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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Milkshakes

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Overwhelmed when Loki saves you, you respond to his kindness with fear. Determined to apologize, you seek Loki out to thank him with a couple of milkshakes and some fries. Warnings: a tad angsty but much fluff A/N: This is actually one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Of course it had to be during your lunch break that a supervillain attacked the city. Of course today you decided to go out to eat instead of packing something. And, of course you had to be walking by the building right as it crumbled. You started praying to any god that there may be to save you from being crushed. Though, you hadn’t actually expected one to save you.

In the moments before you would have been flattened, Loki put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Raising his free hand, a glimmering green force field appeared around you. The falling matter bounced off of it and landed around you, the shield offering strong protection. Of course you were thankful to be rescued, but did have to be Loki? You knew he was supposedly reformed, but so many news outlets still ran stories about how he was dangerous. A ticking time bomb. You’d never quite formed an opinion on him, and it was causing great conflict in you now. On the one hand, he looked very intimidating from this close, what with his impressive stature and horned helmet and all. But on the other, he was saving you from the actual super villain destroying the city. Perhaps if there wasn’t so much going on, you could think more clearly. Alas, your thoughts were a messy, confused jumble, leaving you fearful of the super-powered god in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in his deep, smooth accent as the shield shimmered away into nothing. The god brought his arm to shield your eyes from the small pieces of debris still falling, the other one still around your waist in a protective manner. “Are you injured at all?

“I, um, uh, I- I,” you stammered, backing up. “Mhm. All good. Uhhh, thanks.”

You were certain you must be the most awkward person in history, but instead of making fun of you, Loki just looked sad. Even with the hurt behind his eyes, his arms shot out to catch you when you stumbled over the wreckage. He guided you away from the obstacles to a place where you could walk unhindered. He moved back from you as soon as he’d finished escorting you.

“You are welcome,” he finally responded. “I am sorry for frightening you. You should get somewhere safe.”

Without waiting for a reply, he left to rejoin the battle. You started retreating from the scene, steering as clear of any large structures as you could, cursing yourself the whole time. Loki had saved you, and you’d been afraid of him. What kind of nonsense was that? And you were certain he got that kind of reaction all the time, based on the way he’d looked at you and realized your bumbling actions were a result of fear. Fear of him after he’d so carefully and gently saved you.

You felt stupid and petty as you joined a throng of people being guided away from the scene. After nearly two years of working to protect the city, Loki should have gotten more praise and love than he did. You realized it now, only moments too late. Someone should tell him he was appreciated, a hero. And if no one else was going to do it, you resolved to do it yourself.

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The meeting was dreadfully boring, but someone had to go. Seeing as all the other Avengers were busy, that someone was Loki. Besides, Stark had told him it would be good for his image to head up the restoration of the city this time round. The committee and resources were all a part of Stark Industries, of course, so Loki felt there should be some employee to take care of it instead of him. But whatever, he’d been roped into it now, and he figured that there was some merit to what Tony has said about his reputation.

Luckily, with a week having passed since the battle, great headway had been made with the repairs, and the meeting was much shorter than expected. Itching to get outside, Loki headed to the main doors.

“You don’t understand,” Loki heard someone say to the receptionist as he approached the front desk. “He saved me the other day. I have to thank him. Please?”

Loki just rolled his eyes as he pushed through the turnstile. He couldn’t even begin to count how many fans had tried this tactic to meet their favorite Avengers. Granted, no one had ever tried to see him, but he was coming to terms with it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder which of his colleagues you were trying to get through to see. Perhaps Steve, or maybe even Thor. Loki was so lost in thought it barely even registered when the voice switched from pleading with the receptionist to calling after him.

He turned and stopped, recognizing the person jogging after him as you, who he remembered from the battle. “May I help you?” he asked in the most pleasant tone he could manage.

“Yeah. Uh, hi. I don’t know if you remember, but you saved me the other day,” you explained sheepishly. “You know, during the attack.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“Oh! Good. I just wanted to say thank you for that. For saving me, I mean. And the city.”

“I see,” the god replied, suspiciously raising an eyebrow. “Well then, you are welcome. Really, I was just doing my job, though.”

“Well, I still appreciate it.” There was a lapse in the conversation, as neither of you were really sure what to say next. “Can we go somewhere? Like for coffee or something. Can I buy you a coffee?”

Oddly enough, that made Loki distrust the situation even more. Ok, maybe you were actually a super nice person who had a guilty conscience for making him feel bad, and maybe that prompted you to come thank him properly. But that you wanted to buy him something, presumably to show your newfound appreciation? Absolutely preposterous. The only people who ever did something remotely as kind as that were his fellow Avengers, and not even all of them or particularly often. Any of the other people who openly supported him didn’t show appreciation, per se. It was more that they felt he’d done enough to redeem himself at this point, which wasn’t exactly the most thrilling phrasing either. But here you were, awkwardly shuffling your feet and asking to buy him coffee. Loki supposed he shouldn’t pass such an opportunity up. And yet, he probably was going to.

“No thank you,” he finally replied, shaking himself from the shocked, catatonic state he’d fallen into. “I do not much like coffee.”

As he walked away, he thought that would be the end of it. That perhaps you’d only been talking to him in the hopes he’d invite you to see the other Avengers, too. That maybe you’d go back to trying to wheedle your way inside at the front desk. Much to his surprise, you came hurrying after him.

“Wait,” you called. “Ok, so scratch the coffee. How about ice cream or tea or a milkshake or something? Anything really, you name it.”

Now that you were outside, he observed you again while he thought, as if hoping the sunlight would reveal your true intentions. He couldn’t find anything malicious in your expression, just some sort of anxiety. Loki must have taken too long in coming to a decision, because you started rambling.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to pressure you into it or anything, but I wanted to do something nice to say thank you and-” you cut off and bit your lip. “Is this stupid? It sounds stupid. It’s probably stupid. I’ll go now. Again, I’m really sorry to have bothered you.”

“One moment,” he said before you could make your retreat. “You said anything I want, correct?” You eagerly nodded as Loki got an idea. “Alright then. I would like a five course meal at the nicest restaurant in London, please and thank you.”

“I, um. I know I said anything but, uh...” You noticed his serious expression had turned into a sly grin. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. My apologies, but I simply could not resist,” he chuckled.

You began to laugh, too. Not in a way that made him think it was out of courtesy or pity, but an honest to goodness laugh. Briefly, he thought it one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard, before quickly shaking the idea from his mind. It was ridiculous; he hardly even knew you. But you seemed pretty adamant on showing your gratitude. Plus, you’d apologized to him, which was more than he could say for most of the people in his life.

“You know, I would usually say tea, but a milkshake actually sounds quite lovely right now,” he told you once you’d calmed down. “That is, if the offer is still open.”

“Of course it is!” you happily told him, the smile on your face growing. Not to mention you seemed much more at ease. “I actually know a great diner that’s just a short walk from here, if that works for you.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

It took approximately ten minutes to get to the restaurant. After properly introducing yourselves, you kept up a light dialogue. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly; just hesitant, as if both of you were afraid of saying the wrong things and shattering the blissful moment. Loki still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust you. Such a feeling just wasn’t in his nature, especially not when it came to someone he just met and had a considerably rocky start with. Even so, he found himself enjoying your company.

Arriving at the diner, Loki held the door open for you as you walked in. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for a seat, the classic red stools at the bar free at this time of the afternoon. Loki swiveled the seat back and forth ever so slightly, and found himself chuckling when he caught you doing the same thing. You offered him a shy smile as a waitress handed the both of you a menu.

The God of Mischief had only ever had the pleasure of drinking a milkshake once before, a vanilla one when the team had convinced him to try it on one of their outings. He’d thoroughly enjoyed it and planned on playing it safe by ordering the same thing now. When you asked what he was getting, though, you were having none of that. After nearly five minutes of rousing debate, you’d finally talked him up to chocolate. Part of him was having so much fun with the discussion and how animated you became about the topic that he almost didn’t want to concede. But the waitress came back to take your orders, and he didn’t want to make her leave and come back again.

“Oh, and some French fries too please,” you added after ordering your favorite milkshake.

Loki shot you a perplexed look. “French fries?” he asked after the waitress moved away.

“Yeah. Please tell me you’ve heard of them before.”

“I have. I have even eaten them a few times before, believe it or not,” he answered as you turned to face him, leaning on the counter. “But are you certain they go with a milkshake?”

Your jaw dropped open. “Of course they do. Listen, Loki, you haven’t lived until you’ve dipped French fries in a milkshake. You’ll love it, I promise.”

You continued to help him expand his knowledge of Midgardian cuisine as you waited for your order to come. Once it arrived, you dipped a fry in your shake, just as you had said, trying to convince him just how delicious it truly was. The trickster skeptically picked one up and mimicked your actions, plunging it into the frothy liquid. The second it hit his tongue, his face lit up in pure delight.

“See, I told you,” you laughed.

“Indeed you did,” he said back, the corners of his eyes crinkling from how wide his smile was.

An hour and another order of fries later, the two of you finished your snack. Loki was in a better mood than he’d been all month. Honestly, he was a little sad when the bill came.

“Are you certain you do not want me to pay?” he checked as you fished out a twenty from your wallet to cover the low-cost meal. “Or we could split it, at least.”

“Loki, it’s fine,” you giggled. “This is me thanking you, remember? And, honestly, it’s me apologizing, too. I was just startled the other day and there was a lot going on. I hadn’t ever really thought about what I’d do if I met an Avenger, least of all if it happened while they were saving my life. I was overwhelmed; I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself or anything.” Without really thinking about it, your hand moved to rest on top of his. It was a surprise to Loki, but a welcome one. “Because—and I can say this with absolute certainty—you’re amazing, Loki. You do so much for the city. I hope you know how appreciated you are, at least by me.”

His other large hand came to cover yours. “Thank you, darling.” He didn’t mean to say the pet name, but it just slipped out. “I cannot express how much that means to me.”

Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to tell you everything, make you privy to all his inner turmoil. But that was buried underneath years of pain and rejection, too heavy to move for someone he didn’t know all too well, no matter how connected he felt to you in this moment. So he let the urge pass over him, hoping his thanks would be sufficient enough in expressing how he felt.

“You’re welcome, Loki,” you told him, squeezing his hand. Then you stood up. “So, I guess I’ll be letting you get on with your day then. This was really nice, though. Thanks for agreeing to it.”

“You’re welcome and thank you,” he replied. “It really was.”

After waving goodbye to each other, you exited and Loki stayed where he was, picking at the last few nubs of fries left in the basket. He didn’t know exactly why he didn’t leave, too. Just that something was missing.

“Ah, young love,” the elderly waitress who had been serving you all day said to Loki as she came to collect the empty dishes. “Magical, isn’t it?”

“Love?” Loki choked out. “I am afraid you are quite mistaken. It was not even a date. I hardly even know them. I will probably never even see them again.”

“And you’re just gonna let them walk out?” she tsked. “It’s a right shame, sonny. Let me tell you, you don’t just let something like that walk out on ya.”

He looked at the door for a second in melancholic contemplation before bolting out after you. He shouted his thanks to the waitress as he pushed open the glass door, exiting out into the harsh sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, they scanned for your form before it walked out of his life forever. Spotting you, he jogged in your direction and called your name. Funny, he thought, how just earlier that day the roles had been reversed.

“Loki?” you asked, stopped on the sidewalk as he caught up to you. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“Actually, the problem is what did not happen.” He kicked a rock with his shoe, as suddenly the ground became very interesting to him. His insides were a nervous mess. Clearing his throat, he gathered his courage to continue. “See, I do not have any way of contacting you again. And it had been my sincere hope that you would want to do this again, let me take you out somewhere.”

“That sounds amazing,” you agreed, jotting down your number on an old receipt you’d found in your wallet. Smirking, you parroted back his words from earlier. “How about you take me for a five course meal in London?”

“Oh, so you have turned my own jokes against me. How very clever of you,” he laughed. “What if we just went to see a movie, instead?”

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Just text me a time and place, and I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it. As soon as I buy the tickets, I shall let you know.”

“Sounds awesome! It’s a date.”

As you parted ways, for real this time, it registered in Loki’s mind what you’d said. He hadn’t particularly been thinking about his phrasing or in what way he was asking you to hang out. But apparently you’d taken it as an invitation for a date. As Loki arrived back at the Tower and flopped onto his bed, already dreaming of your laugh, he found he was quite happy that you had.

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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My Princess, My King

MOVIE THE LAST LEGION AGE UP!! COUPLE ROMULUS X READER RATING SMUT

I stood nervous I couldn't deny, in the dress that had been picked out for me if you could much call it a dress, I had two golden well I suppose you'd call them hoops one around my neck the other and my waist and the pale pink fabric wrapped around the metal to make my dress I was exposed but in this heat I didn't mind it much so long as I was covered where it mattered. I suppose I shall have to get use to this place, the vast tall halls, the beautiful marble floors this place is to be my home now, for as long as I could remember I had been engaged to the boy king here, I accepted it like any good princess would. I followed my father as staff lead him into the room, and there I saw a beautiful woman, a tall strong diplomatic man, and a tall, skinny boy on the throne

"Your grace" my father nodded so I bowed too

"Your grace, a pleasure to have you in our fair city" the man standing said

"It is a most beautiful place, now if I may present my daughter" he says offering his hand so I took it moving forward "the princess y/n y/n, of y/county,"

"A very beautiful girl indeed, then I shall present my son, Romulus Augustus of rome, blood line of the Cesar's" the man said he elbowed the boy in the chair and he stood up

"Yes, uhh it is a pleasure to finally meet with you my princess" he nods coming closer to me I smiled and stepped closer to him too

"I have long awaited meeting you, you are far more handsome then described"

"Thank you, you uhh you are far more beautiful then I could have imagined you to be"

"I am honored to be your bride my king" I smiled "I only hope I shall be good to you"

"I'm sure you will be my princess"

"I have long since passed my blood my king, I shall egarly await my opportunity to further the blood line of the Cesar's"

"I uhhhhhh ummm yes, uhh I'm sure you uhh you will my princess" he nods slightly blushing at what I had said "I uhh I shall see you later" he says giving my hand a kiss before he left to tend to other matters,

I stood a little nervously as he and his father left, so I followed my father out as the staff lead us to our rooms for now,

"I don't think he likes me"

"He was probably just nervous, You have nothing to fear my darling I'm sure he will like you very much," He says "Give it time, I didn't like your mother all that much when I met her, I thought she was beautiful and I got all tongue-tied to it's normal for boys when they meet there betrothal," He says "Do you like him?"

"He is a good king, I will sever him well" I nodded

"You are such a perfect little princess, But really? do you like him?"

"He is very handsome" I giggled blushing a little...

As soon as I left the room I hid myself away in a little room not sure what it was but it was empty, passing and trying not to go crazy

Oohhh my god... She's beautiful. Why didn't they tell me she was beautiful! Ohh and that body uuuummmm the sculptures will be fighting over who gets to make a statue of her, that face, that hair, those huge boobs! And she already started talking about a baby! So as clearly definitely wants to have sex with me!

"Knock, knock." A voice came from behind the door he opened it and it was my father who came in shutting it again "so? Do you like her?"

"Like her! She's a goddess! Someone could have warned me"

"Of what?"

"That's she was that attractive! I was expecting some little you know rat faced, betrothal not... Not that syren faced, hypnotic bodied princess"

"There was rumor she was beautiful, I did tell you that"

"Yeah but I kinda assumed you said that to make me feel better" I sighed "aren't I you know... Punching above my weight a little with that"

"Of course not your a king, of the whole empire, your a cesar of course your wife will be beautiful and worshipped like a goddess" he says

"I'm not sure I can"

"What?"

"I'm nervous! I kinda hadn't planned for actually liking her? Now I don't know what to do"

"Just do like we talked about"

"The only instructions you gave me father was go with my instincts"

"And?"

"I do not have instincts"

"Romulus, I thought the same first time I saw your mother, trust me you know what to do it'll all come to you in time,"

"My instincts are confused, they won't know what to do with... That sat in my bed chamber"

"Just relax, it's normal to be nervous I was with your mother, just relax and have fun with your beautiful new wife" he says

I couldn't relax after all this stuff, I passed around the palace unsure how to feel or what to do about it all, I decided this wasn't helping me think so I gathered some things and headed down to the springs below the palace. I went down the long stone stairs heading deeper and deeper into the palace, I opened the heavy wooden door going into the small room filled with wooden shelves and hooks, I began stripping off my clothes about to call in the staff but I noticed how warm I already felt, the baths must already be heating up? I arrived at the baths, they seemed like always, empty, the flickering of candle light and the small fire pits around, dark with the lack of windows, the steam from the large pool filled the air, the smell of sweet flowers radiating, the pool took up most of the room with enough space in the tied blue wave Mosaic floor with a few lights across to the door to the cool spring outside, the walls heavy stone to keep in the hot steam, the ceiling painted beautifully with celestial bodies. I stepped over dipping my toe into he water feeling the cost relaxing heat, But as I did I heard a noise.

The water broke moving suddenly, the sounds of someone breaking thought the water, I looked up and my jaw dropped. It was the princess, y/n. My well now wife. She stood on the lowest step at the bottom of the stairs in the other side of the pool, she was... Naked! Her hair flat to her head where she had been submerged, her smooth naked skin with the warm steam surrounding her, the firelight casgading off her skin, her face turned away not looking at me her hands moving to smooth her hair gently, her breasts bounced as she breathed, her ass complete exposed to me with such a perfect curve, any lower still under the water, she let out a gentle moan as she fixed her hair. She turned slightly over her shoulder and smiled as she saw me averting her eyes looking to the water, she put a hand infront of her mouth and giggled a little

"Why hello my king" she smiled moving all her hair over her shoulder letting me see her completely bare back,

"Uuuuuuughhh hello"

"I'm so sorry my king, I only wanted a bath" she blushed

"Ughhhh yes ummm no uh no need to apologise, it's the uhh the hot spring that's uhh what it's for" I nodded quickly using my hands to cover myself up as I was... Naked!

"Did you want me to go?" She asks plaiting and unplaiting her hair as we spoke

"No, uh of course not feel free to uhh use the baths as much as you want" I told her

"Did you want to come in too?"

"I uhhh.... Yes" I nodded "but I ughhhh I'll wait, until your done" I reassured her

But she giggled again "my king, we are husband and wife now. I'd like for you to join me"

"Well I uhh, I will if you would like me to my princess" I nodded nervously stepping down into the warm water I almost moaned feeling my body relax as I moved deeper and deeper until the water reached my neck, but I saw how close I was to her so I moved to the edge sitting myself in the stone seat built around the edge for sitting in the water and relaxing "I suppose we are... Husband and wife now. We should get used to each other"

"Exactly" she smiled "my king? Might I perhaps... Call you by your name?"

"Of course my princess, if uhh if I may use yours?"

"Of course" she giggled moving to sit on the edge in the other side across from me

"Y/n? May I uhh be frank with you?"

"Of course romulus"

"I have uhhhh I have never been.... With a woman before"

"Never?" She asks as she washes her hair

"Never. I uhh I only hope I do not disappoint you"

"You couldn't disappoint me" she smiled "you have nothing to fear, it's a new to me as it is to you"

"You seem... Much more confident in it then I am"

"I'm not sure confident is the word, uuhhh excited" she smiled

"I'm excited to" I told her "I think, you'll make a very good wife. And... A very beautiful wife."

"Thank you romulus, I think you shall make a very good, handsome, sweet husband" she smiled blowing me a kiss

"I just... I don't know anything really and, I guess I'm nervous"

"It's fine to be nervous, I am too, but we'll be alright, take things slow"

"Yeah, slow" I nodded

"Romulus can I ask you something?'

"If course"

"Are you uncomfortable around me?"

"How so?"

"Well... We've been here a while and you don't seen to wanna move your hands?"

"Oohh well I uhh..." I stuttered unsure how to respond

"It's a bath romulus, your going to see me, I'm going to see you, it's alright I am your wife" she giggled "I'll see it at some point" she smiled as she came closer standing again this time she faced me, the only thing to conceal her from my eyes was one hand that gently covered her pussy and her arm that crossed her chest to cover her breasts even if I could still see much of them, I couldn't keep my eyes off her not a single word arriving at my mouth and at that moment I understand what my father had meant I do have instincts, and they knew exactly what I wanted. My hand that I was using to hide myself took a grip of my now hard shaft rubbing and stroking just looking at her, she saw and blushed hard "romulus!" She giggled

"In sorry! I just... I don't know what else to do" I told her

"Well... What if I did this?" She asked moving her hands I saw everything, breasts, legs, waist, hips, pussy everything!

"Uhh... Uuuuhhhhh!" I groaned just looking at her unable to tear my eyes away form that body! I knew how close I was biting in my mouth still unable to stop looking at her but she stopped me moving back into the water and ripping my hand off myself

"Romulus!" She giggled "save something for tonight my king" she giggled wrapping her arms around my neck

"I'm not sure I can last till later" I admit "y/n... Can... Can I touch you?"

"If you'd like, your my husband romulus you can do whatever you want to me"

"Anything... I want to you?"

"Of course, I wife lives to service her husband" she smiled coming closer nuzzling with my neck I put my hands on her back feeling her smooth skin,

"Uuhhh y/n" I groaned my hands going crazy groping, fondling anything she'd let me at I was touching, till he moved back

"I think, it's getting a little hot in here" she smirked as I was gasping for breath desperate for attention

"You think so?"

"I do" she smirked getting up climbing the steps across from me the water dripping off her naked body as she stepped over to the door to outside "you coming romulus?" She giggled running outside,

I smirked and climbed out the bath hurrying after her out the door to the small courtyard, with high walls to another part of the castle, the light of the moon, and stars shining down on us, the grass perfectly trimmed, the stone path perfectly swept, the high rocks creating a waterfall in the corner of the walls that flowed down into a beautiful deep cool pool, it came from a natural spring near by but we had turned it into the outdoor cold pool for the spring she ran around the garden before jumping into the pool, I smirked and jumped in with her and somehow I ended up with my arms around her and hers around me as we sat in the still, quite, cool pool, under the moonlight

"Romulus?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Do you love me?" She whispered

"Honestly no." I told her making her look upset her face looking down at the water but I pulled her chin up "but I like you. Very much, your cute, your fun, your beautiful... We've been betrothed since we where kids, and I only met you today," I explain to her "but I really do like you. And I'm sure very soon I will love you"

"Okay" she smiled hugging me tightly "I like you too" she giggled pulling in my neck a little so I was close to her face I blushed but moved and gently kissed her soft lips...

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roguish-gallery · 4 years

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How would Jonathan Crane react to eventually reuniting with one of his old students? Someone who actually really looked up to him and admired his passion for teaching, but was one of the quieter students who never spoke up in class. But now that he's no longer their teacher, they feel much more comfortable talking to him?

Sorry this took so long to write! I got... a bit... carried away... uhhh. Here’s my first ever full-ass fanfic, kept under the read more like always! I hope you like it!

p.s. if the formatting on this is too weird, I also have it on my ao3 here

Jon + Reuniting with a Former Student!

It’s incredible how little he seemed to age over the years. His auburn hair might have gotten a bit greyer and thinner, and the lines under his eyes have gotten darker, but he remained just as tall, as intimidating as he was those years ago. After all these years, Jonathan Crane still goes to the same café, orders the same coffee, and even sits in the same seat. In a way, you almost admired how little he cared about keeping his identity a secret.

Of course, the last time you saw him in this café, it was during his office hours, and you had come to talk with him about the midterm. Now he’s… well. You know.

A wanted criminal.

A killer.

The Scarecrow.

You’re shocked how no one has noticed him sitting there except for yourself- a testament to how thoroughly desensitized Gothamites are towards flamboyant villainy. Or, possibly, the burlap mask does work to hide his identity. Probably a combination of the two, you figured.

You absentmindedly tapped your fingers along the table. You should have left the moment you saw him; anyone who’s watched the news would never want to be in the same room as the fucking Scarecrow. Who knows what he might do? What if he floods the air vents with fear toxin? What if he lunges at a waitress for getting his order wrong?

Yet… you still haven’t left, he has yet to create any incidents, and… you still want to talk to him. It’s not like the opportunity will ever present itself again. When will you get this chance?

Fuck it, let's go. you thought. The worst-case scenario is that you get to take a few days off from work to detox yourself. The threat of fear toxin has almost become as routine for the average Gothamite as getting into a car accident; unexpected, unfortunate, and it certainly ruins your day, but it’s nothing new. Finishing your coffee, you rose from your seat to approach him.

As you got to his table, you felt your stomach churn as Crane’s eyes darted from his book to you. He watched you with caution, his mouth pressed into a familiar displeased line. He looked mildly annoyed by your presence, but he said nothing. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand his unspoken threat- what will happen to yourself and everyone in this building if you chose to make his presence known. In an attempt to make things appear more casual, you took the seat across from him. He quirked a brow, but allowed it.

You might have thought you didn’t make a presence, but Jonathan Crane never forgets a face. Especially the face of someone brave enough to take his class.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Crane cuts you off. “No need to exchange formalities here.” he gestured vaguely to the surrounding café patrons. “This is hardly the place. Before you ask, yes, I do remember you- your final paper on cognitive dissonance was… adequate.” He took a sip of coffee. “If you’re asking me to change your grade, well, it’s a bit late for that.”

“Oh...” You didn’t even remember the grade you got on that final. “Well… I won’t bother you for long… I just wanted to pop in for a quick chat.”

He rolled his eyes and dog-eared his spot on his book. “Alright, but make it quick.”

...

.......

“Um..." You stutter. "... What are you doing here?”

Crane’s nose twitched. “All the things you could ask me, and you choose that?” He paused for a moment, and sighed. “Fine. If I’m being honest, no one makes coffee as good, cheap, and black as this old haunt does. Furthermore, even I get nostalgic sometimes.”

...

........

The two of you awkwardly stare at each other.

“If you don’t have anything else to tell me, you can leave.” he said.

...Better cut to the chase, then.

“I’ll leave you alone, but before I do…" You linger off, trying to find the right words. "I just wanted to let you know that you were my favorite professor back when I was in college. You changed me for the better... if you can believe it.”

Crane's eyes widened, and he disdainfully shook his head. “Of all the professors you could have chosen, and you decide that I’m your favorite? I thought I had taught you better than that. All of my research, my field data on fear, and yet I somehow fail to scare away a former student. Pathetic”

“I suppose you still have some work to do, then.” You told him.

“Yes,” he mused. “I suppose so.”

There’s more silence, before Crane decided to press further. “May I ask why?”

“I wasn’t in a good place back in school… I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, and I didn’t know how to articulate those thoughts into a vocal, healthy way... You though, you were always so passionate during your lectures” You explained. “Even if the tests were hard, and I hated having to cram for them. Coming to class and watching you talk about whatever, it was nice. You gave me hope that I’ll have that fire too, once I graduate.”

Something about that seemed to get to Crane. He blinked in surprise, and the irritated expression he had throughout the entire exchange… disappeared. His eyes softened just a bit, and his shoulders lowered into a more natural position. He studied your face, trying to find the smallest hint of deceit; something to let him know that this was just another joke. When he couldn’t find any, he sank back into his chair, his face now unreadable.

....

“... Did you find that fire?” He quietly asked.

“I don’t know... but I at least found enough to talk to you, even after all these years.”

The quiet returned, but it’s less awkward now, more comfortable. The air surrounding the table seemed to settle, and you could finally breathe.

“If it means anything to you, I am... flattered by the kind words.” Crane muttered something else under his breath, but you could make out a very restrained “Thank you”.

“I’ve got to go now, but thank you for your time, Professor.” You got up from your chair, hesitating. “It was good to see you again… I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now.”

He graciously nods his head. “It was… good to see you too… I enjoyed our talk.”

Before you could go any further towards the exit, he beckoned you back.

“Before you go- don’t drink from your tap next Tuesday. I’ll be testing out a city-wide experiment then.” He whispered.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly nodded your head. You needed to update your health insurance anyway. You thanked him again, bid him farewell, and left.

Jonathan remained in his seat as he watched you leave. He took a glance at his watch, wincing slightly at how much time had passed. He ought to be headed back to his hideout, assuming he wanted his plan to work on time.

Hmph- that’s what I get for getting sentimental. He finished the last sip of coffee lingering at the bottom of his cup, and shuffled his papers back into his satchel. It was good while it lasted, he supposed. Jonathan rapped his fingers along the table.

How long has it been since he’s been here last? Ten... no... twelve years? Dear god.

Despite the time gap, the café was just how he remembered it. Of course, things have changed- repainted walls, some refurbished furniture, and all of the regulars he shared the space with have long-since retired or graduated. Still though, things were fundamentally the same. College students mingling with each other, some trying to tutor less than-enthused peers, some study groups feverishly swapping notes with each other. The minimum-wage baristas, as expected, passed the time by flirting, or trying to study for their own classes. Yes, everything was just the same as he had left it.

And in the thick of the chaos, in the corner table sat Jonathan Crane, either up to his neck in library books, or helping out his students. Despite a more casual setting, the café had become just as academic of a place to Jonathan as the Gotham U libraries or the psychology conferences he used to attend.

His train of thought was broken as the waitress gently cleared her throat.

“Sir?” she asked. “Would you like your check?”

He thought about it for a moment. He did have work to do… but…

“Actually, could I get a refill?”

“Of course. Black coffee, right?”

“That’s right. Thank you”

Jonathan watched her take his cup away, and he pulled his book and notes back out. The fear toxin can wait.

Let him stay in this moment... just a bit longer.

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #headcanons #dc headcanon #DC comics

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weasleypogues · 4 years

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secrets (k.c)

request: I was wondering if could you do a kiara x maybank! reader where no one knows your bi and that you have a crush kiara but one night when everyone's hanging out and you play a game of truth or dare and everyone finds out & jj accepts you but worries about your guys' father finding out, please?🥺

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thanks for sending this in, i hope u like it!! :) sorry its kinda long and it took long to get to also :/

it wasn’t easy keeping a secret this big. you told yourself plenty of times that your friends and brother were the people you trusted the most and that they should know. however, you also couldn’t come to terms with the fact that if any word got back to your father, it was probably over for you and you could say goodbye to the sick excuse of a home.

you stayed out of the house with your brother jj as much as possible. this meant crashing at friends’ houses, working long hours, or surfing. as long as you weren’t close to what was once your sweet home, you were fine. a lot of the time, you felt bad overwhelming john b’s house with not only one maybank, but two. plus they needed jj and john b needed their bro time from here and there. this usually leads you to stay at kiara’s house. she was your best friend and you were so thankful for everything she’s done for you and the rest of the pogues.

yes, she was your best friend, but no way in hell would you ever feel confident enough to spill your secret to her. you kept a lock on this secret. and that big chain, lock, and thrown away key was guarding the fact that you are bisexual. somewhere in there was a smaller lock that held the secret that you also crushed on your best friend kiara. you knew deep down in your heart--or just really really hoped--that your friends would not judge you and defriend you because you were bi.

you kind of convinced yourself that if it wasn’t for your father, that you would have felt confident enough and already verbally told everyone that you were bi. you knew that they would never out your sexuality to anyone else that wasn’t in the friend group, but in the climate of living with luke maybank, you could not take even the smallest of chances.

nevertheless, it was a secret within yourself that you still felt sad that you had to keep this part back. within your own conscious, you embraced your sexuality and but you didn’t feel that saying it outloud was worth the bruises from your father. ignorance is bliss? that’s a debateable statement. because was the bliss reserved for your father and his anger, or for yourself and preventing another drop of blood?

you usually ran to one of the places where you found most of your alone time. it was you and your yellow surfboard against the world out in the waves. sometimes you would ride the waves to distract yourself or let off some steam. there were also other times where you’d swim far out and lay on the board to think in privacy which is ironic because you were completely out in the open.

one of those times were now. you let the waves rock you back and forth as your legs stradled the board and you laid on your stomach with your eyes closed. most of the time, if you were out there lying on your board, it’s because the internal battle with yourself was getting overwhelming. your brain was getting racked with the idea of just telling your friends because you weren’t being fair with yourself and wanted to tell them the truth, finally.

a voice quickly snapped you out of that trance, “waves not good enough for your surfboard?” after letting out a small yell of fright, you looked over and saw kie. her brown curls cascaded down her back and shoulders, two beaded necklaces hung from her neck, and she coincidentally wore your favorite yellow bathing suit of hers, because it matched your surfboard so well. your face felt warm at the thought that whenever there was a girls day, she would wear that bathing suit when you guys would surf because you said it was your favorite.

“nah, they’re just fine. just needed to disconnect for a little. y’know. the usual.” you gave kie a soft smile and chuckled as you concluded your sentence. your heart fluttered at the thought that she was very keen on eye contact and you felt like she could basically read your mind because of it.

her head cocked to the side, trying to read your facial expressions. “wanna talk about it?” you gave her a kind smile and shook your head, taking a deep breath in.

“uhm, i don’t even know if there’s much to talk about. it’s kinda all over the place up there.” you responded, pointing to your head. she put her lips in a straight line and nodded, in understanding.

“wanna hit the waves for a little and than go back to john b’s later with me? wasn’t sure if you were coming or not considering you’ve vacated to the waves instead of answering your phone.” kiara teased you, mirroring your position on the surboard.

“i’m down for that. beat you to the next wave!” you responded with a headstart, swimming with the tide and preapred yourself for the next wave. as you rode with the current that grew larger and larger, you stood up on your surfboard and rode with the wave as you heard cheering from kie behind you.

a couple of more successful waves between you and kie were concluded and you two were walking towards dry sand as you and your surfboards were dripping wet. “wanna borrow clothes from mine and crash there tonight if we don’t knock out at john b’s?” kiara inquired, throwing her wet hair into a messy bun and loading her surboard in the trunk of her car with the back seats down.

“works perfectly for me.” you responded, following her lead with placing your own surfboard back there. you looked down and smiled slightly to yourself that the idea that you never felt like this friendship was one sided. sometimes you felt like you would overstay your welcome or bombard her with your constant presence but she insisted all the time that she enjoyed having you around. after wiping the wet sand from your feet, you hopped in her car and made your way back to her house to get changed.

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you and your friends sat around a campfire outside, all a little high but just chilling.

“soooo....truth or dare? but without the dare?” sarah asked, giggling slighty. you heard an erruptions of groans but chuckled to yourself because of the response.

“so, just truth?” jj questioned in clairfication. john b rolled his eyes.

“that’s exactly what it is.” he answered which earned a light slap on the shoulder from sarah.

“or we could just sit here high out of our minds and bored like what we were previously doing.” sarah stated, in a higher tone because she knew that everyone would agree anyway.

“eh, fuck it. what else is there to do?” pope said, readjusting his position on the tree. “jj....uhhh.....last lie you told?”

jj groaned and leaned back in deep thought, “can’t believe that’s the best you got....uhm....i told john b that topper was the one who stole his bandana.”

john b shot up quickly, staring directly at jj. “okay, but what’s the truth? because you don’t know how close i was to confronting topper about my lucky bandana.”

“i may have spilt beer and needed something to clean it up with....” jj responded, cowering slightly in his seat. everyone laughed and awaited john b’s answer. you were a little more eager to hear the response considering you were the one that told jj to use the bandana instead of getting in trouble.

“i’ll beat your ass about it tomorrow, i’m too comfortable right now.” john b said, his head lying in sarah’s lap as she played with his hair lovingly. you couldn’t take your eyes away from them and it brought you back to kie. you just wished you could hold her like that and have her know your feelings. maybe tonight was the night to tell them you are bi? everyone seems relaxed and a little more wiped, so at least it wouldn’t be amped up. but then again, you brother jj sat right across from you and it brought you back to the idea that your dad may find out if the secret left your mouth.

you internally groaned at the fact that whenever you thought of letting people in on your sexuality, it always led you back to the fear of your father finding out. except, you didn’t internally groan but actually groaned outloud and you didn’t realize till everyone’s eyes were on you. you felt your face go hot and gave your best awkward smile.

“i guess (y/n) wants to go next. so (y/n/n)......biggest secret?” john b asked and you felt your heart slightly drop and your hands go sweaty. you opened your mouth but wasn’t sure if you should lie or was this the best opportunity to tell them? it seemed like john b read your mind when asking you this question. you felt your heart rate quicken and didn’t dare look anyone in the eyes.

“i...uh...uhm.” you responded nervously. even though it had been years when you came to the realization you were bisexual and had thought of every which way to tell your best friends in every scenario possible, you were still at a loss for words. fuck.

you felt tears brim your eyes and you ran both of your hands through your hair, staring at the ground. “woah, (y/n), you don’t have to answer it if it stresses you out so much.” jj told you, glaring at john b who clearly almost gave his little sister a heart attack. you shook your head and looked up at everyone.

“no no, it’s okay. uhm... fuck okay.” you said, feeling like your eyes couldn’t focus on one place because your mind was running at 100 mph. you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. keeping them closed, you continued “it’s now or never. so fuck it. i’ve kept this a secret for long enough...” you felt kiara from next to you grab your hand and reassuringly stroke her thumb back and forth. “i’m bi.”

honestly, you could tell if it had been 3 seconds, minutes, or hours till someone answered. you felt yourself get choked up until you felt a head that belonged to kiara lie itself on your shoulder and a hand squeeze your own. you were confused when you felt salty tears at your lips and finally looked at the rest of the group who all gave you soft and loving eyes.

“you know we’ll love you no matter what, (y/n), right?” pope said, send a small smile your way and crawling from his spot to right next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. you let a couple of more tears fall until a smile came upon your face, nodding.

you looked directly at jj, knowing exaclty what he was thinking because it’s exactly what you were thinking. “we can’t tell dad.” you both said in unison. you chuckled through the tears as jj walked towards you and engulfed you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. thankfully, it wasn’t long until john b and sarah made their way to the hug and everyone silently held each other for a moment.

“okay okay, enough sappiness.” you said, breaking up the hug with a giant smile on your face as you wiped the tears that were still falling from your eyes. your friends chuckled in response.

“i say this calls for a celebration with s’mores!” sarah announced, pulling john b’s hand towards his house. “kie, find some sticks. pope, make the fire stronger.”

you stood up, wiping off some dirt from your shorts and made your way closer to the dock in deep thought. even though it was such a clichè term, you felt like a literal weight was lifted off of your shoulders. your best friends finally knew and there wasn’t this side of you that you had to pretend didn’t exist. a familiar hand on your shoulder ripped you from your thoughts as your brother came into your view.

“i love you, (y/n). to the moon and back. i don’t want you to have to hold any part of yourself back from who you really are. but, i hate to say it. that excludes dad. i just can’t see you get hurt and it breaks my heart to have to ask you this.” your brother said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and looking out into the water as well. you took a deep breath and let your head lie on his shoulder.

“i know. i kinda expected this. but at least i don’t have to hide it from you guys now.” you responded, crossing your arms over your chest and letting your shoulders relax. again, jj kissed the top of your forehead but you two were interrupted when you heard footsteps walk on the dock behind you. you saw kie walking towards you two slowly and give you a small, kind smile.

“can i steal her for a second?” kiara asked jj, fiddling with her fingers. jj nodded and pulled away from you.

“‘she’s all yours.” jj said. i wish. jj started walking back towards the camp fire to help pope with the failing fire as kiara pulled you in for a hug. you took in her scent that was a mix of the ocean and her rose perfume.

“i’m so proud of you, (y/n).” she muttered into your hair and you squeezed her a little harder. you both pulled away slowly and you immediately looked into her beautiful brown eyes, your mouth slightly parted. and as if this were a romance movie, you glanced down at her lips as kiara couldn’t tear her eyes away from yours. and thank god she made the first move. kiara slowly leaned into kiss you and you moved in yourself.

your hands moved to lightly sit on her waist and her hands cupped your face, as you two deepend the kiss. it wasn’t long until the two of you pulled apart, slightly out of breath. a smile so wide made it’s way onto your face as you gazed into her eyes.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that.” kiara said, chuckling and letting her hands drop to her side.

“you? really? it’s all i keep fucking thinking about.” you said, pulling her in for a second kiss.

so maybe there was a second secret now to tell the rest of your friends that had already made their way back to the campfire.

#outer banks #outer banks writing #outer banks imagines #obx writing #obx #obx x reader #obx writings #obx imagines #jj maybank #kiara carrera #kiara x reader #kiara carrera imagines #kiara carrera x reader #kiara imagines #john b routledge #pope heyward #topper thorton #rafe cameron

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miraculous-ninjabird · 3 years

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request!! bluewire (jay x pixal) but Prom Night 2208 au. Jay as Kyle, Pixal as Tess, Nya as Kate. (prom night 2208 is a song that george salzar sings btw) :) love ur page btw

Anon, I was thrilled to get this prompt. It was so, so good that I had to take the time to try and do it justice. I hope I succeeded.

Title: Prom Night

Words: 1693

Rating: G, no real warnings apply as far as I am aware

Bluewireshipping (Jay/Pixal)

Based on the song Prom Night 2208 by George Salazar

Alternating POV

Jay straightened his tie for probably the twentieth time. Tonight was the night. Prom. He’d passed by the leisure deck a little earlier, and things were really starting to look good. His date...wasn’t who he had been hoping it would be. Getting up the courage to ask Nya had ended up being nearly impossible, and his mom had ended up setting him up with someone else insead.

Pixal was somewhat of an oddity to him. She had transferred to the Zircon-4 just a month ago, from Echo fleet. Which was wild since Echo fleet was like, the best of the best. On top of that, she was Gamma-Class Elite. So really, he wondered what she was doing here at all. It was also a little strange to know his date was a recon droid, but one of his best friends was also a droid so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Not that any of it mattered in the end since he was only doing this because his mom had asked and it was just as friends anyways. No need to sweat the details.

Finally! Prom night was here and Pixal could not be more excited. She didn’t really know much about her date...other than his name was Jay and he was human. They had met a few times since she’d gotten here, and he was pretty funny. Pixal really liked him. However, she also had to remember that he was totally in love with Nya. But all the boys seemed to be in love with Nya, and she couldn’t really blame him. Nya was pretty cute. No matter how much she wished it could be true, she and Jay just weren't compatible. As long as she kept that in mind, the night would still be fun.

Jay is waiting for her outside the door to his apartment. Dressed in a sharp blue suit, and a tie that matched, it was hard to deny how attractive he was.

“Hey Pixal! You ready to go?” He asks cheerily. He gives her a soft smile, before averting his eyes.

“Yes. We can leave whenever you are ready.” She responds, trying really hard not to let disappointment flood her voice at the fact that he wouldn’t even look at her. That was a signal that she was more than capable of reading. That more than anything nailed home their directives for tonight really didn’t align. ‘Just get through the night Pixal,’ She thinks to herself. This was nothing more than a routine social function. Just like the hundreds of others she had attended before. Tonight was going to be fine.

In the short time Jay had known her, he had never realized just how beautiful Pixal was. It was incredibly obvious now though. She was wearing a silky purple dress that complemented the silver tone of her skin. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and fixed in place with a matching purple butterfly clip. When he looked closely, he also spotted cute little butterfly earrings. There was no doubting it. Jay was utterly and completely enchanted. He tries not to stare, and the only way he can seem to accomplish that is by not looking at her at all. Guilt flooded him. Come on Jay. Get it together. Just a friend thing, remember? You like Nya, not Pixal. Just get through the night, have fun, and everything would be fine.

Jay’s mom stops them for a quick set of photos, and then they are on their way. Dozens of other couples are heading the same way as them, congregating on the leisure deck. An usher of some sort points them to a table, and they take their seats.

“I heard that Kai was gonna try and use a cloaking ray to try and sneak in some booze.” Jay starts, an awkward attempt to make conversation. She feels him turn to look at her. “And uhhh...I like your earrings.”

“Oh! Thank you.” Pixal feels her thoughts going a little haywire at the compliment. What does she even say? “I like your shoes.” Jay lets out a nervous little laugh. ‘Okay. Wow. Of all the compliments, you decided to tell him you like his shoes? Why would you say that?’ Pixal berates herself internally.

“Oh hey! Food’s here! Wanna try some of this biopaste? I swear it’s good.” Jay grasps at the new opportunity to try and dispel a little of the awkwardness.

“Oh, sure! Let me just flip on the flavor sensor and…” Pixal takes a bite of the strange blue goo Jay was offering her. That certainly wasn't something she had ever seen back on Echo fleet. “Oh wow! That’s actually really good!”

“You can turn on your taste receptors on and off at will?” Pixal almost balks at Jay’s unexpected question.

“Yes. Did that make you uncomfortable? I apologize-” she starts, but the look Jay is giving her has her stopping short. He looks very impressed.

“Man, that’s so cool! I wish I could do that. Do you know how many terrible dinners that would have saved me from?” And just like that, the awkwardness is broken. They fall into an easy conversation, and Pixal finds they have several shared interests.

Maybe this night wasn’t going to be such a waste afterall.

By the time dinner is over, Jay finds he is becoming more and more attracted to his companion for the night. He is no longer dreading having to dance with her. She was cute and smart and in all honesty, he wanted to spend more time just talking with her. Good thing there would be plenty of time for that while they were dancing. Pushing back from the table, he moved to stand in front of her, offering a hand.

“Pixal, may I have this dance?” He asks. She smiles wildly.

“Yes. Yes you may.”

Jay leads her over to the dance floor. The music was spunky and upbeat, not great for a slow dance. That didn’t seem to bother Pixal though. She kept up with all of his movements, and had near perfect rhythm.

Several songs pass before something that really worked for slow dancing played. Taking up a dance position with her, Jay is once again struck by just how beautiful she is. He can see his own face reflected in her eyes, and god does he look love struck. Because maybe, just maybe, he is. All other outside distractions fade away until it felt like he and Pixal were the only people in the whole universe. He could stay here forever, swaying to the music out in the depths of outer space…

A soft tap on his shoulder brings Jay out of his trance. Breaking away from Pixal, he finds it’s Nya who has gotten his attention. Nya!

“Hey Jay. Mind if I steal you for just one dance?” Jay’s heart leaps into his throat. Nya wants to dance with him. Him!

“Is that okay with you Pixal? It’ll just be one dance.” He asks his date.

“Oh...Okay.” PIxal’s hesitancy goes right over his head, he’s so excited by the fact his crush actually wants to dance with him. This was his chance!

“Thanks Pix! I’ll be back, I promise!” He’s already taking Nya’s hand, and leading her away. Which means he misses the absolute devastation on Pixal’s face.

When she had been dancing with Jay, Pixal had felt like she was on top of the world. The way he had been looking at her. She had almost felt human. Almost wanted to be human, if only to be able to understand Jay just a little bit better. Then Nya had shown up and it was like Jay completely forgot about Pixal.

Watching them walk away, laughing nervously, had been a harsh snap back to reality. Right. This was only supposed to be a friend thing. Nothing else. He didn’t really want to be with her. Now that Nya was here, Jay didn’t need Pixal around. She didn’t fit with him and that was it. No point in analysing it any further.

Pixal makes sure she has her charger before turning and sprinting away. Screw being human.

Jay should have been over the moon. He and Nya swayed together, his head resting in her hair and hands settled delicately on her dress. Nya pulled him as close as she could. He should be happy. This is what he wanted. Expect apparently it wasn’t. Because the only thing he can think about is Pixal. Pixal, Pixal, Pixal.

“That was fun. Want to keep dancing?” Nya asks hopefully as the song ends, but Jay is already pulling away.

“Sorry, I can’t. I really need to go find Pixal.” He apologizes. He rushes back to where he and Pixal had been sitting, but she isn’t there. Her bright silver form isn’t visible in the crowd either. She had mentioned wanting to go down to the hanger bay before the night was over…

Suddenly he’s sprinting. Maybe she was there. He prays she is. Man, he had messed up so bad. Hopefully she would be there and he would be able to apologize, and tell her everything that had been going through his head that night.

The door hisses open, startling Pixal out of her thoughts. What startles her even more though, is who’d come through the door.

“Jay? What are you doing here?” Hope swells inside her.

“I wanted to dance with you one more time before the night is over. I hope I’m not too late?” He rubs his head sheepishly. Pixal’s heart soars.

“Ask me. I won’t hesitate,” She finds herself answering, mouth running ten steps ahead of her thoughts. Jay steps forward, taking her hand gently.

“Just one dance though. Then I’d hit the breaks if I were you. You really don’t want to fall for me. Us humans...we really tend to be pretty lousy flakes.” He twirls her around, then pulls her close. They sway gently to non-existent music. Screw human tendencies. Pixal knew what she wanted.

“Jay?”

“Yeah?” he breaths, ticking her hair.

“I am a robot. I don’t make mistakes.”

#ninjago #bluewire #bluewireshipping #pixal borg #jay walker #I finished this at 12:39am #malcolm’s writing #will edit later #writing requests #anon #ask to tag

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//the fugitive. kuroo tetsurou//

Request: Not really?? But spawned from @janellion and I obsessing over royal kuroo like three weeks ago, so uhhh requested by me?? Peep the new TRT series ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7K

Notes: i have come to the awful realization that i have ruined any and all of my dating expectations by writing so much fanfiction.

Everything about his current situation was far from ideal. The heavy downpour as the sky let loose all of its unshed tears flattened his hair against his forehead, his jacket with all of the intricate embroidery jacket and the silver crown that had adorned his raven hair had long since been cast away to better disguise the fleeing prince. It had been long expected, but a storm had unleashed itself upon the castle, bringing the day of impending doom upon them sooner rather than later. The people of the kingdom have finally had enough of the tyranny, of the constant feuds, the never ending debts and taxes and now, filled with rage, they had made their way to the castle, hungry for blood and refusing to yield until the king’s head was on a stake.

His feet sloshed through the puddles, soaking his socks as the rain continued to pour down all around him. The young prince only stopped long enough to catch his breath under the shelter of a tree before he was once again running through the night in the darkness of the woods. The last few moments he had with his family kept echoing in his head, eyes pricking with tears to match those of the clouds above him.

“My son, leave before they kill you too. Get out of the kingdom, please.”

“But, father-”

“Tetsurou, please. This is my final request. Head south until you reach Effingfil River. Once you get to the otherside, you’ll be safe. Quick! Make haste and don’t ever look back.”

Who was he to deny his father’s final wish before his end? He had set out into the night, a dark cloak adorning his figure to shield his identity. Although he knew better, Kuroo carried his silver circlet in his hands, a final memento of his royal life. If worse came to worst, it would fetch a good price at the market, enough to make ends meet until he could find some sort of safe haven in the neighboring kingdom.

But, the cloak, the crown, and every other royal thing about him had been tossed into a stream that had carried the articles away. There was no time to be sentimental when you were running for your life. Even so, now he secretly wished he had kept the woolen cloak. The icy rain had soaked through his clothes, chilling him to the bone as a steady wind picked up, pelting the droplets harder against him. His entire body shook in a mixture of cold and fear. Never in his life did he expect to wander through the woods all alone; hungry, freezing, tears mixing with the rain as the water ran down his cheeks.

Kuroo had no idea how close he was to the border. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure that he was going the right way anymore. He couldn’t see the stars through the thick branches above him and in the off chance that there was a break, the dark storm clouds hid his only compass from view. He did know one thing, though.

He knew the flicker of candlelight in a window in the dead of night. People. Someone. A broken sob of relief fell from his lips as he picked up his pace all over again. If they turned him in, so be it. He just wanted to be away from this nightmare, even if only for a moment.

Your life has always been relatively quiet. A small cabin on the edge of the woods didn’t boast many visitors, so the sudden pounding on your door that pulled you from your embroidery had made your entire body jolt in shock. Setting your needle and thread to the side, you took up your candle, only for the steady knock on your door to come again. “I’m coming. Hold on!”

You had been expecting a lot of things, really. Royal tax collectors coming to steal more money from you, the merchant from the other kingdom who smuggled the better quality threads from the other side of the border in the dead of night, maybe even a witch who had come to cast a vicious spell on you. A dashing young man barely older than yourself, eyes tinged red with sorrow, clothes muddied from trekking through the rain, a hand clutching his chest as if to hold onto his aching heart, however, was nowhere on your list of expectations. Before you could even stop yourself, you were ushering him inside without a word being passed between the two of you. A second and a third log were added to the fire, the temperature in your small home quickly rising as you tended to the flames. The strange boy at your door stood stiffly in the middle of your living room, the orange blaze casting dancing shadows across his features, amber eyes seemingly glowing in the low light.

“Sit, please. Let me see if I have anything for you to put on, so you don’t have to sit there in soaked clothes,” you say, pulling up a chair for him to be able to rest his weary feet, but when he took a seat, rather than sinking, taking pleasure in the opportunity to finally relax, even if it was only for the night, he sat with his back straight, slender hands folded elegantly in his lap. Every so often he would reach towards the fire to warm his chilled fingers, but they were quickly returned to his lap as if he had done something incredibly inappropriate. The soft rustle of your nightgown as you padded across the wooden floors shifted his attention away from the fire and over to you and the set of clothes that you held in your hands.

“I hope these fit you. They belonged to my brother before he passed in the war, so feel free to keep them. I have no use for them,” you say.

Kuroo gingerly takes the clothes from you, trying to hide the look of distaste on his face at the feeling of the material. It was cheap and stiff, nothing like he was used to, but they were dry and that’s what was more important. “May I ask for your name?” He asks, peeling his shirt from his body to replace it with the one you had given him.

“Y/N, sir. And who might you be and what in God’s name are you doing out in the woods at this hour? There’s all sorts of animals out there that don’t take kindly to people in their territory. You should consider yourself lucky.”

His eyes shifted to the window, peering through the night as if to check that there was no one who had seen him during his escape. “I- I really don’t think I should tell you that. At least, not yet. My apologies if that seems rude, but, you see, I’m in a bit of trouble, and well, I don’t exactly know who to trust right now.”

You nod simply and give a short chortle. “What’d you do? Commit tax evasion? Lord knows the king would have your head if that ever happened. The man is greedier than anyone I’ve ever met. You would think that he has enough money coming in, honestly. With the amount of citizens that he hounds for his outrageous taxes, you’d think he wouldn’t need to raise them again, but he has to pay for his wars somehow, I suppose. Sending innocent men off to die isn’t cheap, that’s for sure.”

You were so busy carrying on with your train of thought that you hadn’t noticed the way Kuroo’s body suddenly stilled as you continued to discuss his father so freely. Annoyance and bitterness dripped from every syllable as you spoke. The Kuroo family hadn’t been popular in the eyes of the people for many generations. They thrived off of starting unnecessary conflicts that would drag on for years. Even now, there were troops sitting off the shore of a small kingdom, blocking their trade routes, suffocating them slowly as they had been for the past seven years.

“I’m afraid that the monarchy has likely died today,” he says shortly, rolling up his pant legs. They had obviously been made for someone much shorter than himself as the ends rested just below the middle of his calves.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m from the capital city. Some of the citizens staged a coup. Before I left, I heard them say that they wished the king and his whole family dead. I don’t know what will be left of them by tomorrow.”

“Well, then let’s hope that this will finally turn things around in this country. It’s difficult to make a living and pay a ridiculous amount of taxes when you’re out here by yourself. My customers have been sparse since the recent increase. They can’t afford to mend their clothes, but I can’t afford to live without their business. Thankfully, with the border as close as it is, I get some business from the other kingdom, but it can also be a pain. The hassle of trying to make the trip across the river isn’t worth it for most.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up slightly at the mention of a river. “Which river is it?”

“Effingfil. Why?”

“How close am I to the border?”

“Only a few miles, sir. Is everything alright? You seem a bit frantic.”

“I need to get out of the country. Please, will you help me?”

“Sir, right now you need to rest. You’re lucky that you didn’t get hypothermia or something like that out in the rain.”

“Then tomorrow? First thing in the morning. Will you take me to the border?”

“Why are you so keen on leaving, may I ask?”

“Because if I don’t, they’ll kill me too. Please, I’m not ready to die,” he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice. And in another odd twist of things you weren’t expecting, the stranger who had stumbled across your house in the darkness clutched onto your clothes as he hid his face against your shoulder. You could feel his body shaking against your form as you took him into your arms, soothing circles being rubbed against his lower back, the silence only being broken by his choked sobs and the gentle crackling of the fire.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kurootetsurou #tetsurou #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #trt #throne room thursdays #imagines #x reader #royalty au #damn kuroo pleading not to die kinda makes my heart ache no cap

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scribblis · 3 years

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"Shit! I'm going to be late!!" I yelled to no one in particular, getting my things together and cursing myself for the current predicament. You'd think I'd get it together by college, but i was as messy and jumbled as always.

The current predicament: I was late for a my first day of class, a class that was very important, since it was with Hitoshi Shinsou, aka the guy I'd been mad crushing on since two semesters ago. We were both humanities majors; him in criminology and forensics, me in sociology and abnormal psychology. We went to a small university in rural Oregon, with a small, dedicated staff and one main building for each individual colleges. And we were in the same STAT 305: Stats for Humanity major and PSYCH 706A: Critical Thinking in Psychology class this semester.

I grabbed everything I thought I needed, and rushed out of my room, grabbing an individual-wrapped brownie and a cotton candy energy drink from my fridge and stuffing them in my bag before rushing out the door, getting to the psych building with three minutes to spare.

I sighed, plopping into an empty desk somewhere in the middle-side of the classroom, glad the teacher was still not here. The psych professors at this college were all eccentric in their own rights, and I'd never had this professor before.

I caught my breath, scanning the room. Most everyone here was someone I knew or at least, I recognized their faces. This group of people tended to be serious, and brilliant, and I was confident it would be a good class. I sighed a breath of relief, getting my stuff ready. I pulled out my notebook for this class, turning it to the first lined page. I also pulled out two pens, a highlighter, and placed my brownie and my energy drink near the top of the desk to avoid spillage. I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I didn't even notice who came into the room.

"Excuse me," a deep, instantly recognized voice asked, and I jumped before looking up, seeing none other than Hitoshi Shinsou standing next to the empty desk next to me. "Is that seat taken?"

"Uhhh....not that I know of?" I replied, slightly dumbfounded. Could I handle this?

"K. Thanks," he replied nonchalantly, sliding into the desk to my right. He set his cool grey messenger bag on the other side of the desk, pulling out a black notebook and tucking a pen behind his ear, setting up. I kept my body language casual, facing forward, but I couldn't stop myself from glancing over every so often, careful to not get caught.

I'd met the basically-demigod Hitoshi Shinsou in Intro to Psych, two semesters ago. It may be silly of me, but I'm pretty sure I started crushing on him the moment I saw him. He was tall, slender but solid, with purple hair that was constantly pushed back. At first, I thought he styled it that way, but having been in class with him and staring occasionally noticing him, it really was his fault his hair did that. He often sighed and ran a hand through his hair whenever he was really thinking about something. It was actually kinda cute, he did it so often that during tests sometimes there'd be a slight imprint of the base of his palm against his hairline. Was this weird to notice?

I tried to be careful, but on my third or fourth glance over at him, we accidentally made eye contact. His eyebrow twitched slightly in the brief second we made eye contact, and it caught me off guard to the point that my hand jerked, knocking my energy drink off the desk. It fell to my right, and hit the ground.

I hesitated reaching for it, and before I could grab it, Hitoshi had swiped it up and put it back on my desk, eyeing it.

"Never seen that flavor before," he stated casually.

"Oh! Yeah, haha, cotton candy is one of my favorite flavor of anything," I said just a bit to fast. Oh god, here was the perfect opportunity to make a good impression on him and here I was, blowing it. Though if he noticed my nervousness, he didn't indicate it.

"Huh. Next thing you know, they'll make a birthday cake flavored one," he said with a slight scoff.

"They do. It's okay, but kinda weird. It tastes like liquid cake and makes my mouth all confused."

Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at me, his violet eyes light and playful. "Sounds like you've got a sweet tooth."

Was this happening? Was I actually having a normal conversation with Hitoshi? I laughed, nervous, and reached for the can.

"Oh, I mean, I guess so, I'm a foodie in gener-"

"Stop," he interrupted.

"Huh?" God, had I already talked too much? Was I boring him? Before my thoughts could spiral me any more, though, he continued.

"That just fell on the floor. Don't open it right now."

I looked down, to where my hand was on top of the can tab, about to open it. I guess I was so nervous I didn't realize what my hands were doing.

"O-oh, right. Thanks," I said, warmth creeping up my neck and cheeks.

Luckily, I was saved from more awkward conversation by the professor coming in. Dr. Aizawa was one of the senior psychology professors at the school; he mainly oversaw higher levels of psych classes, and this one, Critical Thinking in Psych. I sighed, resolving to focus on the professor for the rest of class.

Later in the week, it's time for STAT 305, and I am prepared. It's my only class of the day, so I take time in the morning, eat breakfast, and shower, leaving early and slipping into a seat near the window. I stare out of it, my eyes flitting around, idly people-watching, before turning back to the classroom. It had filled up in the time I was staring out the window, and I briefly notice the seat next to me was the only seat not taken. Wait, is....

I turn my head and scan the room, but I really might as well not have bothered, as Hitoshi strode into the room just before the professor did. He had big purple headphones, and as he looked around the room, my pulse quickened. No way was I going to survive this semester if I'm both classes he sits next to me.

He spots the seat next to me and heads over. I turn my gaze down, chewing on my lip a bit as I fiddle with my pen. Should I make a joke? Should I say hi? Should I not acknowledge him at all?

I hear him set down his stuff and slide into his seat. I can't help myself and I glance at him in my peripheral. He takes off his headphones smoothly, resting them around his neck before running a hand through his hair. Luckily, Professor Nezu starts speaking, and I will myself to concentrate on what he's saying.

".....and don't forget, get your books by Tuesday. I'll post the reading and the syllabus online, make sure to take a look through both before next class. Dismissed."

I started to get my stuff together, grabbing my backpack from off the floor when Hitoshi interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" I replied evenly, looking up to glance at him while continuing my motions. An idle hope flitted by, wouldn't it be awesome if he asked to trade numbers?

"We should trade contact info."

Wait, what? Did that just happen? I looked up to him, and I guess my face gave away my surprised, because he spoke quickly.

"Not to....be weird or whatever. Just that we have a couple classes together this semester. We could study together."

Hitoshi Shinsou wants to study. With me. Luckily I regain my composure nearly instantly, thanks to years of masking.

"Oh! Sure! Great idea, it'll be more efficient," I responded. We traded phones, typing our contact information in before swapping back. Hitoshi Shinsou's phone number is in my contact list.

"Cool. See you around, Alis," he said, putting his messenger on one shoulder. Putting his headphones back on, he strode towards the door.

"Y-yeah, see you..." I quickly gathered my stuff, dumbfounded, before heading back to my dorm.

The first weekend of the semester came, and with that, so did my weekly smoke sessions with the crew. We'd all met during orientation and immediately hit it off, and today was no different.

"Guess who has pizza rolls~" Hawks crowed, bringing a full tray of steamy, half-open pizza rolls on a large platter. They set it down on the table where the rest of us sat, plopping down on one of the couches. The smoke spot for the most part was the basement of Adgy's parents' house, which coincidentally was their bedroom, and our club's secret sanctuary.

"So let me get this straight," Vibby started as I took a long hit off one of the bongs being passed around. "Hitoshi Shinsou asked for your number. And wants to study together. This is your chance!!"

I laughed, a bit too hard and I descended into a coughing fit, passing on the bong and lighter to Simi, who passed it to Cloudy.

"Step one: message him," Hawks grinned, blowing onto a pizza roll before popping it into their mouth. "Step two: suck his dick. Step three: invite us to the wedding."

"God I wish," I said lightly, a nervous tinge to my laugh.

"Suck his dick! Suck his dick!" Adgy teased, and before long, the rest of the circle had joined in as I flushed, grabbing my pipe from the table and hitting the bowl.

"I wonder if the curtains match the drapes," Cloudy said idly, after the chanting had died down.

"No way," Adgy replied. "Have you seen the way he dresses? Dude totally manscapes."

"Okay, guys, I don't need to be thinking about Hiroshi's crotch right now, I can already barely face him," I joked.

"Let's take bets to see how this plays out," Hawks grinned. "Hmmm......dinner on me says he's gonna use a study session to flirt. Ooooo, maybe he'll lean in reeeeeal close when you're checking an answer together~"

"God," I sighed, leaning back. "I wish. Could you imagine?"

"Ten bucks says he just kisses shine out of the blue," Adgy said. "I bet he's totally the type to kiss you to get you to shut up."

"My money's on Alis accidentally confessing," Vibby said, nudging me slightly. "You do have a tendency to panic when you're flustered."

"Oooh, good point," Hawks replied, grinning. "He seems the type to play with his food."

"Y'all!!" I squeaked, hiding my face in my hands. God, I was going to die if this keeps up.

"Okay, fine, we'll ease up," Simi smiled, before breezily changing the topic. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the images of what my friends said kept me awake all night, my mind racing with the thought of those things happening to me.

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#FindEmmaSwanAFriend

Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU

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also on ff.net and ao3

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Tagging: @katie-dub , @wholockgal , @kat2609 , @whovianlunatic, @optomisticgirl, @ladyciaramiggles, @the-lady-of-misthaven, @emmaswanchoosesyou, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @biancaros3, @cigarettes-and-scotch-whisky, @ms-babs-gordon @ab-normality, @andiirivera, @fangirl-till-it-hurts, @onceuponaprincessworld , @natascha-remi-ronin, @kiwistreetswan and whoever else asks me.

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A/N: Part 2 of 2. Surprise, bitch. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me!

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Killian

How do you feel about improv? ES

Trepidatious. KJ

What if I told you some random just gave me last minute tickets to a Jane Austen inspired improv drag show, and I have a spare? ES

Curiosity alone compels me to say yes. Pleasance? KJ

George Square. ES

Thank fuck. I forgot my umbrella. KJ

If Killian had any sense, he'd approach the month of August the same way Robin did every year. Which mostly amounted to renting his house out to a troupe of Hungarian acrobats for extortionate sums of money and taking off for the south of France, thus avoiding the whole sorry spectacle.

A privilege reserved for those not living out of their older brother's spare room. Nor stuck writing Fringe reviews for his ailing periodical.

He thought his latest was his best yet.

Do you value your time? Your money? Your life? Then walk, don't run, as far from this act as you can. No one this incompetent should be wielding chainsaws, let alone juggling them. I may have been the only one-handed man at the preview, but with this shambolic spectacle set to run for the rest of the week, I expect I won't be the last. 0 stars.

Liam had accused him of being deliberately cruel, but he hadn't seen the show firsthand. The phrase 'culpable and reckless conduct' came to mind. His review went up online, unchallenged.

To his great surprise, his favourite show so far had been the improv show Emma had dragged him along to. It had all the subtle snark and invariable romance of Austen's classic novels, with the added benefit of Emma nearly passing out from laughing so hard. That alone would have justified his five star review, but the cherry on the cake had been when the man dressed as the elderley Dowager had picked August out from the crowd, and made him part of the act.

Killian generally condemned the casual cruelty of audience participation. Indeed, he lived in constant fear of it at every show he reviewed. But when it came for a certain novelist, he found his views on the matter suddenly rather... fluid.

Try as he might, he couldn't see what Emma saw in the man. What hidden virtues he possessed that had provoked such a ferocious loyalty. Killian wasn't stupid enough to voice such thoughts, of course, but that hadn't stopped him trying to figure it out.

The opportunity to continue this study was surely the only reason he'd opened an unsolicited DM from the man himself, when he should have been watching a Swedish comedy troupe send up classic films in a series of skits.

We have a mutual friend in need. How's your schedule looking uhhh… now?

Killian looked back to the stage. He couldn't be sure, but he thought the red streamers might signify blood. They were either up to Carrie or Jaws.

Trouble? Killian typed back.

Emma. The next message read.

We're in a bar in Leith and things have gotten a little… messy.

Killian checked the time. Barely past one in the afternoon. And fucking Leith? That didn't bode well. But at the same time, his review of the show was supposed to be online within the hour.

With a growing sense of unease, he typed out his reply. Which pub?

***

Stepping into The Marksman on Duke Street was not unlike stepping back in time. More precisely, to somewhere smack dab in middle of the Thatcher era, when Leith was a byword for deprivation and whatever comes after heroin chic. It was charmless, grimy and depressing, and Killian might've never understood the appeal until he caught the sign in the window. It opened at 6am.

Trying to avoid the abject stares of the locals, Killian found his quarry sat at the end of the bar on mismatching stools. Emma slumped forward, her face hidden, but August turned around swiftly at his approach, the alarm in his eyes quickly giving way to recognition.

"Oh thank god." August swept off his barstool, his relief so palpable that Killian thought he might hug him. He didn't look well. Thoroughly debauched, if one might say so, and in desperate need of a bath.

"Nice place," Killian remarked drily. "A bit off the beaten path…"

August pinched the bridge of his nose, looking weary. Or… wearier. "It's been a long night. And morning." He glanced back to where Emma sat propped by the bar, apparently still completely unaware of his absence, and drew closer, his voice lowering.

"You know that Graham guy?"

Killian couldn't explain it, but something inside his chest caught. Like flint striking steel. "Aye," he growled, not liking where this was headed.

"Married," August supplied, without preamble. "She didn't know. No one knew. She ran into them holding hands in the Tron. Matching wedding bands. The whole bit. So she threw her beer in his face and called it a day, right? But this morning, no, yesterday morning, the wife showed up. At the apartment. Emma's apartment."

Killian's fist clenched by his side.

"Yeeaah. It got pretty heated. Long story short, it's been a day and a half. I don't even remember how we got here. I'm not sure I even know exactly where here is. I have to be on a train at 4 to King's Cross or my publisher is going to sue my ass. Now, I can trust you? To get her home safely? You look at her like you're half a drink away from belting out Jessie's Girl at any given moment. I didn't imagine that, did I?"

Of all the places to grudgingly admit his feelings, not least in confidence to this man he wasn't sure he even liked, The Marksman was not the venue he would have chosen. And yet.

"There's very little I wouldn't do for that woman."

He was caught by surprise when the man launched forward and kissed him on the cheek, more still when he went back for the other cheek. August grinned enormously, grasping Killian by the shoulders. "Welcome to the family! Please don't fuck it up." And then consulting his phone, "I really need to go."

August made short work of the rest of his goodbyes, pulling Emma into fierce hug from behind, whispering something into her ear as he let her go. Then, with a wink in Killian's direction and a kiss blown at the nearest crusty Leither, he picked up his messenger bag and fled onto the street.

Steeling himself after that prologue, Killian turned back to where Emma sat by the bar, unseeing reddened eyes peeking out from under a tangle of blonde hair. He pulled out August's vacated stool, and took a seat.

"Swan," he began, with an imaginary tip of his cap.

"Jones," she replied, her voice flatter than he'd ever heard it.

"Of all the gin joints…"

She grimaced. Though her frown was so pronounced already, it didn't make much of a change. "We don't talk about the gin."

"At least tell me it was the good stuff."

She tried to smile, but the action seemed to cause her pain. "Don't do that. Don't be nice to me right now."

"Why not? You're not the villain in this story."

A small noise escaped her, half laugh, half sob. "Sure feels like it."

"No, that's the supermarket gin talking. We've talked about this. Nothing good ever came from a clear spirit at 35p a measure."

She sank further forward in her seat, her forehead resting against the bar top. "Don't be cute. Please just leave me alone to die," she mumbled.

He couldn't resist tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, making sure she could see him. "I'm not going to do that. I have a duty of care."

"Why? Because you'd have to find someone else to write a column about?"

"No," he replied levelly. "Because you're my best friend."

That had her lifting her head off the bar, albeit wincing as she did so. "I thought Robin was your best friend?"

He tapped his chin. "No, it's definitely you."

She considered that. Though how much of her internal brain processes had survived the pickling process over the last 24 hours, Killian couldn't be certain.

Of course, it was at that moment their bartender appeared, a middle aged woman with an ill-fitting polo shirt and bright green acrylic nails she drummed against the bar top. "Another top up, hen?" She didn't even glance at Killian.

He put his hand over Emma's glass. "Actually, I'm afraid we're on our way out."

Their server didn't much like that, a hand finding her hip. "Well that's up for the lass to decide, no?"

"It's okay, Tracy," Emma said, managing a consoling smile. "He's a friend. Are we all settled up?"

"We are." She gave Killian a cool once over. "Friend, you say? Mind you keep it that way. Looks like nothing but trouble to me. And you still raw after the last one. Liars and cheats, the lot of them."

Killian thought to take offence, but Emma already had him by the arm, pulling him off his stool. "Thanks, Tracy. Can you call me a cab?"

***

Getting her into the cab took some doing, not least because she had to pause twice to throw up in the gutter, and the first guy had driven off. Fair play to him. Thankfully by the time the second cab arrived Emma's stomach had settled, and she spent the drive curled harmlessly against Killian's side.

"Your lassie alright?" the cabbie asked, as Killian half lifted, half dragged her from the backseat out onto the gravel driveway. "You need a hand?"

It was a testament to how preoccupied he was that Killian didn't even stop to consider that might've been a crack about his prosthetic until Emma was already inside and passed out on his bed.

He texted Elsa first. A simple heads up.

There's an unconscious woman in the house. Don't freak out. KJ

It went about as well as you'd expect.

At least he had sisterly back up when he broke the news to Liam that he wasn't getting his review.

Needless to say, by the time Emma raised her groggy head from his pillow, the house was no longer silent, and it was no longer still. Elsa had insisted on rushing home, and boyish shrieks permeated the air, punctuated by the usual crashing and banging.

Killian sat in his one armchair, an ugly monstrosity of purple velvet which had been forbidden from the rest of the house, sipping his tea as she came awake. It took some time. One eyelid slithered open. Then the other. Never both at the same time.

"Do I want to know why someone is screaming in the next room?" Her voice was scratchy, and he motioned towards the glass of water by the bedside.

"Nephews," Killian said by way of explanation, as she crawled forward to grasp the glass in both hands, shaking with the effort.

She took a long draught, surveying her surroundings. He wondered how much she remembered from the last two days, if anything. If she even remembered his arrival at The Marksman, or August's leaving. She examined the ornate cornices, and floating beams. The collection of spent paperbacks stacked by the bed and the shabby, unmatched furniture.

"Your house. Your room?"

"My room," he confirmed. "We have guest rooms, but they're upstairs. And quite frankly, just getting you this far was nightmare enough. You're heavier than you look."

He earned a pillow to the face for that remark. It still smelled of her, which in her current state, wasn't much of a testimonial.

"Shower?" he ventured.

"Please," she said, rolling over until she could place both feet on the floor.

"Second door on the right. Elsa left some things out. Towels. Fancy shampoo. Paracetamol," he added with a waggle of his eyebrows. "Should be a set of clothes too."

She cringed. "Elsa knows I'm here?"

"Sorry. It's a new house rule of theirs. Radical honesty. Elsa knows you're having a rough time of it, and are convalescing. But that is the extent of her knowledge. Whether that remains the case, is entirely up to you."

"Right."

"Oh," he said, smacking his forehead. He scrabbled around on top of his dresser, before presenting her with a wooden triangle.

She took it automatically, seeming annoyed at herself for doing so. "Uh, thanks?"

"The bathroom door doesn't have a lock on it. Best wedge it under the door. Trust me when I say, you don't want Lachie walking in on you in the altogether. It's stressful for all involved."

"Good tip," she said, with a ghost of a smile.

She edged past him awkwardly to the door, her bare feet silent on the carpet. She'd already slipped into the hallway when her head appeared back around the door.

"Killian?"

"Aye?"

"I'm horrendously hungover so you probably can't tell, but I appreciate, uh…" she waved the wedge around vaguely. "All this."

"Swan?"

"Yeah?"

"I mean this in the nicest possible way, but please do shut up," he said with a wink. "Also, you're taking me out for pancakes after, so don't be too long."

Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, am I just?"

"You are indeed. Best thing for a gin hangover, in my limited experience. And it was very generous of you to offer."

"Very generous," she agreed, dubiously. "And Killian?

"Aye?"

"You're so full of shit. But... I do love pancakes. And one more thing?"

"Hmm?"

She kicked a toe into the carpet, eyes evasive. "You're sort of my best friend, too." Then she disappeared back behind the door, leaving Killian slack jawed.

***

He'd nearly finished two chapters of his book by the time Emma returned from her trip to the bathroom, shower soft and minty fresh.

"Better?" he asked, putting the novel aside.

"Much," she agreed. "Though full disclosure, I think I just used a $300 tube of lotion, and I kinda smell like a baby Porsche."

"The very best kind of Porsche," Killian assured her, offering her his prosthetic to take. "They're terrors once they hit the teenage years. Shall we?"

They crossed Bruntsfield Links just after sunset, the sky still streaked with pink and orange. He'd always loved summers in Scotland, that neverending twilight. It almost made shivering through six months of winter worthwhile. He was so busy admiring the scene, he nearly missed it when Emma detached herself from his arm, stopping in her tracks.

"Emma?"

She was standing entirely still, her eyes shut.

"Are you alright, love?"

Her eyes flickered open, almost surprised to see him still standing there. "Sorry, just… cataloguing."

"Cataloguing," Killian repeated, deadpan.

"Yeah, smartass," she said, walking forward to loop her arm under his again. "Cataloguing. Sometimes I forget, but this-" she indicated the kaleidoscope sky, the green-gold expanse of grass disappearing into the distant smudge that was Arthur's Seat, the group of laughing teenagers nearby trying to finish their mini golf game before they lost the light, "-Sometimes I still have to pinch myself."

She didn't elaborate, and Killian found himself oddly lost for words. He just reached over to squeeze her hand, and led her back towards the city lights.

For the time of year, they got lucky. The line was short, and it wasn't long before they were led to a red vinyl booth, complete with its very own mini jukebox. They both stared at it for a good minute before Emma fished a spare pound out of her pocket, and dropped it onto the table between them. "Your call. I'm going to the bathroom. Anything but Don't Stop Believin'."

Lord help him, but he thought he might love her.

He settled for a less foreboding tune, which morphed into another, then another, before he was fishing out his own coins to keep the party going. If he didn't know her any better, he might've thought she'd done a runner on him. Fortunately, he did know her better. Or at least, he was starting to.

She came back just in time for the guitar solo in The Chain, her I'm-bearing-up smile indicating she was doing nothing of the sort.

"Ruby texted," she explained, taking her seat opposite him. "About twenty times. She wouldn't stop until I FaceTimed her. I miss anything?"

"Just side one of Rumours. And your drink order." He indicated the glass of fizzy orange liquid in front of her.

She wrinkled her nose. "Fanta?"

"Irn-Bru. Best hangover cure there is."

She cast him a doubtful look.

"I'm serious. There's been studies."

"Oh well, if there's been studies." She slid the glass minutely closer, but didn't partake. Instead she watched as Killian lifted his own glass, and made a face.

He lowered his glass. "What?"

"Nothing. Just thinking about how I'm never drinking again. I didn't even know they served beer here."

"They do, but this is Dry Ginger."

She raised an eyebrow. "Ginger ale? You?"

Killian shrugged. "It's something I'm trying. Like a cleanse. But instead of drinking juice and doing yoga, I drink post-mix dry ginger and be less of a twat."

"Sobriety." Emma slapped her hand against the table. "I wish I'd thought of that. But I've barely seen you, when did you decide this?"

"Roughly…" he counted back the days, "43 days ago." When I thought I'd lost your friendship forever. But he didn't have to say it. From the look on her face, she already knew the significance.

"Huh." Emma sat back in her seat, absorbing that. But if she was planning on expanding on that thought, she was saved by the arrival of their waitress, who was all too eager to expound on the daily specials.

By the time they were alone again, Emma had cracked and was halfway through her Irn-Bru.

"I mean, it's not repellent…" she offered, by way of grudging approval.

"Trust me, it works." And then because he felt like they'd danced around it long enough, "So do you want to talk about it?"

She set down her glass, letting her fingers trace along the edge of the table top. "Nope. But somehow I feel like we're going to anyway."

"It was only about eight hours ago you wanted me to leave you to die in Leith's most depressing pub. I feel like it warrants at least a conversation."

She grimaced at the memory. Or perhaps where the memories ought to have been. It was hard for him to be sure.

"I fell in love with a married woman once. If you're worried about my judgement, you needn't be."

He wasn't quite sure where it had come from. This sudden urge to talk about Milah. But it was how they'd always operated, wasn't it? If he wanted Emma to take down her walls, he had to offer up a few bricks from his own. Well, this was more of a boulder, really, but at least he had her attention.

She snorted. "I wasn't in love with Graham."

"So what's the problem?"

"Because," she reasoned, tears springing into her eyes. "It's just so fucking mortifying. To be played for a fool, again. I thought I was smarter than that. I thought I could just, I don't know, flirt with a cute, intelligent guy and feel good about myself for five fucking seconds without it ending with his wife beating down my door demanding to know if I'd fucked her husband!"

She'd gotten a little loud towards the end there, with more than a few wary eyes glancing their way. Killian quickly stood up, and made his way over to her side of the booth, slipping in beside her. It was a tight fit, but it did succeed in sheltering her from most of the stares.

"Alright, so he's a tosser."

Another snort.

"Liam's bookie knows a guy. I could make a few calls?"

She shot him a sideways glance. "Don't tempt me right now. I just feel so stupid. But like, in an angry way."

"You're not stupid for being taken in by him. It's not a weakness to want to see the best in people, Emma. In fact, considering how many people in your life have disappointed you, myself included, I'd say it's pretty bloody brave."

Emma shook her head. "Is it though? I saw red flags. Even from the start he was kind of flaky. I wasn't even sure if I really liked him. It just appealed to my vanity, that he seemed to like me. So don't I deserve this? Just a little?"

"No." Killian wasn't sure where the vehemence came from, but he could feel it, welling up. "No, you don't deserve to be lied to, and dragged into the middle of someone else's messed up marriage without your knowledge or consent. No, you don't deserve being made to feel like the side-piece. You're not the side-piece. You're the heroine. And he's just a fucking wanker. What you deserve..." He looked up to see their server approaching the table, platters piled high with maple syrup topped goodness. He shot Emma a smile. "What you deserve, is pancakes."

***

It would've been remiss of him not to foot the bill, after his earlier declaration about her deserving pancakes, so there'd been a little bit of an argument about that as they wended their way down Clerk Street in the growing darkness. That Emma could argue about not paying for the pancakes he'd goaded her into in the first place, was a testament to the healing powers of Irn-Bru and a triple stack. No truly hungover person would have committed to such a futile battle.

But when they arrived at the beginning of her street, Emma stopped arguing and grabbed a hold of Killian's arm, pulling him up short.

She was shaking her hands out, like she was fighting off an attack of nerves, and Killian was instantly on the defensive. "Swan?"

She stopped when he said her name, plastering on what seemed to him a rather brittle smile. "Hey. Sorry. I'm just wondering, would you do me a favour?"

He had to chuckle at that. "Swan, if the last twelve hours have proven anything, it's that yes, I am available for favours. Unless of course they involve you paying me back for the pancakes. Because I'm afraid I'm rather immovable on that front."

"Great. So umm… Ruby has this theory."

"Ruby has a theory?" he repeated, hoping at some point, things would start making sense. "What manner of… theory?"

"Oh, god this is so stupid," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm just going to say it. I'm just going to come right out and say it: I want you to kiss me."

Something very violent was happening inside Killian's chest, a feeling which was neither happiness, nor disappointment, but a crushing combination of the two. He felt hot and cold. He felt light-headed.

"You want-" he started.

Emma's eyes were screwed shut, as if bracing for a blow. Or in this case, the fallout. She already had regrets. And more than that, it had been Ruby's idea. But why would Ruby…?

Of course.

The best way to get over a man, was to get under a new one. Wasn't that the old adage?

It wasn't about him. It wasn't about them.

No, she'd been clear. I want you to kiss me. She'd chosen him. She trusted him to be the one to soothe her wounded pride. Maybe she'd hoped it would be him. Maybe he was just the most convenient option. In any case, the wondering would certainly kill him.

But not as much as going through with it.

He reached out and took her hand, waiting until she opened her eyes. By Christ, people weren't supposed to look so beautiful by yellow street light. It wasn't scientific. And yet.

"No."

Now it was her turn to look like someone had punched her in the stomach.

"Oh." She made to release her hand from his, but he held firm. In fact, he pulled her closer, just a little.

"No, I'm not going to kiss your bruised pride back into place. Because I promise you, it's going to heal just fine on its own. You don't need a kiss from me or anyone to remind you what you're worth. You never have. It's one of my favourite things about you. Understand?"

Her reply was a little choked up when it came. "Got it."

She gravitated closer, her eyes shining, and he felt like he was losing his mind. He was certainly losing his nerve. He settled instead for raising her hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across her knuckles.

"That's one for the road."

He released her then, though nearly every part of his was screaming at him to do the opposite. Thankfully, she looked just as shaken as he felt. He nearly twisted his ankle in a gutter trying to put a little distance between them. And then he had one perfect surge of stupid confidence, and turned back to face her. She was still standing under the streetlight where he'd left her, looking oddly incomplete.

"Will you do me a favour, Swan?" he called out.

She held up her hands in a helpless shrug. "Sure."

"When the time is right, ask me again."

Then with his heart hammering a million miles a minute, he turned away and slipped into the adjoining street, and back into the night.

#cs ff #cs au #findemmaswanafriend #the emotional return #been a while...

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 3 years

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you took me on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date & holy frick you make a cute lumberjack I WAS UNPREPARED

A couple of cuss words are in here. Fluffiness ahead.

All the instructions said were for him to dress warm, which in Race’s mind was jeans, a shirt with a flannel shirt over it and his winter coat. He wasn’t prepared to see Lumberjack Spot walk out of their bedroom, tugging on his winter coat. His breath was momentarily taken away as his eyes slowly made their way up Spot’s body. “You done checking me out?”

“Uhhh . . . I may need a moment or two more.” Race grinned, taking another look before Spot grabbed his hand and dragged him out of their house. “So where are we going?”

Spot gave him a look as they got into the SUV, they had recently purchased. It was the first car either of them owned that wasn’t used and both had a blast test driving so many cars before landing on a deep navy blue Nissan Rogue. “You know what the date is, right?”

“Uhhh . . . December 1st, right?” Race had a hard time keeping track of the days as they mostly just blended together with appointments and work.

Spot started driving, giving his boyfriend a grin. “Yes, It’s December 1st and it’s a surprise if you haven’t figured it out yet.”

Race nodded, hooking his phone up to the bluetooth as Michael Buble’s “It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas” played softly through the speakers. Race laced his fingers with Spot’s and squeezed them as they headed out of the city.

“How has your week been?” Race smiled, looking over at Spot. “I feel like I haven’t seen you at all.”

Spot grimaced, his engineering firm was about to close a big deal with a local hospital on building a state of the art facility that would take a couple of years and millions of dollars. “The deal is almost done. We’re anticipating being able to sign on Monday. I’ll just be glad when it’s done.”

“Have they named a head engineer on it yet?” Race asked, knowing just how badly Spot wanted the job.

He shook his head. “Not yet. My boss said they’re going to announce it in a few weeks.”

“Fingers crossed that it’ll be you, Spottie.” Race grinned.

Shaking his head, Spot clicked off the cruise control as they merged onto an exit. Race looked up, not recognizing where they were headed. “Don’t jinx me. Yes, I want it but I’ll be happy that the firm is getting the business. There’ll be other big deals.”

One of the many things that Race loved about Spot is that he was modest. One of the things Race disliked about Spot was that he didn’t toot his own horn and own his accomplishments. Spot was a brilliant engineer who had finished the new art museum to rave reviews. They had toured it several weeks ago and even Race was impressed by the building.

“You’re too modest. You deserve that contract, Spot.” Race gave him a look with a soft smile. “Own that and let yourself imagine it for a second that it could be yours.”

Spot nodded, as they turned into a seemingly empty lot. They quickly parked as Race’s eyes widened in realization. “We’re cutting down our Christmas tree today, aren’t we?”

“Yes, yes we are. It’s tradition after all.” Spot laughed, getting out of the car and heading into the little hut off to the side. Race watched as he talked with the lady behind the counter, her handing him a map and a saw. A few more words were exchanged before Spot joined him outside.

“That looked to be an interesting conversation.” Race noted as Spot nodded, opening up the map she had given him.

Nodding, Spot laid the map out on the hood of the car, surveying it. “She asked if we had done this before and I told her yes. Then she asked about the particular tree that we were looking for. I told her something that’s full, won’t shed a lot, and tall. She suggested the Fraser Fir, as they have a firm needle.”

Race snorted at the statement before hip checking Spot as he looked at the map, pointing at a spot. “So we’re heading over here?”

“Let’s go find us a tree.” Spot scooped up the map, grabbed the saw and Race’s hand as they made their way out to the field. They headed to the left side, where the Fraser Firs would be. In passing a few trees, they quickly decided to keep walking. “How big are we looking for?”

“Well the house ceilings are 12 feet, so something significantly less than that.” Spot shrugged. “Maybe like 8 or 9 feet.”

Race nodded, stopping to look at one, letting his fingers comb the branches. “How about this one?”

Spot eyed it, shrugging. “How about we keep looking? It doesn’t feel like the right one.”

Race laughed, throwing his head back. “You’ve get a feeling about the right tree?”

“It's instinctual.” Spot said, walking a few yards away from Race.

He shook his head, watching his boyfriend walk away. “Now I know you’re just making shit up.”

Spot’s laugh echoed in the open field, causing Race to smile before going to find him. Race found him looking at a tall tree with a grin. “How about this one?”

Race joined him, letting his fingers fall to the branches and giving them a hearty tug. The needles were soft under his fingers and the tree was taller than him, which wasn’t saying much. “I love it. I think this might be the one.”

“Want to do the honors?” Holding out the saw to him, Spot gave Race a look before busting up laughing.

“Have you met me?” Race wheezed out over the laughter. “I can’t cut anything straight. I’ll muck it up.”

Spot dropped to his knees before falling to his stomach, grumbling about being on the cold ground before starting to cut down the tree. Race took the opportunity to gleefully stare at his rear in the tight jeans. “And quit checking me out.”

Gasping, Race gave him a grin. “I wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“Then why do I feel your eyes burning holes on my ass?” Spot looked over his shoulder with a grin, continuing to cut down the tree.

The tree fell with a flourish as Spot held a hand out to be helped up. Race pulled him into his arms, kissing him with a grin. “Great job, Spottie.”

Spot laughed, picking up the truck before motioning Race to grab the top. They awkwardly walked back to the parking lot, allowing the employees to wrap it up and tie it down to the car. After paying, they were on their way back to the city. “How are we going to decorate it?”

“Lights, ornaments, the whole 9 yards that we typically decorate it.” Spot shrugged, not really understanding where Race was going with this.

“All tonight?” Race asked, fiddling with the radio.

Spot caught his hand in his, lacing their fingers together, squeezing them gently. “If you want. Or we can put the lights up tonight and do the ornaments tomorrow.”

“Rather just get it done and over with.” Race sighed, relaxing back in his seat, watching the world pass them by. “It’s hard to believe it’s already December. Seemed the year just started and now we’re almost done.”

Spot smiled, listening to Race go soft. “Are you ready for the mayhem that’ll be coming with work?”

“Christmas dances are already underway and we have our big showcase on the 21st- you’ll be there right?” Race asked, biting his lip.

Spot nodded. “It’s in my calendar and I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially since Ella is making her dancing debut.”

Jack and Kat’s daughter, Ella, was 3 and all she could talk about was dancing at Uncle Race’s studio. The little girl loved her uncles and loved dancing even more so it was a natural fit.

“She’s so good, Spottie.” Race sighed. “It’ll be fun watching her grow and continue to get better.”

Spot loved listening to Race talk about dancing. He had been a dancer his whole life and the decision to open his own studio wasn’t one he took lightly but he excelled at it. He had a waiting list of potential dancers due to the popularity of the studio and the high standards he held his dancers to.

Race sighed. “It’s going to be chaotic these next few weeks but it’ll be nice to have some time off at the end of the month. Maybe we can get away for a few days after Christmas.”

“That sounds like a plan. We should probably book something sooner rather than later and maybe in the middle of the week.” Spot loved the suggestion and knew that Race was correct about the chaotic nature of the weeks ahead.

Once home, they made quick work getting the tree into the house and setting it up in the corner of the living room. “Hey, where did we put the lights?”

“Uhhh . . . I think they’re in the attic.” Spot called back, tightening the tree stand, ensuring that the tree was secured.

Race nodded, heading into the hallway where their pulldown stairs were located. Once the ladder was secured, he climbed it immediately finding the big box that had Spot’s scrawl on it. Grabbing it, he heffed it downstairs, putting in near the tree with a huff. “You okay?”

“Have I mentioned how much I hate our attic?” Race gave him a look with a shake of his head. “Because if I haven’t, I really hate it.”

Spot chuckled, because it was the same statement every year around this time. “I’m sorry that you had to go up there.”

Race shook his head, opening up the box, grabbing a string of lights. Spot stayed back, knowing how much Race loved to put the lights on. “Quit staring at my ass.”

“Payback is hell.” Spot grinned, letting his eyes scan Race’s backside with a chuckle.

Race looked over his shoulder and wiggled his butt at Spot as he continued to clip the lights into place, causing Spot to laugh at him. Before long, Spot was grabbing the step stool for Race so he could do the top part of the tree. While he did that, Spot went up to the attic to retrieve the boxes that were filled with their ornaments.

“Spottie?” Race called, standing at the bottom of the ladder, looking uneasily up into the attic. “You up there?”

“Yea I’m up here.” Spot handed him a box, watching him take into the living room before appearing once more. He handed him one more before walking down with the final box.

Looking at the boxes, Race looked over at Spot with a grin. “How do you want to do this?”

“How about we start with our ornaments for the year?” Spot suggested as Race grinned.

They had started the tradition the first year they were together. They would each buy each other ornaments that reflected on the past year. In the past four years, they had to get creative with the ornaments.

Spot walked into their bedroom, grabbing a box and went back into the living room as Race came from their home office. “You hid yours in the home office?”

“You never go in there so it was the perfect hiding place.” Race grinned, sitting on the couch as Spot joined him. “You go first.”

Spot grinned, handing over the colorfully wrapped box. Race’s eyes lit up at the box before slowly starting to unwrap it. A plain brown box was in his hands as he slid his finger under the tape. Opening it up, Race gasped at the silver box that had a silver ribbon on top with a red ribbon attached to it. “It’s so pretty. But I don’t understand.”

Spot took the box from him, before lacing their fingers together, giving them a quick squeeze. “Antonio, it’s been an amazing four years since you walked into my life. You have turned my world upside down and I am so thankful everyday that I can call you mine. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Dropping to his knee, Spot unlocked the silver box to reveal a silver hammered ring, nestled in the velvet inside. Race’s jaw dropped as a tear made its way down his face. Nodding, he sniffled. “Yes, Sean. Yes.”

Taking the ring out of the box, he slid it on Race’s ring finger before pulling Race to him, kissing him. “I love you, Racer.”

“I love you too Spottie.” Race held his left hand up, admiring the ring. “Damn you Spot. Making me cry . . . it’s supposed to be a happy day.”

Spot chuckled, kissing him once more. “It is a happy day. You just made all of my hopes, dreams, and wishes come true.”

“And now you want me to give you my ornament?” Race said, wiping his eyes with a sigh. Spot grinned at him, nodding.

Handing Spot a simple red wrapped box, Race ran his finger over the ring that was just placed on his finger with a grin. Race had had a hard time picking out Spot’s ornament but hoped he would love it.

“Don’t look so nervous.” Spot grinned, pulling off the wrapping paper watching Race bit his lip. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Race nodded, his lip still in between his teeth. Spot opened the box, gasping at what was laying among the tissue paper. Race had gotten a local artist to create an ornament of the two of them. Their backs on the ornament with Spot’s arm around Race’s back. Along the bottom were their names along with “your my person” and the year.

Spot looked up at Race with tears in his eyes. “I absolutely love it. This is amazing.”

“You sure?” Race asked, despite the reaction from Spot, he was still nervous.

Putting the ornament on the coffee table, Spot leaned over to Race, pulling him in for a kiss. “Yes, I absolutely love it. It’s perfect for this year. Our ornaments go hand in hand.”

“Unintentionally but yes they do.” Race grinned, pulling Spot back in for a kiss. “I love you Sean Conlon. Thank you for making me the happiest person yet.”

“Love you too Antonio Higgins. Thank you for making me so happy.” Spot sighed, lacing their fingers together. “What do you say staying here for a few hours before we decorate the tree? Wanna cuddle with you.”

Race nodded, kicking off his shoes before laying his head on Spot’s chest, fingers still laced together. “You’re a sap Conlon but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Love you too Higgins.” Spot grinned, running his fingers through Race’s curls with a sigh of contentment.

Later, after the tree was decorated, they would sit in front of it with Race’s ring on display as they texted and called their friends and family, bringing them into their little secret. Race would look over at Spot with the biggest grin on his face, knowing his life was complete due to the amazing person sitting next to him.

Any feedback you have would be awesome! Hope you enjoyed the fluffiness of these two!!!

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butterbeeryuta · 4 years

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johnny as your boyfriend; radio!au

a/n: thIS was requested a looooooong time ago, and i am so sorry that i only wrote this now. My mocks are finally done, and they actually went pretty well, so i hope my results will match whatever i am claiming skdjkjd. This headcanon was really fun to write, and it was overall just adorable oof alright, imma head to over to my next oneshot now. Hope all of you have a great day.

Okay so ya’ll are in uniVersity (as expected because I am writing this)

You met johnny 2 years ago when you were freshman looking for a job on campus cause um,,, college is a bitch

And you saw this uni radio show ‘Night Night’ which went live every wednesday at 9 in the evening

You honestly had no idea what they talked about since you’ve never listened to one

Despite the fact that your roommate Sicheng always talks about it and claims how great it is

BUT ANYWAY

You always enjoyed radio shows in general, and saw that they were hiring for another radio show personality

HMMmmMmmmM i wonDEr wheRe tHIS Is gOInG

You were one intellect my dear; you were studying political science at Konkuk University, meaning, you were one opinionated ass individual

But, you also had your crack side acCording to ur roommate

You fucking chased Sicheng around with those incense sticks cause you couldn’t find your go-to rolling pin to scare the shit out of him for eating your pack of strawberries

I swear the two of you are great friends ya’ll just show love to each other in quite a unique way

ANYWAYS

YeAH so you went to ask for the job cause you need money to buy a safe for your precious strawberries

You brought whatever requirements they asked for, and nyyOoooOOooooOOOOnged your way over there

It was a pretty old building, or radio station per se. not that it was bad or anything but, it isn’t exactly a place you would like to step into

Going up the stairs, you just saw a really TALL and attractive guy clearing out a few things in the booth. Your guess was that he was also probably new to this and whoever lent him the place didn’t exactly clean up the place.

With whatever courage you had in yourself

Or i guess how much sugar you consumed this morning cause you casually just walked it without contacting the guy

‘Uh... hello?’

HE JUMPED, whatever shit he was holding? Yeah it dropped

Which caused you to jump too, not expecting the huge ass pretty guy to have that big of a reaction

he looked over to you, surprised to see a person in the radio station because um,,, nobody ever goes there except for him

‘Hello to you too??? uhhh, not meaning to be rude or anything but, why are you here? Are you lost?’ He asks, looking extremely concerned

You just shook your head and deadass told him that there was a job offer for another radio show personality, and he looked eveN more concerned

Sorta like a ‘are u fucking serious’ face

‘Oh! Right. That job has been open for about a year now so I didn’t expect anyone to come at all...’

OHHhhHhh????????

Well,,,, i guess you have a better chance of getting the job?

‘Well.... do i get a higher chance of being accepted then for being the first to show up? You ask, unsure if whatever you said made sense, or was even socially acceptable

Imagine going to a job interview being like: ‘so i saw ur job offer, and since i actually showed up, I’m accepted right?’

Babe i dont think it works like that, but let’s continue

Johnny honestly had nothing to say against you though. You were right in a sense that you had no competition since you were the only one that actually came to apply. At the same time, he wanted the quality of the show to still be good even if there was a limited audience

‘Higher chance is indeed right. But tell me, uhh, what’s your name again?’

‘I actually never introduced myself, but it’s _______’

‘I’m Johnny by the way. So _______, why do you want to be a radio show host for Konkuk University?’

you had two ways to answer this question: (1) be blatantly honest that you really need the money, and talking to earn cash seems pretty great in your opinion or (2) repeat whatever the fuck sicheng has told you about the show

And of course, you were going with the first option

‘i honestly need the money because college is a bitch. And also talking and having discussions is a pretty fun and interesting method to get some cash in. Also because my roommate loves your show and why not ruin it for him by including me in it’

Babe

BABE SKDJKSDJKDSJKSDJSKDJKSDJ

Johnny actually wanted to accept you immediately. I mean for starters, he found you pretty adorable marching up to the radio station determined to get the job. And not only that, you were quite the talker, which is something that could spike up the show since it was just always johnny speaking

And also because he was feeling quite lonely but he would never admit that

‘Alright _____, meet me this friday to talk about next week’s segment’

OOFT

And let me tell you, tall boi’s assumptions were right. During your first show together, the two of you decided to talk about the book ‘1984’ by george orwell and although it may sound boring on a superficial level, yOU made it sound pretty interesting and johnny was actually just laughing the entire time

You and johnny just clicked in an instant, and your way of describing things made ‘Night Night’ known by the students

Nobody could ever forget your infamous line about the book: ‘george orwell’s sexual frustration is honestly so transparent in the book; all he needed was to get his dick wet then maybe he wouldn’t have let julia and winston be caught by the thoughtpolice.’

And things like this happened every wednesday. The pattern of your radio show just included you being you, and johnny trying to make shit be on track

The two of you were doing it for a very long time now, and back to toDAY where ya’ll have been doing it for two years, well... it would be a lie to say you hadn’t developed feelings for johnny

of course the man was beautiful and well-built. But his personality and laugh? Yeah sicheng should’ve warned you about that.

He is probably one of the most open-minded person in the world, and he knows a bit about everything, making him so well-rounded. And and and he’s to kind???

If you tell him that you can’t make it to the radio show, he says it’s okay and even gives you snacks the moment you come back and he just makes you so soft in general i—

Meanwhile for johnny, damn is he in love with you

Over the past 2 years, you definitely helped him open up more. With the way you speak along with your galaxy brain, he couldn’t help but fall for you? You were intelligent, you had your own mind, and being friendly and funny in general is something johnny really liked about you

The time when he realised he loves you was when you curled yourself up against the seat while you were discussing about what to talk about next week, and you just fell asleep. He noticed how soft and peaceful you looked, and that he would want to see you like this on a daily basis

Shit this is getting me all soft i wasnt planning on this nsndnsndnd

So yeaHHHHH this week’s segment, you guys were talking about the spanish conquest of mexico and peru woohoooo

AND you were very excited for this because this was one of your (my) favourite topics you learnt during your time in high school

‘OKAY, good evening everyone I am ______D,’

‘And I am JohnD, and welcome to’

‘Night Night. Oof, we’re getting better at our introductions aren’t we JohnD?’

‘Nope, you just learned how to say it without cringing’

‘Touché’ and ya’ll began your discussion. And things actually got pretty interesting.

‘So _____ you’re telling me that it was Cortes’ leadership that allowed the Spanish to successfully take over Mexico?’ He asks you in disbelief.

‘No you tall dumbfuck, it’s one of the attributes that led them to succeed. Both Cortes and Pizarro had disease on their side and better weapons, so of course they’d win. I just wanted to include leadership as i don’t know, to see the defeat of the aztecs from a new lens?’ You respond, deadass looking at johnny in the eye

‘Well, i don’t think i can argue with that, mainly because i am too scared too. That is it for today, but before we end this, i would like to add one more thing.’ Johnny says, which took you by surprise

huHhh?

You looked confused, in fact, you were confused.

What the fuck was going on?

‘This academic year is ending, and this so happens to be my last year here at Konkuk University...’

Oh shit

Your eyes softened at his words, just realising now that johnny was two years older than you, and yeah, he’s graduating this year

‘... this year has honestly been one of the greatest years here at Konkuk, but for me, I think of my my most memorable memories here was when ______D entered the station and giving me a huge fright’

You laughed a little, remembering how much you scared the man

‘Taking this opportunity, ______D, I want to ask you something’

Shit

BRUHHHHHHHHH

‘I just want to congratulate you and thank you for joining “Night Night.” You made the show livelier and massively increased the viewer rate with that big brain of yours—‘

‘I prefer the term galaxy brain’

‘—yes, galaxy brain. I hope that you can continue this radio show, and maybe recruit someone else while i’m out in the world of disgusting adults. So yes, thank you ______. And because we won’t be colleagues in a bit, will you be my girl/boyfriend?’

You were initially teary eyed, buT yEET those tears out biTCH what????

You wanted to say yes, bUt how?????

Do you just nod at him and go ‘ye,’ or do you like, confess?

You felt weird in the stomach. Not that you can exactly do 459343948 cartwheels in one go, but that’s exactly what your stomach was doing. If you were to speak, you could have vomited.

Idk what happened to you, but you took off your headphones, and went to the tall boy and just hugged the shit out of him cause umm,,,, SAME????

And johnny wasn’t sure what that exactly meant so he just hugged you back, bringing you to his lap and holding you tight against him cause honestly, when will he be able to do this to a person he genuinely loves

There was a moment of silence of you two just holding each other, until you realised you were still live with lord knows how many people were listening.

‘U-um, yeah Johnny, I w-will gladly be yours—‘

‘_____ I love you’

OKAY RETRIEVE THOSE TEARS BISH YOU CRYING NOW TF

You sorta just placed your head on the crook of his neck, quietly whispering to him

‘I can’t believe I love your tall ass too...’

‘SHE SAID SHE LOVES ME TOO!’

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Should’ve Known (m)

Seonghwa x Y/N

Genre: Smut with slight fluff at the end

You were looking for a one night stand and so was he...

It had been a while since your last relationship and you'd been doing great on your own. But you were in need of some attention, specifically from a man and on this lonely Friday night it seemed like the perfect time to hit up the clubs.

Picking out your favorite black leather mini dress along with fishnet thigh highs, and black pumps, you started getting ready.

After finishing your makeup you smiled.

"Perfect!" You looked at yourself in the mirror before applying a glossy red lipstick.

Once you felt ready, you left your house and drove to your favorite club.

The place was crowded and hot but in the best way possible. There were a lot of hot young guys on the dance floor so you made your way over. Catching their attention, a few of them came up to you and started dancing.

You smiled and swayed your hips to the rhythm, getting lost in the song.

That's when he saw you... with strobes of light shining right on your dancing figure, you almost looked angelic.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he watched you dance and grind on the group of men surrounding you. Your long dark hair falling gracefully across your shoulders.

He licked his lips, imagining that it was him you were grinding on; he was getting hard just thinking about it. He took a big gulp of his cocktail and began to walk towards you.

Squeezing through the sea of people and countless sweaty bodies, he finally reached you.

You turned your head just as he walked up to you and started dancing.

For a moment you forgot how to breathe. The man infront of you was absolutely beautiful. He wore black skinny jeans, a graphic long sleeve shirt and a black jean jacket. His ears were full of piercings and his black choker pulled the whole look together.

He ran a hand through his shiny black hair while effortlessly grooving to the music.

You thought you would pass out when he turned to you and spoke.

"Couldn't help but notice you from over there." He smirked, looking you up and down. "May I ask your name?"

You shook your dirty thoughts away and gave him a smile. "I'm Y/N.."

"Pretty name..Y/N, I'm Seonghwa." He grinned. You noted how he repeated your name, loving the way it rolled off his tongue with ease.

"You look kinda' hot. Can I buy you a drink?" He offered, gesturing towards the bar.

You nodded. "Sure!" Realizing just how hot and thirsty you were.

Seonghwa lead the way and you guys sat down at the counter.

He ordered margaritas for the two of you and carefully handed you the glass.

"Thank you.." You said, taking a sip.

"So Y/N.." He cleared his throat and you turned towards him.

"I haven't seen you around before. What brings you here?" He asked, twirling his glass.

"Well it's been a while since I went out clubbing. I've been working a lot lately and decided to finally have some fun for once." You shrugged and flipped your hair.

Seonghwa licked his lips at the simple yet attractive motion, studying how your dark hair framed your pretty face.

"Yeah you deserve some fun in life." He agreed, after a moment. "May I ask what you do?"

You nodded. "Yeah I work from home as a fashion designer."

His eyes lit up in amusement and he looked you up and down. "Yeah..I can see that." He winked, downing the rest of his margarita.

You laughed a little and tucked your hair behind your ear. "So what do you do?" You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

"I'm a dancer so I'm either in the studio practicing or performing on stage." He stated, drumming his fingers on the counter.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "Really? That's cool!" You nodded.

"Wanna' dance?" He asked, standing up.

You nodded and took his outstretched hand in yours. His grip was firm yet gentle as he lead you to the dance floor.

A slow and sensual song began to play, just as you turned to face each other. He gave you a smirk, causing your heart to race with excitement.

Damn he's so hot! You thought to yourself, biting your lip

He slid his hands down your exposed back, sending shivers throughout your body. As he pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your body against him.

He lowered his warm hands to your hips while slowly grinding his pelvis against you.

The sexual tension hung thick in the air as you guys danced to the next few songs. Some fast, some slow but each had you guys bumping and grinding against each other.

You engaged in conversation as you swayed to the slow songs and found you had a lot in common.

Agreeing on music taste, similar interests and, love for travel, it was no question that you guys were hitting it off.

Not to mention your undeniable attraction to each other.

As you were making out in the corner, it was no surprise when he finally invited you back to his house. Of course, you agreed. He grinned excitedly and held out his hand for you. You smiled and practically ran out of the club with him and into the parking lot.

You shivered in the cool night air, waiting for him to unlock his car. He noticed you were cold and draped his heavy jacket over your narrow shoulders.

"Thanks.." You said, gratefully wrapping it tightly around you. He opened the door for you and you hopped in the passenger seat.

After letting the car warm up for a bit, he pulled out of the parking lot.

You put your arms through the sleeves of his jacket and made yourself comfortable in the soft leather seat. You noticed it was really warm and cozy.

"Do you have seat warmers?" You asked, leaning back.

"Yes! Aren't they great?!" He exclaimed, grinning and coming to an intersection.

You nodded. "Yeah, it's really nice."

He unlocked his phone and handed it to you. "Wanna' pick a song?" He asked as you took it from his hand.

"Umm sure." You shrugged and scrolled through his playlists.

He has great music taste. You thought to yourself, picking a slow grind song and turning it up.

Seonghwa nodded in approval and placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing it a little.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he rubbed you leg and moved higher; almost reaching your heat.

You were breathing heavily when he pushed your panties aside and inserted a finger into you.

You bit your lip and gripped the seat.

"C'mon baby..let me hear that sexy voice of yours." He coaxed, adding another finger and slowly pumping them in and out.

You let out a low moan. "S-Seonghwa.."

He smirked and started pumping you harder, drawing out another moan from your lips.

"You like that baby?" He asked breathily. Feeling himself getting hard as you kept moaning his name.

"Seonghwa..Ohh fuck!" You sighed, arching your back against the seat. He was making the 'come here' motion with his fingers.

You clenched your legs together, feeling on the verge of orgasm as your stomach coiled and twisted. Your chest was rising and falling as you panted, nearing your climax.

"Seonghwa..I'm so close!" You sighed and scrunched your eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of his warm fingers inside you.

Once he came to a stoplight, he reached over to pull you into his lips. "Y/N.." He mumbled against your mouth, sliding his tongue inside.

You moaned as he kissed you harder and added more pressure with his fingers.

"God you're so sexy!" He exclaimed while adding a third finger and pumping you harder.

"Seonghwa! Uhhh.." You whimpered, kissing him sloppily.

Seonghwa unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing member. Seeing you like this and hearing his name escape your lips was really turning him on.

He began pumping his dick in time with your moans.

"Come on Y/N..be a good girl and cum for me!" He sighed, kissing your neck.

"Seonghwa..Ohh fuck!" You gasped as you felt your orgasm erupt through your body.

Seonghwa pumped himself faster and panted, while sloppily planting kisses on your neck.

Just then the car behind you honked, as the light turned green and Seonghwa took his fingers out of you. He gave you a wink as he sat back in his seat, continuing to drive.

As you pulled your dress back down, you noticed his erection and smirked. "Do you need some help with that?" You asked, licking your lips.

Seonghwa gave you a dark smile and took your hand, bringing it to his lips.

"It's okay baby. We're almost there anyway, I can wait." He assured, giving your hand a few gentle kisses, making your core throb.

After many twists and turns, he finally reached his house. It was too dark to make out all the details but judging by the fairly long driveway and the way the moon outlined the house, it was pretty big.

You guys got out of the car and walked up his front steps.

As soon as he closed the door behind you, he wasted no time in picking you up and pinning you against it.

"Y/N.." He groaned, rubbing his bulge against your clothed heat.

"Seonghwa..just fuck me already! Please..." You whimpered, feeling your panties getting wetter by the minute.

"You want me to fuck you baby? Feel my dick pound inside your tight little cunt?!" He growled, biting and licking your neck. His hands squeezed your ass as you tightened your legs around his waist and grinded against him.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, carrying you into his bedroom and putting you down so he could strip off his clothes.

You reached behind you and struggled to unzip your dress.

Seonghwa, who was already down to his underwear, came up behind you.

"You need some help?" He asked, fingertips lightly brushing against your hot skin.

You nodded and he unzipped the back of your dress, letting it fall to the floor. He took this opportunity to unclip your bra, as well as reach around to grope your breasts.

You gasped when grabbed them roughly. "Damn Y/N..so soft!" He purred darkly, lightly squeezing your sensitive buds.

You rested your head on his chest and felt his member poke your thigh. You wanted him so badly, your body ached to feel him; all of him...

"Get on the bed Y/N.." He whispered sharply in your ear, giving it a nip with his teeth.

You smiled slyly as you walked to his neatly made mattress.

You sat in the middle and Seonghwa joined you, pulling off your panties and throwing them to the floor.

He had a dark look in his eyes as he spread your legs and marveled at your naked body.

"Damn Y/N..I can't wait to fuck you!" He exclaimed, pulling you into his lap. He angled himself as you slid onto his length.

"Ohhhh shhh-" You gripped his shoulders tightly. "You're so thick.." You sighed, kissing his parted lips.

"Y/N.." He grunted as you wrapped your legs around his waist and started moving up and down.

"Seonghwa..ohhh." You threw your head back, rolling your hips and creating the most insatiable friction.

He sighed your name over and over each time you slid down. "Y/N..Y/N..Y/N..." He ran his hands up and down your back while placing wet kisses on your breasts.

Then he slowly layed you down on your back with him on top for more control. Leaning on his elbows, with his face right above yours, he thrusted a little harder.

"Ohhh Fuck. R-Right there!" You moaned as he found your g-spot.

His pumps were gradually getting faster, and his breath got heavier; hitting the side of your face.

"Oh god..you're so fucking tight!" He moaned into your ear, furrowing his eyebrows in pleasure.

"Oh fuck Seonghwa-a!" You cried as he started fucking the living hell out of you!

His pelvis was thrusting at an incredibly fast speed, and the sounds of skin slapping resonated off the walls of his bedroom.

“Ah..ah..ah! ”He grabbed onto your shoulders and rested his whole body against yours, not wanting to leave any space.

He was grunting and growling with every thrust, as sweat dripped down his forhead.

"Ah sss..Seonghwa!" You arched your back, the position allowing for deeper access. You could hardly take it as his dick was hitting you in all the right places, your juices coating his shaft and making squishing noises with every thrust.

"Ohhhh Y/N!" He whined loudly, closing his eyes. "You feel so fucking good, your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock!" He panted.

You gripped his forearms, feeling your climax nearing. "Seonghwa..I-I'm almost there..." You whimpered under him.

"M-me too baby..me too!" He grunted, tensing all his muscles as his breath quickened. Your bodies were sliding against each other with sweat and it felt so good.

"Y/N..I'm gonna' cum!" He exclaimed, about to pull out.

You gripped him tighter. "Wait! I'm on birth control." You exclaimed, pulling him back towards you.

"Okay Y/N..let's cum together!" He said before almost pulling out, only to slam into you, circling his dick around your walls.

"Shiiiiit!" You exclaimed, scrunching your eyes closed.

"Look at me Y/N!" He demanded, thrusting sloppily and panting heavily.

You opened your eyes and met his. Both of your sex faces sent the other over the edge.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Seonghwa yelled, his fat load shooting into you, causing his breath to hiccup and sputter. He kept thrusting while his body shivered and quaked in bliss.

You came almost as soon as he did. Letting out the breath you didn't realize you were holding. You twitched and quivered underneath him, gripping the bedsheets at your sides.

"That's right baby..cum on my cock." Seonghwa hummed, continuing to lazily pump as you both rode out your orgasms.

He gave you a tired smile before collapsing next to you. His chest rose and fell in exhaustion. The moonlight that streamed through the window cast a bright glow against his naked and sweaty body. He looked so beautiful just laying there with a satisfied grin on his face.

You turned your gaze to the ceiling. "Damn, I can't remember the last time I had a good fuck." You exclaimed.

Seonghwa scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around you. "I'm glad I made you feel good baby.." He whispered into your ear, nipping it gently.

You turned to face him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, beginning to sit up.

Seonghwa pulled you back to him. "And where do you think you're going?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well I was gonna try and call an Uber..ya know-" You tried to explain but be cut you off.

"Y/N! It's 3am, just spend the night." He said, pulling the blankets on top of your bodies and nestling close to you.

You hesitated to relax, watching as he closed his tired eyes, already drifting off to sleep; his hand still holding onto yours.

You looked at him for a moment and then decided to just close your eyes for a few minutes and then leave.

The next morning...

You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa sleeping peacefully next to you. His nose was almost touching yours.

You slowly pulled away from his arms and got out of the bed. Quietly, you got dressed and took a notepad out of your purse. Scribbling your name and number, you left the note on his nightstand and left his room.

After calling a cab, you stepped out of his house and waited on the porch for your ride.

Once home, you took a soothing shower and got into your favorite pair of fluffy pajamas. After fixing yourself some food, you made yourself comfortable on your couch. Curling up with blankets, you turned on your favorite show and began to relax.

Most of your day was spent lazing around as you'd been really stressed from the week prior and especially from all the excitement from last night...

Seonghwa woke up later that afternoon, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight flooding into his room.

Finding the bed empty next to him, he felt a little disappointed that you didn't stay. But he shrugged it off and grabbed his silky red robe. While he was putting it on, the notecard on his night table caught his eye. Curious, he walked over and picked it up.

When he saw your name written at the top, he smiled to himself and put it in his pocket.

It wasn't until three days later that he called you.

"Hello?" You answered. You were sitting at the kitchen table painting your fingernails.

"Hi Y/N..it's Seonghwa." He exclaimed.

You put down the nail polish bottle and blew on your nails. "Oh hey..what's up?"

"I was wondering if you're free tonight?" He asked.

You paused to think for a moment, racking your brain for any possible plans; you couldn't remember any. "Yeah I'm available. Why?" You asked, knowing full well why he was calling...

"Well I was thinking you could come over again..." He suggested, his tone light and amusing.

You smirked and leaned back in your chair. "Mmm I don't know..."

Seonghwa sighed in frustration. "Then why did you give me your number-"

You laughed and got up from the table. "I'm just kidding!" You exclaimed. "What time do you want me to come?" You asked.

He rolled his eyes but couldn't help from letting a smile spread across his face. "10pm sound okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, sounds good!" You grinned, biting your lip in excitement.

"Okay well..I'll see you tonight then." He said. You could hear the smile in his voice

"See ya.." You said before hanging up.

As you were getting ready, you couldn't stop imagining all the freaky things you wanted to do with him. It was getting you so hot and bothered that you had to keep touching yourself just to stay sane.

You went all out with your makeup, doing a smoky eye and red lip. Your hair was teased a little for a wild effect and you put in some gold hoops to bring it all together.

You were wearing a burgundy lingerie set under a tight grey mini dress that accentuated your curves and white tennis shoes.

After you were ready, you fixed yourself some dinner and ate while scrolling through social media.

The hours passed by quickly and before you knew it, it was time to head to his house. So you got into your car and typed the address he sent you into your phone.

Turning up your favorite Ariana Grande album, you began to drive to his house; feeling excited and happy. You always got hyped up and more confident when listening to Ari.

Turning down his neighborhood, you craned your neck to see the numbers on the mailboxes.

"1424..1425...1426!" You exclaimed before turning into his driveway.

You hopped out of your car and walked up to his steps, ringing the doorbell once you were at his door.

He opened it after a few seconds.

"Y/N!" He grinned cutely. "Come on in baby.." He beckoned, opening the door wider.

You smiled and stepped inside, sliding off your shoes and unzipping you're fluffy white coat. Seonghwa stepped behind you and helped you take it off, carefully hanging it in the closet nearby.

"Your house is really nice!" You exclaimed, taking a moment to look around; noticing how everything was clean and neatly in its place.

"Thanks.." He paused. "Guess you didn't get to see much of it last time." He scratched the back of his head, blushing lightly.

You chuckled and bit your lip, walking around the kitchen, pretending to “study” it.

Seonghwa watched you quietly, marveling at your body and imagining what you look like under that dress...

You felt his eyes boring into you so you decided to tease him by leaning against the kitchen counter. You arched your back ever so slightly, pretending you were interested in the things on it.

He felt his dick growing in his pants as your dress came up, revealing the hem of your lace panties, and the curve of your ass.

"Seonghwa.." You said in a low voice, turning to look at him.

"Hmm?" He gulped, trying to shake his thoughts away as you started approaching him. He bit his lip when his eyes wandered to the plunging neckline of your tight dress.

As you stepped up to him, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of your face. You smirked at his surprised reaction but he didn't let you have control for long.

Seonghwa reached out and tenderly brushed your hair out of your face, his eyes never leaving yours.

Then he caressed the back of your head and slowly brought you to his aching lips. Though he wanted nothing more than to shove his tongue down your throat, he gently moved his lips instead, savoring the feel and taste of you.

You released the grip you had on his collar and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his thick hair.

"You're so hot." He sighed into your mouth.

"So are you!" You exclaimed, kissing him lazily.

Seonghwa smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him, adding a little tongue here and there.

Then things began to heat up..

His kisses became deeper and you followed, moaning against his mouth as he sucked on your bottom lip.

"Fuck-" You breathed as he squeezed your left breast and rubbed it in circles.

He took this opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth. He already had you panting as he pulled down the top of your dress to knead both breasts. "Mmm..so soft..." He hummed against your lips. Your cheeks flushed pink and you gasped. His hands felt so good!

"You like that?" He whispered, licking the side of your neck.

Your gasped when he pinched your nipple and let out a whine.

"Damn baby..so needy." He whispered lowly in your ear, letting his warm breath brush against your smooth skin.

You shivered in excitement as he lightly kissed down your neck. "S-Seonghwa.." You sighed, reaching down his pants. Your hand enclosed around him and spread the sticky precum all over his shaft.

"Fuck, Y/N..!" He hissed and grabbed your dress, pulling it up.

He guided you towards the kitchen table and bent you over it.

"Let's see how wet you are for me.." He grinned darkly before yanking down your panties.

You felt the cold air hit your throbbing area and twitched in anticipation.

Seonghwa came up behind you and dragged his fingers along the slit, chuckling when he found you soaked.

"Holy shit Y/N! Did I do that?" He smirked, putting more pressure against you, marveling at how wet you were.

"Hell yeah you did!" You groaned, rubbing yourself against his digits.

Seonghwa chuckled. "Hold on babe..I'm coming." He said, taking his fingers away so he could pull down his pants and underwear.

He held his angry red cock in hand, loving how desperate you looked right now, clenching your legs together for some relief.

"I'm the only one who's going to make you cum.." He exclaimed, smacking your ass.

You yelped and closed your eyes at the incredible feeling. Seonghwa grinned at the sound and spread your legs apart, your vag on full display.

He moved between your legs and rubbed his shaft under you. "Is this what you want babe?" He asked, almost in a whiny voice but lower and hotter.

You panted heavily, and nodded, unable to speak because you wanted him so bad.

"Answer me!" He commanded, smacking your ass.

You sucked in a breath "Ah sss..fuck, I want you!" You groaned loudly, moving your hips against him.

"Are you suuure?" He asked, circling his tip around your entrance, loving your reactions to his teasing.

"Fuck yes! Oh god I want you Seonghwa. I want you to fuck me so deep and hard. Please Seonghwa..!" You balled your fists in frustration.

Seonghwa threw his head back in pure bliss, having an eargasm at what you just said to him. "Say no more.." He breathed as he shoved his dick inside you.

"Ohhhhh!" He moaned as he went in balls deep, loving the feel of your warm walls hugging his length.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he started thrusting. "Fuck..Seonghwa..."

His lips were pressed together as he concentrated on thrusting in and out of you.

He was breathing heavily from his nose and grunting as his hips slammed into you. Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth as he got rougher and faster by the second.

"That's right Y/N! Oh fuck, y-you take me so well.." He grunted, resting his stomach on your back and reaching out to lace his fingers with yours.

You felt a deep and aching knot form in your stomach. "Seonghwa-a-a! I'm-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence as your orgasm erupted, his rough pumping sending you over the edge.

"Uhh-sss.." You shivered in pleasure underneath him.

Seonghwa pulled out of you, not letting himself cum, and turned you around. His lips met yours in a heated makeout. "Y/N.." He mumbled, kicking off his pants.

"Mmm.." You moaned, loving the way he kissed you so good.

"C'mon..!" He smirked sexily, pulling you with him up the stairs and to his room.

After you both stripped off your clothes he picked you up and practically slammed you into the bed.

"Y/N.." He moaned, kissing you. "I'm gonna' cum so hard tonight! I've been waiting all day.." He exclaimed, bending your knees and spreading your legs wide apart.

"Fuck you're gorgeous!" He grunted, pushing his pulsing dick into you.

You whimpered at the feel of his thickness inside your sensitive walls. But he gave you no mercy as he roughly thrusted his cock in and out.

The bed was creaking and shaking underneath you as he pounded away, determined to orgasm hard! He was holding your knees for support and threw his head back when you clenched around him. "Ahhhh..ah ssss..Y/N!" He moaned.

You bucked your hips and tried to match his pace, which sent him into more moans.

"Fuck..oh shit! That's right Y/N..fuck me back..ohhhhh shhh-" He grunted as his balls slapped against you.

You couldn't even speak, his dick felt so good all you could do was whimper.

"C'mon Y/N!" He smacked the side of your thigh. "Lemme' hear your voice!" He exclaimed, meeting your eyes.

You relaxed a bit and started moaning for him, loudly when he circled his cock around your walls and finding your g-spot.

"Ohhhh right there!" You moaned, moving your hips against him.

You were both panting heavily and dripping in sweat. Seonghwa's eyes were scrunched closed and his head tilted back, feeling his climax approaching.

"Fuck..oh fuck.." He breathed, thrusting with all his strength. "Oh shit! Ohhh Y/N..." He whined. "I-I'm gonna' cum.." His body tensed and his muscles flexed.

"Go ahead..fuck- I'm right there too!" You sighed, clenching the sheets in your hands.

"Oh god, I'm cumming! I'm..oh fuuuuuck-" He let out a glorious moan as his hot cum shot into you. His whole body shuddered and quaked in orgasm.

You immediatley released as well, feeling his sperm fill you up and squishing around as he rode out his high.

Then he collapsed on top of you and kissed you sloppily, still trying to catch his breath.

You wrapped your whole body around him, his sweaty skin sticking to yours. "You..you don't have to leave." He said between kisses. "Just sleep with me." He said, looking into your eyes and moving the hair out of your face.

"Okay..but Seonghwa-" You were cut off by his lips again.

He smiled and pulled away so you could finish.

"We're strictly fuck buddies..alright? No catching feelings or any of that commitment stuff." You explained, looking in his eyes.

"Of course! I thought that was a given..?" He stated, kissing your cheek. "But that doesn't mean we can't sleep together. I'm fucking tired and I know you are too. So don't worry Y/N. I promise I won't love you." He winked before pulling away to get under the covers.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks! I'm so glad we're on the same page."

Seonghwa nodded. "Yeah, just hit me up whenever you're horny. I'll come fulfill your every need." He smirked and sexily pulled his bottom lip down, giving you a sensual gaze.

You laughed at his playfulness "Yeah and next time you have a boner, just let me suck you off!" You exclaimed, sitting up.

Seonghwa chuckled "Okay Y/N! Geez..I'll be sure to face fuck you next time."

You licked your lips and eyed his crotch.

"Fuck..don't look at me like that!" He groaned. "I don't want to get hard again Y/N..just let me sleep." He pleaded, sinking back on his pillow.

"Fine!" You rolled your eyes and fluffed your hair that was covering your breasts.

Seonghwa smirked at the sight. "Come here gorgeous.." He purred, patting the space next to him. You crawled in next to him and he draped the heavy blankets across your bare bodies. Once you were comfortable, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his face against the back of your head.

And that's what started your sexual relationship with Park Seonghwa.

You called each other at least three times a week, sometimes more. It was like you couldn't get enough of each other. He craved you all day, everyday; and you found yourself feeling the same.

If you were aroused in the slightest, you wasted no time in calling him over. Each time he was ecstatic to please you as well as relieve himself in the process.

Seonghwa was the one to call more often though, as he needed to relieve a lot of sexual frustration. He found himself daydreaming about you...a lot! This lead to his many hard-ons throughout the day and he couldn't get the satisfaction he wanted if it wasn't you who relieved him.

Whenever the two of you couldn't meet, a little phone sex would hold you over until you were available.

This went on for three months straight.

"Hey Y/N! Whatcha' doing tonight?" Seonghwa asked brightly.

You held your phone in the crook of your neck. "Nothing exciting..." You replied, wiping down your kitchen counter.

Seonghwa cleared his throat. "Do you want to get some dinner with me and then come back to me place after?" He suggested, nervously tugging at his sweatpants string.

You smiled and stood up straight. "Sure! Sounds fun.."

Seonghwa bit his lip, hearing the smirk in your voice. "Okay..I'll pick you up at 7." He said, brushing his hair back.

"See ya!" You exclaimed, hanging up.

I wonder what's in store for tonight...You thought to yourself, heading into your room to get ready.

Seonghwa arrived at your house by 6:55pm and rang the doorbell.

You took one last look in the mirror before answering the door.

Seonghwa gave you a sexy grin and looked you up and down. "Damn..you look hot!" He exclaimed, leaning in to kiss your neck.

You giggled and stepped outside. "So do you!" You exclaimed, admiring his lean physique in the white skinny jeans and bright blue blouse he was wearing.

"Thanks! You ready?" He held out his hand.

You took it and let him lead you to his car.

Once you arrived at the resteraunt and stepped inside, you immediatley stopped in your tracks.

Y/N..it's not you, it's me. I'm sorry..this just isn't working out...

His sad smile, the plates of uneaten food, and the empty promises. It was a night you never forgot...

"Y/N..Y/N!" Seonghwa waved his hand infront of your face.

You blinked and focused your eyes on him.

"You okay?" He asked, concern flooding across his face.

"Y-yeah.." You said, forcing a smile.

Seonghwa wasn't so sure but he shrugged it off, holding his arm out for you.

You took it and walked with him to your table.

After sitting down and ordering your drinks, you looked around. "What's with the fancy dinner all of a sudden?" You asked, trying to hide your nervousness. You noted the many chandeliers and intricate designs of the building as well as the delicate cuisine and pricey menu.

It was all too familiar...

Seonghwa neatly folded his hands. "Just thought I'd treat us to something nice for once." He said nonchalantly, but you could see something else in his eyes; something he was trying to hide.

You couldn't help but feel anxious at the different vibes he was putting off but they were extremely hard to pin point so you just tried to block them out.

Then the waiter came back with your drinks and asked if you were ready to order.

Seonghwa nodded and ordered for the two of you.

Once the waiter left, you were soon lost in conversation and were talking to each other like the best of friends.

You almost forgot what you were so nervous about. You couldn't deny the comfort you felt when spending time with Seonghwa but you always kept your distance. You were done with the emotional rollercoaster of a serious relationship and felt content with the way things were going between you and Seonghwa.

During your conversation, Seonghwa noticed you were holding back at times. You wouldn't completely open up about personal topics and background stories. He was curious about you but he didn't push it, wanting to respect your boundaries.

"So Y/N.." He paused, noticing your dazed expression.

The flashback returned, mid-conversation.

It's not you, it's me. It's not you, it's me. It's not you, it's me. It's not you, it's me. His voice kept repeating in your head, over and over. You could see him sitting in front of you, his emotionless face and blank stare bore into your soul. Your heart was racing in your chest and you felt incredibly anxious.

"Y/N.." Seonghwa reached across the table and placed his hand on top of yours.

His touch awoke you from your trance. You turned your head to him and your eyes met. Your body was trembling and he could see the fear behind your eyes.

"What's wrong Y/N?" His voice was quiet, he almost sounded hurt. "You've been like this since we got here. Please, you can tell me anything Y/N. I'm here for you." He said earnstly, searching your eyes. "I care for you..."

Your breath hitched in your throat as those words escaped his lips. You immediatley pulled your hand away from him.

"I-I have to go!" You said, standing up.

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What? Wait..Y/N!" He stood up as you quickly walked away from the table. "Y/N!" He started running after you but you were already out of the resteraunt.

"Y/N!" He yelled as you got into a cab and drove away.

He was utterly confused and hurt. What the hell is up with her?! He thought, aggressively scratching his head and muttering curse words to himself.

He didn't know when it started. Maybe it was from the beginning. Maybe it was when he first saw you in that club, looking so beautiful. But all that aside, there was no denying how much he really cared for you; how hard he was falling for you.

After that night, you avoided him at all costs and never answered his calls or texts.

You had sworn off serious relationships and commitment. It only ended with a broken heart and you were tired of risking everything for someone; tired of putting everything on the line. Tired of giving your heart, only to have it ripped apart in the end.

So you cut him off and locked your heart away.

It's fine..I won't get hurt this time. I'm saving myself the heartache. Right...?

Seonghwa was miserable. He missed you; every part of you.

He missed your long and deep conversations after some mind blowing sex. He missed seeing your smile and hearing your laugh. He missed holding you, touching you, teasing you. He missed the way you made him feel, how only you could fulfill his desires.

He couldn't stop thinking about you and wondering why you were pulling away from him. The fact that he was completely cut off from you was absolute torture.

After a few days, Seonghwa was really going through it. He felt sad and extremely horny at the same time. His endless hours consisted of listening to The Weekend, while curled up in his bed; occasionally masturbating to the thought of you.

His lack of motivation caused him to stop showing up to work. Eventually, he worked up the courage to call you but you didn't pick up.

He began calling you at least three times a day hoping that maybe you'd eventually pick up.

You never did.

He had no idea it would turn out like this. He had every intention to keep things strictly sexual but soon after meeting you, he'd already developed feelings for you.

Though he denied them in the beginning, there was no way he could deny them now.

One month later...

You couldn't believe that after a month, he was still trying to call you everyday. His persistency surprised you and you had to give him some credit for the effort.

You were in the middle of sketching when your phone began ringing.

Seonghwa held his phone to his ear, nervously biting his lip. He vowed to himself that if you didn't pick up this time, he wouldn't call you again.

He was shaking. He didn't want to let you go but knew it would be for the best. Nevertheless, he hoped with all his heart that you'd answer, just this once.

Please Y/N..please pick up. This is the last time..I can't do this anymore. Please...

You glanced at the screen and saw Seonghwa’s name flashing across it once again.

You paused and stared at it. God I'm such a bitch. You thought to yourself. I really should hear what he has to say already. That's the least I could do...

Defeated, you reached over and answered it.

"Hello?" You said, softly.

"Y-Y/N..?" He was taken by surprise. He didn't think he'd ever hear your voice again.

"Hi Seonghwa..." You said shyly, twirling your hair.

"H-Hi umm..Y/N I..really need to talk to you." He said softly, though you could hear the urgency behind his words. "Can you come out for a sec?"

"Hold up..you're here?!" You asked, standing up in surprise.

"Yeah...It won't take long, I promise!" He assured.

You were already walking to your door as he said that and when you opened it, you saw him standing at the bottom of your steps.

He looked up and met your eyes. Giving you a small smile, he hung up his phone.

"Hey.." He said, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Seonghwa.." You almost whispered. Seeing him standing there made you feel even worse about the way you'd ghosted him.

"So umm-" He began.

"Please, come in!" You said, beckoning him inside.

He looked surprised but only for a second as he walked up the steps and into your house.

After taking off his shoes, he turned to you. "Listen about that night at the resteraunt. I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to break our agreement like that. I totally dishonored your trust and I shouldn't have even thought about taking things to the next level. I'm just..really sorry Y/N..."

He let out a sigh and your heart sank.

Damn...

"Seonghwa..I-" You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows.

"Why did you leave the restaurant like that?" He asked, his eyes boring into yours.

You couldn't look at him and instead, stared at the floor. "Well...I just-"

"Look at me Y/N.." He said, his voice quivered.

You couldn't face him, you couldn't speak to him. You felt trapped from the inside out.

The heavy silence weighed down on your shoulders as you thought about the way you'd affected each other.

He wasn't just this confident and sexy item of pleasure you had come to know.

He was Seonghwa, a human being with feelings and you had played them.

You finally looked up at him, into his sad and dark eyes.

"I was scared." You finally admitted. "That resteraunt is where my ex broke up with me and it brought back all those memories. We were going to get married!" You exclaimed as tears fell down your cheeks.

"We made so many promises and he broke all of them in one night. It was very traumatic for me." You paused, taking in a shaky breath and wiping your tears.

"I've been really hurt Seonghwa and I vowed never to go through that again. So when you started opening up to me, I thought it would be best to push you away..." You sniffed, looking down. "I'm so sorry." You whispered.

"Y/N.." His heart dropped as he noticed the pain on your face that you were trying so desperately to suppress.

"It's okay." He finally said, giving you a sad smile. "But I need to tell you something. If I don't, I think I'll go crazy." He laughed nervously.

You brushed your hair back and faced him again. "Please!"

He hesitated for a second before blurting, "I'm in love with you Y/N L/N!"

"I've fallen in love with your everything. I can't help it. Your smile, your sense of humor, the way you make me feel..everything!" He exclaimed. "I should've known what we got in to before we started fucking." He exclaimed, rubbing his face in frustration.

"I-I have to tell you something too." You said, looking up at him.

You couldn't hide it anymore, you had to tell him.

"What is it?" He asked, looking up.

"I'm in love with you too.." You confessed. "I thought I could keep it inside but I can't!"

Seonghwa didn't waist any time in walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you tightly into his chest and rested his head in the crook of you neck.

"I love you Seonghwa.." You sighed into his chest.

He loosened his grip on your waist and tilted your chin up to face him. He gazed at you with hooded eyes, studying every feature of your face. "I love you too..." He sighed, before placing his lips on yours.

You melted into him and gripped his shirt. You didn't realize how much you missed his sweet lips or his strong embrace. "Seonghwa.." You mumbled against his mouth.

He took this opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, letting it swirl with yours. He was panting with arousal as he trailed his hands up your sides.

His hands enclosed around your breasts and you moaned as he kneaded them firmly.

"Mmm you like that? You like when I touch you Y/N?" He growled, biting your lower lip and pulling it a little.

You grinned darkly and unbuttoned his shirt. He gasped in delight as you kissed his neck and trailed your lips down his chest.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, rubbing your back.

You continued, kissing down his stomach until you reached the waistline of his jeans.

He looked down at you and bit his lip in excitement.

You smirked to yourself as you unzipped his pants and pulled them down.

Seonghwa felt his dick throb and pulsate in anticipation as you hooked your fingers around his underwear and pulled them down to his ankles.

His long dick sprung out and you salivated at the glorious sight. "Damn babe..so hard and thick!" You purred, pumping him. Slow at first, you dragged your hand up and down his shaft.

"Ssss!" He sucked in a breath as his tip leaked out some pre cum.

"There you go baby.." You said, licking his head and swirling his warm liquid down his throbbing shaft.

"O-OH! Y/N.." He threw his head back as you took him in your mouth and sucked him hard.

"Fuck! I missed you...Ohh Y/N!" He moaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and bobbing your head back and forth at the pace he liked.

You gripped his thigh for support as he thrusted into your mouth.

All kinds of lewd noises escaped your throat as you gagged and choked on his saliva coated dick.

He was pounding into you, unable to get enough of this insatiable pleasure. "Oh god..ohhh oh Y/N!" You were licking and sucking on him like he was the best lollipop you ever had!

"Fuck..oh fuck!” The filthy moans Seonghwa let out had you dripping down your legs. Your panties couldn't even hold it anymore, they were completely drenched.

"Ah..ah babe! Ahh I'm..I'm-" Seonghwa's abs clenched and his body tensed as he neared the edge. He was deepthroating you by now, chasing his high and panting rapidly.

"Fuck..I'm cumming! OH-" Hot cum streamed into your mouth as he orgasmed.

He pulled out of your mouth and exclaimed "Don't swallow! Hold it."

You held his cum in your cheeks as he squatted down infront of you. He held the sides of your face and brought your mouth to his. He licked your bottom lip and opened his mouth for you to meet him in a heavy, cum filled-makeout.

It was the hottest thing you ever experienced. His liquid dribbled down both your chins as you hungrily made out with each other. Your wet mouths were making the sexiest, smacking sounds.

"I can't wait to fuck your tight little pussy.." He growled, wiping his chin with his sleeve and giving you a sexy grin.

You smiled and wiped your mouth, standing up.

He was about to stand up as well when he noticed your inner thighs were glistening wet.

His eyes widened in surprise. "Holy-" He reached up and pressed his hand against your heat. "SHIT Y/N! Your fucking soaked!" He marveled.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Do you like sucking me that much?" He asked, taking off his shirt.

You nodded and raised your eyebrows. "I like making you feel good, especially after you had to wait so long..." You explained.

"Y/N..you're too sweet!" He cooed, picking you up and walking towards the guest room.

He sat you down on the edge of the bed and pulled down your panties. "Spread your legs for me princess. Daddy's gonna' lick you all up.." He said, placing his hands on your knees as you spread your legs.

You twitched in excitement as he brought his head in between your legs and got to work.

His tongue licked up and down your slit, lapping up the juices that continued pouring from your entrance.

"Mm baby...you're so sweet!" He said, while rapidly shoving his tongue in and out of your core.

Your loud moans made him hard again and soon, he was panting with arousal.

His cheeks were flushed and his lips glistened from your wetness as he stood up. "Lets fuck already!" He exclaimed in frustration.

You chuckled and ripped off your dress and bra. "Thank you!" You laughed, pulling him on top of you.

He chuckled and kissed your lips while grinding his erection against your core.

"Put it inside Seonghwa..fill me up." You whispered in his ear. "I want you." You gripped his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin.

Seonghwa shuddered at your words and kissed your neck. "Mmm..you want daddy's cock? You want it inside you princess?" He teased your entrance with his tip.

"Yess!" You groaned, bucking your hips to find some friction. "Please Seonghwa..I need you!"

He needed you just as much, maybe even more than you did. But he loved seeing you like this. Needy and begging for him to please you. It turned him on so hard, he could hardly stand it.

"Okay Y/N.." He gave you a kiss before lifting up your legs and pushing your thighs against your shoulders. He held onto them as he slid his throbbing dick inside your aching core.

Your eyes rolled back as he went all the way in. "Ohhhhh shit!" You breathed, as he started moving.

"Y/NNNN!" He moaned, loving how you clenched around him. "Oh baby..Ohh I love you!" He pumped harder and tensed his abs. “Do y-you love me..?” He panted.

“Yeah..I love you too. I love you Seonghwa!.” You sighed and gave him a smile.

He looked at you with hooded eyes and grinned. “Mmm..if you love me, call me daddy.” He growled and smacked your ass.

You yelped and tilted your head back. Your knees were hitting your shoulders as he thrusted in and out of you, his dick sliding with ease as your juices coated him. Not to mention all the pre cum he was leaking.

"Daddy! Oh fuck..I'm close!" You whimpered, scrunching your eyes shut as you felt your climax approaching.

Seonghwa quickened his pace and thrusted at lightening speed. Grunting and groaning as his dick slammed roughly around your walls. "M-m-me too..ahhh fuck..ssss I'm gonna' cum so hard baby!" He grunted, shaking the bed with the strength of his thrusting.

"Daddy..! Ahh shhh-" Your breath hiccuped as you erupted in a whole body orgasm. You gripped onto his shoulders for support as he kept up the pace, drawing out your orgasm.

"Ahhhhh Y/N!" He whined loudly as he came inside you. He continued to pound into you, balls deep and felt another wave approaching.

"Oh fuck..oh god-" He cried, scrunching his eyebrows in concentration as he pumped.

You whimpered and panted under him, becoming overstimulated.

"UH..Uhhh-" He shuddered, dripping in sweat. "I'm gonna-oh god!" He cried, as more cum shot out of his dick. "I..I- I can't stop cumming! Y/NNN!" He yelled, releasing his fattest load yet.

He milked out his orgasm just as you reached your second high, whimpering his name under your breath.

"Y/N.." He breathed, kissing your open mouth. Your tongues danced together as your bodies trembled in the after waves of your intense pleasure.

Exhausted, Seonghwa rolled over next to you on the bed. "Y/N.." He said after a moment.

"Hmm?" You hummed, closing your eyes.

"I love you." He smiled, reaching for your hand and holding it tightly.

You scooted closer to him and wrapped your leg around his. "I love you too Seonghwa." You grinned, gazing into his fucked out eyes.

“I didn’t know you had a daddy kink..” You smirked, playing with his damp hair.

Seonghwa blushed and gave you a mischievous grin. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He said in a playful tone.

“Damn..I guess I’ll just have to find out huh?” You said, dragging your finger across his jawline.

“Guess so..” He said, pulling you into him and gazing into your sparkling eyes.

"I can't wait to do this tomorrow.." He sighed, happily.

You chuckled and held him close. "Me neither.." You yawned and felt your eyelids drooping.

“Sweet dreams..” He whispered, as you drifted off to sleep.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and smiled to himself. She’s so beautiful..

He gently stroked your smooth face, tracing his fingers across the curve of your cheeks, and trailing the bridge of your nose. All the while, thinking about how lucky he was to have you here, like this.

Who would've thought we’d end up here? Laying like this, intertwined, and still feeling the heat of our love. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m so glad you walked into my life and even happier that you stayed. Sleep peacefully, my love. Tomorrow holds a new adventure for us and I can’t wait to spend it with you.

Who knows? Maybe we’ll be forever...

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! Feel free to leave feedback, it’s always appreciated.

Stay cool and stan Kpop.

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Title - Peter’s a dad!? (Also on Ao3)

Request by - Rae (Anon) on AO3

Request summary - Peter's friends/classmates or maybe school? Find out that Mai is his daughter? Like some are supportive but maybe there's a bit if angst but super fluffy PK family moments? (Set in my AOMPK au)

Pairing - Parkner (Harley Keener x Peter Parker)

Warnings - Light cursing

Words - 2371

Story -

There was something about Peter Parker, Betty thought to herself, Something odd. It wasn’t a bad odd, just a sort of ‘huh, that guy must be hiding something’ kind of odd.

She wasn’t friends with Peter but she did talk to him sometimes and she was close to Ned who was Peter’s best friend, so she probably knew him better than the others in the team bar MJ and Ned.

Which just made the conversation she heard even weirder.

“-can’t say no to her. Seriously, she could ask Harley to take over the world and he would.” Peter huffed.

Harley? She remembers the name from their field trip a few weeks ago. He was Peter’s boyfriend, right?

Ned had snickered at that, picking up a fry from his tray “And you wouldn’t? Mr. you can’t have any more cookies but I suppose I can make an exception this one time that turns into every time?”

Peter rolled his eyes “First off, That is a really long name. Second, have you seen her? She’s adorable. She could probably get Fisk to turn himself in with just a look.”

”I can’t believe you took so long to tell me.”

”How was I supposed to tell you? Hey Ned, guess what? You’re technically an uncle.” Peter did short jazz hands, “How would you suggest I had explained it?”

Ned snorted, shaking his head with amusement.

”Hey, we are still in the lunchroom.” MJ cut in, dryly, “Unless you want the whole school to know.”

Both Peter and Ned sheepishly apologized but Betty’s brain was already working double time.

Uncle? Does Peter have a kid? Since when? Who was the mother? Was it his? Betty was going to find out. Only because once her curiosity was peaked it was hard to let the topic go.

And finding out a schoolmate, let alone Peter Parker, has a kid was tugging at her curiosity. So to sate it, she decided to ask around. She decided to start with her teammates at AcaDec practice that day. It wasn't a mandatory practice so very few people actually showed up, The only ones there being, Betty, Abe, Cindy, Sally, and Flash. They were in the gym waiting on Peter, Ned, and Mj to show up. Mr.Harrington was sitting near the back of the room grading papers.

“Have you seen anything weird with Peter recently?”

“Why are you asking?” Abe asked cautiously. It was never a good thing when Betty was interrogating people.

”I’m just curious, is all.” She frowned, “Can I not be curious?”

”You? No.” Sally stated, “You’re never just curious.”

Cindy nodded in agreement, “Why are you asking about Peter anyway?”

”I told you! I’m just curious!”

Cindy gasped “Do you have a crush on him?”

Betty shook her head rapidly “No! I just-“ she paused then sighed, “I heard him talking to Ned at lunch yesterday and it-“ she pressed her lips together, unsure if she should even tell them.

”It what?” Abe questioned.

Crap. What does she do? She didn't want to out Peter on accident but she was so curious!

"Just,you know, was weird. I don't know. That's why I'm asking." Betty replied with a hopefully casual wave of her hand.

"Why would you want to know about Parker?" Flash scoffed from a few seats away, Betty sighed.

"Unlike you Flash, Peter is friends with us." Sally shot back, annoyed, "And he's pretty cool too." She added pointedly.

"Yeah right." He scoffed but didn't say anything else, thankfully.

Betty ignored Flash and turned to Cindy, "What about you? You sit behind him during first period."

Before she could reply the doors to the gym opened and the three other members of their team showed up. MJ glanced around the group, frowning.

"Nobody else?" She huffed, rolling her eyes, "Well, this isn't a mandatory practice. Whatever, I'll just make them do extra practice next time." She looked over the group, "Get into teams. We're gonna be practicing response time today." Everyone hurried into their seats.

Betty mentally groaned at the loss of opportunity but then perked up as she realized she was sitting next to Ned and Peter. Hopefully, she’ll overhear something soon.

The practice went on for about thirty minutes before they were interrupted by a loud ringing.

“Sorry!”

They all turned to see Peter fumbling to grab his phone. Betty perked up instantly. Maybe this was her chance?

Mr.Harrison sighed “Parker, turn your phone off.”

Oh, right. Practice. Dang it, She’ll never find out at this rate.

Peter nodded, glanced at his phone, the shook his head, standing up, “Sorry, Mr.Harrington but I got to take this.”

Betty perked up again. Or maybe she will.

He headed to the edge of the stage, answering his phone before their teacher could stop him.

Due to how quiet it was, they could all hear him talking on the phone, the other side of the conversation though was muted.

”What happened?” The words came off worried. Whatever the other replied caused Peter to breathed out heavily and run a hand through his hair, relieved.

”Oh, is she okay?” A pause, “Fuck. Okay, just-“ he glanced back at them briefly, “I can’t really leave right now. Is it bad? No? Good, that’s good. I'm glad she's okay. What was she even doing?”

Another pause then a disbelieving, “What?” Peter shook his head and groaned, “I thought I told her to wait. Hey! Why is she my kid when she does something stupid? You are just as likely to fuck uhhh,” Peter trailed off, his expression softened as the phone was presumably handed off, “Hey, Mai. How’s the hand?”

Mai? That’s the name of the girl from the field trip. Why was Peter talking to her?

”No, I’m not mad. Just- I told you to wait for me or Harley. I know. I know. You were excited but you could have really hurt yourself.”

Peter’s lip twitched upwards “Yeah, I know. Look, how about I stop and get you some ice cream and you promise to wait next time?”

Peter hummed “New Legos? I don’t know. You did break the rules.” Peter lightly teased, “But fine, just this once.” His expression turned disapproving, “But you have to promise to wait next time. Yeah? Okay, okay. Good. I’ll see you when I get home. See you, sweetie.”

The phone was handed off again, “Like you aren’t?” He shook his head, “We can talk about this later, I gotta go. MJ is giving me the evil eye.” The said brunette rolled her eyes, “Yeah, see you when I get home.” A blush crept up Peter’s face, “Yeah,” he smiled softly, “Love you too.”

He hung up and turned back to the team, tilting his head with confusion when he saw them with their mouths open and eyes wide with puzzled shock bar MJ and Ned, ”What?”

“What the fuck Parker!?” Flash shouted, “Do you have a kid!?”

”Language!” Mr.Harrington said then turned to Peter, “But I must agree. Who was that you were talking to?”

“Oh.” Peter’s blush returned full force, “I can explain.”

He was silent for a long moment.

“I can no longer explain.” He said.

Flash rolled his eyes, “As if you would have a kid anyway. You would need someone who would want to sleep with you first.”

"Mr.Thompson, language."

”You do remember he has a boyfriend right?” Abe said, raising a brow at Flash.

”Unless Parker is secretly a girl, I still don’t see how he could have a kid.”

“That brings up a valid point.” Mr.Harrington turned to Peter, “Is this child your sister? Or just someone you are babysitting?”

Peter opened his mouth then breathed out his nose, “Sorta? I mean-“ he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Ms.Potts is gonna be pissed.” He murmured before turning back to them.

”You guys remember that girl from the field trip? The one who beat you all at Mario Kart?”

”Yeah. The secret love child of the Avengers.” Sally nods.

”No, She was Peter’s boyfriend’s cousin. Right?” Cindy corrected with a tilt of her head.

“Yeah, her. She’s uh-“ Peter paused then sighed again, “She’s not his cousin. She’s- well, she’s an orphan that Harley and I took in.” He admits quietly.

“What do you mean? What didn’t you take her to foster care?”

Peter shook his head at Mr.Harrington, “Are you kidding? No, look, it’s complicated. Trust me, I can’t tell you everything but Mr.stark agrees it would have been a bad idea. Anyway, the short story is we found her and we took her in. She’s been with us for a few months now. And you guys can’t tell anyone! I’m serious. It could be very dangerous for her if it gets out. Please.” He gave them a pleading look that tugged at Betty’s heart.

Flash still looked doubtful, “And Tony Stark is okay with you just having a five-year-old in his tower?”

“She’s four. And yeah. He is.”

“What was that phone call about?” Sally asked curiously, changing the topic.

”Oh,” a look of fond annoyance flicked through Peter’s eyes, “Mai accidentally hurt herself trying to make something. It’s wasn’t too bad. She just nicked her hand a bit." Peter rolled his eyes fondly, "She was just super excited and opened the box without anyone there, cut herself with the box and freaked out Harley when he walked in and saw her bleeding. She'll be okay though."

"That's good." Cindy slumped into her chair, they were all obviously relieved to hear the little girl was okay.

Betty hummed, "So that's who you and Ned were talking about at lunch?"

MJ gave Ned and Peter a pointed look.

"You, uh, heard that?" Ned asked sheepishly.

Betty nodded, "It was bugging me all day!" She admits.

Peter glanced around the room, "You guys, won't tell anyone right? I'm not kidding when I said it'd be dangerous for her."

"I won't say a word," Cindy promised, Sally and Abe agreed easily.

Betty shrugged herself, "I'm satisfied just knowing." She smiled at them.

Mr.Harrington and Flash looked the most hesitant, Well, Mr.Harrington did, Flash just looked doubtful.

"Come on Flash," Peter says, "I don't care if you don't believe me. Just-Don't tell anyone about her? Please?"

Flash pressed his lips together, "I don't know."

"What do you want?" Peter asked, deadpan.

Flash shrugged, "I never did get to finish that tour."

"You were a dick!" Ned exclaimed.

Flash kept his eyes on Peter "Well, Parker?"

"Will you kept quiet?" Peter prompted, Flash nodded.

"You can't seriously be thinking about agreeing," Abe says puzzled.

Everybody knew Flash bullied Peter, he'd gotten a little better over the past few weeks but he was still a bully.

Peter and Flash locked eyes, staring at each other for a long tense moment.

Something must have happened in that nonverbal interaction though because Peter pressed his lips together, breathed in deeply, then, looking like he was regretting the words that were about to come out of his mouth, said, "You can come over to the tower this weekend. If you promise not to tell anyone." Peter offered, "We can do whatever you want that doesn't have to do with the labs. Tony would never let you back in those."

"What? Peter!" Ned complained.

Flash crossed his arms, "Will that girl kick me again?"

Betty pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. That was a great memory. She shared an amused look with Abe and Cindy.

"Will you be a dick?" Peter shot back.

Mr.Harrignton opened his mouth, probably to chide Peter for his language before he seemed to just give up, slumping against his chair and rubbing his temples.

Once again, Flash and Peter stared at each other, neither seemingly willing to give in. Then, Flash blinked and leaned back in his seat.

"Fine. But if I get threatened again, I'm out."

"Trust me, They won't settle for just threatening you this time if you did something," Peter replied idly, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Flash paled a little before he huffed, "Whatever. I'll be by this weekend."

"Alright. Deal." Peter turned to Mr.Harrington, tilting his head questioningly.

Mr.Harrington waved his hand, "I'd rather not deal with a lawsuit, thanks." And that was it.

MJ cleared her throat and got everybody back to practice. Betty, though, was glad she finally got her answer.

...

”So, how was school today?” Tony asked during dinner. It was just Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Peter, Harley, and Mai there tonight as the others were either busy or off-world.

”The team found out about Mai.” Peter said, taking a bite of chicken.

”I thought they already knew about her due to that field trip?” Pepper asked.

”Yeah, but now they know Harley and I are taking care of her and she’s not Harley’s cousin we were babysitting.”

"How'd that happened?" Harley frowned, Peter shot him a look.

"Someone just so happened to call me during practice freaking out about a paper cut. Right, Mai." Peter tickled her stomach making her laugh.

"Yeah!" She agreed, waving her hand. It really wasn't that big a cut, but it was on her palm which made it hard for her to hold things. Thankfully, It should heal in a few days according to Dr.Cho.

"Ah, oops?" Harley grinned sheepishly, Mai giggled again.

"Do we have to make them sign NDA's?" Rhodey questioned cautiously, Peter and Harley may not be Tony's biological kids but that didn't mean Rhodey couldn't care for them as his nephews.

Peter shook his head, "I don't think so. It should be fine. I trust them." He smiled fondly as he watched Harley help Mai cut her chicken.

Pepper nodded, "I'll get some paperwork ready anyway. Don't want to risk it." Her tone brokered no arguments.

Peter nodded, "Okay. Fair enough. Oh, also," He perked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Flash is coming over this weekend."

Harley, Tony, and Rhodey all choked on their food as Pepper and Mai blinked at him.

"What!?" The three guys exclaimed together.

Peter casually sipped his soda, hiding a grin.

#cell writes #cell rambles #parkner #aompk #fic request #peter parker x harley keener #Parley #cell continues

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oldguardsideblog · 4 years

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I uhhh kept thinking about Quynh and so here’s another take on the “we dream of each other. They stop when we meet.” regarding her, Booker, and Nile.

cw: canon adjacent depictions of death and emotional distress.

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“Booker,” said a voice of a woman who by all logical reason shouldn't be able to exist across from him, “It’s nice to finally meet you”

She leaned casually against the counter of his latest safe house, eyes trained on him rather than the gun he had pointed at her, and took a sip of water out of one of the only two glasses that he owned. She shouldn’t be here, and it wasn't simply because of the newly reinforced need for anonymity after his latest betrayal.

Last time he had seen her had been when he last slept two days ago. Waking from another nightmare of her eternal imprisonment, her constant and never ending pain, he had a renewed energy to go and get blackout drunk. Wandering from bar to bar to park, he finally resigned himself to the idea of going home. Only his house wasn’t empty when he got there.

He keeps his gun trained on her. The logistics of her ability to be here run through his head. He notes her modern state of dress, her well mannequired and healed hands. Her eyes, so similar to Andy’s in the way they spoke volumes of years lived and died. Two days wasn’t enough to escape and get to him. Was he out for longer than he thought?

“You shouldn't be here.” He says stupidly.

She looks between him and his weapon with a raised eyebrow, “Now, is that anyway to treat one of your oldest friends?”

He laughs bitterly, “If you’re looking for revenge you’re a bit too late.”

She tilts her head at him and pushes herself off from the counter “Now, what is it that you think I know of you?

He shoots for honesty. If she wanted to kill or capture him he’d be dead already. “I’ve betrayed the others. I let them get captured. I let Andy get hurt.”

At the mention of Andy her facade breaks and she inhales as if pained.

He looks clearly into Quynhs eyes, “Any punishment you seek to give them, please know that they’ve suffered enough.” Then, he looks away in shame, “They've escaped but I haven’t done anything good.”

Her voice cuts through his deprecation and brings his gaze back to her face. She’s kept her reaction neutral but if he didn’t know any better he’d say she looks sympathetic “I know of your betrayal Booker.”

He looks at her guilty “How is that?”

‘Why don’t we sit down for this.” she says, moving towards him. The grip on his gun tightens on instinct before he remembers himself and gestures for Quynh to sit, tucking his gun into the back of his pants. He takes a seat as well and then freezes at Quynhs piercing stare.

She searches his face quite seriously then, nodding like she’s found something acceptable in there, she leans forward, both hands resting gently around her glass.

“You and I have a connection, as we all do before we meet. I wish I could say that feeling what you felt was what kept me alive all these years. But that would be a lie.” She smiles carefully at him, and Booker is hit with another reflection of Andy when she meant to break bad news to him. “In fact, you made me feel worse.”

Booker swallows “Alright,”

“You have to recognize that the absolute absurdity of our situation is something that I got over years ago. Dying as I did absolutely alone before she found me. I had decided nothing seemed to make sense anymore and if I was cursed to die forever, well, there was comfort in that certainty”

She considers him, “We heal, but that may just be the problem.”

“Booker, I’m here because I want to tell you a story few people on earth know, with a conclusion that I’ve never shared with anyone else. After all, I think that you owe me at least that.” Her gaze pierces through him.

He nods, pained that she knows him in this way and honored that she trusts him even marginally “I understand”

She looks off into the distance and he watches as she circles the top of her glass with a well manicured nail, healed without a blemish after 500 years of clawing at metal. She takes her time starting but he knows better than to interrupt. Finally she speaks.

“I know that you have worries but in many ways I have had too much of my time wasted to aim for revenge.

I know that she’s sorry. I have seen her. You forget that while my nightmares plagued you, I was the one living them. you forget that you were my only eyes into the world and you were the only one who knew anything about me. What were you planning on doing once your gamble paid off? Dying? Leaving a poor old woman to lose all sense of connection to the real world”

Booker swallows “I-”

Quynh holds a hand up, “Again Booker, I am not here for revenge and I am not here for an apology. I am here so someone, anyone, knows what happened to me. Give me that, give me a voice, Booker.”

He looks her over. Here was the woman that he tried so hard to replace. He knew he never wanted to be her, after the fate she had, but there was an emptiness where she should be among the group, one that over the years he began to realize that he would never live up to filling.

Realizing she was waiting for an answer he clears his throat and croaks out “Of course.”

She looks relieved. “Good.” She looks back out past him and begins

“I have had many beginnings, my birth, my first death, and then my first life.

My first life was remarkable only in the sense that any mortal life it’s; it was a gift filled with opportunity that you had to be lucky enough to come by or to die trying. I was married, I had a number of children who lived well into adulthood and I was amazing in battle.

But as it is for all warriors it’s a double edged blade. The more battles you fight the better you become, the more invincible you believe you are and the more mistakes you make. Like us all I died in a fight for my life. And like us all, I lost.

But then I came back to life. I became amazing in battle in wartime and I had a beautiful family in times of peace. I dreamt of a woman, who like me would not stay down. And when enough of my family had passed on, so many generations having passed that my memory was all that held them to that present, I moved on. I continued my battle elsewhere, but at once I was betrayed. For a few bits of gold I was left out in the desert to die. Only I could not do it only once and be done with. I had to keep dying over and over, and likely forever.”

Quynh felt herself have difficulty continuing but knew this may be her only chance and pressed on.

“My only hope was this woman who I had dreamt of, one who I wasn’t even sure was real. Our dreams were our only connection and my only key to the outside world. Additionally, as you well know Booker, we don’t see things exactly or clearly through the dreams, we sense strong emotions, feats and disasters. There are near images but not many to tell us someone's exact location.

After decades had passed and I had tired of dying, I had begun to no longer care. Yes my body wanted me to live but my mind did not. Staying in that state the two began to fracture, and I found my mind began to wander very far away from my body. I began to see her during my deaths as well as during my dreams.”

She had all the time in the world to consider them, but still she searched for the right words.

“These two experiences were... different. The dreams were hazy, they were feelings and impressions of the world as Andromache saw them. The deaths however, they were as if I was standing there next to her. I couldn’t say how long I would spend with her during each death, as time had lost all meaning out in the desert. And at the time. I didn't know if I was simply watching Andy’s memories or if I was truly there with her. I liked to imagine that I was there, though I could affect no change in her world. But in these deaths I could watch time pass, from the changing of the sun over her head. I would wander the world near her, searching for me.

I myself didn't know if this search would come to fruition, but I traveled alongside her nonetheless. I rode horseback beside her, I climbed mountains and walked paths and ran quickly beside her. I laid beside her as she slept and I waited for her to find me.

Before these travels with her I had no interest in finding her but I was truly fascinated with this woman who seemed so hardened by the world but filled with a flicker of hope at the prospect of finding me. It made me more willing to be found. As I gained my resolve I would try new things, I would send her images of where I was, but as I could only see sand for miles it seemed to do no good. The images we dream of are without sound. During my deaths I started to whisper around her. I told her the names of the desert I had entered, I told her my last known place, I told her my name. And with that last reveal she seemed to have heard me.

While she could not see me and we could not hold a conversation, something had finally gotten through to her. With that I was pulled back to myself, I could no longer reach her because I had expended too much energy. So I continued to die for many decades, unable to see her in my deaths, but I had felt her hope and knew she would prevail.

Until finally, Andromache’s face appeared above me. And this was so different from before. When I could see her in my deaths I wasn’t really there. But this time, she looked straight at me. When Andy stepped between me and the burning sun, casting blissful shade after so long without and looked me directly in the eye, I knew I would take her here with me any day over simply haunting her. (and I swore to myself that I would never haunt her again). And when I coughed up at Andy and died one more time for good measure, I did not picture myself following Andy, unseen, in fact I did not dream at all.”

Quynh smiles and then sighs, bringing herself back to reality and Booker, looking at her from across the table, far too knowing for one so young. Here was the only one who’s mind she’d been able to see into for years.

She smiles sadly at him “I think you understand by now what has happened but as I said, I needed to tell my story so I will ask you to listen to the rest.”

“When Lykon became like us Andromache and I both dreamt of him and he of us, but during that time with Andromache at my back, our deaths were few and far between. Even after his loss and with the addition of Yusuf and Niccolò I did not experience what I had with Andromache.”

Quynh takes a deep breath, “And then I was lost. And all I had for 300 years were my own thoughts and my own silent screams. My own anger and my own rage at the world, at my family, at myself. I have died without revive far more than anyone ever in existence. You are an anomaly but I am a tragedy.

All I had was silence for what I now know to be 300 years, I saw a young man betray his nation and fail at his escape and my apologies, Booker, but more importantly than you, I saw Andromache again.”

Quynh recalls these facts clinically but she is certain that Booker doesn’t miss the tremor in her voice.

“She was different than I remembered. Harder. More removed from the world. Similar to the woman I had first seen in my dreams but now aimless, with no real destination in mind.

When I had been lost I thought she must have died. Why else would she not have found me. I pictured her in a fate similar to my own, separated and imprisoned. One unable to reach the other as much as her soul yearned for her to do so, trapped as we both were. But when you were reborn I saw that was not the case.

And for many years I didn’t get the opportunity to discover why, trapped as I were alongside you, who had chosen to forsake our drive to save the world and remain with your family. I cannot blame you too harshly, for I did the same in your place. But after years of drowning you had denied me air by choosing to remain separate from my family.

I spent much of that time, wondering why, if she had not been trapped similarly, did she not find me. Of course the first time she had insight to my thoughts and thereby my location. She did not even know of my existence until your exile from your last remaining family member when you finally asked about the woman you were dreaming about. I remember she was cold to you for years for that, pained as she was during that time. What I now see as anger at herself for not asking more questions when you first met.

I waited with you for a long time and I tried to whisper to you my last known place, but unlike Andromache you never seemed to see me.”

So after years with you I disappeared to go back to drowning. There was nothing for me on the surface as I had been all but forgotten.”

Booker shakes his head vigorously “You were never forgotten Quynh, we never forgot you for a moment”

She smiles lightly back at him “Still I thought what was the point of calling for help if no one else cared to find you?

“I would’ve believed that you had forgotten for the rest of my eternity but as always fate has other plans. Trapped in my grief and rage as I was, the rebirth of Nile was no more than a wisp of recognition against my subconscious. And when she fell asleep and I saw the faces of my oldest friends through new eyes I could give her nothing back but my desperation.

And whether I meant to or not, I appeared beside her as she asked about me. Perhaps now I had met someone who would not give up on me like you all had. I didn’t want to get my hopes up but I watched with a certain sort of desperation while Andy forsook me. Lying about me to Nile. Calling me no more than a soldier while she still wore my life around her neck.

I wanted to follow, I wanted to demand the answers I so deserved. Why, if they loved me, had they abandoned me? But my bond was not as strong to Nile and I felt myself rooted to spot, looking at you, Booker. Who looked to regret something deeply. I didn't understand, so I stayed with you and looked upon my old friends faces. And, when soldiers burst the door open and shot a grenade into you I was all of a sudden in two places at once. Watching in front of you and also inside of you. Sensing your true feelings. Your betrayal.”

Quynh let out a ragged breath, “I thought few things could hurt me after so long imprisoned but the fact that not only had all forgotten of me but you would subject the others to the same fate that cursed me for eternity

I screamed like I never had before. There isn't much worse than losing that which you didn’t even know you had left .

I stayed with you. I watched Andromache in the abandoned mine we had found with Yusuf and Niccolò once we had pulled them from their battle grounds, so young were they yet. And now here was Nile undergoing the same initiation. Yusuf Niccolò and myself, nowhere to be found. Your doing. So I did not truly desire to follow Andy while she left a place, previously a home to me, now filled with items I found unrecognizable. For they were gathered in my absence. I stayed because I did not trust you with Nile. If you would betray your oldest friends then what might you do to a girl you’ve just met. Who had no more in common with you than not being able to die.

I have felt many times over the years that that is the way you perceive many of us. You let jealousy feed you when you see Joe and Nicky, as you refer to them, together. Not realizing the sacrifices that they’ve had to make to remain together. You look at my Andromache and you feel a kinship because you have both betrayed your wives by living longer lives than them. But neither of you realize that our biggest curse is simply that you are unreachable.

In that cave I was so far removed from in time, I saw your remorse. I heard you say that your family thought you weak and selfish and that you didn’t love them enough. I realized the grudge I had been holding and knew that there must be reasons I was not privy to as to why Andy would refuse to speak of me honestly.

And ask and you shall receive, you hid in trees surrounding the area Nile and Andromache leaned against their vehicle and discussed what was next and we watched Andromache admit that she had broken her promise to me. With her renewed determination to not let that happen to anyone else, I realized that that was all I had needed to hear. After all this time, I needed an acknowledgement that she had given up and that she was sorry. And with that I had found a new sense of stress that you had betrayed them. But, unable to help, I found that I no longer wanted to see what had happened. I sunk back into myself, only to be ripped out of my torment once more as Nile was shot down in the stark white hallways of your prison. She held her breath as they searched her, pretending to still be dead, and I willed them to not notice her gentle breathing, But she's good, she knew not to gasp back to life, but to center herself before destroying the rest.

I floated again until she, deciding that Andy’s axe wasn't fast enough, pushed the man who you had been captured by out of the window using her own body. She came to in the remains of a vehicle and you all helped her recover from such a gruesome yet heroic death. You were exiled, I take it, and now I am here.”

“But how,” Booker asks disbelieving “How if you couldn’t even get a message to me, are we able to talk now?”

She leans back, the tension she had held relaying the story, all but zapped from her, “With there being two of you who I haven’t met yet, I have a more tangible connection to the outside world.

He nods, thinking it over.

“You are also now lonely enough to see me.” Quynh adds amusedly.

Booker starts, embarrassed.

“I think you can see me now because the idea no longer upsets you like it did before. You are willing to see me because you have no one else left.” She expands, though seemingly not insulted.

Booker can see a visible difference about Quynh now that she has finished her story. She looks as if a weight has been lifted off of her both metaphorically and physically, for the edges around her have started to blur.

“Please, tell me where I can find you.” he begs.

She shakes her head “I still do not know. It’s dark and it’s painful. The sheer pressure of the water is enough to keep me down, if not just the chamber I’m trapped in.”

‘Do you not see when you leave to come here?”

“No, I am simply there and now here. I don’t try to betray myself with hope when I know there is none. I will spend the rest of my days drowning. I know this because I am well acquainted with death, even with Andromache’s years before me. I still have experienced the most deaths and rebirths of any person in all of human history.”

“You can’t just give up.”

“Booker…”

“No, listen to me, I’ve already gone down that path, just waiting for it to end isn’t an option. Yes I will tell your story, yes I will remember you but what do you think the others will do when I tell them I saw you and did nothing?”

She laughs “I am sorry to give you this burden but I believe it is just penance. I would appreciate it if you tell Yusuf and Niccolò that I do not blame them and I wish them all the best. Nile that she while she is still new she will be better than all the rest of us. And Andromache… if you could tell her, that I’m still with her until the end.” she closes her eyes remorsefully “That would be very helpful, Booker.”

“Wait, Andy. Do you know?” Booker asks in a panic.

“Do I know what?” she says eyes still closed

“She’s lost her immortality”

Quynhs eyes fly open.

“She’s mortal” he chokes out.

And Quynh disappears.

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shout out especially to this post in particular for inspiring my ability to write the last bit of this

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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Animals Chapter One

Warnings: Smut. Lots of it. Though *GASP* I did manage to write protected sex but not all of it is, also some of the smut is just implied. Language, sex, and adorable fluff all at the same time. I don’t know Rami or anyone associated with him.

HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @r-ahh-mi for her dedication, encouragement, suggestions, and her editing advice.

Word Count: 2770

I know that Rami’s timeline for this may not be entirely accurate, but this is my story and I’ve taken liberties.

“C’mon babe it’ll be fun! Seriously, there is no privacy for us anywhere and I’m tired of sneaking around just to get an opportunity to give my girl some proper lovin’” he whined, in your ear. “It’s bad enough that neither of us have been able to travel as much since I left for school, and I miss you so fucking much. I get so much crap from my classmates about how much time I spend thinking about you.”

You were laying down in the backseat of his car, with him still on top of you as you had just finished having some pretty incredible sex. Now he was trying to convince you that both should go on your first random road trip together. Or rather, a spontaneous adventure, as he kept referring to it.

“I don’t know. I have to work and you are only going to be home from school for a very short period of time. Your family misses you a lot and I don’t want to take you away from them more than I already have. I don’t want them to hate me more than I’m sure they already do.”

“Well, that’s up to you. I know you have quite a bit of savings, as do I. Believe it or not, I’ve managed to put away a decent chunk of money, even as a poor college student. Mama taught me how to be frugal. And don’t talk like that because you know for a fact that my family adores you. My brother keeps giving me shit about the fact that we aren’t married yet. He said that he was certain that it would have happened the day you turned eighteen.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that statement because marriage was something that both of you had talked about since you were both sixteen. Both of you were fairly certain that it was an inevitability for you both.

“You know what? We are young, in love, so why the hell not. Let’s do it. I hate my stupid fucking job anyway and there will always be other job opportunities.”

“That’s the spirit! I love you. I’m so happy that you decided to say yes, because I have a few surprises that I had planned, if you had said yes to this.”

“When should we leave?”

“Tonight?”

“Great, but what time tonight? I get off work at 10, but I don’t want to smell like the diner so I’d want to go home and at least shower first.”

“Since I was going to drop you off at work, I can pick you up and take you home so that you can shower and then we go after that. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Yes. Now come here lover boy. I want you so bad right now. We’ve got time to make up for.”

“Again? Didn’t we just-” you cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. His mouth not putting up much of a fight against yours. Your fingers threading through his wild hair as you pull him closer.

Your naked bodies already tangled together in the backseat of the car, your hips bucked into his, and you can feel his hardening member against your thigh. He stops momentarily to grab his jeans off the floorboard to grab another condom out of his pocket, and he wastes very little time slipping it on.

“Mmmm baby.. I want you so fucking bad.” you murmur against his ear.

Your body,so easily turned on by him, was already slick and ready and you couldn’t help the low moan that escapes you as he slides into you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you buck your hips in time with his thrusts.

The only sounds you could hear was the squeaking of the car as it rocked in time with your joint movements, and the quiet moans that you were both letting out.

“Ohhhh. Yes baby… don’t stop…”

“Fuck baby, always so tight for me. I love you. You feel so good. Just.. uhhh.. Fuckkkk.. Yesss..”

Skin slapping skin as your hips meet in time with each other, your desperation for each growing in this heated moment. Your nails clawing at his back as his thrusts become more frantic in their pace.

Unable to restrain your pleasure you let it all out with a series of moans as you continued your assault on his back. Your moans only spurred him on further; your bodies slick with sweat, his moans in your ear getting louder.

“Yesss baby…. Godddd… yesss….please don’t stop baby.. Fuckkkk…. I’m so close… So close…. “ you whined in his ear.

His lips descend on yours for a heated kiss as his hips pounded into yours, working to push you over the edge and into the depths of your orgasm.

It took a few more thrusts of his hips to get you there, but you came around him with a muffled scream of his name as your nails dig further into his back. You felt his cock twitch and body stiffen, as he followed you into orgasmic bliss.

His body collapsed on top of yours as you held on to him tightly until you both were recovered enough to finally move again.

“Damn babe. That was hot.” he smiled, your naked bodies still tangled together.

“It always is with you my love.”

“I can feel it now babe, but seriously, I think you fucked up my back. Jesus woman, you are seriously like a fucking cat. I can’t take my shirt off for a while now, or my brother will give me so much shit and the rest of my family will know exactly what the hell we’ve been up to. They know we are together, but I think with them, ignorance is bliss.”

You giggled and could feel yourself turning red with embarrassment. ”I’m sorry my love. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it, but if it makes you feel better, I won’t walk right for a week.”

The smug look on his face told you that he was content with that knowledge.

“I wouldn’t worry about your back anyway since we are leaving tonight, so who gives a fuck who sees you with a clawed up back. Maybe I was just marking my territory. Hell, I’ve got enough hickies all over me that I might as well be a walking advertisement for ‘committed relationships,’”you shrug as you both sat up in the back seat and started to re-dress.

“I hate when our time together comes to an end like this, but I should probably get you home so that you can get ready for work.”

“Me too. I should just say ‘fuck it’ and just go to work all mussed and smelling like sex,” you giggled again.

“Oh fuck babe, that would be so hot, but no, I promised my brother that we’d go to dinner tonight. He knows how bad I want to see you though so he suggested that we go to your diner for dinner. Their burgers at least are delicious,” he smiled into your hair.

“I love you so much Rami. I swear you are the best and bless your brother for giving up some of his precious little time with you just for us. Maybe I fell in love with the wrong twin,” you tease, laughing at the mock hurt on his face.

“How dare you!” he gasps in shock as he dramatically places his hand over his heart.

“Oh you!” you poke him in his stomach and he yelps. “Always so freaking dramatic…”

“I’m an actor, that’s what I’m supposed to do. Ya know? Be dramatic!” he exclaimed.

You roll your eyes at him,”You’ve always been a dramatic ass bitch, but it’s alright, I still love you anyway.”

“Ugh.” he dramatically sighed.

“Seriously? The dramatics again.”

His laugh was loud as he playfully shoved you before he opened the back door of the car and climbed out, stretching his body. God you almost started drooling watching his muscles flex and move as he stretched.. His shirt riding up on his stomach just a little bit, and for some reason you had to resist the urge to bite it. Next time, you are definitely going to leave a little mark there, right above the ‘v’ of his delicious hips. Leave your mark on him, like staking a claim, a little something that temporarily marks him as yours.

You followed his lead and exited the back of the car, smoothing your dress down over your hips before leaning against the drivers side door waiting for him to wander his way back to you. Once he was in front of you, you throw your arms around his neck and give him a sweet chaste kiss.

“I love you so damn much. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?” you smiled, tears filling your eyes from all of the random emotions swirling around inside of you.

“Aw baby don’t cry. I love you too! Don’t doubt yourself love, because I’m the lucky one. The luckiest man alive because I have you,” he reassured as you sniffled into his chest.

“No way. Me. I’m… I’m.. I’m.. just.. I’m so plain,” You gestured to your body as if to demonstrate your point.

“Excuse me. No. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. I see a beautiful woman with the kindest eyes, beautiful hair, and a generous heart. I’m the lucky one because have you seen me? The guy with big eyes that looks so different from the majority of my peers.” He tried echoing your earlier movements.

“No! Don’t you ever say that!” you yelled. “You’re eyes are so expressive and gorgeous. I’ve known you forever and I still can’t figure out exactly what fucking color they are. They are… I call them ‘ocean eyes’ because they are ever changing from green to blue to sometimes gray. You are so talented and anyone that doesn’t see how talented you are is a fucking loser. And you will be successful no matter what because you want it, your live it, you fight for it. You are the love of my life, and I will stand behind you and support you no matter what!” You said holding him a little tighter now, because you know how insecure he can be about the way he looks.

“Oh babe. Look at us, arguing over our looks. If anyone overheard this conversation they would think we are the two most shallow individuals on the planet,” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“Rami, this is fucking LA, ninety-eight percent of the population is made up of a bunch of shallow assholes. So for someone to overhear a conversation about our looks would just think we are another bunch of wannabe somethings.”

He let out another bark of laughter before he kisses your forehead.

“Okay, we need to get going now or both of us are going to be late.”

It was your turn to laugh again before you pointed out the fact that his name should actually be Rami Late-For-Everything Malek. To which he actually just flipped you the bird and that made you laugh so much harder than you already were. That was your Rami; playful and fun, sarcastic and just.. he was always making you laugh.

Sighing you climb into the passenger seat and buckle up. He puts the car in drive and cranks the radio up. You both sing along loudly and off-key to nearly every song that came on. Time seemed to pass by all too quickly and before you knew it, you were outside your house. You lean over to give him a not so chaste kiss, pulling away all too quickly.

“I’ll see you in a few hours baby. Oh, I forgot to tell you, bring your birth certificate and passport with you, just in case we decide to do something reckless on our little trip,” he smiled conspiratorially at you before giving you a wink. He can’t wink for shit, but it's adorable watching him try.

Confusion racking your brain, but not questioning his motives, you shut the door, and watch him drive away. Feeling like you were floating on air, you nearly dance your way into the house that you share with your parents and begin packing for your trip.

You decide to pack fairly light, even though you have no clue how long this trip is going to last for and you grab the documents that he requested that you bring with you, putting them in a plastic Ziploc bag, and shoving them into your backpack.

You decided to lay down for about an hour to take a small nap before work; your body a little tired from the vigorous activities earlier this afternoon. Waking with your alarm, you get up and take a quick shower. Then you get dressed in your ugly work uniform, grab your bags and head out the door as you stood at the end of your driveway waiting for Rami to show. He’s a little late like always so your mind wanders back to what he had said earlier. What could he possibly mean by ‘if we decide to do something reckless’?

The thoughts roll around in your brain- you must have looked like an idiot standing there lost in thought that you barely registered that he had pulled up.

“Yoooo babe!!!” he hollered out the window which snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, I’m comin!” you holler back. “Oh pop the trunk I’m going to throw my shit in there.”

He does as you ask and you toss your backpack and small duffle bag into the trunk of his car and you notice that he has several bags already in there, including what looked like a garment bag.

“Hey Sami!” you smile, as you climb into the backseat. You hadn’t even realized that his brother was in the car with him when he pulled up.

“Hey Y/N. How’ve you been?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

“Great, but you don’t have to ask, I just saw you last week before Rami came home. So compared to how I was last week I am doing so much better. Happier. Ugh babe, I can’t believe the seat isn’t dry yet. Jesus it’s had a few hours to bake in the sun and it’s still wet. Now my ass is going to be all wet when I get to work.”

Sami nearly spit his water all over the dash as his brother was now speeding down the highway towards your place of work; Rami just wore a smirk.

“You two are fucking disgusting. Animals.” Sami grumbles.

“That we are Sami-cakes, but the sex is always worth it,” you managed to get out between fits of giggles.

“Dude, she just called me ‘Sami-cakes’ like.. Seriously?”

“She calls me Rami-cakes, so Sam that just means that she likes you. She did tell me earlier that she thinks perhaps she fell in love with the wrong twin.”

The twins laughter rang through the car against the noise of traffic.

“So what the hell did you two do while I wasn’t around?

“The same thing we always do, just bro stuff.” Rami replied.

“Oh. I took a nap, because dealing with people gets irritating, and it’s even worse when I’m tired. I also think that my body needed a rest after the vigorous activities from earlier.”

“Awwww I wore you out.”

“Ewwww.. I don’t need to hear this,” Sami smirked, while plugging his ears.

“Don’t worry ya prude, your brother gave it to me good, more than once. Good lord his stamina and recovery time is the stuff of legends.” you state as Sami just made gagging noises.

“That’s on a need to know basis, and I DO NOT need to know this.”

All too soon the car pulled up to the diner that you worked in, and you said your goodbyes to the twins, kissed your boyfriend not so chastely in front of his brother who just let out another series of gagging noise which caused you to have another fit of giggles.

“Before you go love, I just wanted to tell you again how much I fucking love you, and I’m glad you’re home even if it’s just for a brief period of time.”

“I know. I love you too, but I gotta go before I make you late, or my brother causes me physical harm, whichever comes first.”

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When Words Succeed

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Hello, lovely readers! Thank you for choosing to read "When Words Succeed". This is the Marinette POV follow-up to "When Words Fail". It works as a stand-alone, but it makes more sense as a companion piece.

If you would like to read “When Words Fail”, click here.

Enjoy!

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The world felt like it was ending the day Marinette released her transformation in front of Chat Noir. She had been so careful...and it took only a moment for all of her diligence to be rendered meaningless. She had been ready to beg Chat to detransform somewhere else when his own transformation slipped away to reveal Adrien in his stead.

Over the years, Marinette had worked hard to build her confidence around Adrien. She’d even managed to control her embarrassing stammer when talking to him, but her ability to form coherent sentences went out the window when Chat turned into Adrien. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and she crumbled into a heap on the pavement. She vaguely remembered the feeling of two strong arms wrapping around her, picking her up, and carrying her home.

For the following week, she couldn’t even look at him. Patrol became awkward and uncomfortable. In school, Adrien looked as miserable as she felt. She couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. How could she? She’d turned down Chat Noir for two full years before he finally stopped trying to ask her out. Sure, the flirting continued, but it felt more like playful banter. Still, every time she rolled her eyes at his jokes and puns, she could see the hurt in Chat’s eyes.

She’d inadvertently broken her crush’s heart. Marinette didn’t see how a romantic relationship with him was possible at the moment.

At the end of the first week of knowing each other’s identities, Tikki had a heated conversation with Marinette.

“You can’t keep ignoring Chat Noir!” the tiny being exclaimed, making her holder jump.

“I’m not ignoring Chat.” Marinette crossed her arms.

“You haven’t spoken to him all week. He looks miserable. Sooner or later you’re going to have to come to terms with what happened. Okay, so you know he’s Adrien. Big whoop! You can’t change the past, but the future of your relationship as partners is in jeopardy.”

“But I broke his heart, Tikki! I can’t just talk to him.”

“Yes, you can. You were able to talk to Chat all the time, and you were getting better at talking to Adrien. You have to try. If you don’t, Hawkmoth will win, and, more importantly, you will break Adrien’s heart even more.”

Marinette sighed. “You’re right, Tikki. I’m still hurting him, but what am I supposed to do?”

Tikki softened her expression. “I think you’ll find that if you just talk to him, things will be okay.”

“I’m still in love with him, but I can’t tell him that. I rejected him for three years.”

“Then don’t tell him right away. Fix your partnership with him, and then confess your feelings. You were working on being friends with Adrien before the reveal. Go back to that. Friends is a great place to start.”

“Okay...yeah...I can do this! Wait...when should I do this? Should I do it now?”

“If you want to, I’m okay with transforming you again. I’m not that tired.”

Marinette fluffed up her hair in her mirror before running downstairs to grab a few pastries. Once the treats were safely packed inside a box from the bakery, she transformed and swung off into the night.

She did her best to calm her racing heart as she bounded across the Parisian rooftops towards the Agreste’s mansion. Ladybug hooked her yoyo onto a beam above Adrien’s window and lowered herself onto the ledge. When she tapped on the glass, Adrien jumped, rushed over to the window, and pushed open the glass pane.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a frenzied panic, “You said you were going home. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is there an Akuma?”

She hopped inside his room and held out the box of pastries for him to take. “Actually, I’m not here because I need Chat. I’m here because I wanted to see Adrien.”

He slowly took the box from her hands and looked at it. “Why?”

She reached out and touched his arm. “Because I’ve been a bad partner and a bad friend this past week. We need to talk about what happened, and then I’d like to get to know you better. I met you three years ago, and I still don’t really know you.”

A smile stretched across Adrien’s face, and his eyes twinkled. It was the same smile she’d seen Chat Noir use when he got excited; however, she’d never seen it on Adrien’s face before. Marinette decided that she liked seeing Chat Noir’s mannerisms being used by Adrien. It helped ease the insecurities that came with having a crush on him. His expression gave her the confidence to continue talking without her stammer making a comeback. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the couch, causing her to giggle.

“This is just your silly kitty,” she thought to herself, “Why were you ever scared of him? You trust him with your life.”

“Can I get you anything?” he was practically vibrating with exhilaration as he placed the pastry box onto the coffee table.

She shook her head. “No, but would you mind if I detransform? I think Tikki would like to hang out with Plagg.”

Adrien took a seat next to her. “Go on ahead.”

He shielded his eyes as the bright pink light washed over her body. Tikki zipped off without saying a word, leaving the two teens to talk.

She allowed her eyes to wander around the room. “You know, I always forget how big your bedroom is. I’ve been here before, but not enough to really appreciate it.”

Adrien looked down at the ground. “Uhhh, yeah. It’s nice, but it’d be even nicer if I could actually have friends over. That rarely happens though.”

“I could come over if you’d like. Oh, and you could even come and visit me. I wouldn’t mind if a certain black cat knocked on my window sometime.”

“Really? Because...I kind of thought that I lost you as a friend when you found out I was Chat Noir. You stopped talking to me, and I thought you were mad that I saw who you were. I’m sorry for screwing up the whole secret identity thing. I know how important it was to you.”

Marinette’s heart melted upon hearing his words. She wanted to kick herself for not talking to him sooner. She knew he was hurting, but she didn’t realize it was this bad. Adrien valued his relationships with others more than anything in the world, and she made him think that he’d lost her.

She had to fix this, so she swallowed her apprehension and spoke from the heart. “Oh, kitty, you will never lose me. Do you know how much I care about you? And I’m talking about both sides of you. You mean more to me than any old secret identity. I was just being weird for the past few days. I’m sorry that I made you think I was angry at you. It’s no one’s fault. You didn’t do it on purpose. I think I just needed some time to adjust.”

He nodded. “I understand. I think I also needed some time to get used to this new ‘thing’ between us. At first, I was worried that it ruined our partnership...mostly because of your reaction...but I think I’m starting to see things in a new light.”

“Really? How so?”

“Ummm...well, I don’t exactly know how to describe it, but I think that this reveal may have been one of the best things to ever happen for us.”

“Purr-haps it was, minou. Only time will tell.”

“Did you just make a cat pun?”

“Yup.”

“I thought you hated my jokes!”

“No...I think you just need to work on your timing. It’s not always appropriate to make puns when we’re trying to concentrate on defeating an Akuma.”

He scootched closer to her, making her heart thump loudly in her chest. “So, Bugaboo, does that mean I have your purr-mission to make as many cat-tastic puns when we’re not in the middle of a battle?”

She giggled. “Oh, no! I’ve created a monster!”

The duo laughed and talked for the rest of the night. Marinette felt a fluttering in her stomach every time he looked at her, but she did her best to suppress the urge to freak out.

Thoughts raced through her mind like wild stallions attempting to run in the Kentucky Derby. “It’s Chat. He’s your friend. One day you can tell him that you love him, but he needs your friendship right now. Calm down...you can do this.”

By the end of the night, Marinette felt more at ease around Adrien than ever before. She even had the confidence to pull him into a tight hug before heading home.

“Tikki! I did it!” she celebrated, “I didn’t stutter once! My words work again! I had the best time, and I think he did, too!”

“Oh, Marinette!” Tikki chirped, “You did an amazing job! I’m so proud of you!”

Her smile faded. “I still love him though.”

“I know you do.” Tikki hovered in front of her face and cast her a sympathetic look.

“Maybe one day I’ll be able to talk to him about it. I hope that by then he’ll be able to forgive me for turning him down so many times. Maybe we’ll even be able to laugh about the ridiculousness of the situation.”

“You’re doing the right thing by being his friend, and you never know what may happen in the future. Keep doing what you’re doing, and I know that things will turn out great!”

“Thank you, Tikki!”

The next day, Marinette got to school early and found Adrien sitting in the classroom by himself. She slid into the seat next to him and nudged him with her elbow.

“Good morning, kitty!” she greeted cheerfully.

Marinette swore she could see a blush creep across his face, but then again...it may have just been the lighting.

“Good morning, Marinette,” he said with a sheepish grin.

She rolled her eyes. “That’s all I get? Just...good morning, Marinette? Where are the puns? You missed the purr-fect opportunity to say good meow-ning.”

His laugh rang through the empty room. “You’re right! My apologies. Allow me to correct this egregious error, my lady. Good meow-ning, Marinette!”

She placed her hand on his arm. “I hope us talking didn’t keep you up too late last night.”

“Not at all. Actually, it’s the best I’ve slept in a week.”

“That’s good to hear. You look happier today.”

“I...uhhh...yeah.”

“What’s wrong...cat got your tongue?”

He scratched the back of his head. “Ummm...no. I actually wanted to ask you a question.”

Her mind began screaming. “Oh, no...he’s so cute when he does that! Don’t freak out. He needs you to be his friend.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. What’s up?”

“I...ummm...you see...I was wondering,” his eyes wandered over to the door, “if you wanted to grab lunch with Alya and Nino today. It’s been a while since the four of us have done anything.”

“Sure, kitty! That sounds like fun.” She reached over and playfully ruffled his hair and tapped him on the nose.

Someone gasped loudly behind her.

Marinette turned around to see Alya standing next to Nino with her mouth agape. “Girl, I...what? How? When? EXPLAIN!”

Marinette left Adrien’s side and moved to her own seat in the row behind him. “Adrien wanted the four of us to go grab lunch together. Are you two going to be busy, or can you come with us?”

“We’re free, and lunch sounds good to me, my dudes,” Nino replied, giving Adrien a fist bump.

The two boys entered their own hushed conversation as Alya sat down next to Marinette.

“Alright, spill,” her best friend whispered.

“Spill what?” Marinette asked with an innocent expression.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I know you’ve become more comfortable around Adrien over the past few years, but never like that. You touched his hair.”

“He doesn’t mind.”

“Yeah, but you used to. What happened between you two? Are you and Adrien an item now?”

Her heart sank, but she maintained her smile. “Right now I’m just focusing on being a better friend to Adrien.”

Alya narrowed her eyes. “Okay...if you say so, girl. But I know something is going on. This conversation is not finished.”

Over the next two weeks, Alya did not stop pestering Marinette about her newfound super-confidence around Adrien. She asked questions at every conceivable opportunity. Marinette’s heart broke every time she told Alya that she was just friends with him.

Everything inside of Marinette was screaming to tell Adrien how she felt, but she still hadn’t found the right moment. Nonetheless, they continued to spend time with each other, and every day she fell more in love with him.

One day, she even managed to work up the courage to rest her head on his shoulder while they watched a movie together on her chaise. Marinette nearly fainted when Adrien responded by putting his arm around her shoulders. As she melted into his embrace, she could feel the steady thumping of his heart and smell the subtle, earthy aroma of what she assumed was expensive cologne. From that moment on, she took advantage of every opportunity to cuddle with Adrien; however, it wasn’t helping her stick to “friendship only” plan.

The night before the class trip to Normandy, Marinette looked at her Kwami and sighed. “I can’t do this anymore, Tikki. I have to tell him how I feel, but I’m still worried that he’ll get upset.��

Tikki nuzzled Marinette’s cheek comfortingly. “It’s only been a few weeks, but you two have come a long way. I’ve been talking to Plagg, and I don’t think Adrien is heartbroken about your past rejections anymore. You’ve made a big effort to show him that you care, and that means the world to him.”

“I think I want to tell him while we’re on the trip. Maybe I can convince Alya to sit with Nino on the bus so Adrien and I can talk.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea!”

Marinette smiled. She felt confident that her plan would work...until she went to bed that night.

Her nightmare felt like more than a dream. Marinette could feel the heat of Hawkmoth’s breath as he leaned in and ripped off her earrings. She could hear the anguish in Chat Noir’s scream as he lunged towards her and was captured by Mayura’s sentimonster. Hope drained from her soul when her partner fell into an unconscious heap on the ground. Just as she watched Hawkmoth don the two Miraculouses and shout his wish into the heavens, her eyes opened.

She woke up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down her face. Marinette cried for an hour before falling back into a restless sleep. Even the soft humming coming from her Kwami could not soothe her anguished heart. The notion of being defeated by Hawkmoth and losing Chat Noir was something that haunted her. Every so often, these thoughts seeped into her dreams, but this was the worst one yet.

Marinette found herself running late the following morning as she scrambled to throw a few last-minute additions into her duffel bag. She put on a t-shirt and jeans while attempting to do something with her hair. She hastily made coffee that she poured into a travel mug before bounding out the door.

She got to school with five minutes to spare. Unfortunately, she crashed into the teacher’s desk on her way into the classroom. After collapsing into her seat, Alya told her that she was going to sit with Nino on the bus, leaving Adrien free to sit with Marinette. At least one good thing came from her morning rush.

Once they were seated on the bus, Marinette turned to Adrien and tried to tell him about her dream. He seemed confident in their partnership, but his demeanor withered when he attempted to ask her a question. Her heart felt heavy when he changed the subject. All she could do was stare out the window and hope that he didn’t see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Maybe today isn’t the day to tell him how I feel. He’s obviously not completely comfortable around me. Maybe our relationship isn’t strong enough yet,” she thought dejectedly.

A shiver ran through her body as she rested her head against the cold glass. She mentally chastised herself for wearing only a t-shirt. Today was not her day.

She then felt a light tap on her shoulder.

“Are you feeling cold? If you are, you’re welcome to use my hoodie.” He held out his sweatshirt for her to take.

Her heart fluttered at the selflessness of his gesture. It was like getting that umbrella all over again. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yup!”

“Thank you, kitty! I forgot to take my jacket out of my duffel bag before it got stowed under the bus. You’re a lifesaver!” She pulled the sweatshirt on and put up the hood. “How do I look?”

He leaned in. “Wonderful as always, Bugaboo.”

Marinette’s face was on fire. In an attempt to hide her blush, she flipped up the armrest between them, pulled his arm around her, and snuggled into his side.

“Comfy?” he asked.

She scootched even closer. “I am now.”

Marinette felt the exhaustion of her restless night wash over her body. Unlike the boy in her dream last night, the Adrien next to her was unscathed. She placed a hand on his chest so she could feel the steady rise and fall of each breath. Feeling safe and warm in his arms, she fell fast asleep.

She awoke to Adrien gently shaking her arm. When she looked up, her heart leaped at the softness of his gaze.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he said with a smile, “It’s time to get off the bus.”

“Ugh, no!” she protested, “I don’t want to move. You’re warm and you smell good.”

He laughed and gave her a gentle squeeze. “As much as I would love to stay here all day, we will get in trouble if we don’t follow the class. I’ll let you keep wearing my hoodie if you let go.”

Even though her body was begging her to go back to sleep, she decided that Adrien’s offer wasn’t the worst trade-off. “Fine!”

Missing his warmth, Marinette latched onto his arm as they exited the bus. He grabbed their duffel bags, and they walked into the hotel together.

“What a gentleman.” Her brain was still feeling hazy from her nap.

“You two look cozy,” Alya noted, snapping Marinette’s brain into the world of the waking, “Did something happen on the bus that I should know about?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Come on, Alya. Let’s go put our stuff in the room. We only have a few minutes before we’re expected to meet back here in the lobby.”

She let go of Adrien, took her bag, and dragged Alya to their room.

“Okay, you can’t tell me that something isn’t going on between you two.” Alya put her hands on her hips. “You fell asleep on him, and he held you for almost three hours. Girl, you should have seen the way he was looking at you. Look! I even got pictures! Here...let me pull out my phone.”

As she looked at the image on the tiny screen, Marinette sighed. “Right now I’m…”

“...just trying to be a better friend...blah blah blah. Is that all you can say? You’ve repeated the same canned response to me like a hundred times. Admit it...you still like him.”

“I never said that I stopped.”

Alya pinched the bridge of her nose. “Wait...what?”

Marinette scrunched her lips and huffed. “You heard me. I never said that my crush went away. I realized that he needed a friend right now, so that’s what I’ve tried to be for him. I was planning on admitting my feelings one day, but it never seems to be the right moment.”

“Let me get this straight...you still love him, and it’s obvious that Sunshine Boy has feelings for you...but you’re not going to do anything until the right moment.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Oh, girl...no. Just tell him.”

“I can’t.”

Alya put her hands on her hips. “And why not?”

Marinette grabbed Alya’s arm and led her out of the room. “Because it’s time to go, and we have a full tour schedule with our class. There’s not going to be any time to talk to him today.”

“What about tonight?”

“I barely slept last night. I’m going straight to bed when we get back.”

“Mmmmhmmm. Yeah. We’ll see about that.”

“Alya!”

Marinette’s body dragged as the class was taken to each destination on the itinerary. By the time they returned to the hotel, she could barely keep her eyes open. Staying true to her word, she turned down the offer of going to the lounge with Alya and opted to sleep.

Marinette crashed face-first onto the bed upon entering the room. After a few minutes, she felt a tiny paw poke her on the cheek.

“Are you okay?” Tikki asked with concern in her eyes.

Marinette sat up and slumped. “Yeah...I’m fine. I just don’t know what to do, Tikki. Adrien seemed so weird and dismissive on the bus, but at the same time, he was sweet and cuddly. Then Alya said that he was looking at me with his signature soft eyes while I was sleeping. I want to tell him how I feel, but I don’t know if we’re there yet. I need a sign to point me in the right direction.”

“Maybe you should sleep on it. I know I slept on something very interesting today.”

“What does that mean?”

“Let’s just say that Adrien’s sweatshirt pocket was rather cozy.”

“I don’t understand.”

The tiny red being shook her head. “Just look in the pocket.”

Marinette shoved her hands into the front pocket. (Because she did not want to wake-up her sleeping Kwmai, this was something that she avoided doing for most of the day.) Her hand brushed against what felt like an index card. She pinched it between her fingers and pulled it out.

She gasped upon seeing the words written on the card.

“My dearest, Marinette...I fell in love with you the day I met you. I truly believed that my heart only had room for Ladybug. Then, I became friends with my sweet, caring classmate who sat behind me, and slowly I found myself loving her, as well. Falling for Ladybug was like being swept away by a crashing wave. However, falling for Marinette was like following a stream in the woods, only to find out that it leads to a mighty river. Both sensations are different, but they are equally as powerful. Imagine my surprise when I learned that the two girls who took up all the space in my heart turned out to be the same person. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you this sooner, but my words have failed me over the past few weeks. I love every part of you, Marinette. You have my whole heart, and you always will.”

Her hands trembled, and she felt tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. She felt like she was going to laugh, cry, and pass out all at the same time. The confusing swirl of emotions inside her brain were overwhelming.

“Tikki!” she said breathlessly, “what should I...he love...I can’t…what...I need...do...help?”

The Kwami flew up to her face and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “I know it’s a lot to take in, Marinette, but you should go talk to him. Adrien will help everything make sense again. This is your moment. You wanted a sign...here it is.”

“I...yes…okay.”

Marinette pulled out her phone and frantically texted Adrien. She did her best to keep her messages sounding vague. All she did was ask him if she could come to his room to talk, but when he texted back, her mouth went dry.

“Now is not the time for your speech to stop functioning. You’ve been doing so well. Don’t regress...it’s just Chat...it’s your kitty...you can win this battle. It’s all in your head. Let your words succeed...don’t let fear win. He loves you just as much as you love him.”

She took a deep breath, shoved the index card back into the pocket, marched to Adrien’s room, and knocked on the door. Marinette could feel the tears returning to her eyes as he opened the door. She did her best to blink them away, but the nervous energy in her gut rendered her efforts useless.

She toyed with the edge of the sweatshirt’s front pocket as she spoke. “I...I...there...I...can I some din? I MEAN...can I come in and sit down?”

Adrien’s brows knitted together. He placed a gentle hand on her back and guided her towards his bed.

Concern flooded his features. “Bug, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

She tried to speak, but the words got caught. Instead of trying again, she pulled out the notecard.

Adrien’s eyes grew wide. “I can explain.”

She didn’t let him. Marinette proceeded to read his declaration aloud. When she was finished, she looked at him with an earnest expression. However, he didn’t respond. The room became shrouded with a tense silence.

“Now’s your moment. Tell him...use your words!”

She gathered all of her courage and asked, “D-did you mean it?”

He nodded. “Every word.”

“Is this what you were trying to tell me on the bus?”

“Yes.”

Relief washed over her as Marinette pulled Adrien into a tight embrace. He hugged her back, and she melted into him.

Marinette finally found the right words to say. “I love you, too, kitty. I’ve loved you since the day you gave me your umbrella,” she whispered into his chest.

He pulled away from the embrace. “But...that’s the same day I fell in love with you.”

“I could barely function around you for years. Didn’t you ever wonder why?”

“You always denied liking me. I thought you just wanted to be my friend.”

“No. I’m just a spaz who couldn’t tell the boy she liked how she felt.”

“Well, I can’t really judge. Over the past few weeks, I’ve barely been able to talk to you. Every time I try to ask you out, my brain stops working.”

Everything inside her came to a screeching halt. “He never stopped loving me...he’s loved me all along. Why did I ever think that he wouldn’t be receptive to my feelings?”

“You want to ask me out?” she whispered.

He blushed (and it was adorable). “Umm...yes?”

“Oh, kitty…”

“Well, I guess there’s no going back now...Marinette, would you go on a date with me?”

“Only if you’ll kiss me.”

“That can definitely be arranged, my lady.”

He initiated the kiss, but the second his lips were on hers, she was lost in a sea of bliss. Marinette snaked her hands around his neck and toyed with the hair on the back of his head. When they pulled apart, she immediately found herself wanting more.

She grinned. “Do you think we could do that again?”

Adrien rested his forehead on hers. ”Will you go out with me?”

”Yes, Chaton.”

”Then yes, we can do it again. It's nice to know that I'll actually remember the kiss this time.”

”Shut up and kiss me.”

And to her satisfaction, he obliged.

BONUS SCENE:

“WELL! WELL! WELL!” Alya’s voice boomed, causing Marinette’s eyes to flick open, “What do we have here?”

Marinette attempted to sit up, but something was snaked around her waist. She looked down to see an arm draped over her body.

The events of the past few hours came rushing back to her sleep-addled brain. “We must have fallen asleep.”

“Oh, hey, Alya,” she croaked, noticing the phone in her best friend’s hand.

“That’s it? That’s all I get?”

“Ummm...no?”

“Hey,” Adrien sat up and rubbed his eyes, “what’s going on?”

Marinette turned around and touched his cheek. “We fell asleep, and now our best friends are here to interrogate us. I’m pretty sure we’re being filmed, too.”

“Oh, is that so? How about we give them a show then?” He pulled Marinette close and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

She giggled. “Stop...they’re going to use this footage against us one day!”

He looked up at Alya. “Can I at least get a copy?”

“No can do, Mr. Model. I’m saving this for your wedding.” She flashed him a toothy grin.

Adrien turned to his best friend. “Et tu, Nino?”

The Dj held up his hands in surrender. “I’m on her side, bro.”

Marinette removed Adrien’s hands from her waist and got up from the bed. “Alright, everyone. I think it’s time for bed now.”

Adrien pouted and stood up. “But we still have an hour before curfew.”

She pulled him into a hug. “I’m very tired, and Alya needs time to grill me before I pass out. We’ll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow on the bus and on our date.”

“Date?”

“You asked me out, right? Or did you want to take that back?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

She leaned in so their noses were touching. “Goodnight, Adrien.”

He gave her another peck on the lips. “Goodnight, Marinette.”

She gave Adrien a little wave as she left the room with Alya.

Once they were back in their room Alya turned to her and put her hands on her hips. “Will you finally tell me what’s going on between the two of you? And don’t tell me that was you being his ‘friend’. Friendship does not look like that.”

Marinette paused to think of a way to tell Alya her story without giving away her secret identity. She then smiled and sat down on the bed. “Yes, but let me start at the beginning. Sit down because this might take a while.”

AO3

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