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writersblog20 · 3 years

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Never alone

Tom Hiddleston x reader

Not my picture. Credits to the maker! Summary: the last two weeks has been very hard for you. You’re feeling depressed but just don’t know why. But luckily Tom’s there for you to help you go through it.

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attack but big fluff ( obviously)

Words: 2K

Never alone

You strolled through the rainy streets of London to your shared house with your boyfriend Tom, who was currently filming for the Loki series season 2. He’s been away for a while now and even though you missed him like hell, you were doing okay, you were fine, and all of a sudden you were not. You couldn’t pinpoint why or what it exactly was. The only thing was sure, is that you felt like shit. Tom could read you like an open book. Even though you tried to act okay because you didn’t want to worry him while he was filming, he knew. He knew you weren’t feeling like yourself.

Tonight you would videocall with Tom but all you wanted to do was cry and curl up in bed to just forget the world. You texted Tom, in the afternoon, that you were really tired and just go straight to bed, when you got home, but that it wasn’t something for him to worry about. He had read your text but didn’t respond, which made you actually more depressed and doubtful about everything including your relationship.

You came home and put on all the lights and petted Bobby, who never left your side since the moment you felt like shit. You knew you had to eat something but you just couldn’t stomach it. so instead you put some soft music on and got ready for a hot bath. You tried to relax but you were way to anxious to actually get some rest, so you got out not even after 15 minutes. You tried everything but panic, depression and anxiety took over and it felt like it was the worst day yet. Maybe you should call Tom and tell him about it, you thought to yourself.

You pressed the call button and waited for Tom to answer, but that never happened. You frowned and tears filled your eyes. It was not like he was filming right now because you two would call at this moment. Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to you, you thought in your mind.

You started to pace around the room, not even hearing the music anymore. Your breath became rapid and you knew it was a panic attack. You sank down with your back against the heather. Your kneels pulled up against your chest , while you tried to hug yourself. And that was the moment when everything just became too much. You started to sob and cry like your life depended on it. Bobby took a seat in your lap and rested his head on your shoulder to give you somehow more comfort. You softly wrapped your arms around the dog and nuzzled your nose into his soft fur.

You were crying so much that you didn’t notice the door opening. Normally Bobby would get up and great the person who would walk through the door, which was in this case Tom. But he stayed with you curling up more against you. Tom’s heart sank when he saw you like this. He knew something was off because you were distant. “Love?” Tom asked softly not wanting to startle you, but he got no response so he walked up to you carefully and crouched down to you, softly touching your knees.

You got startled and looked up to the person who touched you with red puffy eyes. “Tom?” you asked as another pool of tears formed in your eyes. He smiled sympathetically at you. “I got it from here buddy, good job.” He told Bobby and he got out of your lap only to sit right next to you which made Tom smile a little at the little protector. Once Bobby was off of you, you quickly wrapped your arms around Tom as if your life depended on it. He held you tightly while you took a place in his lap on the ground clinging onto him. Tom rocked you softly back and forth while his hand went over your hair. “I’m here now darling, I got you. Your safe now. I got you” He repeated.

He sat with you as long as necessarily and whispered comforting words in your ear while giving kisses on the top of your head. Once you calmed down a bit Tom asked “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours my love?” your glazy eyes met his and you purely saw love in his pool blue comforting eyes. “I don’t even know. One day I was fine and the next I was not and I just don’t know.” he nodded “Why didn’t you tell me, love. You know I’ll always be there for you. You can tell me everything, you know that right?” you nodded and looked down with tears slipping out again. He placed his finger underneath your chin so you would look at him. His finger got a piece of hear out of the way while his palms found your cheeks. His thumb softly brushing away the tears.

“Because I don’t even know why I’m feeling so down and I didn’t want you to worry about it because I don’t know why I’m feeling this.” he nodded and shushed you when he noticed you got worked up again. “I tried relaxing and stuff but it doesn’t work.” You said softly. He nodded again and was thinking of a way to make you feel a little better even if it was just for a minute.

“why don’t we go to town and go sightseeing? You can take your camera and afterwards we get some snacks. How does that sound? I think it’s nice to get out of the house for a minute.” he looked at you hopefully and with a soft smile. You nodded. “You can even photograph me if you’d like” he chuckled a little. Tom loved to take pictures with you but sometimes felt uncomfortable with getting photographed even though he had done it a thousand times.

You got a little smile on your face and softly giggled, which made him smile. He softly kissed your nose, still cupping your cheeks, and after that his lips found yours. It was softly and full of love but it got more passionate from your side. You pressed your body closer to his and he his grip was tight around you. You went with your hand through his hair while you felt his tongue slip in. after a while you pulled back. “I’ve missed you so much.” You said while you rested your head on his shoulder and held him tightly. “I’ve missed you too darling, so much.” He gave you a kiss in your neck.

“Now let’s get your stuff and let’s take a walk.” You nodded and he helped you get up. “Wait, but what are you doing home? I thought you came back in two weeks.” He smiled at you and softly rubbed your cheek. “I know something was up and I wanted to check on you. I have to get back in 3 days but we’re still on schedule. So I’ll still be back in two weeks.” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. You kissed him on his lips. No words were needed how grateful you were and Tom knew.

You got your camera and purse and walked hand in hand with Tom towards the Big Ben. He the umbrella above the both of you. You started to feel better. Not only because you were out but mostly because Tom was with you. You took photo’s here and there and of course of Tom but only when he didn’t notice. You really did a sightseeing tour with Tom in the late rainy evening, and it felt like you could finally breath again. You knew the feeling wasn’t completely gone but it was a start and it was nice to get out like this.

After two hours of strolling you found a little restaurant like you would find from the 80’s. It really was a retro restaurant. Mostly pink and other pastel colors that glazed the restaurant. “Let’s get something to eat” Tom said and you nodded. You walked inside and you immediately knew this was going to be your favorite place to eat at.

You sat down in a booth and looked at the menu card. There were those big milkshakes that you would see in movies with the cherry on top. While you scanned the menu with a smile on your face, Tom looked up from the menu. Smiling at how beautiful you are. The neon light illuminating your face and that perfect smile that he fell in love with and every time when he saw it. You ordered a milkshake and pancakes, while Tom got fries with a burger.

They came back with the food and it was absolutely lovely. You shared the milkshake with Tom. He got one straw and you the other, giggling at how romantic and cheesy at actually was but you loved every minute of it. After you both finished Tom took you to your favorite snack store. You know the one where there’s only candy and snacks including a lot of stuff from other countries. You got everything you wanted and strolled back home with Tom.

“Thank you Tom, this really helped and I’m so happy you’re here. I love you.” he squeezed your hand and smiled. “I’m happy I’m here with you too. I love you too so much, that I can’t even put it in words.” You turned around and faced Tom, wrapping your arms around the tall and handsome man, resting your cheek on his chest and inhaling the smell of fresh rain. You felt calm for the first time in a long, long time. He held you tightly and kissed the top of your head. “I’ll always be here no matter what. You’ll never be alone.” He whispered. You got out of the hug and took his hand again, walking back home.

Tom opened the door and you got inside, placing all the stuff in the kitchen. You shivered a little. “Let’s go change into something more comfy.” Tom said and placed his hand on your back, guiding you towards the bedroom. You got into some sweatpants and a sweater of Tom, who handed it to you with a smile.

You both plopped down on the couch and watched a comedy movie. Your legs over his while he softly massaged them. You got out your sketchbook and started doodling while watching the film. After a while you just wanted to cuddle so you did. Tom laid down so you could get comfy. Your back rested against his chest and he held you tightly while his head rested on the top of your head. You felt safe and comforted.

After a while you got into bed. He started reading a book of poems to you while you rested your head on his chest feeling the rumble of his soft comforting voice. When it was time to get some sleep you just stared at each other for a while. No words were needed you could see everything in each other’s eyes. you crawled towards him and just held him tightly, listening to his heartbeat, the rain that ticked loudly at the window and his soft breathing. It was all so calming. He kissed the top of your head multiple times and massaged your head. You were almost asleep, slowly drifting off, you heard Tom whisper. “I love you so much. I’ll never let you go darling.” You were too tired to respond so you just squeezed your arms which were tightly wrapped around him. you felt one long resting kiss on your head as you felt into a comforting peaceful sleep.

He waited for you to fall into a peaceful sleep before closed his own eyes with a smile on his face knowing that you were in his arms. Maybe not okay but it’s okay to not be okay. But he will make sure that you’ll never be alone when you’re not okay. It’s a promise that he will never break.

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darter-blue · 3 years

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And now for some stucky fluff...

Read it here on ao3

Or part one, two, three, four on tumblr

Bucky’s sense has left him. It left him somewhere back on the dance floor. Maybe even before then.

It’s entirely possible that in fact he’s never had any.

He spent too long talking at Steve about particles… about soulmates… about whatever it is that's happening between them. And by some miracle, Steve is still listening, still looking at Bucky like he’s interesting, like his words mean something. And Bucky needs to harness that. Needs to grab at it before it slips through his fingers.

So he quits his yapping. He grabs Steve and he pulls at him again, marvels at the complete lack of resistance there, at the way Steve just follows him. When he dares to look back over his shoulder, Steve is still there, still staring at Bucky as if he is something wondrous. Somehow not tripping, or faltering, despite not watching at all where he’s going and or paying any kind of attention to the people or the noise or the chaos of the casino around them.

Steve’s eyes are only for Bucky.

Even as Bucky pulls them through the garishly painted doors. Even as Bucky leads him into madness.

Bucky turns away from Steve to face forward, to push clear of the doors and let them swing closed behind them.

It’s much quieter in the chapel.

Bucky sweeps his eyes from right to left and takes in the pastel pink walls, the blue ribbons along the pews, the couple chatting at the top of the aisle. One dressed as Elvis - white jumpsuit and cape, big hair, sunglasses, guitar flung over one shoulder, not slim, but filling out that jumpsuit nicely all the same - the other wearing a hot pink t-shirt that reads ‘we will wed you’ in white lettering across the chest and a fifties retro polka dot skirt.

They both look up as Steve and Bucky enter.

‘He-ey,’ the man dressed as Elvis says, smile and eyes widening as he looks past Bucky and up and up to Steve, then back down and up again. One eyebrow raising in slight disbelief, no doubt, at the existence of such a perfect being.

Bucky can’t blame him.

‘Welcome, welcome!’ the woman in hot pink says, coming forward, arms outstretched, ‘hello boys!’

‘Hello,’ Bucky says, smiling at her exuberance, and her very excellent blond bee-hive up-do, and slows to a stop about halfway down the aisle.

‘Ma’am,’ Steve says, affability dripping from the buttery smooth tone in his voice, coming to a stop on Bucky’s right.

‘Oh, you two look like a match made in heaven!’ the woman says, stopping a few feet from them, she holds up her hands and makes a frame with her fingers, placing Bucky and Steve in it and looking through at them with one narrowed eye. ‘Oh yes. Beautiful, beautiful.’

‘Uh…’ Bucky starts, and falters. At a loss for exactly how to proceed.

He looks up at Steve and Steve looks down at him with an encouraging smile, slides an arm around Bucky’s waist and squeezes him closer.

‘We umm… do we have to make an appointment?’

‘You two?’ the woman says, eyeing them both up and down, ‘no appointments necessary, come come come.’ She spins around and starts heading towards Elvis, checking back to make sure Bucky and Steve are following her, ‘Come with me, I’m going to take care of everything.’

‘Okay,’ Bucky says, looking up and Steve and shrugging his shoulders.

Steve laughs and squeezes Bucky tighter, walking them down the aisle together. ‘How do you make everybody fall in love with you like this, Buck?’

‘Me?’ Bucky says, laughing and shaking his head at Steve. As if Steve has no idea of the kind of magnetism he’s exuding. The uncanny resemblance he has to a greek god.

‘Yes, definitely you,’ Steve says, ‘People are never this easy with me.’

‘I am,’ Bucky says truthfully. Everything about Steve screams home to Bucky. Screams safety and happiness. Bucky couldn’t be anything but easy with him.

‘Yes you are,’ Steve says softly. Squeezing Bucky again. He’s going to have to stop doing that, it's so warm, his arm is so strong, his hand is so big, Bucky feels encased by him. It’s dangerously addictive. Bucky wants to lean into it and let himself go.

But, actually, why can't he? This is a chapel, they are about to leap into the craziest decision Bucky has ever made in his life... So Bucky does lean into it. Lets his side press into Steve, lets them fit together like a solved puzzle.

‘Okay boys, we have some forms, we have some catalogues,’ the woman says, gesturing them into a room off to the side of the chapel, ‘I need you to put your decision making hats on, okay? We have about thirty minutes before the next couple comes in and I want to slot you right in, yes?’

‘Okay,’ Bucky and Steve say together, nodding their heads.

‘Good, good. So take a look over these, sign them, pick your rings and I’ll charge them all to your room. You’re staying in the casino right?’

‘Yes,’ Steve says, moving forward before Bucky can answer, ‘Charge it to my room, please.’

Steve starts pulling out his wallet, shows his identification and takes the pen the lady offers him, and Bucky watches with a sort of fascination, as Steve becomes completely in control.

‘Steve Rogers,’ the woman says with a smile Bucky doesn’t understand. Knowing, familiar. ‘I’m Mavis, it’s so lovely to meet you.’

‘And you,’ Steve says. He opens his arm out to Bucky to gesture him forward, and slides it around Bucky’s shoulder when he gets close enough. ‘This is Bucky.’

‘James Buchanan Barnes,’ Bucky says, holding out a hand for Mavis to shake, ‘pleasure to meet you, Mavis.’

‘Oh well you are just the sweetest thing,’ Mavis says with a chuckle, her cheeks blushing, ‘absolutely adorable.’ She pushes a catalogue towards Bucky, ‘Find your rings, darlin’ while Steve here fills out the paperwork. I just need some signatures from both of you and I’ll set up everything with Larry over there,’ she points to Elvis who waves back at them from the altar, ‘while you pop out and find yourselves a witness.’

‘Can’t you be our witness, Mavis?’ Bucky asks. He doesn’t want to unpack the kind of recklessness that it takes to be getting married in a seedy casino wedding chapel and needing to nab random strangers to be their witnesses.

‘Oh of course I will, darlin’ boy, but you need two. And Larry is the officiator, he can’t be a witness I’m afraid.’

‘It’s no problem,’ Steve says, looking up from the paperwork and handing Bucky the pen, ‘You sign these and pick out the rings, Buck, I’ll go grab somebody.’

‘Ahh... sure,’ Bucky takes the pen and watches as Steve takes off on a mission, ‘I’ll just… pick out my wedding ring from this plastic catalogue…’

‘Okay,’ Mavis says, bustling about in the small room and not watching Bucky at all, ‘Here are your complimentary t-shirts,’ she pulls some material from a storage box under the counter, ‘here is your album,’ Mavis plonks a hot pink vinyl photo album right next to Bucky’s ring catalogue, ’and here’s your notepad.’

‘Notepad?’ Bucky looks at Mavis and then down at the small notepad, blue and pink and with a vegas sign as a watermark in the background.

‘You might want to jot some quick vows down, honey.’

‘Oh.’

It occurs to Bucky, as he looks down at his coloured notepad, at the ring catalogue on laminated sheets of pink paper, at the t-shirts Mavis has put down for them on the counter, that this is perhaps a terrible mistake.

And then he looks a little closer at one of the rings on the last page… plain white gold (plated, he’s guessing) flat bands with an inscription on the inside that reads, ‘For we are but two halves, together whole’ and wonders if in fact it's the opposite of a mistake.

What if this is fate?

‘Bucky, I found somebody,’ Steve comes tearing back into the chapel followed by a dazed looking man, wide eyed and smiling, looking up at Steve as if he just met the messiah. ‘This is Scott.’

‘Hi Scott,’ Bucky says, dragging the man’s attention away from Steve, ‘thank you so much for doing this.’

‘Are you kidding?’ Scott says, beaming back up at Steve, ‘for this guy? Anything.’

He looks starstruck - Bucky can totally understand where he’s coming from.

Scott is absolutely bouncing on the balls of his feet, ‘You are a lucky guy, Bucky.’

Bucky looks at Steve, who is looking worriedly between Scott and Bucky, reminding Bucky momentarily of a confused puppy, and has to wholeheartedly agree.

‘You still sure about this, Buck?’ Steve asks, puppy dog eyes kicking into full gear.

Bucky can’t help but smile. ‘I um… found these I sort of like,’ Bucky says in lieu of an answer, pointing to the picture of the rings on the laminated page, ‘what do you think?’

Steve looks down at them, at the inscription decsribed underneath the picture and looks back up at Bucky with the softest, sweetest smile. ‘They look perfect.’

‘Yeah? You think so?’

‘I do.’

And Bucky’s heart melts. He feels the warmth of it spread right through his chest.

‘Perfect!’ Mavis cries, swooping in to grab the catalogue and disappear into the chapel, yelling back ‘get yourselves to the altar boys!’

‘I guess we ah… head out there?’ Bucky gestures over his shoulder with his thumb, to the altar, ‘let me just um…’ he jots down a few lines and then rips the page off and hands the notepad to Steve, ‘for your vows.’

‘Ahh…’ Steve looks adorably terrified at the notepad Bucky has just handed him and looks over at Scott who is smiling at both of them now.

‘You guys look good together,’ Scott says, grabbing them both around their biceps and pushing them together, ‘this is really special. Thanks for letting me be a part of this, Cap.’

‘You’re welcome,’ Steve says, calm but bemused as Scott’s hands keep squeezing.

Bucky looks up at Steve and then back at Scott who almost seems to be tearing up.

‘You guys know each other?’

‘I wish,’ Scott says, shaking his head with a laugh, ‘what a dream this night has turned out to be.’

And Bucky can’t help but laugh. It’s just crazy enough to be perfect for this evening. ‘For you and me both,’ Bucky says. And Scott squeezes his arm a little tighter. ‘We even have this t-shirt for you.’

Scott takes the t-shirt Bucky offers him reverently. ‘Viva las witness,’ he says with awe. ‘This is amazing.’

‘And for you, sir,’ Bucky says, handing one to Steve.

‘Thank you, Buck’ Steve says, standing back from them both to pull off the button down he’s wearing.

Bucky can’t stop the gasp that escapes as Steve’s shirt slides down his arms to reveal the wide expanse of chiseled porcelain perfection underneath.

Steve smiles at Bucky’s no doubt slack jawed expression but Bucky can’t look away. It’s… a lot. IKt’s more muscle than Bucky has ever seen on a real live person. Toned and smooth and carved out of marble.

What is Bucky getting himself into?

Steve is pulling the pink ‘groom’ shirt over his chest and down over his washboard abs and Bucky has to hold his hand back from reaching out to touch him, to slip his fingers under the soft material of the t-shirt.

‘Your turn, Buck,’ Steve says, staring at Bucky with one eyebrow raised, handing him the blue shirt.

‘Uh-uh.’ Bucky shakes his head. 'Nope, not after that,' he waves his hand in the direction of Steve's chest, 'no thank you.'

'Buck?'

'I don't look anything like that.'

'Nobody looks anything like that,' Scott says, his eyebrows still at his hairline.

'Scott, could you give us five minutes?'

'Yeah, I'll just…' Scott backs out of the room and towards the altar, 'let me choose you some music. Be right back.'

'Bucky,' Steve steps closer as Scott disappears, 'you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with.'

Bucky lets him closer, but doesn't move.

'But this,' Steve puts his hands to his giant pecs, nearly breaking through the t-shirt, 'this is not what makes me, me.'

'I know,' Bucky tucks his hair behind his ear, nodding his head 'I know that.' He does know that. But it’s hard to not be intimidated by his perfection.

'And as beautiful as you are,' Steve says, reaching out to take Bucky's hand and hold it, put it up against Bucky’s chest, 'this isn't what makes you, you.' Steve presses the finger of his free hand against Bucky’s forehead. 'This is, Buck. This is you, yes?'

'Yes.' And it’s true. He forgets that sometimes but it’s true.

'And it's amazing, you're amazing.'

'I am?' Is he? Bucky doesn’t feel amazing. He feels like he’s just scraping by most of the time.

'You are.'

Steve is looking down at him with so much affection, Bucky knows it’s not a line. It’s what Steve really thinks.

'You are too,' Bucky lifts his own free hand to touch Steve's forehead, 'you're so lovely.'

Steve leans in as Bucky traces his hand down to his cheek and rests his forehead against Bucky's. 'You don't have to wear the t-shirt, Bucky,' Steve says softly, running his hand through Bucky’s hair, 'You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do.'

Steve's hands on him are like a balm. They radiate care and calm, and they speak Steve's truth.

Bucky’s insecurity washes away. He wants to be part of this. He wants to be all in. 'I do want to wear the t-shirt,' Bucky whispers, 'It's cute.'

Steve laughs and almost snorts. 'It's perfect for you.' Steve nods. 'Want me to give you some privacy?'

'No,’ Bucky doesn’t want Steve to go anywhere. ‘No I want you to help me.’

Bucky takes Steve’s hands in his own and places them gently at the hem of his t-shirt - faded and worn and washed too many times, all the more comfortable because of it.

Steve slides his hands up under the hem and over the bare skin above Bucky’s waistband, dragging the tips of his fingers across Bucky’s stomach. Bucky breaths in a sharp gasp of air as Steve’s thumb runs over his hip bone.

‘Gorgeous,’ Steve sighs the word, his breath on Bucky’s lips, he’s so close.

Bucky lifts his arms to let Steve run his fingers up further, taking the material of the shirt with him and lifting it slowly over Bucky’s head. He runs his hands back down Bucky’s chest, fingertips burning into Bucky’s skin, charged and electric.

They slow at Bucky’s stomach, sliding around the smooth, slightly rounded softness of Bucky’s waist to settle on his hips, rubbing circles over the bone with his thumbs.

‘Beautiful,’ Steve whispers, ‘you’re perfect, Bucky.’

‘Thank you,’ Bucky whispers back. Not because Steve has said it, but because he’s made Bucky believe it.

Steve’s nuzzles closer, reaching up to kiss his lips against Bucky’s forehead, Bucky settles his hands on Steve’s chest, up to Steve’s shoulders and around his neck-

‘Showtime boys!’ Mavis says, bursting into the room and then throwing a hand over her eyes as Steve and Bucky jump apart, ‘Oops! Sorry, but you need to get your sweet little butts out there, we’re running out of time.’

‘Yep, sorry, sorry,’ Bucky grabs for the blue t-shirt, ‘Elvis said we do’ plastered across the front in bright pink lettering, ‘coming right out.’

‘Better late than never,’ Mavis says with a wink to Steve and Bucky laughs at the blush that creeps into his cheeks.

‘Shit,’ Steve writes quickly in the notepad as they both hustle out to the altar, Scott off to the side pairing his phone with the sound system as ‘Fools rush in’ starts up over the speakers and Larry-Elvis smiles down at them as they move into position on either side of where he stands a step above them.

Steve tucks the notepad into his pocket and shuffles his feet. Bucky stands straight and reaches for his hands, pulls them into the space between them, holds them there, safe between Bucky’s own.

‘Welcome folks,’ Larry-Elvis drawls, ‘We’re gonna keep this short and sweet, I as a certified official in the state of Nevada, do preside over these two young men, to bring them together in holy matrimony-’

Steve catches Bucky’s eye and bites his lip. Bucky can only look back and try and keep from vibrating out of his skin.

‘-James Buchanan Barnes, did you have some words for Steve,’

‘Ah, yep…’ Bucky says, grabbing the torn out page from the pocket of his jeans, ‘Ah, Steven-’

‘-Grant,’ Steve says quietly.

‘Steven Grant Rogers, somehow it feels like I’ve known you forever. Somehow I feel like tonight I have met the kindest, most wonderful man in the world.’

‘It’s so true,’ Scott says quietly from behind them, and it makes Bucky smile.

‘Whatever brought us together, whatever force has drawn us to each other… It feels like fate, Steve. I think maybe you’re my person.’

Steve is nodding, smiling, he squeezes Bucky’s fingers.

‘And Steve?’ Larry-Elvis asks, ‘did you have words too, son?’

‘Yeah I…’ Steve doesn’t reach for his notepad, he looks at Bucky and squares his shoulders, lifts his chin, ‘James Buchanan Barnes, my heart knows you. However our particles have danced together through time, I found you here and now, and I’m going to hold on for as long as I can-’

‘Oh, god,’ Scott sobs behind them.

‘-I think you’re right about fate, Buck, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life, just being a part of yours.’

‘Beautiful!’ Mavis cries, running over with the rings, ‘Rings boys, time to wrap it up.’

Bucky has to smile at the chaos, at Steve’s face as he bites his cheek and tries not to laugh. He checks back at Scott to see him taking video of the ceremony and hopes that he can watch this in the morning, sober, and remember how light his heart is right now.

‘That was beautiful, Steve-Steve Rogers,’ Bucky says leaning in to whisper.

‘You’re beautiful,’ Steve says back and they smile at each other like idiots as Mavis hands them their rings and the song fades out on Elvis singing about falling in love. It couldn’t be more perfect.

‘You may kiss the groom, fellas,’ Larry says with a sweeping hand, ‘I now pronounce you husband and husband.’

And all of the noise fades away around them as Steve steps in, brings their joined hands up to their chests and reaches down to rest his lips against Bucky’s.

‘May I?’ he whispers against Bucky’s mouth.

‘Fuck yes,’ Bucky whispers back, and Steve laughs as he closes that last tiny distance, presses his warm lips softly to Bucky’s and opens them just enough to fit their mouths together.

The tenderness of it has Bucky in freefall.

He sighs into the taste of Steve’s lips, the luscious sweep of them against Bucky’s, and Steve has to let go of Bucky’s hands to reach around and grab him, take Bucky’s weight where he has dropped into Steve’s hold, pressing deeper into the kiss as he does, opening wider to it, gently nudging his tongue against Bucky’s and Bucky pushes back, licks softly into Steve’s mouth, sucks at the plumpness of his bottom lip, reaches his hands up around Steve’s neck and holds on.

The bang of the confetti canon has Steve snapping back up to standing, pulling Bucky with him and wrapping his arms around him, as if to shield him. Looking up and then back at Bucky as the coloured paper rains down on them.

Bucky can't help huffing a happy laugh at his husband. His husband.

‘Congratulations!’ Mavis and Larry-Elvis and Scott all cry from around them, but Bucky’s world is all and only Steve right now. The crystal clear blue of his eyes, the rose of his cheeks, the sharp nose and pink lips, and the look of absolute adoration on his face.

‘Wanna get out of here?’ Bucky asks.

Steve smiles even wider, ducks his head to kiss Bucky again, slow and soft and sweet and whispers into Bucky’s mouth, ‘I do.’

It’s perfect.

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comicnerd557 · 3 years

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Stray Kids as Teachers!!

Bang Chan

Definitely the music teacher

Type of teacher that is super caring

Anyone can talk to him about anything

Offers life advice

Mostly good, sometimes joking

“Pay your taxes and don’t drink and drive.”

Finger guns

Tries to use young people slang

Fails even though he himself is super young

Keeps pictures of his dog on his desk at all times

“Mr.Bang, who’s that?” Points at picture of Barry

He then goes into Barry’s life story, slowly gaining an audience of other students

Every kid has a crush on him

It’s a rite of passage at this point

“Have you seen his ass?” “Duh, who hasn’t?”

Lee Know

The tired art teacher

Has sass battles with his students

Winner gets some candy

He almost always gets the candy

Plays movies once a week

Thinks everyone deserves to relax

Super chill with what students want to create

After all, art is personal

Not at all harsh with grading

Sneaks his cats into the school sometimes

Gets caught, claims they’re there to be models

Almost always has music playing

Students go to him when they need someone to vent to

Gives somewhat violent advice so.... Don’t take it

Everyone wonders when he’ll get with Mr.Han

There’s bets going

Even staff are in on it

Mr.Bang started the bets

Seo Changbin

Everyone’s favorite gym teacher

Specializes his class for students' needs

For example, the asthmatic doesn’t have to run laps, instead, they do some weight lifting

Stresses the importance of warmups and cool downs

Thursdays are pool days

Everyone worships Thursday, as shirtless Mr.Seo is quite the sight

Fridays are fun days

Students pick whatever they want to do that day

Even group nap time has been approved once or twice

He is the best spotter

Have you seen his arms?

Can be frequently found bothering Mr.Kim

Always wearing a tank top. Always

If students aren’t feeling well, he lets them take a nap in his office

Has a special cot with soft blankets and pillows he bought himself

Does not tolerate students making fun of their peers

Has the record for the most detentions given in one day

The class ganged up one on kid who wasn’t good at the sport, so they all got detention

The kid got a free soda of their choice

Hwang Hyunjin

Drama instructor

Specializes in helping students put emotion into their lines

Musicals are his favorite

He makes the Choreo himself

Kind of strict about it ngl

Still understanding somewhat

Just... Not as much as he could be

Basically a mom to his drama kids

Gets told all the tea

The Gretchen Weiners of the staff

He knows whats happening with literally every student

Has shown up hungover a few times, just lets the student directors take charge

Will fight for the theatre department to get more funding

Makes some of the costumes himself

Talented boi

Tries to modernize everything

“Listen, I know Hamilton takes place in the boring times, but Jefferson needs some shades.”

KING of improve

Actually an amazing actor

Blows everyone's minds

Like, yeah, he’s goofy and hot, and he LOVES spilling the tea, but holy shit can he do Shakespeare

Leaves the school at exactly 3:30 PM, unless there’s practice

Has stayed till 11:30 PM once

His students worship him, trust me

Han Jisung

The cheery Kindergarten teacher whos energy rivals the kids

His classroom is an explosion of color

Loves his kiddos

Is great at calming upset little ones

Works incredibly hard

Every other teacher thinks his classroom is a total mess

Blocks everywhere, paints on every table, and nap time mats still out

If you look closely, he does have a system

Only pink paint on this table

The mats are in a specific corner

The blocks are for the kids to make words whenever they understand how to spell something

Big fan of the reward system

Has had many kids call him Dad before

Parents love him so much

Their kids come home rambling about their teacher who taught them the alphabet and they can count to five now!

His kids are pretty much little geniuses

Gets sick so often since he works with little kids

Makes sure his sub is fun

Also make sure the sub isn’t as fun as him so the kids still like him best

Found in Mr.Lee’s art room… way too much

Lee Felix

The school’s therapist

His room is the definition of Happy Yet Zen

Light yellows, pinks, and blues fill the room

Basically a pillow fort

Has a scent diffuser and let’s the student pick the essential oil

Walks around school with a happy smile always

We know he’s Stay’s sunshine, but he’s now the students

Has a wall of cheesy jokes for students who just need something to make them laugh

Let’s students show him their special interests with no complaints

Gets into almost all of them himself, just to bond with the kids

If the kids just need somewhere to calm down, his room is almost always open

Need a twenty minute nap? He’ll put on some calming sounds and supply the pillows and blankets

The type of teacher who gives gifts to his senior students when they graduate

Always ready to show students music he thinks will help them

The other teachers love him because he brings baked goods once a week

Doesn’t care if students swear in front of him

Kim Seungmin

Middle school English teacher

Students are lowkey scared of him

But they still enjoy him alot

He frequently roasts students and other teachers alike

“Mr.Bang said he’s the best producer? Next person to have his class, tell him to check his ego.”

His favorite time is independent reading time

Mainly cause the kids know to be quite

Heaven forbid someone interrupt his reading

Every time they finish a book, the movie is played

It’s a nice break for everyone

It’s also a break for him

It’s tiring being that sassy all the time

Pretty strict grader when it comes to essays

Only because he goes over what to do super thoroughly and even a baby could do it truly

You think he wants to grade a 7 page paper? No

4 Pages maximum

Definitely has favorites

Tries his best not to show it

Everyone knows

Loves the quiet kids in the back who love reading

Reminds him of himself at that age

Ya know, a whole 5 years ago

Mr.Seo shows up in his classroom all the time, just to mess with him

The kids love it

Yang Jeongin

The other kindergarten teacher

The admins of the school put the quieter, more nervous kids into his room

Jeongin has a very gentle personality when it comes to kids

The shy ones tend to flock to him

His classroom closely resembles a herd of sheep

Just a bunch of baby sheep hiding behind protective mama sheep

Super calm, but someone messes with his kids?

He’ll fuck you up homie

While Mr.Han’s classroom is an explosion of bright colors, Mr.Yang’s is more pastels

Parents are amazed as their kids slowly open up

Seriously, sudden their super shy kiddo has like, five other super shy friends and won’t stop rambling about their cool teacher

Prefers a quieter way of teaching, unlike Jisung

Gentle nursery rhymes, soft blankets, no dance parties

Even though him and Mr.Han are polar opposites, they’re best friends

He calms the excitable teacher, and Han brings out his energy

It’s always funny watching the two classes interact

It’s like watching a sheep and fucking golden retriever interact

When the two classes go to gym?

Mr.Seo is in for a treat

One side of the class is screaming like madmen while running around, their teacher joining them

The other is calmly waiting for instructions on the line

Not that Mr.Han’s class is badly behaved, just… energetic

Mr.Yang just chills in the back of the gym, working on some lesson plans while his kids get their limited energy out

Nap times are the best

He sometimes joins in, but shhh, don’t tell the other teachers

Only Chris knows, and has a million photos of Mr.Yang napping at his desk while his students sleep soundly

#Stray kids au #Stray Kids #Stray kids fluff #OT8 #SKZ #Stay

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sideblogformindtrash · 3 years

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What happens when Blues hair starts to grow out at Orfeus????

CW: Some references & discussion of no-con; non-sexual nudity; implied past abuse/cuts/knifes; self-hatred & body-negativity?; Dehumanization; it as a pronoun.

…Blue crawled up to the mirror.

It’s, it’s hair was growing. That was bad, bad, bad. It wasn’t Blue It was brown and brown was wrong for Blue. And the tips, the blue tips were turning yellowish as the color faded. Master hadn’t, hadn’t said anything about it, and that was wrong. So wrong.

Blue didn’t like Master. Didn’t want to ask him for anything. He was scary and he wasn’t Warren. Warren let it go on the tub and, and gave him warm water and carefully washed Blue’s hair.

Master Orfeu never helped Blue with showers or bath, but he did let Blue use nice warm water too, and, and towels… So… Blue had to admit at least Master was being nice on this.

But still… it felt humiliated for having to ask for this. The other Masters all made a point of always tending to Blue’s hair, it, it never had to beg for it. It hugged Bonnie. Bonnie was always lilac, and her fur never lost color. Blue wishes it was like that too.

…It meekly went to Master, and laid its head on Master’s knees to call for attention, its best puppy eyes. Master smiled, putting the book down and looking at the pet.

“Hey Blue… what is it?”

“…B-b-blue’s hair is growing Master…” It said, shaking its head a bit so it would flow “It’s… It’s fading… Blue’s color…”

…Master put his hands on Blue’s hair, caressing it. Felt, felt nice. But Blue didn’t want to like it, It didn’t want to like Master Orfeu because Master stole it from Warren. Bonnie… Bonnie liked this Master. She liked more than she liked Master Warren. Blue had to disagree, but… But the touch felt nice… It got the ear scratch and melted.

“I see. You want to color it again?” Master asks, as if, if it wasn’t obvious “…You don’t have to, you know? You can let it grow brown, or… Or change it to a different color if you’d like”

“…Blue’s hair is blue” it says, frowning at the thought Master would even consider changing the color “…Blue has this name because Blue’s hair is blue. F-f-first Master’s other pet p-pets were R-red with red hair, Pink with pink hair and Purple with purple hair and, and Pastel with pastel hair.”

“You are free to change that now. And you would still be yourself” Master said. It didn’t make sense, Blue whined “...But it’s also okay if you want blue. I just need to buy the paint”

Blue nodded.

“T-t-t-thank you Master. Blue. Please. Blue”

“Alright. I’ll get some later, alright?” Master bit its lips, those scary pointy teeth digging in his lip “You need help painting it?”

“Y-y-yes s-s-sorry… its, its us-useless…”

“No, no. It’s a hard thing to do alone anyway. I’ll help you.”

“Blue nodded again, letting its head linger on Master’s knee for a bit, before retreating to a corner where it could hide.

“…Alright. Sit here okay?” Master pointed at a chair he had brought to the bathroom “I’ll cut your hair a bit first… Are you sure you don’t want to change it?”

“n-n-no. Blue” it said, while taking a sit. It cradled its hands near its chest. The scissors first… It didn’t like the scissors. They cut cut and were scary. And so close to its face…. Blue sobbed. Before Master had even started it was already sobbing.

“Darling… It’s okay… We don’t have to-“

“Please. C—cut has to be, be the, the same” Blue spits, keeping its eyes shut, trembling like a leaf “Please Master please. It, will, will h-h-old still. Please”

…He feels as Master pulls its hair back and the scissors onto it. It’s only the tips, it’s only the hair. No face cuts, no cuts at all, no pain. Only hair. Blue tries to remind, hair that is ugly and broken and that had no color. It’s okay I its cut, doesn’t hurt, makes it better.

It takes a deep breath when it’s over. The next part itches and feels awkward, but it takes away that brown color that does not belong to Blue, and does not need any more sharp objects. Afterwards, needs to clean it.

…Blue realized Master hadn’t seen Blue naked yet. Master hadn’t touched Blue yet. It wondered if it would do it now, like Master Warren did after showers. He, he helped Blue out of its clothes and… And stared for a second, his face… Glimpsed with the same rage he had when Blue found Master watching, watching the videos. It faded quickly, but Blue turned away, cheeks burning in shame.

“S-s-sorry… It, it is disgusting-“

“No” Master said, firmly, rage either gone or hidden, as he cupped its face, rubbing a thumb over it “You have nothing to apologize for. And you have nothing to be ashamed of. I promise.”

“…Sorry” it repeated, chest hurting. It didn’t like when the chest hurt, it was hard to breathe “Sorry”

“…It’s okay. Please”

…Blue stared away. Master turned the water on and let Blue clean its hair from the color remover. Now it was more or less all blonde again, some parts greener and some bluish.

…It felt better when Master helped it apply the tint, going carefully through each lock of hair. Blue, deep, dark and calming blue. Its blue color, its blue name. It watched as the colorful water spun around it and into the drain. Now it could relax a bit, the, the hair was fixed. Its eyes closed, and it felt the warmth and the soft hands on its hair.

“B-b-blue” it whispered to itself, holding its knees under the shower.

Master Orfeu helped it back on its feet afterwards, putting a towel around its shoulders and using another one to dry its hair. He was put back on the chair and Master ran a fine comb through it, as it held the towel tight. Looked good now. Looked blue…. A little less disgusting than everything else about it.

“There we go. Now let’s just get you dressed up again” Master said, putting the comb down. Blue followed Master into the bedroom, wrapped on the towels. It sat on the bad and got Bonnie into a hug.

“D-d-d-ressed?” Bue lifted is eyes a bit. Master nodded “…M-m-m-aster w-w-won’t, d-d-oesn’t w—want to, to, hmm, to touch it, it-“

“No” Master said immediately, a firm tone.

“…Is B-Blue too disgusting?” It looked away, pulling its knees into a hug. Blue doesn’t like when, when its touched but, but this meant Master Warren was right. Master W-w-arren said it, it meant it was loved, and, he was the only one who could want and love something so scarred and grotesque like Blue. Blue should have been grateful for Master Warren’s touches, i-it s-s-shouldn’t have tried t-to avoid it… even when they were scary. It, it didn’t matter anymore, B-b-blue didn’t have Master Warren now a-a-and n-no one else l-loved it “It, it is too disgusting for Master Orfeu. No, no, too, t-oo disgusting f-f-for a-anyone…”

…Master Orfeu helped it dress a shirt, then sat on the bed by his side and cupped its face again, pulling the still wet hair out of it.

“Blue. Look at me okay? This is very serious. So please, listen” Blue tried to face those green dolly eyes, serious… “You are not disgusting and I don’t want you to think otherwise. There is nothing bad about you. I won’t do it because that would hurt you, and I don’t want you hurt”

“N—n-not… if, if M-m-master’s careful” Blue said, trembling, blinking tears away.

“I don’t mean just your body. Some pains aren’t physical” Master scratches behind its ear “…Some, we don’t even realize until a long time passes”

“n-n-hm” it doesn’t even know what to say, just hugs Bonnie tighter “T-t-t-thank you M-m-m-master?”

Master smiles.

“Would you like some hot chocolate? For you and Bonnie”

“A-ah… yes, please?” It looks, still uncertain, but, it, it likes chocolate. Bonnie likes this Master. Blue is starting to like him a bit too.

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wlwdarlingcharming · 3 years

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Idea, Darling wants to cut her hair short so badly, but Angelique forbids it and punishes her for even mentioning trimming her hair. Fed up with this Darling shaves her head one year in a fit of exhaustion and rage. Daring and Dexter go home for the holidays early just to ensure their parents don't flip and Darling dreads making it home. When she does get home Daring's Bald and Dexter dyed his hair bright green. All three of them are in trouble but its less so because all three of them did it and Darling is so happy having a short cut. Once it reaches a length she enjoys (more like jaw length), Dexter helps trim it and they claim her hair takes forever to grow back.

YES. YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS.

i imagine that dexter has some experience with hair dyeing because of raven (and also piercing because raven can’t paint her nails AND pierce her nose) so he volunteers to help dye/cut her hair. daring also has some experience with dyeing hair because rosabella and briar don’t have natural hot pink and red highlights.

when they all come home, angelique is very excited to take pictures of her matching children (i imagine amgelique to be a lot like amity’s mom from the owl house). so you can imagine the sheer anger that she felt from seeing darling with jaw length pastel blue hair, daring with a buzzcut (BECAUSE THOSE HAIRCUTS ARE SO HOT AND I WILL STAND BY THAT) and dexter with bright green hair. dashing has to hold her back yet again from murdering her children. at dinner, she asks them which one of their delinquent friends convinced them to ‘do it’. she assumes it’s raven because “she’s always attracted trouble”, and that’s when darling tells her it was her idea. she was sick of being part of a matched set and that she had to be a perfect princess all the time. daring tells angelique that him and dexter did it out of support for darling because fuck angelique for thinking they all have special roles they have to fit into. dashing somehow calms her down and she doesn’t do anything else besides a few comments here and there.

#darling charming #daring charming #dexter charming #dashing charming #angelique charming #emma enchants #ever after high

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thirsthourdemon · 4 years

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Tea party headcanon

Includes: All obey me characters except solomon, and barbatos

Genre: Fluff

Tags: Fluff, Tea party theme, Pink Pastry and Pekoe Parlour! Au, general

A/N: This is a celebration cause I happen to like my new formatting. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist then just send in an ask please!

||Lucifer

-He’s actually the one that invites you and the brothers to the tea party.

-Makes sure everyone is at least properly dressed

-A mother of 7 children cause that includes you 😌

-Hates it here the moment levi said he’d wear something from some anime about a ‘demon’ butler, mammon saying that he did NOT steal the precious fine china set and beel having that look on his face that says “If I dont eat everything on the damn table, Im eating everyone else.”

-Either drink pure black coffee or chamomile

-if He drinks an ocean of chamomile but no amount of ‘calming’ tea can help save this poor stressed demon who just thought he could finally get a small break and have a lovely afternoon tea with diavolo.

-I wont be surprised if he’s even payed 200,000 grim worth of damage on the place due to his whole family

-Satan thought it was a good idea to exchange salt with sugar but he avoided this cause he...he looked into satan’s eyes while he drank his bitter black coffee with no sugar or cream.

||Mammon

-Gold laced bone china that costs about 500 grim a cup? Sold.

-He didn’t want to go but apparently he saw something that had caught his eye ❤️

-He was always invited to be the man servant at the witches’ tea parties so he kinda thought it was boring

-Did not realize how much he liked fruit teas until he came here

-Did not bother to even wear anything fancy as requested😤

-Probably tried stealing some stuff 😔

-He is on his 3rd cup of fruit tea and the orange chiffon cake but STILL denies that he liked being there.

-Chiffon cake is his thing but he will never admit that so instead he goes for regular old bread

-Defensive over paying the bill but he gives in a bit cause lucifer had to pay for the fucking stuff he stole 😤

-Was fucked with cause diavolo was actually paying and not them

||Leviathan

-Im sorry...sebastian michaelis who? I only know levi in a stuffy butler suit

-Speak like he’s talking to his masters but still trash talks mammon

-“I thumb my nose to you, unrefined scum.”

-For some reason...I cannot stress this enough...He loves...Lolita tea parties.

-Probably a Lizzie fan from Black buttler

-He strikes me as the type to drink matcha or a classic earl grey for the aesthetic but drinks bladderwack tea due to how common it is when he was at sea

-he drinks his tea in a typical lolita designed porcelain tea cup and is charmed by it so he takes 50 photos of the set for his live journalng blog.

||Satan

-A refined gentleman who wore appropriate clothing and brought a book

-He brought a little sacket or his own spice

-He usually drinks chamomile to calm down but occassionally drinks lattes but this time since it was a tea party he settled on...wait for it...

-Ethiopian spiced tea! More specifically Cardamom milk tea in the hottest temprature it can handle

-Him and asmo like their teas hot

-Satan makes me think that he goes for finger sandwiches instead of cakes or pastries.

-Has a book with him and actually his books have tea leaves in them as well because he likes the book smell with the Lapsang Souchung tea

-The ideal guest until he tried to play a prank on lucifer

||Asmodeus

-would you believe me if I told you he walked in there wearing slim dark slacks, creamy white silked dress shirt and a pastel plum ribbon tie that makes me drool?

-OF COURSE YOU WOULD IT’S ASMO 😤

-He looks gorgeous and he knows it! And every waiter/guest there is trying to get his number! 🥺

-I can see him originally drinking assam tea but he switches between that and a very specific order of butterfly pea flower tea with 1 cube of white sugar, 1 mint leaf within a minimalistic see-through tea set

-definetely a fan of berliner or a good chilled charlotte

-Indulges in conversations with simeon, solomon, barbatos and luke like the classy boys they are

-Drinking their tea like that, gossipping like mid 19th century wives in england

-probably laughs at the more energetic people

-Has the other guests at the parlour just senting him in something sweet only for their hearts to be crushed as asmo hands the sweet gifts to his sweet beloved younger brother

||Beelzebub

-You know why he’s here

-Asmo’s personal pastry trash can

-Hungry baby is eating a whole cake by himself ❤️

-Living the dream on his 4th cake btw

-Likes Cannoli sicillianis and Chou à la crème A.K.A profiterole or french cream puffs! He likes custard inside it

-He’s not very picky on his food but he does refuse to drink matcha tea without milk

-The type to be drinking something like dandelion root tea or peppermint tea

-This is the reason he can eat food faster. Please stop him. Please.

-Surprisingly even though he doesnt like matche he keeps green tea so he can gives some to belphie to help keep him awake.

-He tries to wear something nice so...Hahahaha Enjoy beel in a thick dark blue sweater

-He cant contain his cute little hair 🥺

-Uses a tea cup the same size as a mug and a dinner plate instead of a dessert plate

-Gets destracted by the pretty flowers and thinks of lilith ✨

||Belphegor

-Im sorry...Private booth with a couch please?

-He likes nuts cause they make up for his lack of serotonin and plus sleepy

-His tea is either chamomile to calm him or something like green tea to wake him up

-Only drinks green tea that beel gives cause beel knows exactly what to wake belphie up with

-He’s old fashioned he likes his tea in a some porcelain or clay though a preference is not a requirment

-Sleepy boy like private booths and resting himself on beel who’s just munching away but when he’s awake he does join the mid 19th century wives group

-Talks shit about most of the brother, except beel cause beel though a demon is still angelic.

-Has a great time there cause he’s reminded of when him and his twins were playing tea parties

-Does not dress for the occassion cause who gives a fuck

-Has told stories or at least recalled the times that lilith has made them pretend there was tea in the cup while they tried to point out that there was in fact none

||Simeon

-Polite boy that helps set up some of the servers and praises them

-ASSAM TEA YOU CANT CONVINCE ME ON THIS. He loves the taste honestly and he thinks he likes it so much more when there’s milk with it. Likes 1 cube of sugar on it and likes it bit more on the hotter side.

-Another one who enjoys sandwiches more than pastries though please dont tell luke.

-Likes the tea party so much that he wants to host one with luke so they can invite micheal and the other angels.

-Wears something nice but still a bit more appropriate.

-Probably the next host for the tea party

-does not shit talk or gossip bad stuff be he likes to join the conversations

-Adores watching luke pick flowers at the indoor garden

||Luke

-He is such a grateful person that he also brings his own sugar cookies ❤️

-He likes scones!!!! he likes em with lots of cream and blueberries

-The type to drink some sweet tea however he swears by candyleaf as the ultimate drink for him. If there’s no candy leaf though he can always go for fruit teas and something that kicks like orange blossom sponge cakes 🥺

-Dont look at me like he wouldnt play with the flowers and explore the indoor gardens while simeon calls him and he’s already back with sweet butterflies crowding him like the most adorable angel ever

-Joins the adult table cause...h-he’s...he’s old enough 🥺👉👈 (It’s really cause simeon needs to take care of him)

-He might not like devildom but he can say that the ambiance in that place wasnt absolutely breathtaking

-Wants to recreate the sweets here as well

||Diavolo

-The host of the party and is currently tending to everyone in conversation

-He thinks he should do these more often due to how successful they are in bringing everyone together

-Brought barbatos cause only barbatos can make his special tea since the ingridients are rare to fine

-His tea? Bolivia black✨his tastes are complex yes I know

-goes on board with orange food and dark chocolate. He is so exquisite, bro. An orange-scented short bread with finely tempered dark chocolate is the best thing he pairs with that black tea.

-Has a grand time trying to give luci some of his sweet shortbread but ultimately the other demon refuses 😔

-Just fucking say yes, luci. Stop being a pussy already

Taglist: @yamaguchi-stan (Special thanks to her for my knowledge in this stuff),

#Obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me: shall we date?#obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader

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limjaeseven · 3 years

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The Boyfriend Dilemma

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jinyoung

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,896

Warning(s): JJP being cute as hell, fake dating!au

Summary: Jinyoung had lied to his mum about having a boyfriend. What does he do when she asks him to bring said boyfriend over for Christmas dinner?

[a/n]: I know I’m a bit late but here it is, this fic was lots of fun to write so I hope you enjoy it! Written for @ksmutclub‘s ‘Under the Mistletoe’ project.

Christmas Eve was usually a calm night in for Jinyoung, spent curled on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a good book. That was until his mother called him, asking him to come for dinner on Christmas with his boyfriend. He was eternally grateful that his mother couldn’t see the way he cringed on the other side of the line as she mentioned his love life. You see, there was a small issue, Jinyoung didn’t really have a boyfriend.

Jinyoung’s mother had always wanted Jinyoung to find a good man and settle down, having come to terms with her son’s attraction towards men a long time ago, she just hated the idea of her son being lonely, without someone to look after him. The thought wasn’t unfounded, Jinyoung was known to work late nights, get little to no sleep and go for days without bothering to eat properly. His mother only knew of one out of the four incidents on Jinyoung ending up in the hospital due to exhaustion after he had left home for college.

She kept asking him if he had found anyone, setting him up for dates with her friends’ sons when he graduated college without having been in a relationship even once. It wasn’t even like Jinyoung wasn’t interested in being in a relationship or guys weren’t into him, he just hadn’t found the one for him and regardless of whether he sounded childish or not, he hoped to find true love, or at least a man who he would want to spend the rest of his life with.

After four years of constant nagging and pretty bad dates, Jinyoung finally decided he was done with all the nagging and lied to his mum about being in a relationship. He was smart enough to not reveal too many details about his imaginary boyfriend, because he knew eventually his mum would ask him to bring the boy home and he would have to strategically plan a fake breakup before that but he didn’t expect her to call him over for Christmas, since his parents were usually working through the holiday.

“But Jinyoung, your dad and I took a day off just so we could meet your new boyfriend, we thought Christmas would be the one opportunity where you both would be off from work and could drive over” And despite how hard he tried, his mum didn’t let up. He couldn’t fake a breakup, he had just told her that his relationship was going strong a week prior, which meant he would either have to come clean to his mom or try something else.

Jinyoung would have scoffed at the idea of hiring a date, he actually had once when he saw an ad for what was basically an escort service disguised as a date-for-hire app on TV. Little did he know that not months after that ordeal he would be sitting on his bed on Christmas Eve, looking through a catalogue of good looking men, trying to pick one to be his fake boyfriend to appease his mum.

The options weren’t bad, there were a few men there he felt genuinely attracted to, but they were all either too nerdy or too bad boy looking for what he had described to his mum. Unfortunately, Jinyoung had gotten a bit too carried off by his description of his fake boyfriend and had described more of his dream man, one Jinyoung knew he would never find, to his mum.

That was till his eyes landed on the name ‘Lim Jaebeom’ accompanied by the photo of a man pulled right out of his wet dreams. He had long, black hair that brushed his shoulders, dressed in a designer suit with a face to match. His eyes were alluring, the two moles above his left eye too perfect to be real. Jinyoung pinched his arm, wincing at both the pain and the realisation that he was not, in fact, dreaming.

Clicking through to his profile, Jinyoung read through the man’s likes and hobbies listed and wondered if he was high, because it felt like the man he had described to his mum had been brought to life. The rates were low enough for Jinyoung to be able to afford the man for a night, and even though he couldn’t believe that he was hiring a ‘date’, one look at Jaebeom’s photo made him forget all those thoughts, and all that filled him was the anticipation.

Once he made his payment, he was given the option to chat with Jaebeom in order to discuss the date. Clicking the link he was provided, he stared at the text box for ten minutes before sending a ‘hey’, his hands shaking as he saw the word ‘typing’ linger at the bottom of the screen.

Jaebeom: Hey Jinyoung, how can I help you?

Jinyoung: So, this is kinda embarrassing but I lied to my mum about having a boyfriend and now she’s asked me to bring him home for Christmas dinner so I panicked and hired you to be my fake boyfriend for a night :/

Jaebeom: Don’t worry Jinyoung, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to be someone’s fake boyfriend, we should quickly go over what you’ve already told your mum about your ‘boyfriend’ first and work from there

Jinyoung: This is super weird but like somehow everything I told her about ‘him’ was listed in your likes and hobbies, like a love for music and cats. All I told her is I met ‘him’, or in this case you, at a café where you worked, you wrote your number on my cup and I texted you and we started dating

Jaebeom: Okay, at least I don’t have to pretend like I know anything about stock markets or something

Jinyoung: You’ve had to do that before?

Jaebeom: Oh yeah, some girls I’ve accompanied lied about dating a rich CEO and I had to borrow my friend’s Gucci suit for it, that was interesting

Jinyoung: Sounds like it

Jaebeom: Is there anything else I should know?

Jinyoung: Beware of my mum, she will ask a lot of questions, just go with the flow. Also wear an ugly sweater, my mum is big on Christmas traditions

Jaebeom: I don’t think I have any ugly sweaters, I’ll have to get one. How about I get us a matching pair? She might like that

Jinyoung: You are a genius Jaebeom, I’ll pay you for the sweater, just come here by 6pm so that I have enough time to get ready and we can drive over to my parents’ in time

Jaebeom: Will do, also don’t worry about paying, that’s on me

Jinyoung: But

Jaebeom: No buts, it’s getting late, you should sleep some, we can discuss any other details tomorrow

Jinyoung: Okay fine, good night Jaebeom

Jaebeom: Good night Jinyoung

It was past noon when Jinyoung woke up the next day, his brain deciding to oversleep on the one day he would have liked to wake up early and get ready properly. Jinyoung managed to get out of bed in time for lunch, taking a long bath in preparation for dinner, mentally preparing himself for what was about to come.

Jaebeom had texted him in the morning, asking for his address, which Jinyoung sent him, accompanied by an apology for his delayed response. They texted back and forth for a bit, engaging in normal small talk before Jaebeom signed off to head to the mall to buy the aforementioned sweaters.

At precisely six o’clock, Jinyoung’s doorbell rang, revealing a man about a thousand times more gorgeous than the photo Jinyoung had seen on the app, standing at his doorstep. He swallowed visibly, his throat suddenly parched, as Jaebeom stood there, dressed in a pair of black trousers, a white t-shirt and a long, brown coat, holding a bag in his hand.

“Come in” Jinyoung said, barely managing not to stutter, as he welcomed Jaebeom inside his apartment. Somewhere in the back of his mind was a voice calling him dumb to allow a stranger inside his house but something about Jaebeom just pulled Jinyoung in and clouded his judgement. Jaebeom slipped off his oxfords, extending the cover in his hand to Jinyoung as he settled down on the couch. Confused for a moment, Jinyoung quickly realised that the bag probably contained the sweaters Jaebeom had been tasked to buy.

“I said UGLY Christmas sweaters, not cat sweaters, we can NOT wear these.” Jinyoung exclaimed in horror as he examined the pastel blue and pink coloured sweaters the man had bought, adorned with large cats and the words ‘Meowy Christmas’ in calligraphy font on the front. Jaebeom smiled sheepishly as he got up from his seat and made his way to Jinyoung, grabbing the blue sweater from his left hand.

“They didn’t have any ugly sweaters at the mall that I actually liked, and these were too cute to say no to” Jaebeom made his best puppy eyes at Jinyoung, causing the younger to groan.

“I can’t believe this, my sisters will not let me live this down” Jaebeom just pouted, taking off his coat to pull the sweater over his head. Jinyoung would be lying if he said he didn’t ogle at Jaebeom’s biceps flexing as he changed his clothing. When caught staring by Jaebeom, he promptly turned around, clutching the garment in his hand to his chest and running inside to put it on, but mostly to calm his beating heart down.

Jaebeom was unnecessarily attractive, and that was not good for Jinyoung’s heart because he didn’t want to develop a crush on a dude he paid to spend the night with, even though Jinyoung knew it was too late, he had already formed a soft spot for the man’s warm smile and adorable pout. Pulling on the pink sweater, Jinyoung checked himself out in his bedroom mirror, admitting to himself that it actually looked rather cute on him.

“Shall we get going?” Jinyoung asked as he stepped back out into the living room, to which Jaebeom nodded, grabbing his car keys and walking Jinyoung out of his apartment. The two settled into Jaebeom’s car, Jinyoung feeding his parents’ address into the GPS system in Jaebeom’s car to guide them to their destination.

“So, any nicknames or that sort of thing you want to talk about, you know, to convince your parents that we actually know each other and didn’t meet each other for the first time like half an hour ago?” Jaebeom turned to Jinyoung just to guage his reaction before turning back to the road.

“Well the website said you were born in jan 1994, meaning you’re older than me, so how about hyung?” Jaebeom nodded, thinking for a moment before replying.

“Hyung is fine with me, what about you? Are you comfortable with Jinyoung-ah or would you want something more cutesy like Jinyoungie or Nyoungie?”

“Honestly I’m fine with anything, like I said, go with the flow. I haven’t told my mum enough for most anything for you to say to sound too suspicious. Just be yourself, your profile said you like music, talk about that, maybe” They talked a bit about themselves for the rest of the drive, sharing crucial information required to make it look like they know each other well.

Jinyoung sighed as he stood in front of his parents’ house, the reality of the situation finally hitting him. Sensing Jinyoung’s discomfort, Jaebeom offered the boy a warm smile, waiting for him to ring the bell to alert Jinyoung’s parents of their arrival. After five minutes of Jinyoung trying to calm himself down, he finally mustered enough courage to reach over to press the doorbell.

“Oh Jinyoungie, you’re finally here! Come in, come in” Jinyoung’s mother greeted them, welcoming them inside their house. Jaebeom looked around for a moment, admiring the classy furniture of the house covered in brightly coloured tinsel and other Christmassy accoutrement.

“Mom this is Jaebeom, my boyfriend” Jinyoung signalled to his mother, who smiled at Jaebeom, wrapping him in a warm hug. She dragged them to the living room, sitting them down on the couch before calling Jinyoung’s father and sisters from the kitchen to join them.

“Nice sweater, Nyoung” Jinyoung’s elder sister snickered, causing Jinyoung to hit her arm lightly before turning to his mom.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Jaebeom. I was worried our Jinyoungie would never find himself a man, but now that you’re here I feel relieved that he finally has someone in his life”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs Park. Jinyoung talks a lot about you”

“Oh please, no need for the formalities, call me mom. I’m sure he talks about how I nag him all the time, doesn’t he” Jaebeom chuckled as the loud groan from Jinyoung’s end.

“Absolutely not, he talks about how much he loves you, he knows you worry about him” Jinyoung’s mom smiled at that, reaching ruffle her hand through her son’s hair.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Jinyoung’s oldest sister asked.

“Three months”

“Four months”

Jinyoung and Jaebeom said at the same time, causing a look of confusion to cross over Jinyoung’s family’s face. Before Jinyoung could come up with a lame excuse, Jaebeom placed his warm hand reassuringly on Jinyoung’s thigh and addressed his parents.

“We went out together for the first time four months ago, which I thought was a date but Jinyoung thought was us just ‘getting to know each other’. According to him we only started dating three months ago, it’s something we fight about all the time”

“That sounds like my son, oblivious and stubborn” Jinyoung’s father commented.

The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly, a few slips here and there covered up quickly by Jaebeom. They sat next to each other at the dinner table, Jaebeom’s hand resting on Jinyoung’s thigh throughout, as a way to reassure the younger that Jaebeom was here for him.

“It’s time for the mistletoe photos, this is the first time I’ll get one of Jinyoung kissing his boyfriend!” Jinyoung stiffened, as he turned to Jaebeom, realising that he would have to kiss the elder. Squeezing the elder to signal his apology, Jinyoung guided the elder to where the mistletoe had been hung in the living room, Jinyoung’s father bringing out the old polaroid camera to click a picture. Jinyoung stood there for a moment, too nervous to actually kiss the elder, till Jaebeom gave in, placing his hands on either side of Jinyoung’s face and placing a chaste kiss on the younger’s lips.

It was like a lightning bolt had hit Jinyoung, a shiver ran down his spine at the touch of just their lips, causing him to chase Jaebeom’s lips as they split from his own. Jinyoung’s father handed them one of the two photos he clicked, the other going straight to Jinyoung’s mother’s collection.

By the end of the night, they were all happy and exhausted. Jinyoung didn’t want to leave but he reluctantly let go of his mom because he had to go to work the next morning and Jaebeom probably had work too. Just as they were about to leave, Jinyoung’s mother pulled him aside to talk to him privately.

“You know, Jaebeom is a pretty nice boy, I like him a lot”

“I’m glad you like him mom, I like him too”

“If you do you should actually ask him out”

“What!?”

“You think I wouldn’t know when my son was lying to me? He looks at you like I look like your dad Nyoung, I’m pretty sure you both barely know each other but I think you should give him a shot if he’s interested, you two seem perfect for each other” Jinyoung merely groaned and hid his face in his palms as he lamented at his unsuccessful attempt to fool his mum. He did agree with her though, he would like to actually go out with Jaebeom, hopefully with Jinyoung paying for his meal instead of his time. Promising to call her soon, Jinyoung grabbed a hold of Jaebeom’s hand, guiding him to the car.

The drive back home was quite, comfortably so. Jinyoung looked out the window, thinking back on the few hours he had spent with Jaebeom and the many more he wants to spend with him. When they arrived back at Jinyoung’s place, the younger looked over at Jaebeom, before closing his eyes and leaning in. Half expecting to be rejected, Jinyoung jumped when Jaebeom’s lips met his halfway, and they shared a sweet kiss.

“Will I see you again?” Jaebeom asked, and Jinyoung reached over for Jaebeom’s arm, one of his hands digging through his pocket for the pen he always carried around. After scribbling on his number onto his arm along with a few hearts, Jinyoung stepped out of the car, turning around to bid his farewell.

“I do charge for dates though” Jaebeom added, making Jinyoung’s face fall suddenly.

“Ten kisses for every hour” Jinyoung smiled at Jaebeom’s bad joke, his face lighting up once more as he waved at Jaebeom, the elder sending him a flying kiss before driving off. Jinyoung went to sleep with a smile on his face. His lie had after everything, turned into a hopeful tomorrow for Jinyoung.

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Come Home to My Heart, Chapter 7 (Lemyanka) - Plastiquedoll

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A/N: I don’t know if I can say this but this is one of my favorite chapters I’ve written and I’m so excited I can finally share it! it’s literally two people driving around but it matches the song I guess… I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading it! <3

-7-

“So Lemon thinks I’m dating you.” Priyanka used the home phone to call her friend the day after their night out.

It was almost noon and Priyanka’s hangover had abandoned her body after drinking a gallon of water and taking a long -long- shower. She was walking around the house with the phone in one ear and a half-empty cup of coffee in the other. Her parents were at her sister’s place, having lunch with the kids so she had the house for herself –and when you’re hangover no matter how much you love kids you do want to be alone.

Denali burst into laughter. “Does she?” Her voice sounded distorted after singing all night.

“Well, thank you for being so considerate and laugh at the possibility of dating me. At least you didn’t do it on my face.”

“It’s not that… I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous for what matters.”

“You’re still laughing.”

“It’s your telephone connection. But wait, are you going to tell her the truth?”

“Eventually, if she asks again… Until then, would you mind if I play dumb with it?”

“Priyanka, oh my God… You’re so silly.”

“Okay, I’ll take that. But let me be potentially unrealistic for a moment here… she might be jealous of you.”

Denali gasped exaggeratedly.

“Quit making fun of me, you bitch.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… This is just so entertaining for me.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“But the night ended up well for you two, right? Progress… character development?”

“She was drunk and called me Sprinky before I pushed her into a taxi.”

“I love Sprinky! Aw, you guys, pet names already.”

“That hardly qualifies as a pet name but…”

“Tomayto, tomahto, same thing.”

It really was Denali the one who lived in a fantasy world.

“I gotta go. I need to pick some groceries from the supermarket.”

“Okay, bye Sprinky!”

Priyanka clicked her tongue. “Bye. Bitch.”

Her mother had given her a list of things to buy since she was staying in all day and she said her lazy ass needed to do something productive, -she didn’t say it like that but that was what Priyanka heard when she was still wasted on her bed.

She had taken her car to the supermarket that was in the center of the city since it was the biggest one around. On her way there, she noticed the engine coughing a little more than usual but she downplayed it when the noises stopped.

The day was sunny and hot, it warmed her skin and made it glow as she drove to the location. She had grabbed a pair of denim shorts that were on top of her suitcase –luckily, since she hadn’t unpacked yet- but she had to dig some more to find an ombré knitted white and blue crop top she had brought, then complimented the outfit with a pair of sandals and vintage round orange sunglasses. After brushing her hair a little, she was ready to go.

She got to the store, picked a shopping cart, and wandered through the aisles with her mother’s list in her hand. She occasionally lifted her feet and slid with the cart when no one was watching. Then she got distracted whereas she was goofing around and almost crashed it on the cereal aisle, fortunately, no one saw that.

Well, almost no one.

“Jesus Christ you’re going to kill someone with that.”

Priyanka stopped in her tracks when she recognized the voice right away.

Naturally, Lemon was there to see her making a fool of herself.

She was there, looking unimpressed as usual with a shopping basket on the floor next to her. Lemon was wearing a NYC t-shirt in pastel yellow, pink and blue, a pair of mom jeans, and white chunky sneakers that made her a bit taller. She also had a giant pair of white oval sunglasses with black glasses on -Priyanka only suspected the reason behind that fashion choice- she had her hair wet but tied into pigtails and lip gloss, lip gloss was never missing with her.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Priyanka mumbled.

“Can’t say the same,” she sighed. “are you following me or something?”

The brunette scoffed. “You wished…”

“Then move aside I’m trying to get the Froot Loops.”

Priyanka looked up and spotted the colorful cereal box above her head. “But the real question is can you get the Froot Loops?”

“Oh, fuck you.” She almost pushed Priyanka off the way but the other girl moved faster.

Lemon had to tiptoe and jump a little to reach for the box and Priyanka enjoyed every second of it.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Lemon was surely grumpy that day, it was the hangover speaking.

“Not really.” She grabbed a box of Cookie Crisp. “I was wondering if you made it home alright after the state you left.”

“I did… thanks for pushing me into a taxi.” There was some of sarcasm there, Priyanka detected.

“Anytime.”

Lemon started walking and Priyanka followed her with her cart, at that point to mess with her some more.

“You still have that sweet tooth for the chocolate chip cookies…” The blonde observed.

Priyanka looked at the cereal she had chosen without giving it much thought. “I guess I do… You still like anything colorful and sugary.”

“Some things never change.”

But other things changed too much.

After roaming a little, at some point, they split and when Priyanka collected the rest of the items on the list she waited in line to pay for her shop. She saw the blonde when she crossed the automatic door with her grocery bags.

Priyanka slid the credit card and then left as well. She loaded the bags on the trunk, then sat at the driver’s seat and inserted the keys to turn on the engine. She tried a couple of times without significant results, the engine coughed a little and then when she thought she had it, it died again.

“C’mon girl, don’t do this to me now… I bought ice cream bars.”

The sight of smoke wasn’t a lovely view, to say the least. When she lifted the engine cover, she discovered it was worse than what she expected.

“Shit… shit, shit, shit… this is bad.”

She pulled her flipping phone from her back pocket and called her father who calmed her down but couldn’t do much in the distance; he suggested a mechanic nearby that could take a look at it.

Priyanka was losing her mind. She sat at the curb and buried her face in her hands.

“Looks like you could use a ride.” Lemon’s voice made her look at the girl.

“Not now.” She blurted out. “I don’t have time for your snarky comments so please refrain from saying anything you’d think is clever.”

Lemon lifted her sunglasses. “I’m not trying to get on your nerves; I’m legit offering you a ride.” Priyanka didn’t seem convinced. “Think for a moment, your groceries are going to go bad with the heat and no air conditioner.”

“The ice cream bars…” She was on the verge of tears. “Fine. Yes, I need a ride, would you be so nice and help me out?”

“Come with me, my car is around the corner in front of the drugstore.”

“Buying some aspirins?”

“Cut the slack I’m trying to do a good deed here.”

“For a change.”

They carried the bags to Lemon’s car around the corner and Priyanka raised an eyebrow as soon as she saw her car.

As expected, from all people, Lemon would be the one driving a sunny yellow Volkswagen New Beetle. They put the groceries on the trunk yet again and the blonde took a seat in the driver’s position, Priyanka sat on the passenger seat.

“A yellow car?” She questioned.

Lemon buckled up. “My dad gave it to me.”

“Your daddy bought you a pretty car? For real?”

She adjusted the sunglasses back on. “He felt guilty after getting re-married and I accepted it as a peace offering. Is that so terrible?”

“Of course…”

Lemon started the engine and moved the vehicle toward the roundabout, heading for Priyanka’s house.

“You have to turn right in the next street.” Priyanka indicated.

“I think I know where your house is.” Lemon murmured as she took a different way.

“Yeah, you could get there faster this way but you’re about to enter to a one-way street… on the opposite side.”

“Shit.” Lemon maneuvered her way out with a U-turn.

“Does everyone in New York drive like this?”

Lemon blushed. “This is my third time driving in town.”

“Did you drive all the way from the Big Apple alone?”

She shook her head. “Rita visited me there and then we traveled together.”

“You two get along for what it seems…”

“It took some time and adjustment. That was supposed to be our bonding trip but I’m pretty sure she secretly holds a grudge since I convinced her mother of making the bridesmaids’ dresses pastel yellow for the wedding.”

Typical Lemon.

“But her mother is nice, she makes my dad happy so I can’t complain.”

“What about your mom? How is she?”

“Christina is alright. She got signed by an important architectural firm two years ago and has been working non-stop since then. She dated a few men but nothing too transcendental. She still listens to ABBA on a daily basis and sings every song in the repertoire deliberately loud enough to embarrass me in front of people but she’s happy. She’s on a cruise right now having the time of her life probably, that’s part of why I’m here.”

“Good for her, good for Christina.”

“That’s what I said. I thought this whole thing of my dad marrying someone else was going to trigger her somehow but she’s proven me wrong when getting over exes is about. Maybe it helped a little that the woman her ex married is older than her but who knows.”

Priyanka chuckled.

Lemon turned the radio on, Give Me All Your Luvin played through the speakers.

It was nice, to get to talk with Lemon like that, forgetting all the fights and unresolved problems they had for a moment. If Priyanka closed her eyes for an instant she could almost picture them both chatting in Lemon’s room with the music playing on the radio and the smell of wet nail polish in the air.

But then, when she opened her eyes, she got back to reality in a world where they had missed seven years of each other’s lives. There was a time where she could tell exactly what Lemon was thinking of but now it was a different story, the blonde was inscrutable and Priyanka couldn’t predict her reactions or guess the words that would come from her mouth. There were many things she didn’t know about Lemon now.

“Do you like Rihanna?” Priyanka asked when they stopped in front of a red light.

“What?” Lemon turned her head. “What kind of question is that?”

The brunette shrugged. “A thought I had.”

“Of course I like Rihanna, what kind of monster do you think I am?”

“One that doesn’t like Rihanna… perhaps.”

Lemon laughed at how ridiculous the conversation was. She had to continue driving when the light changed to green.

“Rihanna’s first album came out seven years ago and she didn’t get the recognition she deserved until a few years later…” Priyanka explained. “so I never got to know if you liked her music and I’m asking it now because there are two types of people in the world, the ones who have the taste and the ones that are monsters and dislike Rihanna’s music.”

“Okay, I’m telling you I love her. In fact, open the glove compartment.”

Priyanka looked at her.

“Go ahead, open it.” She commanded.

She did as the girl said and when the glove compartment was opened, a pile of CDs boxes where revealed inside. The first of them was a copy of Loud by Rihanna and the next one Good Girl Gone Bad.

“I couldn’t bring all of them but I have a few of them here and others at home.”

“Fair enough.” Priyanka checked the other albums underneath.

The little collection included Circus by Britney Spears, Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, Survivor by Destiny’s Child, Overexposed by Maroon 5, The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani and Fearless by Taylor Swift –that last one was Rita’s, she explained- Priyanka inspected the CDs until she found one last album that was in the bottom of the box, it was a worn out copy of Spice World by the Spice Girls, nothing more and nothing less.

“Hey, this is the album you gave me before moving to New York, remember?” A smile grew wide on her face before the memory.

Lemon blushed till the tip of her ears. “I do… that’s actually the copy I used to have in my room… the one we listened to on my radio.”

“Is it?” Priyanka looked at it with admiration. The colors were a bit pale and the box had several scratches, it was clear it has a few years on.

“Yeah… the CD doesn’t work anymore but I still got it there.”

Priyanka looked at the blonde who had her eyes fixed on the road and her hands closed around the steering wheel.

“Why did you keep it?”

“Sentimental value.” Her voice tone was almost inaudible. “I guess I’m not that cold heart monster you think I am, right?” She sounded somber.

“That’s not what I said… I-”

“We’re here.” She announced when she stopped in front of Priyanka’s house. “I’ll help you with the bags and then we can go get the mechanic for your car.”

She got down from the car leaving Priyanka with the words stuck on her throat once again.

It was becoming a pattern now, right when they started getting along again or when they had a decent conversation, Lemon shut the doors and closed all the windows before Priyanka had the chance to break through her walls.

“Your house hasn’t changed at all.” Lemon observed when they walked in with the groceries.

“Ah, yeah. My mom didn’t fall for the charms of the Property Brothers.”

“Do you have the hots for Drew or Jonathan?”

Priyanka cackled. “I stand behind my mother’s beliefs in this one.”

They put the bags on the countertop, Priyanka rushed to place ice cream on the freezer and other products on the fridge before they got spoiled. Lemon folded the paper bags in the meantime.

“Do you have some water?”

“Yeah, here.” Priyanka threw a water bottle at her and the girl caught it in the air.

She opened her purse and took two aspirins and chugged them down with a water sip.

Priyanka just watched her.

“What?” The blonde asked.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I’m hangover, okay? Tequila is not my best friend… or vodka… neither of them.”

“That’s weird, judging by the way you drank yesterday you’d never guess.”

“Fuck off.” She drank some more water. ��Now let’s go get the mechanic for that jalopy of yours.”

“Jalopy?” Priyanka gaped at her. “Excuse you, miss, but I paid that car with my blood, sweat and tears, and two part-time jobs.”

It was the car that was supposed to take her to New York, to Lemon.

“We should hurry then, I don’t know much about mechanics but the amount of smoke that engine released isn’t normal.”

“I know that.”

“Then, let’s go.” The aspirins probably were kicking in.

Before they left the house, Lemon stopped in front of the wall where Priyanka’s mother hung pictures of her and her siblings. In the past, there was a photo of the two of them in school but all over the years her mother probably had saved it just like Priyanka did with all the other Lemon memorabilia. The blonde cast an eye on a photo of the family’s matriarch with a group of children.

“Her grandchildren?”

“Yes, my nephews and nieces.”

“That’s cute… you’re an aunt now.” Priyanka recognized the softness behind her voice and it made her heart skip a beat.

They were back on the road again and Lemon followed the directions until they got to the mechanical workshop Priyanka’s father had suggested her to go. Priyanka explained the man in charge what had happened and then followed the girls with a tow truck.

Priyanka’s car was still where they had left it. It broke her heart to see it there in the streets completely abandoned.

The mechanic took his time to check the engine, he tried to make it work after adjusting some screws and move pieces Priyanka had never heard naming before. Lemon could’ve gone by that moment but she stayed with the brunette, she even shared her bubblegum with her when she noticed how stressed Priyanka was.

After thirty minutes, the man spoke with Priyanka. The diagnosis was not good and he explained that there wasn’t much for him to do. Priyanka felt the knot on her throat and the tears coming at any second. That was her car her baby… this couldn’t be the end of their adventures.

She was beyond surprised when she heard Lemon’s voice.

“But there must be something you can do about it.” She sounded assertive. “The chances are low but there are still chances, right?”

The man babbled some excuses about the car being old and even when it was in a good state; it was going to require some extra work.

“Then do the work.” The blonde continued. “That might look like a piece of junk for both of us but that’s her piece of junk and it means a lot to her so you will take it back to the workshop and do whatever you have to do to save it. Am I being clear enough?”

The man just nodded with wide eyes, maybe too scared to add anything else.

Priyanka was also speechless.

She watched the mechanic hooking her car to the tuck and then stared at Lemon.

“Thanks.” She blinked a couple of times. “That was amazing.”

“I’m sorry I called your car a jalopy.”

“She’s temperamental but it’s okay, I don’t think she heard you anyway.”

“I know you might think of me as this spoiled brat but don’t think I don’t understand what’s like to work hard to achieve something.”

“Thank you.”

“Now let’s go before that guy mistakes the junkyard for the workshop.”

“Hey!”

All was not lost.

That was what the mechanic had said once they left Priyanka’s car at the workshop. It was going to take a couple of days to have a better picture of the problem but maybe replacing some parts would make the difference.

Priyanka sighed of relief and almost hugged the man but then she saw the zeroes on the estimated budget for the repairs and decided to keep the hug for herself… she was more than thankful for having a job back in Toronto that would pay for the bills.

“Well, the good news is that she might live.” Priyanka announced when she got in the car with Lemon.

“There you have. He was just playing hard to get and I know about that.”

“Thank you, Lemon… for helping me so much today. You didn’t have to but still, you did.”

She started the engine. “You’ve done the same for me no questions asked.”

“Are you feeling better after the aspirins?”

“Yeah… I’m never drinking again I swear…”

“That’s a lie.”

“It is…”

“Do you even remember what you said? Last night?”

Lemon stopped in the red light. Her face was as pale as paper and she stared at Priyanka with big eyes, there was horror on them.

“What did I say?”

Priyanka started laughing.

“Priyanka, what did I say?”

The brunette ceased laughing. It was the first time Lemon called her by her name.

“You called me Sprinky and kept asking if Denali is my girlfriend.”

Lemon breathed again. “Thank God… it was just that…”

Priyanka was now puzzled. What else could she’d said?

“I remember that part, you never answered the question anyway.”

She sighed. “Denali is my friend. Just that… we’re friends. Are you happy now?”

Lemon kept driving, it became evening all of sudden.

“I don’t understand though, how did you get to the conclusion that we were dating? I mean, where did the idea come from?”

“Uhm… I’m friends with Kiara and Scarlett on Facebook…”

Traitors, both of them.

“Aha…”

“…and… well, sometimes a picture with you would appear… or pictures of you in nightclubs…”

“I’m so going to kill Scarlett. I told her not to post those…”

“I didn’t mean to assume anything but… I saw you and Denali together the other day and I thought… maybe…”

Priyanka took a deep breath.

“So you know… you know I like girls…”

She nodded.

“And are you okay with that?”

Lemon looked at her. “Why wouldn’t I? Of course I’m okay with that…”

There was a short silence between them, a part of Priyanka was relieved but she could feel her heart pounding.

“Don’t tell me that on top of you thinking that I dislike Rihanna you also consider myself to be homophobic or an ignorant asshole… that being the same thing.”

“I’m asking you.”

“Well, you’ll never have to question it again.” She sounded angry.

“I’m sorry… I take it back, you’re not a monster.”

Lemon’s face softened.

“It’s just… I think of Jan…”

Jan.

That name again, seven years after.

“Jan and her girlfriend Jackie are the one example of true love I have. My parents’ marriage didn’t work but Jan and Jackie… they are grossly in love, it’s disgusting and I love them so much.”

So Jan had a girlfriend… interesting.

“If they couldn’t be themselves and be together I would’ve lost all hope in love, to be honest.” She looked at Priyanka. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but do your parents know?”

Lemon was probably one of the only people who knew Priyanka’s struggles with her family by first hand; they had spoken about it so many times before but never specifically on that topic.

“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I told them a few years ago when my oldest brother was planning his wedding and they were trying to set me up with the son of their friends or something like that.” Priyanka tittered. “I told my mom first and she was more sympathetic, I had a long talk with her, lots of tears… then we hugged and she told me she loves me…”

Lemon did the unthinkable: she reached for her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. It was a small gesture; it didn’t last longer than a few seconds –she was driving after all- but for some reason, it made Priyanka feel much better.

“My dad… it was a different story. It took him longer to accept it and I believe he’s still digesting it so we don’t talk much about it. It was easier when I moved to a new city… It’s not like I had to need to hide who I am but there I could start from zero and be one hundred percent myself since the first moment.”

“I’m happy for you.” She smiled. “I really am.”

With all the resentment and the bickering, Priyanka had forgotten that Lemon could be sweet, that she could be caring, that she could be her friend.

A friend.

“So your friend Jan, she’s your roommate, right?”

“Yeah, the same.

“Is it Janice, Janelle, Janet…?”

“I’m quite sure it’s just Jan but even after these years they probably don’t even know my real name so it could be anything at this point…”

“And she’s dating Jackie.” Just to make it clear.

“They have the corniest love story that involves love confessions in carriage rides in Central Park, roses and singing songs under the starry sky.”

Priyanka almost choked.

“Exactly.” Lemon giggled. “They are a constant reminder I’m single as hell.”

This time, Priyanka choked for real.

At that moment, Lemon stopped the car, they had arrived.

In the distance, Priyanka spotted her parents’ car arriving shortly after.

Priyanka’s mom got down from the car and got closer to the unfamiliar car parked in front of their house meanwhile her dad put the car in the garage.

“Priyanka and… Lemon? Is that you?”

“Hello Mrs. Suknanan, it’s been a while.” She opened the door of the car and hugged Priyanka’s mom.

“I haven’t seen you in ages… You look all grown-up.”

“Don’t lie to her like that, mom.” Priyanka walked to where the little reunion was taking place.

Lemon rolled her eyes.

Here we go again.

“Are you staying for dinner? We’d love you to stay. I insist… I’m sure Priyanka would love it too.” She elbowed her daughter.

Traitors, even the ones you’d never expect.

“She wants to know if you’re staying for dinner…”

Lemon pulled one of her pageant full teeth smiles. “I’d love to, Mrs. Suknanan but I promised my dad I’d be back by now. Maybe some other day.”

“You have to promise it to me or Priyanka is never going to bring you back.”

“Mom! Leave her alone.” Priyanka wanted to hide under a rock.

“Actually, I’m the one who brought her tonight so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I’ll wait for you to stop by next week, alright?”

“I’ll be here.”

Priyanka raised her hand. “Am I invited?”

“We’ll think about it.” Lemon grinned. “Mrs. Suknanan, always a pleasure to see you, please give Mr. Suknanan my regards.”

“I will, dear. Give your father my best wishes.”

“I surely will.”

Priyanka’s mom got into the house leaving them alone again.

“She’s so lovely… why didn’t you pick any of that?”

“Ha. Ha.” Priyanka exaggerated her fake laughter.

“As much as I know you enjoy having me as your driver, I have to leave now.”

“Thanks again for that. My car might live another day because of you.”

“I know.” Lemon seemed pleased.

“I’ll make it up to you… somehow.”

“I’ll think of something just wait for it.” She opened the door of her car and Priyanka closed it for her.

“See you around, Lemon.”

“I knew you were stalking me.” She started the engine.

Priyanka threw her head back and released a laugh. “In your dreams, doll.”

The brunette watched the sunny-side up vehicle getting away and then walked toward her house with a smile on her face she couldn’t erase.

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #can1 #lemon #priyanka #lemon x priyanka #childhood friends #friends to lovers #lesbian au #come home to my heart #plastiquedoll #concrit welcome

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overlordofawesomeness · 3 years

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A Man for Himself (Norton xEli)

Genre: Romance, Thriller, Horror, Fantasy

Rating: R-18

Pairing: Norton x Eli | Prospector X Seer

Chapter Trigger Warning/s: N/A

Chapter 3

Darkness. Norton opened his eyes only to witness himself surrounded by darkness. The candle on his helmet barely provided light. It didn't do much of a help. However, upon examining his surroundings, he's able to identify his current location. He's inside a tunnel. And it wasn't an ordinary tunnel. This was the site where the tragedy had taken place.

His chest tightened. Suddenly, Norton felt claustrophobic. He's aware that this was merely a dream, but everything seemed real to him. He could feel the rough floor underneath his boots, the way it ground against his sole as he walked. The air felt damp and smelled like mud, like he was inside an unstable man-made cave that could collapse any second due to heavy rain. They were all too familiar sensations to him.

The tunnel seemed to go on endlessly whichever way he went. He tried to keep himself calm despite having a hard time breathing. Panicking would only burn whatever remaining oxygen he had around him. But then again, this was supposedly a dream. Dreams couldn't hurt him.

After a while of walking, the miner began to pick up his pace until he found himself running at full speed as if something sinister was after him. He dared not look back, afraid to confirm his imagination and be devoured by his fear. Running felt like an eternity to him until he tripped over a rock and fell. Or at least that's what he thought it was. He was out of breath, so he could only manage a soundless gasp when he realized that he'd fallen on a pile of decomposing bodies, their foul smell making it harder for him to breathe. Those were the corpses of the miners.

Norton picked himself up, but he slipped and fell as soon as he got up. He staggered back in panic, a scream he never imagined he'd ever make escaping his throat and echoing throughout the lonely tunnel. As he was trying to process everything, the burn scars on his face and body began to hurt as though they were fresh.

"You belong with us, Norton," said a voice in his head, sounding like it came from the abyss. "You should've died with us."

The miner began shaking, his hands gripping his head as if the action would get rid of the voice all the while kicking at the undead corpses that were starting to crawl towards him.

"No! Leave me alone!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to push the bodies off of him. "It was an accident!"

Yes, it's all an accident.

A corpse that had gaping sockets for its eyes managed to get on top of him and sit on his chest, squeezing the remaining air out of his lungs. In its bony hands was a large chunk of stone. It raised the stone in the air and was about to smash it onto his head when he managed to pull himself back to reality and wake up with a strangled scream.

Norton was drenched in sweat, his hair disheveled and his eyes wide in shock. The dream was over, yet his heart still beat so fast that it almost wanted to escape his ribs. Taking a few deep breaths, he ran his hands over his face and looked to the window. The light shone through its heavy white curtains, illuminating the entirety of the room. Somehow it gave him a sense of safety and security. It's good even though it's false.

"Had an eventful night, eh?"

Norton searched for the source of the voice and spotted the same gray-haired male from last night sitting in his bed across from his. He wouldn't have noticed his roommate's presence if he hadn't said anything.

"Who are you again?" the prospector inquired, blinking away his sleepiness.

"Your resident embalmer," the other responded as he secured his gloves. He seemed to be getting ready to leave. "Your teammates for today came over. They said they wanted to eat breakfast with you before the match," he continued. "I'm Aesop, by the way. I prefer working in peace, so I hope you won't be making noises in your sleep again." He stood up and picked up a case from his bedside table. "Norton, right? Stop living in the past. You're attracting Death. Don't make the same mistakes again."

He never left any room for Norton to respond. He walked out as soon as he finished his quick introduction. Norton figured his roommate wasn't a fan of social interaction. Not like it mattered.

Still groggy from his nightmare, the miner didn't want to waste time overanalyzing Aesop's ominous words. He stood up and took a towel from his drawer. A shower would help on clearing his head.

* * *

"Good morning, Mr. Campbell!"

Norton wasn't expecting himself to be invited to a morning tea party when he was told to meet his teammates. There was a stone pavement outside the manor house that led to a large pavilion. A few tables were set up and one of them was occupied by three women wearing fancy clothing. He felt a little underdressed with his dark green button-down and trousers.

The one who greeted him was a brunette wearing a blue hat, a frilly white blouse and a billowy skirt that was just as frilly. Her green eyes shone bright with her cheery smile. Her spirit seemed too high for someone who would be participating in a deadly game.

"Take a seat, please," she invited, standing up from her seat and pulling an empty chair for him, which he found surprising.

So polite. He gladly took the seat and smiled at the expecting faces.

"I'm Emma." She offered her hand and sat down. "And these are Helena and Martha. We'll be your teammates for today."

Norton shook the brunette's hand and scanned the faces of the two other women. One of them was a redhead, wearing a pink hat that resembled a cake with wafer sticks on top of it. Her dress was of the same shade with a mix of pastel green and had frills and ribbons. Overall, Norton had to admit that she's adorable and eye-catching especially when she tried pouring tea into empty air next to a cup in front of her. Hot water was about to spill from the pot when the woman next to her guided her hand in the right direction.

Helena giggled softly. "Oops. Sorry."

Norton didn't notice it earlier; but upon closer look, the girl appeared to have glassy eyes behind her round glasses. She's blind, and the stick that resembled a long lollipop resting against her chair was her cane.

How could a blind person join this game? How could she even decode those machines?

As if sensing his doubt, Emma scooted over and whispered, "Don't worry. Her blindness does not stop her from being an outstanding decoder. She's fast. But, of course, we need to protect her. And that's why we have Martha."

The miner turned his attention to Martha, a well-built woman with a curly side ponytail. Her hair seemed to have been dyed blue to match her clothes. She's wearing a white blouse with frills and a long white pencil skirt with blue stripes. Unlike the two girls, Martha had an air to her that made her different. Perhaps it's the pistol that sat next to her teacup. She seemed to radiate an aura of power and authority. A leader.

Still, Norton wondered why they were all dressed up for a party and why he wasn't given any notice.

"I'll do my best to keep everyone alive." Martha smiled in Helena's way, but the ginger wasn't aware of it. "Especially Helena. We can't lose her, so I'm counting on you to protect her." She faced Norton. "And you. I've heard that you've done a great job on your first match. Don't let us down."

Norton nodded and took a bagel from a woven basket at the center of the table. "I'm not promising anything, but I'll do my best."

He would never promise anything.

Eventually, he started to relax in his seat, enjoying the taste of pastry and sweetened tea. He might as well take his sweet time since he might not be able to get the chance to do it anymore after this.

"Good morning, Mr. Clark! Good morning, Mr. Subedar!" Emma stood up from her seat and waved her hands wildly in the air.

Norton's eyes followed the direction where the cheery girl was looking and found Eli and his grumpy buddy walking their way to the pavilion. Like the girls, they seemed to have received the notice to dress in eye-catching clothing.

Eli was wearing a gold-trimmed robe in a lighter shade of blue. It had patterns that resembled constellations. As if to complement him, Subedar was wearing formal clothes of the same shade. A suit with a hood and ruffles. On top of that, his hair seemed to have been dyed blue as well to match them.

"Aren't they just perfect?" Emma sighed dreamily, her eyes glued to the two men. "I had a chance to be on the same team with them before. They're amazing."

Eli waved back and smiled in their direction momentarily before turning his attention back to Naib. They were headed to a vacant table. Naib didn't seem to like when Norton looked at them as he shot daggers his way and moved to block the view of his partner.

"Hey, Emma." Norton took a sip from his cup. "Who's that guy with Eli?"

He'd already heard about Naib from Eli, but he didn't really know much about him except for the fact that he obviously didn't like Norton.

"That's Mr. Subedar," Emma answered. "He used to be a mercenary from what I've heard. He doesn't really interact with anyone that much except with Mr. Clark. They're always together; so if you want to know more about Mr. Subedar, you may need to ask Mr. Clark himself."

"I see." Norton nodded slowly.

Is he seeing me as a threat to their bond? Now that makes things more interesting.

Two more people joined the two men: William and a woman sitting on his shoulders. She was wearing a headdress that resembled the horns of a goat.

"Is that Fiona?" Norton asked, remembering the name from a conversation he'd heard from the previous night.

Emma nodded. "Ah, yes. Ms. Fiona Gilman."

"She's pretty," the miner commented, studying the woman's features.

Fiona had her red hair tied in a single side braid. She's wearing a purple hood over a black dress that had slits on either side that were too high Norton wondered if she was wearing any underwear. William had to be a saint to be able to endure that.

"Yes, she is," Emma agreed. "Makes us wonder why Mr. Clark still hasn't asked her out yet. We've been rooting for them since both of them get along really well when it comes to mysticism. You should see them when they talk about their gods. It's like we don't exist to them. But it seems like they're not interested in each other. After all, Mr. Subedar is always keeping Mr. Clark to himself."

"I think I understand why," Norton muttered under his breath. "It's not easy to find someone like Eli."

Eli was a gem. And Norton hated that fact.

* * *

Two cipher machines left. The last time Norton encountered someone from his team was when he saw Emma dismantling a rocket chair near a carousel. After that, he never saw any one of them again.

They were at an abandoned theme park. It's a large walled area that was divided in half by a river. Communication was impossible. He only knew that there were only two machines left since he heard multiple popping sounds. As to who the hunter was or where it was, he had no idea.

Inside a large tent, which he assumed to be previously called Circus Hullabaloo because of the sign outside, he was halfway on finishing a machine when tapping sounds caught his attention. He looked up to see that it was Helena limping towards him. Her pastel pink stockings were soaked with blood. There was a clean cut on one of her legs that seemed to have been made by a sharp blade.

"Help," she gasped, catching her breath.

Behind her was a large creature that resembled a large mechanical spider. Its large body was covered with a filthy rag. There were movements from underneath the cloth which made Norton's hair stand on end. Its legs were a combination of ball-jointed doll hands and large metal blades. What made it more hideous was the head that had a face of a marionette doll. It was terrifying.

Norton stepped out of the way when Helena reached her arms out to him. For a moment, he didn't say anything as if he's trying to conceal his presence from the blind girl. He was determined to abandon her; but in the end, he decided to grab her and lift her in his arms. He could've easily left her there, but it would be too cruel to leave a helpless blind girl in danger. He wasn't that remorseless.

One cipher machine popped. One more left. He had a bleeding girl in his arms, and they were both running for their lives.

#mara writes shite #fan fiction #idv #identity v #seer #prospector x seer #prospector #norton campbell #norton x eli #eli clark #norteli

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prettyboypeterparker · 5 years

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Peter stands behind Obadiah, head mostly bowed and eyes fixed on Obadiah’s black Gucci dress shoes. Peter’s fingers toy with the back of the older man’s suit jacket, bored out of his mind.

“Come Peter.” Obadiah commands, voice sharp with a tone that says ‘now’.

Peter nods his head softly and takes the waiting hand, Obadiah pulls him along the casino not caring that Peter still hasn’t gotten use to his heels. Peter stumbles along but eventually stops when he bumps into the back of Obadiah, Peter peers around the man’s arm and takes at look at what stopped his fiancée.

“Tony Stark, long time no see.” Obadiah let’s go of Peter’s hand and goes to shake Tony’s.

“Stane, I see you’ve found yourself some arm candy.” Peter flushes at Tony’s words.

“You’re mistaking my fiancée for a whore, all is forgiven though.” Obadiah smiles and lets go of Tony’s hand to tuck it around Peter’s waist.

Peter’s surprised that Obadiah is even letting him stand by his side, he must really not like Tony Stark.

“Excuse me, usually you’re never this attached. Congratulations on your engagement.” Tony raises his drink and winks at Peter.

Obadiah doesn’t seem too happy and turns slightly towards Peter.

“Why don’t you go fetch me a drink, pet.” Peter looks between the older man and Tony before nodding.

Peter leaves the two men in search of the bar which is nearly at the other side of the casino, he orders Obadiah his usual and even treats himself to a fruity drink before taking his time to walk back. Peter finishes his drink before he gets back to Obadiah, he usually doesn’t like Peter drinking so he ditches the glass near a slot machine and holds the scotch in both hands.

Obadiah is still talking with Tony when Peter gets back, they’re talking in hushed whispers and Peter assumes that it’s about business.

“Here sir.” Peter murmurs as he hands over the frosted glass tumbler.

Obadiah takes the glass and flicks him off, Peter takes a step back and bows his head, eyes trained on Obadiahs shoes again.

“Now that isn’t how you treat your fiancèe Stane, little respect goes a long way.” Peter tenses up when Obadiah grabs his arm tightly.

“I’ll treat him however I want, isn’t that right pet?” Obadiahs fingers dig further into his arm causing Peter’s teeth to grit.

“Yes sir.” Peter wishes Tony hadn’t of said anything, for what he’s done Peter is going to suffer for.

Obadiah forces a finger under his chin and makes him look up.

“Good boy.” He pushes Peter to the side, a slosh of scotch drenching his white fur coat.

Peter whines low and quiet in his throat as he tugs his coat off, the fur is already staining quickly and realistically he knows Obadiah will just buy him another but he still liked this one.

“I’m going to go back to our room.” Peter says softly.

“Hm.” Obadiah doesn’t care, just turns back to Tony.

Peter takes one last look at his fiancée and Tony before grabbing his keycard and making his way to the lobby of the casino. As Peter waits for the elevator he frustratedly slips his heels off and holds them in his hands as he walks barefoot into the elevator, just before the door closes a hand slides between them and forces them to slide back open.

“Mind if I... I was hoping I’d catch you.” Tony says as he steps into the elevator.

Peter frowns and crowds himself into a corner.

“I don’t think I caught your name.” Peter fiddles with his diamond bracelet before sighing.

“Peter.” Tony nods and leans up against the mirrored wall.

“Does he always treat you like that?” Peter stares at Tony rudely.

“It’s none of your business what my fiancée does to me.” Obadiah has beaten the response into Peter.

Don’t let them pry into our lives pet, they don’t understand that our kind of love is different.

Peter knows Obadiah is a bad man. He’s not stupid.

“Fair enough. It’s just, well, the bruises on your arms tell me differently.” Tony says, voice calm.

“Why do you even care?” Peter can’t help but ask.

“Because sometimes all it takes is one thing for an abused person to realise that they deserve better. In this case I’d be that thing, if you were in fact getting abused.” Tony stares at Peter, brown eyes soft and warm. Not like Obadiahs piercing blue eyes.

“Thanks for the concern Mr Stark but I’m not being abused.” He is, god he wishes he could tell him.

“Of course, sorry for prying.” The elevator falls quiet.

When they hit the twentieth floor Tony turns to Peter and smiles.

“If anything happens, my room is 220.” Tony leaves the elevator.

Peter watches him as the doors close and takes a shaky breath when the elevator starts moving again.

God why didn’t he say anything? That was his out.

Before Peter can change his mind he stabs the twentieth floor button and waits for the elevator to go through the other floors before escaping out onto the floor he had only watched Tony walk down moments ago.

Peter hitches his dress up and jogs down the hallway until he finds room 220. Peter hesitates before knocking, if he does this there’s no going back. Peter knocks twice and the door swings open.

“I thought you might come.” Tony steps away from the door and ushers Peter in.

The room is lavish, all greens and silvers and certainly has a great view. Peter stands by the window looking out when a hand lands softly on his shoulder.

“Would you like a change of clothes? Diamonds and sheer lace is gorgeous don’t get me wrong but I figured you’d wanna be comfortable.” Tony is holding what looks like sweats and a well worn band shirt.

Peter thanks him and starts to undress.

“Woah, not that I don’t like what I’m seeing but maybe you should change in the bathroom?” Oh yeah.

Peter isn’t use to having his own privacy, because whatever is his is everyone else’s. Obadiah didn’t like him hiding, taught him to not be ashamed of his body. Peter knows it was only for his sick pleasure, once again, he’s not stupid.

Peter changes in the bathroom and even rids his face of the small dusting of makeup, he folds his dress up and leaves the bathroom to see Tony sitting on one of the arm chairs.

“Thank you.” Peter says as he places the dress on the coffee table by his coat.

“It’s no biggie, Stanes an asshole and shouldn’t be treating you like your expendable.” Tony seems to be nursing a drink and Peter notices that his red shirt his unbuttoned a little and his shoes are nowhere to be seen.

“I’ve been planning to get away for a while now, there’s just never a good opportunity for me. Obadiah always knows where I am, he has people tailing me at all times because of the last incident.” Peter mentions as he settles on a comfy looking arm chair.

“He let you go off on your own this time.” Peter snorts.

“Just because you can’t seem them doesn’t mean they can’t see you.” Obadiah had said the same thing to him after the first time he tried to escape.

“That man is fucked in the head.” Peter nods.

“Tell me about it.” Tony leans forward and sets his drink down.

“How’d you get with him in the first place?”

“My parents died and promised me to him as payment for their debt.” Peter admits, it’s sad but true.

“Shit. Do you have any other family?” Peter nods.

“My Aunt May, she lives in Queens.” Tony rubs at his beard then makes a small noise.

“I can take you to her?” Peter tenses.

“You can’t, she’d be in so much danger, Obadiah would go after her. He already threatened to kill her if I didn’t stay.”

“I could protect you and your Aunt, Peter. I’m surprised you haven’t recognised me but I do own more than half of Manhattan. Being the Don has its perks.” Peter takes a moment to think over Tony’s words.

“You’re the man Obadiah’s so afraid of?” Tony chuckles.

“He’s only scared because I could make him go missing in an instant.” Peter has an idea pop into his head.

“If you protect me and my Aunt I can help you bring him down. I know everything about everything, Obadiah thought I was some stupid slut that never listened but I could tell you anything. I could even get you inside his office where he keeps all his plans.” Peter says excitedly.

“You’d do that?” Tony stands from his chair.

“If I can have the chance to bring this fucker down hell yeah!” Tony laughs and walks to Peter.

“I have such a good feeling about you Peter.”

Peter holds the gun against Obadiahs head, pastel pink muzzle digging into his temple.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since forever.” Peter says as he takes the safety off.

“C’mon love don’t play with your prey, we have a reservation to get to. You’re Aunt won’t wait any longer.” Peter pouts at Tony who comes to stand behind him.

Tony slides one arm around his waist and the other follows down his arm and wraps around his trigger hand, finger coming to the trigger above Peter’s.

“And just when it was getting fun.” Peter clicks his tongue and lets Tony pull the trigger.

Obadiah slumps and Peter wipes the muzzle of the gun on the dead man’s shirt getting rid of residual blood.

“You look so hot when you kill baby.” Tony says as he takes Peter’s hand in his own.

“I know.” Peter smiles at his husband and tucks his gun into the holster around his thigh.

“Shall we?” Tony leads Peter out of the office and down to the waiting car.

Happy drives them to the restaurant where they celebrate their first anniversary as a married couple.

#starker #tony x peter #obadiah stane is peter’s fiancèe #obadiah is abusive #abuse warning #mafia starker #death

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bangtanbetchfics · 5 years

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Aperitivo (m) | jinkook capsule

genre: smuttiest of smut, fluff, angst rating: explicit pairing: kim seokjin x female reader x jeon jungkook word count: 5.0k suggested listening: taste - red velvet | miniskirt - aoa | ice queen - baekhyun | melting point - gwsn | playlist warnings: explicit language, explicit/casual sex, masturbation, vouyerism, alcohol use summary: on the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs on your vacation in venice. notes: this is smut with a plot, but i'm warning you now to get your life together before reading. put your seatbelts on, read safely and enjoy! *** collaboration info: come join us as we explore europe with BTS through fanfiction. our members chose an european location and a bts member/combo to adventure with, inspired by the group’s most recent extended time off. our fics range from fluff to smut, exploring our fantasies and ideations of what it would be like to travel with the boys. we invite you to go on this journey with us! fellow collaborators: smuttymess | som-siren | chaosbulldog navigation: part ii | kim taehyung on vacation - (eros) | masterlist

A · PER · I · TI · VO | A pre-meal drink specifically meant to whet your appetite.

The pulses of your breath escape your mouth as you run down the platform to catch your train. You’ve only got three minutes to reach your car before the doors shut, and of course you’re in second class — the very last car.

The extreme burn in your chest overtakes you as you reach the doors of your car and slide them open. The train wiggles a bit before you find your seat. You attempt to sit and almost fall down, but you catch yourself.

The city you were once in starts to whisk away through the window, and you put your hand in your chin to look out at the view for a moment.

Your hands make their way into your purse, and you sift through it, pulling out your phone. A few buzzes radiate from it, and a rapid succession of text notifications pop up.

[14:18] [DELETE HIS NUMBER NOW]: bb pls, gimme one more chance

[14:19] [DELETE HIS NUMBER NOW]: pls pls pls i won’t do it again

[14:19] [DELETE HIS NUMBER NOW]: come ON

The desperation dripping through the texts causes you roll your eyes. A low growl develops in your throat before you click the contact.

Your thumb hovers over the word [BLOCK] for a moment.

Suddenly, you give in and press it.

You were done with this. You weren’t quite sure when you became a magnet for men who liked to cheat, but you were done with second, third and fourth chances. When you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you while you were on vacation, you decided to call it quits.

Fuck him.

He was never that good in bed anyway, and this vacation was a welcome reprieve from your recent breakup.

As far as you were concerned, all men were now cancelled until further notice.

A sigh escapes your lips as you toss your phone back in your bag. As you lean your head against the window, your eyes flutter to a close and you drift off to sleep.

***

The train glides over a sea of blue as you open your eyes, and it immediately feels like you’re floating across the sea.

A smile curls up on your lips as you prepare to deboard. A wave of calm washes over you as you exit and the salty scent of the sea hits your nose.

Your eyes meet the expanse of the sun setting over the Venetian harbour, and you release a warm sigh.

***

As you get off one of the — as you now knew — vaporetto, you pull your array of luggage behind you. You never did know how to pack light. You grumble as you continue to drag your luggage over the small cobblestones covering the streets of — you look down at your map — Giudecca.

You heard staying on the Venetian mainland in the middle of the summer was probably not the best idea, so you found a place to stay a bit off the beaten path.

Beads of sweat start to form on your head, and you let out a few breaths as you stop in front your destination.

[PANETERRIA DE JIN]

The sweet aroma of pastries detracts your attention for a moment before you look down at your phone and conclude that this is indeed the location.

A little jingle rings from the bell above your head as you enter the bakery, and it catches the attention of a tall man behind the register.

“One moment, I’ll be right with you!”

The man shouts out as he looks over in your direction. He hands a small older woman cash, nodding and smiling to hurry her.

“Yes Ms. Kim. Of course, Ms. Kim.”

As you look around, you find that the bakery is cozy and filled with subtle nods to both Korean and Italian culture. Pastel pink accents fill the place and give it a genial charm.

You get closer to a display case by the register to look at some of the treats: Sweet Red Bean Cream Cannolis, Fish-Shaped Pastries, Fresh Honey Doughnuts — the works. Every single pastry was beautiful, and you were in awe at how uniform every single one was.

The man then washes and dries his hands before jogging past you. He quickly flips the sign at the front door of the shop to “closed” and jogs back over to you. He then grabs the handle of your suitcase before extending a hand out to you.

“Hello, so sorry.” His voice comes out in a gentle, sing-song manner and it makes the corners of your lips lift.

Your eyes grow wide as you drink him in: Deep brown almond eyes, poreless skin, shiny plump lips and his satiny-pink hair was swooped into a middle part over one of his eyes. You wonder to yourself how a man this attractive found himself working in a bakery.

You shake your head to snap yourself out of your daze.

Remember. Men are cancelled.

“I’m Jin. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/N. Y- You own this place?” The lump in your throat becomes apparent as you shake his hand in return. Jin lifts one of his dark brows at you before his lips curl into a smile.

“Wow, were you just checking me out?” Jin’s eyes turn into little crescents as he laughs and he places a finger gun under his chin. He laughs even harder as your cheeks flush in embarrassment at him calling you out. He pats your shoulder to relieve you.

“Aigoo. I’m kidding...I’m kidding . And yes, I own this bakery. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” Jin begins to lift one of your suitcases up a hidden set of stairs in the back of the bakery.

Chivalry wasn’t dead? Okay. Noted.

***

The room is small, clean and simple —- just as described. A small picture window looks out onto the Ventian harbour, adding charm to the room.

“Modest, but it works for you, right?” Jin looks to you and you give him a nod.

“My assistant and I have rooms next door, and the shared bathroom is in the hall as well.” You nod again in affirmation, before your stomach makes the loudest and most ungodly sound from hunger.

“Also, guests can get as many pastries as they want from downstairs for free.” Jin winks at you, and you let out a soft chuckle.

As Jin leaves the room, you throw yourself back onto the plush sheets and sigh.

You look over to the night table and you pluck a pink rose from its vase. You press it to your nose before you reach into your pocket and pull out a worn photo of you kissing a man.

Your eyes study it for a moment, but you quickly tear it and toss the remnants over you.

***

The summer sun settles on your features, and the warm rays tickle you awake. A small yawn slips from your mouth, and you sit up to stretch your arms.

The toasty essence of bread travels up your nose as you look around the room.

“Oh.” A small plate of various breakfast pastries is on the night table next to your bed. You immediately grab the pastries, scarfing them down before taking sips of the hot tea next to it.

“Gonna need more of those.”

***

As you approach the bakery, you pause for a moment as you see a new man at the counter.

You double back and peek around the corner, peering at him. Your eyes flick to the strong veins in his hands as he continues to write. A tattoo sleeve runs down the same arm from his short-sleeved chef's jacket.

“Can I help you?” The man asks without looking up from the paper he’s writing on.

The fact that he notices your presence makes you jump, and you slowly walk into the bakery — guilty as charged.

“W-Who are you? Do you work here?”

“Who are you ?” He inquires, standing up to lean against the counter.

Your defenses fall at how his dark doe eyes take you in. His earrings — silver swords —- catch the morning light and accentuate the sparkle in his eyes.

A few other piercings line his ears, and his dark hair hangs in his eyes. His muscles all still somehow protrude through the fabric of his chef’s uniform.

“I’m Jungkook. You can call me JK, though. I’m Jin’s assistant chef.”

Jungkook grins at you, and he watches closely as you lose yourself in his eyes.

"What is it? Cat got your tongue?" He tucks a few long strands of his hair behind his ear before he extends his hand out to you.

“Uhm, I’m Y/N. I’m staying above the bakery for a few nights.” You shake his hand in return, and you're sure he can detect the nerves radiating from your fingers.

“Oh, is that so?”

Your pulse increases in pace as he studies your features. He looks down to pull one of the pastries you point your finger at, and he packages it nicely before your eyes.

“That’ll be ten-fifty euros, Y/N.”

"For two doughnuts ?" Your mouth drops open in shock, and Jungkook’s smile extends wide over his face.

“But Jin sai-” Jin appears, and laughs before he moves behind the counter.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Jungkook,” Jin gives him a look, and he stands down. “He’s kidding.”

Jungkook suppresses his smile a bit as he looks at you, before folding his arms. Jin hands you the bag, and you take it.

“We’re about to open, but I’ll take you around the city this evening —- and then a baking class with us tomorrow, as promised in the listing.”

You look outside, and a line of frantic women are waiting eagerly outside the door. You nod at Jin, and you exit, noticing as Jungkook’s eyes follow you.

A heat burns your cheeks as you clutch the bag of treats to your chest.

Fuck.

Men are cancelled. Men are cancelled. Men are cancelled. Men are cancelled.

You repeat the mantra over and over in your head as you ascend the stairs back to your room, but that doesn’t alleviate the twinge you feel in between your legs.

***

“Ah-ah-” You quietly mewl as a wave of pleasure hits you, and you pull your right hand from your underwear. You run your fingers through your hair and run your tongue over your lips as your heart rate slows.

No, no. You definitely didn’t just fantasize about those two incredibly attractive pastry chefs fucking you. You most definitely didn’t. What the fuck was wrong with you?

Your eyes float to the picture window above your head, and you spring up as you take in the sunset.

You pull a towel and a washcloth from the drawer beside you, and head toward the bathroom in the hall.

The door is shut, and you quietly rap at it.

“Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom if you don’t mind.”

The soft trickles of the shower end, and after a moment —- the door whips open.

The crisp scent of soap hits your nostrils before you notice Jungkook is towering over you, half-naked. A small towel over his lower body is the only thing covering him. It takes you a moment to draw your eyes away from his body, but you quickly bring yourself back to Earth.

“All yours, but my eyes are up here.” A few stray beads of water drip from the hair that clings to his face down the golden, muscular dips in his body. Your body is still frozen as you look at him.

“And hot tip: maybe you should be a little quieter next time?” Jungkook whispers in your ear, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. It takes you a second to realize what he means, and you watch him as he enters his room — the one directly next to yours. He shoots you a wink before shutting the door.

As you scurry into the bathroom, you force the breath from your throat and cup your forehead in embarrassment.

Did he know?

Jungkook absolutely knew what you just did in your room.

Shit.

***

“Are you ready?” Jin stands outside of the bakery, and lights up as soon as he sees you.

The moonlight glimmers on the sea as the two of you approach the vaporetto, heading to San Marco.

“I’m taking you to St. Mark’s Square, and to one of the best Italian places in the city.”

You nod, following him into the boat.

***

“What brings you to Italy?” The two of you deboard the vaporetto and head toward the square. “I just needed a break from my real life to be honest.”

“Oh?” Jin raises a brow as the two of you dodge the pigeons littering your path.

“Bad breakup,” You pause. “He was a cheater anyway.”

“Gave the rest of us men a bad name, huh?” Jin tries to lighten the mood and you nod.

A man is nearby and selling single roses, and Jin swoops one into your hands — handing the man a euro coin.

“Well, hopefully I can get your mind off things.” Jin smiles at you, and it makes you smile in relief.

***

“We’ll take the gondola back over to Giudecca.” You shrink in embarrassment.

“Isn’t that just for couples?” Jin shakes his head.

“No, it’s a handy form of transportation, too.” He lets out a squeaky laugh and you giggle with him as he pulls you into the boat. "You're in Italy. You just have to do it."

As you’re halfway towards the bakery, the gondolier starts to break out into a serenade.

Jin senses your embarrassment, and he suddenly breaks out into song with the man.

"Jin stop!" You clutch your gut in laughter and after awhile Jin sits back down.

You wipe the happy tears from your eyes and Jin smiles at you.

Both of your smiles suddenly drop as you look at each other just a moment too long.

You weren’t sure what got into you: Jungkook’s subtle flirtations in the back of your mind, Jin’s smile and his lips, remnants of your breakup, the moonlight — it was all too much for you to hold in right at that moment. You put your fingers on Jin’s collar and press your lips to his. Jin takes the kiss in, and cups your chin in his hands.

The gondolier smiles to himself as he watches the two of you.

***

Jin leads you into his room, and presses you into the wall. The door shuts lightly and is left slightly ajar, but the two of you are too caught up in each other to notice.

Jin kisses you, pressing himself between your legs. You take in his scent — the essence of what smells like a sweet vanilla. His caresses on your hair are soft, and his skin glides over yours like silk. He reaches below to slide his fingers into your underwear and you let out a moan.

“Thin walls.” Jin whispers into your ear as he covers your mouth. You heave as his fingers torturously work inside you, and you clutch his wrist to try to slow his pace. You try to keep quiet as he asks, but it’s no use.

Jungkook jogs up the stairs and hears soft moans filling the hall, and he realizes Jin’s door is slightly open.

Jungkook peeks at the scene between the two of you for a few moments before he feels the tug of fabric tightening around his bulge. The stifled and needy moans that fall from your lips only serve to turn him on further.

Jungkook returns to his room and starts to massage his throbbing cock — but he imagines himself pleasuring you instead as he hears your moans through the wall.

***

You jolt from your sleep in the dead of the night as you feel your bed shake. It takes you a bit to orient yourself, but you hear the moans of two females through the walls.

It sounded like Jungkook was fucking two females in the room next to you.

He was. So hard that your bed was shaking.

Of course he was.

You roll your eyes and press a pillow over your head before you force yourself back to sleep.

***

The bustle of people outside in the morning wakes you, and you spring from your bed to head to the bathroom.

As you look around, you spot a lacy pair of underwear on the rack. You take a second before you snatch them and crumple them in your hand.

You head to Jungkook’s door, banging at it with your fist.

“Is there a problem?” Jungkook looks down at you as he opens the door and hangs in its frame.

“I’m going to give you zero stars on this listing is the fucking problem.” You fling the underwear in his face. “All I heard last night was you fucking. I barely got any sleep.”

“Oh, so you were listening, huh?” Mischief dances in Jungkook's eyes and he grins. You glare up at Jungkook, your expression still brimming with displeasure.

“You’re being so uptight. You know it’s 2019 and people fuck, right?” You scoff at him.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” He bites his lip before he runs his fingers through his hair.

Uptight.

The word swirls around your head and it makes the blood boil in your veins. Everyone in your life seemed to throw that phrase at you, and this moment was the crescendo to your breaking point.

You were tired of hearing it.

Uptight.

In a split second, you grab Jungkook’s shirt to pull him down to your level.

“I’m not uptight.” An animalistic anger overtakes you as you crash your lips into his and then pull at them with your teeth.

Jungkook moans into the kiss and you feel a deep hunger from him each time your lips meet.

The moans that escape your mouth start to sync with his as he guides you in the room and closer to his bed. Your hand slides underneath his shirt, and your fingers skate over the hard dips that line his abdomen and chest.

“I think you wanted me to find them. Is that right?” Jungkook hums as he sits on the bed, pulling you down to his lap.

“And why would I want to do that?” The kisses between you grow in heat as your mouths open wider and your tongues intertwine.

“You imagined one of those girls was me, didn’t you?” You grit out in a whisper. Jungkook presses his fingers firm into the meaty flesh of your thighs as he pulls you tighter to his frame.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You snap your lips from his and look from the new glint on his mouth up to his eyes. He runs his hands up your shirt, eagerly anticipating your next move.

"I want you inside of me." You feel him twitch below you before your teeth grab his ear. You steady your breaths and your eyes close as he enters you.

"Is that big enough for you?" You let out an involuntary moan as you feel him fill you, but you refocus your thoughts.

“I hate you.” You nibble at his lips, and your fingertips squeeze the back of his neck for support.

You grind your hips into him —- slow at first —- but quickly picking up pace. You let out a whimper at how hard his cock is inside you as you start to lift your hips, slamming up and down on him.

"I'm gonna cum if you go that fast," There’s a strain to his moans as you move on top of him and it satisfies you. He throws his head back, trying to pace his breaths, but it fails.

"Ah, sh-" He whimpers as your slick walls squeeze him relentlessly. You moan in pleasure as you feel his warm load fill you. You steal one more kiss from his lips before you look at him.

“How’s that for uptight?” You pant, as you look at him below you — his face fucked out and glistening with sweat.

“Fuck you.” Jungkook breathes out as he watches you catch your breath.

"You loved it." He says as he smacks your ass.

You give him the middle finger, and he chuckles.

***

As you enter the bakery, Jungkook looks up from what he’s writing to look at you.

You look refreshed from your shower, but Jungkook smirks at you — pleased that just moments ago he filled you to the brim with his cum.

"Please don't look so satisfied." You glare at him and he hands you an apron. You try to snatch it, but he pulls it behind his back.

Jungkook closes in on you and lets out a chuckle as he watches your cheeks grow red. He places a hard kiss on your lips before the two of you hear footfalls approach.

"Behave." You point your finger at him before you immediately separate. He gives you another smirk as he hands you the apron.

“So sorry I'm late. I had to run some errands this morning. Are you ready, Y/N?” Jin slips behind the counter and looks at the two of you.

You don’t make eye contact with either of them as you put on your apron.

“Today we’ll be making a simple puff pastry.”

Jin starts to demonstrate the process and you watch him. You can't help but get swept up in how sexy he is while he's working, and Jungkook takes notice.

Jungkook clears his throat and it catches the attention of both you and Jin.

"That's only one way of getting it done. You could also drop it into the mixer for a faster process."

"You're right. But we like to show off to our guests a little bit, right?" Jin winks at you and you can't help but giggle at his natural charm.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in jealousy and Jin smiles to himself.

Jungkook and Jin continue to knead at their own pile of dough as they each sneak glances over at you. You continue at your pile of dough to distract yourself from the encounters you had with the two of them.

"Oh, mine is getting super sticky." You wail, and Jungkook jogs over to assist you.

Jungkook stands behind you and tosses flour over the dough.

"It’s okay, it's just too wet ." Jungkook says into your ear, and then puts his hands on top of yours to help you knead the dough. It sends a shiver down your spine, and you try to suppress the urge to bite your bottom lip.

Jungkook shoots Jin a satisfied look as he walks by, and Jin glowers at him.

You realize at that moment that they both reached the same conclusion at the same time: they both fucked you.

The air between the three of you thickens as you all knead in silence — all of you attempting to sneak glances at each other.

After a few moments, Jin clears his throat.

“We should all have aperitivo here tonight.”

You and Jungkook nod, sensing Jin is up to something.

***

The three of you sit on the floor with your legs underneath a small coffee table that’s adorned with small candles. A decadent spread of meats, cheeses and wines is before you.

There’s still a certain silence between all of you, Jin and Jungkook on either side of you.

“The class was nice,” You start, trying to clear the air.

Jin reaches his hand out for the last cheese cube and Jungkook steals it. Jin hums and then glowers at him, before feeding you a slice of meat.

“So, thank you,” You can still sense a certain electricity between the two.

As you take a sip of prosecco, your eyes lock with Jin’s — his sensual expression drawing you in as he looks at you.

“Something you must know about me is that I don’t like sharing,” Jin begins and you place your glass down to focus your attention on him. “But...I wouldn’t mind doing so tonight.”

Jin‘s voice hits your ears like honey. You feel your pulse pump in your throat before Jin starts to close in on your lips. He stops just before his lips meet yours to look at you, and you nod.

Jungkook observes the two of you and gets the hint before turning your chin to face him.

You're taken by surprise as he looks down at your lips, and then up to your eyes a few times before he envelops your lips in his.

The two continue the fight for your lips: Jungkook’s kisses were unrestrained and bold. Jin’s kisses were more drawn out — torturous and focused. You pant as the different sensations and sudden switches between the two men start to overwhelm your senses.

The two of them smooth their hands over your bare inner thighs under your skirt as they move to kiss your neck and shoulders. They peel off the straps of your bra as they watch you, and you gasp in desperation as they reveal your fully erect nipples.

Jungkook and Jin move to lick your breasts, but they only lick just outside of your nipples. You whine as you comb your fingers through their hair, desperate for relief. Jungkook and Jin always just miss contact with your dampening folds below — and you can’t help but think they’re trying to punish you.

Your try to squeeze your legs together to alleviate the ache, but the two part your legs, holding you firmly open.

"Please." You whine out before Jungkook slips his palm over your underwear and then moves to press his fingers to rub circles into your throbbing clit. You sigh in relief as you turn your head to look at him.

Jin slinks away —- standing up to slowly unbutton his shirt as he watches the two of you.

Jungkook takes you over and unleashes the full fury of his lips and tongue on your mouth. His hands frantically roam the curves of your body as you let out achy moans. Your fingers pull at his hair as he squeezes one of your legs between his thighs — and you feel him start to grind his rock solid cock on your leg.

Jungkook nibbles on your neck, his hot breaths moving to the depths of your ear. He starts to unbutton his shirt as he continues to kiss you.

All you can do is let out a cry of pleasure as Jin moves back in, capturing your breast in his mouth. You whine as you feel Jin pull your underwear to the side —- beginning to slide his slender fingers into your wet crevice.

“Does that feel good?” Jungkook asks, placing small kisses on your lips as you try to nod through the pleasure.

Goosebumps veil your skin as Jungkook trails kisses down your body — his long hair tickling your skin until he reaches between your legs.

You’re now fully able to concentrate on Jin’s plush lips, taking them into your own. You reach down and massage his bulge before he pulls his lips from yours after a moment to watch Jungkook.

Jungkook hooks his fingers into your underwear and starts to roll them down, inch-by-inch, as he places light kisses on your sensitive inner thighs.

You bring a finger to your mouth to bite your nails as Jungkook’s eyes fuck into yours — relishing in how he’s torturing you.

Jungkook finally slips your underwear off in one quick motion before he dives into you. You let out a guttural groan, but Jin captures it with his lips.

“How does my little kitten taste?” Jin asks you through kisses. Your brows furrow together after he suddenly releases your lips, and you watch him slink down between your legs.

Jin watches Jungkook lap at you for a minute.

“Is she sweet?” Jungkook nods, and then pulls back. Jin licks a few stripes up you before the two take turns licking you, and you hook your arms over the back of the couch as you watch them.

Jin pulls you over to his bed, resting your head in his now-naked lap. You grab his cock and start to suck at it as Jungkook enters you. You moan onto Jin, and he starts to caress your head as you work.

Jungkook lets out strained groans as he takes in the scene between you and Jin as he pumps into you.

The pleasure Jungkook provides you causes you take Jin deeper into your mouth, despite his large size. Jungkook’s pace gets sloppier and more frantic as he watches you, and you stop sucking Jin to look at Jungkook pounding into you.

"You're so fucking tight. Shit." The eye contact between you two causes Jungkook to lose it, and he pulls out — exploding his load onto your abdomen.

Jungkook pants as Jin flips you onto your stomach —- lifting your hips into the air.

Jin enters you from behind and you groan at his thickness as you take him in. Jungkook slides down next to you, watching as Jin snaps his hips into yours. You moan at each thrust, and Jungkook takes your lips into his.

“You like that?” Jungkook asks between kisses, and you give him a frantic nod.

“Fuck her. Harder.” Jungkook’s kisses grow firmer — and Seokjin’s thrusts deeper and more ruthless, and it sends you over the edge. You freeze from the intensity of the pleasure, and the pressure of your walls causes Jin to release inside of you.

All three of you pant as you collapse next to each other.

You press your head into the bed as you catch your breath. It exposes your neck, and the two press kisses into the vulnerable skin.

“I don’t think I can ever leave this bed now.” You say as your fingers push through their hair, and you feel their lips curl up on your skin.

“Whatever do you mean?” Jin props his head up in his hand. “We haven’t even eaten dinner yet.”

Jungkook looks to Jin and the both of them smile down at you.

You bite your lip and cover your eyes before you let out a buoyant laugh.

Fuck.

Maybe men weren’t quite so cancelled after all.

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whirlybirbs · 5 years

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“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “ with hopper? please!

—- SO MUCH FOR THAT ;

summary: hopper interrupts a home invasion. cue the bullets, russians, injuries, freak-out’s... everything you didn’t want. date night, ruined.word count: 2.2kpairing: hopper x teacher!reader, from my fic moonrise radio.a/n: we love some good ol’ action to further the drabble plot machine.

Hopper knows something’s not right -- he can feel it in his gut, sitting there like hot, molten piece of lead that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand upright.

It’s a feeling he’s never really gotten used to. Even after Vietnam, even after all those years working homicide in New York, even after The Upside Down, the feeling still makes his skin crawl. It’s one that can only really be described as dread -- a deeply-rooted recognition of something being wrong.

He knocks on your front door again, only to be met with silence.

His watch reads 6:43pm.

If Jim knows anything, it’s that you’re not standing him up -- especially when you’d excitedly accept his offer for the ride to the drive-in’s. You’d been nothing but honest and kind and sweet and pretty and an absolute dream, and even though doubt bites at his mind, Jim Hopper pushes it far away.

He decides to snoop.

Snooping is what he does best.

He leans, peaking around through the front window and spies nothing out of place, really. The lights are off, as if no one’s home, but your faithful jet-black Camaro sits a few feet behind him in the drive-way to contradict that possibility... unless someone came along and picked you up?

Hm.

Then, something catches his attention.

Light flickers, blue and inky black, across the window in nothing more than a passing reflection.

Over the couch, your television sits.

It’s on.

Jim chews his lip.

He has two options in that moment -- walk away, decide this was maybe never meant to be, go home, and order take-out from King Chef. Or, he can reach for that doorknob and hope you don’t bear spray him again.

He exhales, planting his hands on his hips.

Then he sees the boot mark right below the deadbolt.

His eyes widen in realization.

There’s no question in his mind when he doubles back to his Blazer and pulls out a handgun from the center console -- he’s fast to check off the safety and pull the hammer back; he bites his tongue, wishing he’d just trusted his fuckin’ gut from the get-go.

The door is unlocked.

It swings open without a sound.

The T.V. is loud -- blaring some MTV music video that echoes off the walls of the house. It’s late now, nearly 7pm, and the sun has crept below the hills of Hawkins and drenched your home in all types of shadows. Jim’s footfalls are quiet as they can be as he raises his gun and begins to move through the home.

He stops short at the couch, noting the remote on the floor feet away and the mess of blankets dragged from the pastel pink sofa.

In front of the television, that old radio you’d first heard those faux-Russian communique's on lays.

It’s smashed to smithereens.

Hopper turns, then, and sees you in the kitchen.

Your eyes are pulled wider than a mile in fear as you rock in the high-back chair, trying desperately to scream something, but it comes out as nothing more than a muffled cry. There’s a tight strip of black duct tape along your mouth, a matching strip across your torso and hips.

If there’s anything Jim’s learned from moments like these, it’s that your brain never really understands what’s going on until it’s too late.

In his circumstance, he doesn’t realize what’s going on until he’s being charged by a man a little smaller than himself, decked in all black, screaming in a language that sets off thirty thousand red flags in his head. He sees the knife first -- Jim doesn’t even have time to react when he’s tackled into the sofa.

His gun clatters across the foyer, sliding onto the patterned linoleum of your kitchen floor.

Your eyes widen, trained on the handgun sitting feet from you.

This has not been a good hour.

When the doorbell had rung at 5:30, you’d excitedly chirped that Hop was early for your date -- not that you minded -- before you were suddenly being forced backwards at knife-point by two men screaming in Slavic tongues.

They’d then, unceremoniously, searched the house for that damn radio after binding you to the kitchen chair and interrogating you about some Energy Department in the most broken English you’ve heard in a while.

On MTV, Bonnie Tyler’s Holding Out For a Hero begins to play.

And now, here you are, hopping up and down in this fuckin’ chair, trying to get closer to the gun as the two grown men in your living room recreate Street Fighter and make quick work on destroying all of your furniture.

Almost there.

Sqreeak, sqreaak, sqreaak.

Jim takes a nasty upper cut to the jaw and hits the floor so hard the whole house shakes.

You freeze, panic lighting up in your chest as the assailant leaps onto him -- in a well-timed moment of mis-calculation, you forget about the lip in the kitchen and suddenly, you and the chair are toppling to the ground. The sound is loud, followed by your muffle groan of pain, and it sends the Russian’s head snapping to the sound.

Jim plants a hard kick to the guy’s groin, sending him into a feeble curl as Jim rolls away, hair wild and nose bleeding profusely. He’s fast to punch the guy while he’s down, absolutely wailing on him.

You’re kicking now, trying to get Jim’s fuckin’ attention -- and only once the man before his feet has stilled completely that Hop rises from the ground and moves into the kitchen, knife in his hand.

“MOO!” is the sound coming from your mouth as Hop plucks you and the chair up, squinting at you, “MERE’S MOO!”

His lips part and his brows knot.

“Moo...?”

You serve him a look and he’s fast to rip the duct tape from your nose and mouth, wincing slightly as you curse and hiss, eyes ringed with make-up from the tears that had gathered there -- you speak so quick, Jim has to gawk.

“There’s two,” you gasp for air, “Jim, Jim, get my hands free --”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding --”

He saws at the tape.

Then the footsteps start from the stairwell.

You both freeze, gazes connecting.

Back door, you mouth.

Jim nods.

You claw at the tape on your ankles, jaw clenching as you stand -- Jim’s hands are on you in an instant, worry lighting up his face; he’s quick to note the black bruise forming around your left eye and up your cheek.

You’re fast to snatch up the gun by his feet and hand it to him, though, moving past the fear in your chest and gesturing for him to follow you towards the back sliding door.

“дерьмо!” you hear from the living room, rolling from the larger Russian’s tongue in a carnal bellow, “вернитесь сюда!”

You, then, unceremoniously shove Jim Hopper off your back deck.

You follow, hitting the soft grass with a groan as gunfire suddenly lights up the back of the house and the windows shatter, raining down through the slats in the wood -- for a moment, you both roll in pain; but it doesn’t last.

“Time t’ go!”

“No shit, Jim!”

He snatches your hand, dragging you from the grass and around the house -- you both break into a sprint towards Hop’s cruiser, ignoring the man who’s now in chase.

Jim muscles the gun from his waistband and chucks you the keys. “Drive!”

You catch them, by some grace, and fumble to find the ignition key on the ring as Jim lays down fire that seems to not phase the huge Russsian coming right at him in a ski-mask.

“Shit, shit, shit shit shit shit, shit shit --”

“Ты мертв!”

“FUCK OFF!”

Your hands are shaking, keys jingling as you try each and every fucking one. Anger flares in your face, eyes darting to Jim on the front lawn popping off rounds.

“Jim, what key!?”

“GOLD!”

You finally get the key, the Blazer roars alive.

The second Jim’s ass is in the seat, you floor it.

You skirt around the cul-de-sac as gunfire ricochets off the side of the car, your own scream fading into the peel-out as Jim curses and flies into the side of the door. An apology flies from your lips as you put the pedal to the metal and fly out of your street, onto the main road.

Jim’s twisted around the back of the seat, eyes set on the fading house and figure standing on your front lawn. He doesn’t even try to follow.

“Where should I go?” you ask, panic hitched in your tone.

“Starcourt,” Jim barks without hesitation.

“What?!” you cry, flinging your head around to look at him with an exasperated look, “What the hell do you mean, Starcourt?!”

“Just,” Jim seethes, jaw set tight, “Trust me --”

“You said --” you screech, finger raising as you head down the main straight in town at 80mph, “You said that... that those communications are fake!”

“Yeah,” Jim snaps, “They are!”

“Oh, okay, great, Jim, then why don’t you explain to me why the fuck I was just bound and gagged in my own kitchen! By two men! WHO DON’T EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH --”

“Murph’, calm down --”

“No! No, nope, no,” you shove his arm, “Do not tell me to calm down, Jim Hopper --”

His mouth snaps shut and he turns, sitting forward and exhaling tightly through his nose. His eyes flutter shut as he speaks, trying to imitate the same calmness he wish he had.

“I’m sorry.”

“I am freaking out --” your voice cracks and you regret it immediate, facade of fearlessness cracking under the sudden dive in your adrenaline.

Jim’s face softens, finally getting a good look at you. You look like hell. He’s sure he does, too, after the royal beat down he was served by Svedka in your living room. His hands move, carding through the blood matted tendrils by your temple. There’s a mean gash along your hairline that’s slowed up. The blood flakes away and Jim can’t help but wish he’d fuckin’ got to your house sooner.

“Hey, hey,” he calls, voice soft, “Look at me.”

You blink his way. You shrink.

The tears making your eyes swim break his whole heart on sight. Your lip quivers. Jim feels like he’s been punched in the gut. When you speak, your voice is as meek as a mouse.

“... That was really scary.”

“It’s over,” Hop says confidently, “Over. We’re going to go see the people who can make sure it’s over.”

“The Scoops Ahoy people?” you ask weakly through an attempt at a laugh.

Jim exhales softly in a chuckle, leaning to press a firm kiss to the side of your head. “Yeah, sweetie, you could say that.”

The rest of the ride is relatively quiet, filled by your sniffles and Jim turning to peek over his shoulder ever few minutes. When you finally pull up to the bustling Starcourt, you’re surprised when Jim gestures to the back and points.

“Head to the loading area.”

You squint, but follow the direction.

Rounding the parking lot, you see hordes of folks coming in for some Sunday evening shopping -- lone teens and families alike. The neon of the store fronts bounce off the windshield in slivers of purple and green.

Suddenly, as if out of no where, a gate appears around the back of the building and you’re pulled to a stop by four guards in Starcourt Mall gear. Jim’s face pulls into a heavy frown as he rolls down his window, flashing some sort of identification in his fold-out wallet.

“I’m here to see Owens, it’s an emergency --”

“And who the hell is she?”

Jim’s eyes narrow. You wring your hands on the steering wheel.

“... Officer Collins, is it?” Hop says slowly, “Do you see the bullet holes in the side of my cruiser?”

Silence flies between the four of them.

“And do you see the injuries on both myself and the lady driving?”

More silence.

“And did you not hear me say,” his voice raises an octave, vein in his neck popping as he begins to scream, “That this is an emergency?!”

The gate lifts with a BRRZZZZT.

And that’s how you find yourself in a very sterile interrogation room, pacing back and forth and back and forth for what feels like hours. It’s horrible -- the lights buzz and flicker fast enough to give you an even worse headache than the head injury does and it’s cold and you just wanted to go see a damn movie with Jim. Maybe kiss a little, fool around, have fun.

But, no. Here you are.

Finally, after an hour and a half, the door opens mid-conversation.

Jim is looming behind an older man.

They both look apologetic.

“And this must be our new Bond Girl, huh?”

“In the flesh,” Jim rumbles, “Murph’, this is Dr. Sam Owens. He’s a friend.”

You narrow your eyes. The man offers his hand and you shake it, speaking slowly. “I guess Jim and I are gonna miss our double feature, huh?”

“I’m afraid so, Miss Murphy,” he says, gesturing to the table and chair in the center of the room, “Now, why don’t you tell me about those men that broke into your home?”

He pulls the chair out for you.

You sigh.

This is going to be a long night.

So much for that date.

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Three Days ~ 1

~*~Sebastian~*~

"Where are the fucking chocolate chips?" Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud? I cut my eyes to each side and thankfully didn't see anyone. I'd been searching this aisle for-fucking- ever. The sign says "Baking Needs". Chocolate chips go in cookies. Cookies are baked. Therefore, chocolate chips should be in the aisle marked "Baking Needs”. Should be, but I can't fucking find them.

I about jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my elbow.

A soft female voice quickly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

This grocery trip is getting better and better. I guess there was someone in the aisle with me. I'm in long baggy athletic shorts, a black t-shirt, and a zippered hoodie with the hood up covering an old baseball cap. I was suddenly very aware that I look like a homeless guy who wandered into a Wegman's on the rich side of town.

I closed my eyes and mentally kicked myself in the ass before I turned around to meet the voice. Please, let it be a nice old lady.

And... nope. She's a little younger and shorter than me. Her long light brown hair has blonde highlights and hung in messy waves over a Pearl Jam tour shirt. I stopped there and focused on her bright green eyes. She's pretty. Says the slightly scary homeless guy.

I'm supposed to respond. Say something, Sebastian. "No, you didn't. Well, you did, but just because I thought no one was here to see me talking to myself."

"Oh, good." Her soft pink lips curved up at the sides. She has a very pretty smile. One that lights up her face. "Can I help you find something? You seem a little lost."

Yep, she thinks I'm a lost homeless guy. Well, that's the best case scenario. Her voice is soft, quiet, and soothing. Not afraid. More like she doesn't want me to be. Hmm.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"Ok." She smiled and nodded sympathetically before turning around.

I knew my answer was wrong as I was speaking. I should fix it. "Actually, if you wouldn't mind.” She turned back toward me with raised eyebrows. I proceeded to verbal vomit all over her. "This isn't my grocery store. I'm up from the city helping my parents unpack from a move. Mom wants to make some fudge and sent me here." I pointed up to the sign. "I thought chocolate chips would be in baking needs."

She smiled and her head bounced as she talked, "They are." She pointed down the aisle. "The other half of the baking aisle."

I felt my cheeks getting hot and knew they were turning red. I fought the urge to smack myself on the forehead. Instead I grimace and shook my head a little, "I didn't know they were halved. This is embarrassing."

"Not at all. It's not your store." She put her hand barely on my arm again, directing me. "This way."

As soon as we started walking she took her hand away. I wished she wouldn't have. I walked with her down the grocery aisle. A couple of things were going through my mind. She's even prettier than I first thought. Her eyes are striking. They have a circle of dark around the green. Her face is chiseled, but soft. I know, those two don't go together, but they do. She’s maybe got on mascara. Blush? Hell, I don’t know. Too often anymore women are caked in things that leave stains on my shirt. She doesn’t. She’s pretty. I keep going back to her being pretty. Very pretty.

Past the superficial, she seems kind. She offered to help a complete stranger. A rather sketchy looking one. And anytime I've said something self depreciating she refuted it with her tone of voice even more than her words. It's not often I run into a genuinely kind person. Sure, I know they exist, but me being me I struggle to believe it when I see it. I'm not so jaded to believe people put on act because of who I am. It's just that because of who I am it's harder to just meet someone and have them be real. They're more anxious than me and I'm making an effort to calm them, relax them, and be kind. So they're not being very genuine and it's hard to know if someone is kind if they're seriously trying not to shit themselves.

I walked with the kind and very pretty women to find chocolate chips. I should say something. Maybe salvage my self esteem. "I'm guessing this is your grocery."

"I'm here every week." She looked back at me, "Your parents just moved here?"

"Yes. They bought a house out by the river."

Excitement lifted her voice, "The old Blanchard place?"

I shrugged, "No idea."

"Deck over looking the pool. Pool house. Gorgeous view of the river and mountains."

How does she know the house my parents bought? Before I could ask, she answered. "Small town, big house, old family." She stopped and pointed at the shelf. "Chocolate chips."

Half a wall of chocolate chips. Shit. I laughed, "That's a lot of chips." I scanned and grabbed the dark chocolate ones. "Thank you."

She nodded and smiled, "What else is on your list?"

I smiled back, "Marshmallow cream and evaporated milk."

She took a few steps and pointed again, "Voila."

"Wow, that was easy. I should have found you sooner. I was pacing that other half an aisle searching each fucking row for a good ten minutes."

I'm a little disappointed this didn't take longer.

"Glad I could help."

I turned and slowly started in the direction of the check out, "Hope I didn't disrupt your shopping trip."

She held up a bottle of honey, "All I needed."

I hadn't noticed she had any thing in her hand. Now that I get a chance to look I noticed they're pretty too. Her nails are painted a light pastel blue. "Tea or baking?"

"Tea."

"I'm more of a coffee guy."

"Oh, I need my morning coffee. I like evening tea to wind down from the day."

"I should try that."

"Tea's in row six. Front half." Her eyes sparkled with laughter.

"Ha fucking ha." We were both laughing as we got to the self check out lanes.

She went first and waited for me. We walked out together, stopping away from the door. I turned to face her and noticed her pink lips were a little shiny and made me want to kiss her. I wanted to see if her lips were as soft as they looked and find out the flavor of her lip gloss. Luckily, I recognized this as wildly inappropriate. I tamped down the thoughts and spoke, "Thank you again for the help."

"No problem." Her voice trailed off and she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh!" I finally understood why she was looking at me strangely and put my hand on my chest, "I'm Sebastian."

She pulled her eyebrows down then her eyes went wide with recognition. Then she did something very unexpected. She started laughing. "Nice to meet you, Sebastian. I'm Emiliana."

"Emiliana." I repeated. “Sorry, I've never heard that name before.”

"Few have.”

She smiled, but I felt self conscious about what I'd said. I put my hand on hers, "I didn't mean anything. It's a pretty name, unusual. Do you go by Emiliana?"

"Emma." She laughed again, "Do you go by Sebastian, Seb, Bastian?"

"I answer to them all. Friends call me Seb. Sebastian is kinda formal and my mom calls me when I'm being bad or someone doesn't know what to call me. Nobody calls me Bastian, but you can try it. Sounds like flirting, slightly dirty." I'm flirting. I almost laugh at myself. I'm standing outside a grocery flirting with a women I met five minutes ago in the baking aisle. Someone should make this a movie.

Her face screwed up. "Which do you want me to use?"

"Don't care, which ever feels right. I'm not bothered by you trying them out until you pick one." Actually, I thought that sounded fun. Wait. What do I want her to use? She's going to be using my name. She's flirting back.

Emma laughed and that made me smile. "Weird confession for just meeting."

I looked away then back. "I'm stalling. Trying to work up the courage to ask you to dinner tonight. I'm close, almost there."

"I think you just did."

I looked around, looking for words. "Yeah, I guess I did. Badly." We both laughed. I put a hand on her shoulder. "I get anxious when I'm doing something unexpected or around strangers. I'm usually pretty good at reigning my self in." I took a deep breath and let it out, "Emma, how about dinner tonight? You'll have to pick the place. I know nothing around here." I waved one hand in the air as I said the last part.

I watched her eyes sparkle in green and gold when she answered, "I'd love to have dinner with you, Sebastian."

"Great!" I felt genuine excitement. It had been a long time since I'd basically been on a blind date in the country side. Long, like never. "Pick you up or meet there?" I'm pretty sure she knows who I am, but she doesn't actually know me. I want her to decide what she's comfortable with. I'm not going to assume she trusts me with her home address.

"You can come get me. You made it here so you can find me. I'm about three blocks away." She pointed to a path at the side of the parking lot. "Cuts right through to my neighborhood."

"Did you walk here?"

She nodded her head with a smile, "Only for light loads when I forget things."

"Can I drive you home? Then I'll know where to get you later."

"Good idea, Seb."

I'm amused that's she's literally trying out calling me different names. Can't wait for Bastian and I actually hate being called Bastian. I lead her to my mom's SVU and open to door for her. I tossed the bag in the back before starting the car. I looked over at her, "Which way?"

Emma directed me out of the parking lot onto the main road. From there it was a quick drive. I barely straightened out from one turn when she was telling me to turn again. I pulled into the driveway of the end unit on a row of condominiums. Hers was yellow with white trim and a bright red door. From the roof lines it looked like the two story had vaulted ceilings. For some reason, I thought the quaint yet contemporary home fit her.

"This is cute." I held my hand out in the direction of the condo. "I know you said it was close, but I'm disappointed it was this close." I emphasized the second to last word.

She smiled, "Convenient and quick."

"No conversation time." I pushed out my bottom lip in a pout.

She smiled and patted my forearm, "What time for dinner?"

“Now too early? Wait, I need to shower and change.” I pulled out the sides of my jacket.

“Oh, I don't know, I like this disheveled thing you've got going on.”

“Funny.” She's smirking at me. That's sexy as fuck. I glanced at the clock on the dash and did quick math, “Um, six? What time do you usually have dinner?”

“Six is good.” She slid out of the SUV and peeked back inside, “I'm excited. Thank you for asking me to dinner, Bastian.”

Fuck, I like her.

Back at mom’s I left the SUV by the side door instead of pulling it around to the garage in back. Bounding through the kitchen door, I dropped the bag on the counter and kissed my mom's cheek.

She was washing up and dried her hands while looking at me. "What have you gone and done? You've the look you got as a teenager when you'd been up to mischief."

There was no sense even pretending. "I've got a date. Dinner. Tonight."

"You've been here twenty four hours. How do you have a date?"

I shrugged, "It's a gift." She rolled her eyes at me. "She helped me find the chocolate chips."

Mom looked me up and down with a sneer on her face. "You look homeless."

"I know." My voice was exasperated and I held my hands out to the side.

"She could be a scary stalker."

"Maybe, but I'll go back to New York and leave you deal with her."

I helped mom make the fudge, even cleaning up the saucepan before heading to the shower. There was a small apartment in the pool house that was to be my space when I was here. Beacon was about an hour and half away from the city. I could visit more often and my own space would make a nice get away.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror after my shower. I ran my hand over my face trying to decide if I should shave or not. It would depend on what I wore. Fuck. I don't have date clothes. My towel fell off while I was tossing things from my bag to the bed. I stood there naked, hands on my hips, looking at my options. Shorts. Shorts. Jeans. Jeans. Multiple T-shirts. A Henley. Jeans, Henley, and my low cut boots it is! Decided not to shave and just ran some product through my hair as I headed out the door.

The drive back to her place gave me time to get rid of the nerves and get excited. Never been on a first date I wasn't nervous about. Will you have anything to talk about? Will there be something important you disagree on? Will the initial attraction fade to friendship? And what about her saying or doing that one thing - a deal breaker. For me that would be rude to wait staff, racist, homophobic, a Trump supporter, and laughing like Janice on Friends. I don't think my list is too much to ask.

AO3

#sebastian stan #fanfiction

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niallsstainedcoffeecup · 5 years

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Spilled Drinks and Feelings

Y/N’s friends reveal Harry’s true feelings about Y/N, which throws Y/N off her game during her shift, especially when Harry walks into the restaurant. Hope you all enjoy. Feedback and Requests are welcomed. Lots of Love! * * * * * * * *

“I don’t want to go to work,” Y/N whined, scrolling through blue and gray messages.

The gray skies cast a gloomy shadow throughout her small apartment. The forecast predicted rain in the next hour, which meant she would walk home in the rain after work. She cursed Harry’s comfortable lap and her new quilted blanket for lulling her into a state of comfort. Harry watched Y/N’s eyebrows furrow with concentration from the thoughts racing through her exhausted mind. Harry smiled, raking his fingers through her messy hair, “This is your fault.”

Y/N shot up, dropping her jaw in shock, “How is this my fault?”

“You work hard, and everyone adores you,” Harry shrugged his shoulders, returning his attention toward the flashing television.

Y/N huffed, “Everyone does not love me.”

Harry chuckled, “Yes, I visited last week and met twenty regulars who eat in that crummy restaurant for you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, biting down on the smile attempting to spread across her smug face. Last year, Harry received a call from a sobbing Y/N, who panicked when the university coffee shop closed down, and she lost her job as the main barista. Harry reassured Y/N that everything would work out and that if she needed money, then he could help her. Three weeks later, she landed the waitress job at the local diner. A thunderclap startled Y/N away from her thoughts. Harry chuckled, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shivering shoulders. Y/N grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest. She despised thunderstorms.

“I’ll drive you to work,” Harry mumbled.

Y/N gasped, cupping Harry’s flushed cheeks, “You’d do that for me? I love you!”

Harry rolled his eyes, dodging Y/N’s slobbery kisses, “Shut up. I’m a good friend sometimes. Are you going to get dressed, or are you going to work dressed in your pajamas?”

Y/N swatted at Harry’s thick thighs as she darted toward her bedroom. The starchy pink uniform scratched Y/N’s skin. Her white sock’s lacey ruffles tickled Y/N’s ankles but matched with the pastel uniform. Her white sneakers squeaked with each step. Harry glanced up from his glowing screen and admired his friend’s beauty.

“You look great. Would you like apple juice in a sippy cup?” Harry joked, pointing at Y/N’s socks.

Y/N glared, chunking her silver lipstick tube at Harry’s stupid head, “Shut up. Like you know anything about fashion.”

“Why am I hosting the Met Gala if I don’t know fashion?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, wishing she could wipe that smug grin from Harry’s face. A satisfied hum vibrated Harry’s rosy lips. He grabbed the gray hoodie from Y/N’s lumpy couch, opening the sleeves for Y/N to step into.

“Thank you. I don’t understand how you can be such a butt one minute and a total sweetheart the next,” Y/N grumbled, tugging the hoodie tighter around her body.

Harry shrugged, pecking Y/N’s cheeks, “I’m like a sour patch kid. Do you have everything?”

Y/N patted every pocket, nodding once she felt the necessities. Harry twisted the broken lamp’s knob three times, allowing darkness to consume Y/N’s apartment. Y/N waved goodbye to the three goldfish who inhabited a large neon-themed fish tank near the front door.

“Here, let me pull the car up, so you don’t get wet,” Harry shouted over the pelting rain.

Y/N nodded, attempting to look through the wall of rain covering the parking lot. Harry’s arms tried to shield his curly locks from the rain, but the rain-soaked Harry’s entire body. Once Harry’s sleek car drove up, Y/N darted toward the unlocked doors. The car heater greeted Y/N instantly, warming the cold raindrops on her cheeks. Rain raced down empty streets, collecting trash and dirt. The diner’s blinking ‘open’ sign twisted Y/N’s stomach. She enjoyed working, but she hoped to spend her weekend with Harry. Instead, she looked at a nine-hour shift.

“I can pick you up?” Harry smiled, noticing Y/N’s solemn scowl. Y/N smiled, “That would be great. I love you.”

“I love you more. Be careful,” Harry shouted as Y/N stomped through puddles toward the diner door.

Once Y/N disappeared through the glass door, Harry drove off down the flooded streets. He searched for local shops that might entertain him while his best friend worked. He needed something to distract his aching heart. * * * * * * Buttery biscuits tumbled into the tan wicker basket. Steaming mashed potatoes and glistening chicken covered the white plate’s design. Customers discussed the day’s events around the mahogany circular tables. Soft music masked the thunder’s low grumbles. Y/N’s beaming grin warmed customer’s cold and damp hearts. Her hands gripped the black tray, focusing on the family’s table. She never spilled food, and she hoped today wouldn’t be the day her feet betrayed her and knocked the family’s food across the gray carpet.

“Hello, I have the steak with mashed potatoes. Please be careful. The plate is hot. I have chicken and grilled vegetables. And I have chicken nuggets for the king of the table,” Y/N grinned, noticing the five-year-old’s sheepish smile.

“What do we say?” The mom asked, ripping her son’s chicken nuggets into smaller chunks.

The son grinned widely around his French fry, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Is there anything else I can bring out?” Y/N asked, pressing the tray against her thighs.

“No, thank you,” The father smiled, slicing into his juicy steak.

Y/N nodded, skirting around the party table filled with ten hungry customers. She collected the crumpled dollar bills from her past tables and checked on feasting families.

“You are the sunshine everyone needs today,” Jack, the bartender, stated through his smirk.

Y/N shrugged, stealing the sweating water and tea pitchers from Jack’s tan hands, “We all need someone who lights up our life. If I can make one person smile, then I feel better about my role in this world.”

Jack playfully rolled his eyes, “You need to stop hanging out with Harry. You sound like his self-help books.”

Y/N chuckled, leaving Jack to fulfill his drink orders. If anyone told Y/N that her best friend would be Harry Styles, she would have laughed in their face. Three years ago, Y/N’s friends invited her to Jeff Azoff’s birthday party. Y/N recalled the nerves circling Y/N’s stomach that she washed away with expensive vodka shots. The sparkly karaoke microphone called drunk Y/N’s name where she belted out Stevie Nick’s “Leather and Lace”. The tall, broad-shouldered popstar tripped across the room with his champagne in hand. He quirked his eyebrow toward the brave college student who sounded like mating cats. After she finished her debut solo, Harry congratulated the drunk girl. They talked all night near Jeff’s steaming pool until Y/N’s friends dragged her home. The next morning, Y/N’s sober mind screamed at Harry’s phone number scribbled across her arm. Now, the two were inseparable.

“Y/N, do you mind carrying this food to my table? I missed my husband’s call, and it might be about our daughter,” Ari’s shrill voice shook with concern.

Y/N nodded, patting Ari’s hands to calm her down from wringing a hole in her apron, “I’ll help you out. I hope everything is okay.”

Ari sighed, rushing toward her cell phone. Y/N bumped the metal kitchen door open, entering the chattering room. Her eyes scanned the tables awaiting their food. She grinned, strutting toward the elderly couple’s table.

“Hello, I have one chicken salad sandwich and one tomato soup,” Y/N listed off, placing the food before the couple.

“Thank you, could we have more rolls?” The silver-haired woman asked, gripping Y/N’s hands.

Y/N nodded, “Of course, I’ll even sneak in an extra one.”

Steven tossed three buttery biscuits inside the empty wicker basket. Y/N pressed her hands together, thanking Steven for the extra biscuits. Once the basket landed on the table, the older woman’s excited giggles reminded Y/N of why she took this job.

“You are a sweetheart,” The woman cheered, passing a biscuit to her husband.

“Thank you. I hope you enjoy your meal.”

Y/N hated admitting it, but Harry was right. She almost threw up at the idea of working a long shift, but now, Y/N felt at ease with her customers. The customers adored Y/N due to her positive attitude and work ethic. * * * * * * “What are you doing here?” Y/N gasped, jogging up to her friends.

Elizabeth whipped her head around, glaring at the electric clouds, “The storm won’t stop.”

Ginger nodded, wrapping her arm around Elizabeth’s shoulders, “Could we grab a table?”

Y/N frowned, noticing the blue flags, which indicated that her section was full, “My section is busy. Is it okay if Ari is your waitress?”

“Yeah, as long as it isn’t that mean waiter,” Stanley complained, crossing his arms across his chest.

Y/N rolled her eyes, leading the group toward their table, “Shut up, we fired that guy. Ari will be here soon to take your order.”

Y/N waved at Jack who informed Ari about her new table. Y/N smiled, leaving Stanley and Ginger to argue over the weather. The soft music distracted Y/N’s mind from focusing on her empty stomach. After the second meatloaf, Y/N hoped Steven saved a slice for her to sneak home after work. She worried Harry might force her to eat kale salads again for dinner. Y/N’s exhausted wrists trembled as she carried the water around the restaurant, filling empty glasses with ice-cold water. She chuckled once she realized Elizabeth’s loud voice echoed throughout the small restaurant.

“Would you like more water?” Y/N asked the young customer.

The blonde man nodded, swallowing his mouthful of vegetables, “Thank you.”

Y/N nodded, pouring the water cautiously into the empty glass. She hated whenever chunky ice cubes slipped into the glass and splashed the table.

“Did Harry tell you about tonight? He planned on asking Y/N out on a date,” Elizabeth’s information startled Y/N’s exhausted mind.

The world slowed as the pitcher slipped from Y/N’s damp fingers. Her eyes widened while her other hand attempted to catch the pitcher before it crashed onto the ground. The customer gasped, ignoring Y/N’s curses as the entire restaurant watched the pitcher crack into smaller pieces. Ice water splashed the customer and Y/N before sinking into the gray carpet. Jack and Ari hurried with broom and napkins in hand to help Y/N.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Y/N repeated, choking back the sobs threatening to spill from her eyes.

The customer shook his head, “It’s okay. We are fine, and that’s all that matters.”

Jack thanked the customer for understanding while he collected the pitcher fragments on a dustpan. Ari offered Y/N and the customer napkins, dabbing the darker gray blob under the table. Y/N wanted her mind to return to normal, but Elizabeth’s words haunted Y/N’s mind. Harry wanted to date her?

“Y/N, are you okay?” Stanley asked, searching through Y/N’s shocked eyes for an answer.

Y/N nodded, patting her damp knees, “I’m okay. The pitcher slipped from my grasp.”

Elizabeth, Ginger, and Stanley nodded unconvincingly because Y/N never had butter fingers. The group watched their friend hide inside the kitchen where her mind panicked. What if Harry asked her out tonight? Did she like him? She liked him, but could she risk their friendship?

“Y/N, did you place the table’s order?” Jack asked.

Y/N shook her head, “Shit, I’m sorry. I am off right now.”

Jack frowned, patting Y/N’s back, “Hey, it’s okay. We all drop things.”

Y/N faked a smile, “Thank you.”

Y/N raced past tables, filling empty glasses and scribbling down food orders.

She shoved Elizabeth’s words near the back corner of her mind. She couldn’t let false information alter her work performance. She wouldn’t believe the words until Harry spoke the words himself. After fifteen minutes, Y/N felt back to normal. In two hours she could ask Harry about Elizabeth’s words and clarify the situation. Y/N slipped the green notepad paper inside the chef clip, humming along with the soft music.

“Hey love, I sat Harry in your section,” Ari shouted over the clanking pans. * * * * * *

If anyone snapped a photo of Y/N’s face the minute she heard about Harry’s arrival, they’d notice the shock and nerves festering within Y/N’s weak heart. Her eyes widened like saucers, her fluttering heart and churning stomach sent chills down her spine, and her trembling fingers released the green notepad from her grip. Her mind repeated the phrase ‘best friends’, but her heart replayed Elizabeth’s taunting words. She inhaled, straightening her back as she exited the kitchen. Her heart fluttered wildly against her ribcage the instant her eyes landed on Harry’s short chocolate curls. Harry’s back faced Y/N, but even his broad shoulders intimidated Y/N. She mustered up her courage because this man happened to be her best friend.

“Hey love, how are you?” Harry asked, dropping his buttery biscuit to hug Y/N’s waist.

Y/N smiled, melting instantly into Harry’s grip, “Hey, I thought you were picking me up. I’m not off for another two hours.”

Harry shrugged, “I could use a nice dinner, and I heard the waitress here is spectacular.”

Y/N giggled, shoving Harry’s shoulder, “Shut up. What do you want to drink?”

Harry’s forehead creased in thought while his hand cupped his pouting chin, “Can Jack mix me that drink he made for your birthday party?”

Y/N smiled, recalling Jack’s fruity cocktail that tasted wonderful, but burned when revisiting Y/N’s mouth later that night, “Sure.”

Harry watched Y/N strut confidently across the restaurant toward Jack’s knowing grin. Harry sighed dreamily, placing his head against his fist. He adored his best friend, and he loved watching her deal with customers. Whenever Harry thought about treating people with kindness, Y/N’s positive attitude appeared under that definition. The way she skirted around the tables reminded Harry of a graceful dancer. Harry rolled his eyes, how could he drool over his best friend? Last week, he told Elizabeth that he planned on asking Y/N out, but his fear stopped him. What if Y/N didn’t feel the same way? How could he risk his friendship?

“What would you like to eat?” Y/N asked, setting the decorative glass onto Harry’s table.

Harry sipped the smooth alcohol, “Thank you. What do you feel like eating tonight?”

Y/N hummed, tapping her black pen against her chin, “I wanted the meatloaf, but Steven might sell out soon.”

“I’ll order the chicken so you can order the meatloaf later,” Harry mumbled, handing Y/N the glossy menu.

Y/N chuckled, “Thank you. You are sweet tonight.”

“I took two shots before I came in,” Harry joked, winking at Y/N.

Y/N rolled her eyes, stealing the menus from Harry’s grip, “You suck. I’ll be back later with your food.”

Jack yawned, rubbing his fists against his eyes. His vision blurred as he walked toward Harry’s table. He finished his shift twenty minutes ago, but he anxiously waited until Harry confessed his love for Y/N. Jack noticed Harry’s love-sick eyes for Y/N during her birthday when Harry toddled after her with a concerned scowl. Jack also caught Y/N’s heart-eyes for Harry when she spoke about their daily adventures. Jack gripped the light wooden chair, sighing once his butt met the cushion.

“Hello, how are you?” Harry asked through his giggles.

Jack waved him off, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I’m exhausted. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Yeah, I figured I surprise Y/N at work. Ginger messaged me about some work catastrophe,” Harry mumbled, stirring the strawberry cocktail.

Jack shook his head, “Dude, I wish I could find a love like yours.”

Harry scoffed, “I’m not in love and don’t say that too loud, or Y/N might hear.”

Jack chuckled, leaning his elbows onto the table, “You love her, and you know it. When are you going to tell her?”

Harry shrugged, poking at the hole in his napkin, “I thought about telling her tomorrow.”

Jack shook his head, “You can’t wait longer. This customer mentioned asking her out this week, and he’s the kind of guy you wouldn’t say no to.”

Harry’s eyes widened, “Do you think Y/N would say yes?”

Jack nodded, standing from his chair, “I’ll see you later.”

Harry frowned, deciding whether he should ask Y/N out or not. He couldn’t let Y/N walk away from his life. Harry ignored his fearful mind and listened to his bleeding heart. * * * * * *

“I’m in love with you.”

Y/N gasped, releasing the new cocktail from her firm grip. The drink slowly landed on Harry’s black jeans while Y/N’s fluttering heart blurred her vision. Harry’s eyes widened as his hands attempted to catch the freezing liquid. A squeal escaped his rosy lips the minute the liquid melted onto his skin.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Why did you say that when I had a drink in my hand?” Y/N asked, patting Harry’s damp lap.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m an idiot.”

Y/N giggled, nodding, “You are an idiot.”

Harry’s eyes caught Y/N’s nervous but beautiful eyes. His hands covered Y/N’s busy hands, forcing her to focus on his starry eyes. She smiled, admiring the freckles dotted across Harry’s flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” Harry repeated, leaning closer to Y/N’s lips.

Y/N smiled, “I love you too. I can’t kiss you here. The customers might get jealous.”

Harry nodded, biting back the dopey grin threatening to spread across his face. He watched his beautiful best friend cross the restaurant and order a new cocktail. Harry paid attention to the grilled chicken dish rather than focusing on his best friend.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Y/N asked, sliding her hand across Harry’s back.

Harry nodded, “Everything tastes wonderful. Can you thank Steven for me?”

Y/N nodded, “Of course. Are you full? I bought you an apology dessert for spilling your cocktail on you.”

Harry gasped, rubbing his bulging stomach, “I’m full, but I always have room for dessert. What is it?”

“Well, I saved you a slice of Amber’s coconut cream pie,” Harry’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Thank you. You’re the best girlfriend ever,” Harry gushed.

Y/N tutted, “Hey, I haven’t agreed to be your girlfriend.”

Harry pouted, wishing he could tickle Y/N until she admitted she loved Harry, but her customers wouldn’t appreciate Harry flirting with their waitress. After Harry finished his dinner, he slipped the silver spoon inside the coconut cream pie slice. Harry moaned once the pie’s nutty and sweet flavor greeted his mouth.

“Are you leaving?” Y/N asked, collecting Harry’s cash from the table.

Harry nodded, “I’ll check out the bookstore next door. When you get off, you can meet me there.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Y/N mumbled, wishing she could kiss Harry’s rosy lips.

Harry nodded, sliding past Y/N’s solemn figure and out the restaurant door. Y/N balanced Harry’s empty dishes on her arms, heading toward the kitchen. Her section closed thirty-minutes ago, so she decided to help the dishwashers with her section’s dishes. The soft music distracted her mind from the clock ticking down until she could confess her love for Harry. The starry sky replaced the dark gray storm clouds, and a fresh breeze blew the freezing rain away from the city. People exited their houses and apartments to celebrate the fresh air with drinks or dinner. Y/N thanked whoever replaced her after the shift since they would work until closing.

“Okay, I’m leaving,” Y/N announced, drying her pruned fingers on her apron.

Steven shook his head, standing from the crooked stool, “You forgot your dinner. I saved you the final piece.”

Y/N gasped, hugging Steven’s rigid body, “Thank you. You’re a lifesaver. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Y/N exited the restaurant with the widest grin. Her meatloaf warmed her hands, and the idea of Harry warmed her heart. * * * * * *

The warm yellow bookstore lights greeted Y/N’s throbbing head. Fresh and worn pages met Y/N’s nose. Her eyes scanned the rows of colorful book spines for her boyfriend’s crystal green eyes. An unplanned smile spread across her face when she spotted her boyfriend’s hunched figure reading a new self-help book. His eyebrows furrowed with each new page. Y/N giggled, admiring the way his rosy lips pouted against his fingers.

“Hey, can you help me? I’m searching for my boyfriend? I need to kick his butt because he made me spill drinks on two of my customers, and I never spill food,” Y/N mumbled, glancing around the room as if searching for Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes, shutting the book, “Your boyfriend sounds terrible. You should leave him and date me. I won’t distract you at work.”

Y/N hummed, placing her empty hand on Harry’s sturdy chest, “I don’t know. Are you a good kisser?”

“Would you like to find out?” Harry asked, cupping Y/N’s face.

Y/N nodded, leaning forward to press her chapped lips against Harry’s rosy lips. A soft sigh escaped Harry’s lips when Y/N’s lips brushed against his. Y/N’s hands balled Harry’s t-shirt inside her fists as Harry deepened the kiss. Y/N tasted the fruity cocktail that still lingered inside Harry’s mouth. Harry pulled away, pressing his forehead to Y/N’s.

“I love you,” Y/N admitted.

Harry smiled, “I love you too.”

“Should we head home? I have a fresh meatloaf slice calling my name,” Y/N mumbled, breaking away from Harry’s grasp.

Harry huffed, “Will I get used to my girlfriend replacing me with food?”

“Nope,” Y/N smiled, popping the “p” in nope.

Harry chuckled, wrapping his arm across Y/N’s shoulders. He led her toward his sleek car parked down the crowded street. The fresh breezed brushed past their bodies, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Wait, how did I make you spill drinks on two customers?” Harry asked once the couple found shelter inside Harry’s car.

“Elizabeth informed the entire restaurant about your plans, and that’s when I dropped the first pitcher on the customer,” Y/N confessed, nibbling at her fingers.

Harry frowned, tugging Y/N’s fingers away from her teeth, “Love, you are an excellent waitress. A small mistake won’t cost you your job.”

“I know, thank you,” Y/N mumbled, smiling at Harry’s dimpled grin.

“No problem, now, let’s race home before the meatloaf gets cold.”

Y/N smiled, intertwining her finger’s with Harry’s free hand. The moonlight illuminated their love-sick grins as they sped down familiar streets. Y/N might lie and blame her happiness on the free meatloaf, but everyone knew that Y/N adored Harry as much as he loved her.

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The Shibuya Chronicles: TWEWYtober, Day 5 - Sweet

TWEWYtober prompt list

AO3

For all that the proposal had been public, the wedding is a much more private affair.

Warnings: None!

For all that the proposal had been public, the wedding is a much more private affair.

Oh, there would be an event later, of course. A party where all the biggest names in the fashion industry, a party anyone whose name the couple even remotely knew would be invited to. Everything filmed and uploaded for adoring fans to see.

But the wedding itself is small. Shiki and Eri want it that way. Want it to be them and the four other people closest to them. Their family.

In the Room of Reckoning, in front of the throne, Joshua stands tall, wings stretched wide. He wears a sleek, royal purple dress, with silver feather outlines embroidered on the fabric. Eri’s own is a pastel rainbow dress, the colors in stripes around the skirt, with varied lace flowers flowing from the corset to hem, just above the floor.

An array of shining orbs float high above, casting a shimmering rainbow of light throughout the space as she stands to the right of Joshua. Beat is to the right of the aisle, dressed in a dark maroon suit, with the rings atop a pillow.

(And if she hears him sniffling already, she won’t tell a soul.)

On cue, Rhyme walks down the makeshift aisle in their soft yellow suit, tossing flower petals. Once they reach the center, they move to Eri’s right.

Music swells in the air, the tune carried by Shibuya swirls around them, as Shiki steps into sight, with Neku walking her down the aisle. She spares a quick glance at Neku, admiring the burnt orange suit she and Shiki had managed to get him into, before turning her attention to Shiki.

They’d both insisted on waiting until this moment to see each other in their wedding dresses, after all.

Shiki is dressed in a ballgown, like Eri’s, but where Eri’s is sleeveless, Shiki has light blue chiffon covering her arms and the corset. The chiffon continues down to the skirt, each tier alternating between pink and blue layers. To top it off, there are white lace butterflies trailing from the shoulders and down to the waist. Knowing Shiki, they were handmade.

There’s a grin on Shiki’s face as she takes her place (with Neku to her left), and Eri knows her own face must match. Right down to the watery eyes.

Josh takes a step closer with a smile on his face, and guides them, until Shiki and Eri are holding hands, right crossed over left.

“We are gathered here today, in the heart of Shibuya, to witness the union of two talented women,” Joshua begins. “Shiki and Eri, the two of you have built a relationship together. In many ways, as business partners and part of our family, you are already united. This is another layer of commitment to each other.”

One silver cord of light materializes around their hands as he speaks.

“Life is complicated, life is messy. On some days you soar through the clouds, overlooking the world. On others, you may find yourself buried deep beneath the concrete earth. Love is similar. No two moments are ever the same. Days may be spent cuddled together, basking in the presence of each other, while others may be spent with what may feel like an uncrossable rift separating you.” His voice echoes through the room, gravity weighing on it, but as he speaks, she can hear the love, the warmth he has for them in the tone.

“What’s important is your response, how you handle the good and the bad. Love is not a feeling; it is a constant choice. A decision to remain together. It is the promise to cherish each other. Love is effort. Love is seeing the other for who they are, all the ways they shine like stars, and all the faults. Love is a bond, it is standing together, and striving to always improve, to help bring out the best in each other. No matter what the universe may throw at you, love means you will be united. Love is the history you share. Love means you will enjoy the present, and face the uncertain future together.”

A shimmering golden cord of light joins the first.

Eri has to take several breaths. She knows her part is next, knows her words by heart, but there’s so much, and she has to work past the clog in her throat first.

Once she manages, though, she starts her speech.

“Shiki,” she says, “I love you. I have loved you every day of my life, ever since we met. Through all the ups and downs. You are my best friend; you are already part of my family. I am so lucky to have you in my life. I am thankful that we have this chance, that our story has not been cut short by an argument or unfortunate happenstance. I did not fall in love, I took each step down this path knowing that if there were anyone I wanted to spend my life with, it would be you.”

She takes a breath, before continuing. “I promise to love you, to keep making the choice to love you until the ends of our existence. I promise to stand by your side, as we face the world together. Your problems are mine, just as your joys are mine. I promise to share my world with you, and seek to understand your world too. I promise that my love for you knows no bounds, and that I love all of you.”

“That’s so gay,” Shiki says, before she can stop herself.

One second of silence hangs in the air, before everyone laughs.

“We’re so gay, babe,” is all Eri can think to say back as a red cord of light binds their hands together.

Shiki manages to calm down, and Eri’s heart pounds in the moments between her words and Shiki’s speech.

“Eri, I love you,” she says. “I trust you. I could entrust my heart to you, to hold, and know that you would never break it. Even in the darkest times, your words have offered me comfort, and lifted my soul. Together we are family, all of us in this room, and I consider myself blessed to have that include you. I am lucky we can have each other, that we want our relationship to develop in the same ways. I love you, and every choice that has led us here is a choice I cannot regret. Nor will I regret the steps we take forward, united as we greet what the future has to give.”

Eri sees now why Shiki couldn’t resist the impulse to say what she did, because Shiki’s not even through and Eri is overwhelmed.

“I promise to love you,” Shiki continues. “I promise to be your partner, to work with you in all aspects of life. A burden shared is a burden halved, and a joy shared is a joy doubled. We are equals, and shall continue to be two linked parts of this greater machine. I promise that like my stitching, our relationship is a thread that will not cease, even if we do not know how the picture will look when complete.”

Green joins the cords threaded around their hand, as a tear rolls down Eri’s cheek, cool against her skin. She’s comforted by the fact that Shiki has a matching tear, glistening in the light.

Joshua places his hand on top of theirs, and runs them through the vows.

With each set of I dos, a flash of light goes off, and another color joins the bindings. Pink, and blue, and purple. Yellow, and orange, and brown. Manifestations of the bonds between them. Proof of the commitment they give to each other.

And then:

“Shiki, do you take Eri as your wife, in sickness and in health, through good times and poor, as equals, in this life and the next?”

“I do.”

White.

Josh turns to Eri.

“Eri, do you take Shiki as your wife, in sickness and in health, through good times and poor, as equals, in this life and the next?”

The Music in the air swells, as does Eri’s heart, as she nods, and says: “I do.”

Black.

Fire runs across Eri’s skin, warmth spreading outward from her joined hands. Not hot enough to burn, flames licking across her body, and Shiki’s, in all the colors. It shifts to static. It shifts to waves.

It finds a home inside her chest, feet rooted to the ground and eyes locked with Shiki’s, unable to move as Shibuya crashes down around them. As the Composer at her core weaves their threads together. Interlocking songs, notes made to complement each other.

The electric burn rushes through her, through them both, in a way she’s never sensed before. An entire new form of perception opened so she can fall.

But her grip on Shiki’s hands keeps her steady, keeps her from slipping too far.

They do not fall apart, they fall together.

Into each other.

Shiki’s lips meet hers, as Joshua’s voice rings out in the background, saying, “You may now kiss, brides.”

She’s soft, and sweet, just like she’s always been, as their hearts beat together.

The same pulse echoes in both their chests, and Shibuya sings along.

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