," Nico shook his head, "I can't drive in an empty parking lot, and I can't even imagine how I'd manage on a road with other cars. I don't know how you do it, especially with a broken arm, oh my god."

"I'm telling you, it's just practice. I mean, I guess the arm thing is a little hard to get around, but, I'm doing fine now, I think," Will spoke.

"Does it still hurt? Your arm?" Nico asked.

Will examined his arm, observing the curve of the cast, "No, not unless I move it the wrong way."

"I feel bad, you like, broke your arm," Nico began, "You said you've been playing lacrosse for seven years? And now, all of a sudden you just stopped? Don't you miss it?"

"I mean, yeah, I put so much of my time into it and spent so many years practicing. It was my sport and I loved it. And then, after I left the hospital, after talking to my coaches and telling them I was done... I realized, y'know, that I had put on my jersey, and played for the last time, without even knowing it, and that... That kinda sucked."

Nico nodded, watching Will as he spoke, "This whole thing sounds like it's been pretty hard on you."

Will turned to Nico, "This... may sound so stupid," Will laughed, "But you are so easy to talk to. Like being around you is just easy."

Nico smiled and nodded, "No, I get what you're saying."

He sighed and looked down at the floorboard.

"Guess I should be getting you home though, right?" Will asked as he started the engine. He pulled out of the lot and accelerated onto the road towards Nico's house. Will studied the road as Nico watched streetlights speeding by, their lights beginning to illuminate as the sun began to fall. A hazy shade of grey began to blanket the sky, and stars began to peek out from behind the veil. Will turned his head to steal a glance at Nico. For maybe a second, he let himself admire Nico's profile and the curve of his nose, the bend of his jawline, before pulling his gaze back towards the road.

He pulled into the apartment lot he had left Nico in the night before. As he pulled in, Nico looked like he was about to say something, maybe in protest, but ultimately decided against it.

Nico gave Will a soft smile and thankful eyes, "Thanks for the ride, Will."

"It's no problem, anytime," Will assured. He wanted to say more, but the back of his mind told him to remain silent, despite the pull in his chest. He didn't want this to be the last time he'd see Nico. He also didn't want to return to his empty apartment. He wasn't ready to be his only company again.

"Hey," Nico said, from outside the car, holding the door open and leaning in, "Text me later. Let me know what your schedule looks like so we hang out again. You're a fun guy to be with."

The tug at Will's chest rested, "Oh! Yeah, for sure!"

Nico closed the door, and left with a wave, as Will's car began to roll out of the lot.

Will exhaled a shaky breath, the feeling of loneliness beginning to flood his lungs. It was suffocating.  He drove home, trying not to lose himself to the feeling

As he walked into his empty home, he felt a buzz from his pocket. He opened his phone and saw Nico had sent a text.

just caught wind of a party happening tomorrow, any chance you're able to go? ;)

Will smiled to himself and felt some of the loneliness began to fade.

(Big thanks to my beta readers @embooks and @all-this-panic-still-no-disco !!)

#not the typical way you meet a soulmate #chapter two #solangelo #solangelo fanfic #pjo fanfic #Nico di Angelo #will solace #will x nico

[justkpopjokes]

Nice to Meet You, Angel. || Demon!Joshua

Ft. Joshua/Jisoo(s Chri—actually no, the complete opposite)

Anon: Demon Joshua😏

A/N: This AU has gone through 4 whole plot rewrites rip. kinda inspired by Good Omens!! (also 2 aus in a week?? whaaaaaat)

!! This is a gender neutral!reader fluff with 1945 words~ !!

Before we begin the plot, lemme quickly go through the basics of the universe

yayy lin’s doing world building again

there are angels and demons in the universe, simply just the optional jobs of people’s souls once they die

if they choose this job, they don't remember much of their life on Earth, but they do remember events they associate w/strong emotions bc it helps them

for ex. an angel could remember how sad a death made them feel so they know to prevent it

and a demon can remember how angry a bully made them felt so they can make people that level angry

both angels & demons take the form of their bodies when they were alive and roam on Earth

they can also return to Heaven/Hell and observe Earth from their respective realms

also yes demons can be summoned, but lmao you can also just give em a phone call via incantation

the angel equivalent to this phone call is praying

demons can pretty much do anything as long as it relates somehow to the Seven Deadly Sins (pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth)

angel powers are more holy/good, and they can grant things in prayers if they choose, etc

Anyway, YOU KNOW THIS BOI??

THiS bOi sHUa

he's chill af for a demon ok

one of the first demons so like no one really knows how he’s a demon bc he’s so polite

there’s some speculation that he was one of the first to fall but like

what the hell did he do???

But also some say he became a demon out of spite bc he saw a demon commit a “sin” that actually helped someone

so he became a demon just to help people in a more… unholy way

and then he was upset angels hated him just because he was a demon

like wow spirit discrimination

NOW YOU—

you are an angel (literally)

you’re the angel that protects like. atheists/"non-believers" bc c'mon just because they don’t believe in God/gods doesn’t mean they shouldn't have access to that protection service

(yes hello you’re calling APS, the Angel Protection Service sponsored by God, how may I help you?)

so yeah you’re pretty chill yourself since you have to constantly deal with people who don't believe in you lol

One fine day, you were listening to a prayer from a sick college student

ok it wasn't really a prayer but they were like "oh please, my god, let me get some sleep tonight"

you gladly put them to sleep and they slept soundly at night

when you checked on them the next morning, you noticed—

A dEmON?!?

…lying right next to the student (but above the covers, he has boundaries), who isn't stirring at all

if the leather jacket and ripped jeans didn't tip you off, he had some horns on his head to confirm ur suspicions

You: "Hey what in the world are you doing here?!"

???: "What? If they get up rn they won't be able to pay attention in class. I'm letting them rest first"

You: "Wha—who—okay, okay okay… who are you?"

"I’m Joshua, nice to meet you, angel"

Shua knows he has the name of an angel so afterwards he's like. Don't get it confused bish.

you ask him what he's doing, and basically, he's using the sin sloth on this sicko student so they stay in bed and recover instead of going to class

Even tho you feel iffy abt letting a demon affect a human right in front of you, an angel, you are a bit intrigued

you haven't seen a demon use their powers for good before…

who is this guy??

anyway he disappears, presumably to Hell, once the student needs to wake up

which is when u miracle them some bread to get

But don't worry, you're destined to meet again~

which you did, on several occasions

and ok maybe you were glad to talk to someone who was actually interesting

so, yknow,,, if another angel was like "hey y/n uhh there's a demon… bothering? someone? idk but it's a non-believer, that's ur jurisdiction right"

you had a guess on who this demon was…

…and you were right

Joshua: "Oh hey angel"

You: "Ew, you make it sound like a pet name"

JS: "Well I don't know your name, do I?"

You: "Oh. Right. It's Y/N."

he still calls you angel tho, smh that flirt

y'all just bicker and/or chat for a bit whenever u go help the same person

Like one time when he insisted that you let him use gluttony on a teen so they'd eat a lot of ice cream that day

they had just been through a bad break up so u let it slide

Or another time he used wrath on a timid kid so they could stand up to a bully

all of these ended w/you two bickering while walking away

There was this little girl you were watching from heaven who was writing a letter to "Whoever Can Do This"

little girl started listing a bunch of things, which you assumed were toys

but then you realized it was actually stuff like food, friends, a puppy, a loving dad who will go out to the park with her—

so u go down there to check on this lil child

…and that's when you see a familiar leather jacket watching over her and suggesting other things to write

you can’t see him from heaven so ur like gosh darn it I should’ve known

"Joshua?? I should've known it was—"

*cue both shua and the child turning around*

JS: "Oh hey, nice to see you, angel"

Lil' Nugget: *GASP* "Mr. Josh is this ur s/o???"

JS: "Hm? Oh, I mean, no, but um…"

You: "Josh what have u been putting into this one's head…"

Shua's all like "greed! Her dad's been ignoring her since her mom died so we're writing a list of things she wants"

then the smol girl smiles so wide and is like "Mr. Josh is helping me! He's my new friend!!"

ur like awww dangit ok I'll let it slide if u let me help

Once she finishes it, Josh hands the girl's list over to you

he explains quietly he wants you to miracle her dad to pay attention+love his daughter again so they can have/do all the other things on the list

you read it over again and do just that

The little girl gives the list to her father, your miracle allowing them to have a fun afternoon eating ice cream and playing with her toys

And you and Josh have a nice time too~

once y'all left that girl's room, he invited you for some soda

"Coke? I hope you mean Coca Cola"

"Yeah, uh, there's a place with a vending machine not too far from here. We can walk"

You don't spend time on Earth often, but you learn as you walk w/Josh that he "prefers the air up here"

mainly bc he doesn't fit in with the other demons, but he also just likes spending time with humans

(obviously tho he needs to go down to hell occasionally for like conferences and such)

you don't remember if you've ever been on a date before lol

Josh doesn't either, but he does remember how jumbled up ur emotions get, which he is not ready for

then again of course he has, I mean look at that charm

however, you can't remember if the feeling you get when going on ur little date with Shua is love :/

it isn’t really, but just bc this is ur first “date,” so it makes sense

But Josh makes sure to take you out again… for dinner!!!

you were investigating the use of lust and pride at the same time

of course, it was just Josh helping a guy find someone to hook up with

you were kinda disgusted and wanted to leave, so shua gladly took your arm and pulled you away to a restaurant!

y’all had a nice dinner, paying with some money Josh had collected

and then you went to walk together and chat some more

he’s breathtaking, and he actually wants to spend time with you despite y’all being on opposite sides of an inevitable war

You don’t care, going on more dates just to talk and not have to care about ur jobs and other stuff

Shua hears you yell “what the hell” at some point and he’s like woAH you can say that???

“Yeah. I mean, it’s not really polite, but I can. Can you say ‘Thank God?’”

“‘Thank God?’ Well look at that, I can. Good point”

you love him because he’s so chill and doesn’t give a f*** abt anything

except you and humans, apparently

like he could’ve burned or smth by saying “Thank God” or be confined to the basement of Hell for helping people/talking with you, but he doesn’t care lmao

However, no one really knows you’ve been talking with a demon tho so uhhh

when they do you get in a little bit of trouble w/the archangels

ur boss was essentially like “y/n what the HECK are you doing?!? you’re on thin ice rn”

you get mad at him, trying to defend Joshua

and you’re right in doing so, since he just wants to help people with a different set of powers

ur archangel boss sends you back down to Earth, saying you can’t return to Heaven until they work smth out

(they probably want to burn you with Hell fire)

You warn Josh, knowing they might burn you

he’s adamant on keeping you with him, so y’all try to hide or smth

which won’t work of course, but you can try, right?

right?

Shua and you sit together on a bench, with you leaning on his shoulder

“Joshua… I’m scared, I don’t want to be burned!”

“Don’t worry y/n, it’ll be okay. I love you, angel, nothing bad will happen”

and just like that, you remember what it feels like to love

“You’re right. I love you too. Help the non-believers for me if I go, alright?”

“I’ll help them just for you.”

Your archangel boss is smart, knowing the worst punishment for you is to be reincarnated without memories

you wouldn’t remember Joshua at all

and when he drags u back up to Heaven, you want to cry

do angels cry holy water? anyway

you’re sent back to Earth as a baby that can’t fend for itself

You remember nothing.

You’ve recently graduated from college and are out looking for a job

you’ve gotten rejected and fired so many times

for ex. just now, after you were arguing with someone who spoke another language that you didn’t know and there was no translator available

the customer wasn’t willing to cooperate either, ignoring your attempts to use an online translator smh

it’s late and you’re tired, so you leave, angry, and start coughing frantically when you inhale too much smoke coming from the alley next to you

naturally, you’re like “What the hell?! Dude, you’re not supposed to be smoking this close to an entrance!”

“Why do you care? You don’t work here anymore”

you take a better look at the stranger once he steps into the light of a nearby lamppost

it’s a dude in a leather jacket and ripped jeans who drops his cigarette

“Need help getting a job, y/n?”

“how do you—what—who are you?”

he extends a hand out to you, which you shake reluctantly

“I’m Joshua. Nice to meet you, angel.”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen joshua #joshua imagines #joshua scenarios #joshua hong #hong jisoo #joshua fluff #i never know what to tag josh's fics smh #jkj fics

[peakyblinders1919]

Sleep

You were finding it increasingly difficult to fall asleep in Michael's absence. 

You'd stay at his place almost every night, and when you did decide to return home to your infuriated parents and their long lectures, you'd lay awake at night looking blankly at the ceiling. Instead of sleeping your mind would wander and all you see able think about was Michael; the way he felt when he wrapped his strong arms around you, the way his expensive cologne filled the air when he entered the room, the smokey taste of his lip when they were on top of yours, the low hum of his laugh, his green eyes that crinkled as he smiled when he looked at you as if you were his whole world.

That's how you found yourself now. It was just past midnight, and time was ticking by slowly. The last time you'd stayed at Michael's it was for an entire week and you refused to call your parents at all and tell them where you were because they accused Michael as being "bad for you." Naturally you took refugee with him, showing up at this doorstep in tears. When he had talked you through it and you returned home, because no matter what your parents thought of him they came first and you weren't willing to loose them over anything, you faced their wrath. You didn't know how at 18 years old your parents could still ground you but they had found a way. You were forbidden from seeing Michael for a month. And your parents had connections; they had made it very clear that they'd find out if you saw him. 

The distance was eating at him as much as you. Your eyes were now adjusted to the dark and you could see everything in the room, even the clock now indicating it was one and you weren't the least it tired. You couldn't remember the last time you had slept now. Frustrated by everything, you got out of bed and snuck downstairs grabbing a bowl of ice cream and spoon and hopping onto the counter, eating in the dark just to pass the time. The room was silent as you looked around, your eyes singling  in on the phone across the room. You so badly wanted to run and call him but he was probably asleep and it would be useless anyway. You sighed, digging the spoon back into the white creaminess as you heard a faint tapping from outside. When it didn't stop you opened the kitchen window and yelled into the night.

"Y/N?" The familiar voice called back, but you couldn't see anything.

"Michael?”

"Yeah."

"Where are you?" You called, launching your body forward and hanging out the window, looking up and down the alley. Suddenly he emerged, appearing out of the darkness so his face was right in front of you, the sudden shock of seeing him causing you to fall back inside.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You questioned angrily, though you were overjoyed to see him standing below you, the light reflecting off his green eyes and sly smirk.

"Trying to get your attention."

"Were you throwing pebbles at my window?"

"Yeah and you thought I didn't know what romance was." You smiled and leaned out the window so you could kiss him. Your lips lingered on his, taking in the taste you'd forgotten.

"You gonna leave your loving boyfriend out here?" You laughed while rolling your eyes, sighing heavily in response.

"My parents would have a heart attack if you came in."

"They won't find out."

"Fine." You groaned, throwing your head towards the door and opening it. You waited for what felt like forever for him to walk around and show up, and when he did he walked in fast, throwing close the door and pinning you up against it quickly. Your breathe caught in your throat at the sudden movements and sheer closeness between you two.

"I missed you." He whispered.

"I missed you too." You said, your fingers reaching up to touch his jaw as you remained trapped by him, just to make sure this was real. He was really here. 

He pulled you closer to him by the waist, you hands still on him as you kissed each other longingly. It seemed to last forever, and you never wanted it to stop. His hands grabbed your body hungrily, wanting more. You surrender to his touch, throwing your head back with a soft moan as kissed your neck. He nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in the sweet rosy scent of your skin.

"Is that a new perfume?" He asked, his breath tickling your skin.

"Michael," you said breathily, trying to keep collected under his touch which was impossible. Your back was pressed to the door as he kissed your lips again, his hands meticulously slipping up your thighs and under your shirt. His fingertips grazed your skin delicately as if you were carved from marble, a flawless sculpture. But you knew he wanted to devour you, get your clothes off and make you his. You gasped, pulling away from him when his hands were dangerously close to your core.

"Michael, we can't."

"Why not, it's been too long," he whined like a baby, throwing his head back.

"I know, I know," you said, bringing your hands back to his face and forcing him to look at you. "But my parents..."

"We can be quite."

"Michael, have you met me?" He laughed, shaking his head.

"For such a little girl you are pretty fucking loud." You gasped, hitting him pretty hard on the chest but not denying the fact. He only laughed again and took your hand from him and kissed the knuckles. "I just needed to see." 

"Want some ice cream?" You asked, finally slipping past him and heading back to the kitchen. He rolled his eyes though you didn't see and placed himself firmly in between your legs that dangled from the counter. You smirked down at him as he leaned on your thighs and watched you eat a spoonful of melted vanilla. He wouldn't take his eyes off you as you did.

"What?" You asked with the spoon still in your mouth. 

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Make something as simplistic as eating ice cream look so perfect?" You shrugged, trying not to blush as you took another spoonful. "Want some?" He opened his mouth as a response and you gave him a big spoonful. Too big actually as the cold overwhelmed him and you laughed through an apology, somehow spilling the rest from the spoon onto the shirt.

"Michael!" You called a little too loudly, hoping your parents wouldn't wake. He looked at you through narrow eyes, only talking after the cold wave had passed.

"That was not my fault," he protested, moving to get you a wet clothe to wipe it off.

"And this was my favorite shirt," you complained as you looked down at the spot. He handed you the clothe and you wiped at it hoping it wouldn't stains.

"Hey, isn't that my shirt?" He asked, looking at the white button up you were swimming in. 

"No..." you sang, keeping you eye on the bowl in your hands. You weren't a very good liar and he knew it by the smirk on your face.

"It is too."

"Well it's not anymore."

"Where'd you even get that?"

You shrugged, putting the clothe on the counter beside you when you figured you had done all you could to clean it. "I stole last time I was over."

"I really am a bad influence on you, huh?" You just shrugged again, finishing your ice cream. "You coulda just asked for it you know?"

"Eh, but then you woulda washed it and it wouldn't smell like you. I feel closer to you when I wear it. Thought it would make me feel like you were here so I could actually sleep." His furrowed brows were enough to ask you what you meant. "I haven't slept in days."

"Why?"

"Well it's not by choice. I just can't seem to fall asleep without you."

He didn't say anything for a while as he kept his hands on your firmly, looking up at out as you licked the ice cream off your lips. Michael's lips on yours took you by surprise, you leaning into ur again, storming the hair at he make of his neck even when you pulled apart.

"Come here." He said then, leaving you confused as he held his hands out to help you off the counter. 

"What?" You asked as he left you standing there and walked into the middle of your kitchen.

"Dance with me."

"Without music?"

"Do you have any?"

"Yeah, but my parents remember." He sighed, looking at you for a moment, taking in your beauty before pulling you into him.

"Then well just do without." You gave a small laugh, resting your hand around his neck and holding his other. You moved slowly around the room for a while before you put your head on his shoulder and kept going. You danced for a few minutes but it felt like forever. Finally your eyes were heavy and it took Michael two times of saying your name to get you to answer.

"What?"

"It's late."

"What time is it?”

He turned around, his arms keeping you up right as you yawned. "Shit, it's 3."

"Lets go to bed." You said,

Taking his hand and pulling him towards the stairs but he was stronger and came to a stop.

"Y/N, I can't stay."

"Please. I really need to sleep."

"What about your pa-"

"Fuck them." You said, and he smiled, walking behind you back to your room. You fumbled in the dark to get back in bed, Michaels warmth radiating from his body to yours as he held you tight. You snuggled into him, getting comfortable and closing your eyes.

"Thank you." You whispered in the dark as he breathed in the scent of your hair.

"For what?"

"I don't know. Everything. I'm just so in love with you Michael Gray. I mean it." You mumbled as you started drifting to sleep.

"I know."

"To the moon and back."

"Go to sleep, you're getting delirious."

"Say it back. I-" you paused as you yawned again. "I'm not going to sleep until you do."

"I love you Y/N. To the moon and back."

You smiled in the dark, almost immediately falling asleep after the words left his mouth. You jade never been more comfortable as you were in his arms, and you didn't care what your parents would say when they woke up tomorrow and saw you.

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