#honestly i never thought she would see it let alone comment... like hello?!

[uhmixx]

sooo this just happened...!?

[pshcomforts]

➳ brought the heat back | psh.

situationship!sunghoon x fem!reader (feat. gunwook from zerobaseone)

“i’m so jealous, i’m going crazy, my patience will run out”

synopsis: sunghoon definitely wasn’t amused when coming to a party and seeing some guy talk to you.

warnings/content: written in third pov. mentions of alcohol. suggestive. little fluff. tension. possessive and jealous sunghoon (what did you expect). cursing. not proofread.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 2.7k

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y/n had just arrived to the dim-lit party, music loudly blasting through her ears as she moved past waves of people.

the girl struggled to find her friends as they remained scattered all around.

“damn heeseung just had to throw a huge ass party..,” she mumbled to herself, sighing softly once she realized she wouldn’t be able to find anyone.

she even sent texts, but she deemed that all had gone off of their phones for the night so she settled on a drink and time well spent of being alone.

that was until her coworker had approached her.

“hey y/n!” gunwook yelled out, grinning at her shocked expression.

“gunwook?? i never thought i’d see you here!”

the male laughed before taking a step closer to her. “never thought i would’ve either, especially when you’re alone.” he frowned, earning a playful smile to form on y/n. “where are your friends?”

“they’re off somewhere… i can’t find them honestly..,” she admitted to him.

gunwook quickly wore a grin that reflected hers, presenting a sweet expression as he said, “so.. i take it you’re alone then?”

she cocked a brow at him before the two broke out into laughter. “what do you mean by that, gunwook…?” she softly teased, breaking another chuckle out of him.

“just saying… if i’m alone, and you’re alone, we can be each others company.”

the girl tensed up for a second, stopping to process the words her coworker had just uttered out to her.

that wasn’t what she thought it meant.. right?

she glanced at the tall boy to search for what his intentions were, but given that they were just coworkers, she deemed it was nothing, so she agreed.

surely, no one would be upset with that option, right? (no)

gunwook offered to get the next cup of liquor after she downed her first, both sitting on the couch that had been crowded by others.

“why didn’t you help that customer out??” he laughed with a huge grin plastered across his face.

“because!—“ y/n yelled, pausing to sip her cup. “she looked like she would’ve much rather talked to you so i let her go to you!”

the boy sputtered out a giggle. “so you let me have your sale then?” he teased, earning a soft hit on the arm.

“well that wasn’t my intention, she just seemed more interested in talking to you so i didn’t know what else to do.” she rolled her eyes, scoffing as she remained hearing hearty laughs erupt out of him.

he let his tongue slip through his lips when he furrowed his brows and shook his head. “you could’ve just stolen that sale from me, y/n. i would’ve let you,” he sighed.

“well i’m sorry, gunwook, i thought you would’ve actually appreciated getting that sale.”

the two laughed out her play on sarcasm, unintentionally getting closer with their body movements.

just when their heads were about to bunk, a buzzing notification caught y/n’s attention and thinking it was one of her friends, she quickly glanced at it.

just a friend ‼️:

Stop getting close to him.

Do you want me to do something about it?

✩ ‘who is that guy who said hello earlier?’ ✩

her heart instantly dropped at the texts. where was he? and how did he know? she tried to scan around the area, but another notification pulled her back to her phone.

just a friend ‼️:

Looking for me?

y/n began to text back with her heartbeats getting louder by the second. her hands were softly shaking and she didn’t know what to do.

encountering jealous hoon was something that happened occasionally, but it was always minor and not noticeable enough to make it seem like they were more than friends.

✩ ‘i’m getting jealous’ ✩

‘where are you? and why are you watching me??’ — she quickly messaged back, chewing her lips as gunwook started to notice the change in her demeanor.

just a friend ‼️:

Don’t worry about where I am, pretty girl

Now get his hand off of your leg or I’ll come over and do it myself.

✩ ‘it’s weird, i don’t want to but i’m envious’ ✩

y/n felt her stomach rupture with butterflies at the possessive tone in his text. her eyes fell down to her leg and finally noticed the unintentional hand slip there.

“gunwook, your hand..,” she awkwardly mumbled, gesturing down to where it laid.

the boy quickly gasped and removed it with a blush forming on his cheeks. “oh god, i’m sorry! i didn’t know my hand was there…,” he admitted in shame. “that won’t make it awkward at work right..?”

she shook her head in reassurance and laughed at the way he panicked. “noo, you’re fine!! i didn’t realize it was there either..,” she chortled.

gunwook nodded, cheeks still flushing with embarrassment as he scratched his neck.

“sorry about that…,”

“what are you sorry for!” y/n swiftly chuckled. “you did nothing wrong, gunwook!” her hand placed itself on his arm out of habit, attempting to reassure the boy but the only thing it did was set off alarms in sunghoon’s head.

the older male who watched from afar felt his jaw tighten at the little action, eyes squinting and staring down at the two who were innocently on the couch.

✩ ‘why are you smiling at him like that?’ ✩

his hands went to his phone, typing his message out of irritation.

‘Why do you have your hand on his arm? Take it off.’

✩ ‘it feels like burning, hotter, hotter’ ✩

he glanced up with crossed arms, hoping that his girl would listen. he watched her mumble incoherent words that he couldn’t make out and soon enough, her hands slipped away from that stupid guys arms.

✩ ‘rough madness’ ✩

his lips began to curl and a smirk started to form as his gaze remained on the two, not even caring that there was a party going on.

✩ ‘it’s getting stronger, stronger’ ✩

jake even tried to offer a drink, but sunghoon declined, not wanting to feed the jealous rage that still fumed in the pit of his stomach.

but when he found that tall boy inch closer to y/n, his heart was quick to sink. he straightened himself before walking to the scene without even thinking, fists clenched and brows furrowed to display his pissed reaction.

✩ ‘i can’t stand it’ ✩

sunghoon stood before them, eyes narrowing down at the guy he couldn’t recognize.

“y/n,” he gritted out with a tightened jaw, hating the way his heart burned at this.

✩ ‘i can’t hide it, my head is spinning, crazy, yeah’ ✩

he watched how the girl instantly pieced that it was him as she glanced back. “sunghoon…,” she gulped, finally taking in the handsome features present on him.

he quickly let out a soft scoff, eyes rolled while keeping his glare directly on her.

a soft lick was made between his lips. “what are you doing, hm?” he taunted, smile slowly curling once he saw how she lowly panicked.

“nothing, hoon. i’m just catching up with my coworker.” y/n quickly excused, gesturing to gunwook, who awkwardly sat there.

✩ ‘don’t test me’ ✩

but the older male didn’t bother to glance at him, letting his attention lay completely on the girl who he wanted as his.

before he could speak, gunwook intervened with a murmur — “we’re really just coworkers, man.”

sunghoon glared back at him for a second, disbelief written on his face as he scoffed. that’s not what it looked like seconds ago when he was inches away from his girl.

✩ ‘trying hard to endure, endure’ ✩

he got a hold of y/n’s wrist, fingers tightening around while pulling her away from the scene. his nails were close to digging into her skin as his heart picked up on the jealous energy that chucked at him.

✩ ‘i’m going crazy like this, i’m going crazy’ ✩

she softly winced in pain, feeling every press of his slim fingers that wrapped around her wrist.

“sunghoon..,” y/n whispered, but he ignored her, making the girl unable to clarify that gunwook was just leaning in to remove something from her hair.

truth be told though, he almost fell weak to his knees when his name had slipped out of her mouth. his possessive demeanor nearly dropped, but only grew stronger once he realized it fueled flame to fire.

✩ ‘no, it ain’t my fault, ain’t my fault’ ✩

the inner corner of his lips curled in satisfaction before bringing her to an empty room.

the door quickly closed and y/n was slammed against it with hoon caging her to himself. his arms were securely palmed against the door as his eyes stared down at her.

“sunghoon..,” she quietly murmured out again, heart fluttering at his tall frame towering over hers.

he tilted his head with a slight brow raise in response, loving how weak she could fall within seconds of barely making contact. he leaned himself in, closing the gap between their heated bodies.

✩ ‘ain’t my fault, it’s because of you’ ✩

their lips barely grazed against each others as his breath hit her skin. “what are we doing?” y/n mumbled to him, truly confused at their situation.

sunghoon swallowed down a harsh lump in his throat, trying to find words that would answer her question. “i don’t know, y/n. you tell me,” he squinted his eyes in jealousy again. “one second you’re texting me about how we should go watch this new movie together, and the next you’re talking to your coworker who obviously likes you.”

one of his hands that laid flat against the door began to clench, turning it into a fist as he remembered just how close the boy was getting to her.

“do you like him?” he questioned, feeling his heartbeats rise with every silent second that passed.

✩ ‘don’t be confused, is it me or him’ ✩

y/n stayed quiet, unable to admit her feelings for the guy in front of her when she suddenly felt a finger hook around her chin. sunghoon pulled her attention onto him, eyes boring into hers to get a straight answer.

“tell me, pretty.” he spat, already knowing that she liked him, and not the coworker.

at this point, his lips were about to get a taste before he could even think. he was close to caving in with how her silence was saying much more than needed.

he let his top lip graze against hers again, noses bunking and foreheads almost colliding when the room began to get hotter.

“say it,” hoon whispered near her skin, faint groans slipping pass his throat when he felt her try to resist.

y/n gulped, softly biting her lips to temper herself down but couldn’t when they were so close to taking it to the next level. “i like you, sunghoon, not him.” she confessed, feeling her stomach bubble with butterflies.

his lips were quick to coil into a shit-eating grin, causing her to feel it against her skin as he murmured, “you drive me crazy, angel. you don’t even understand what you do to me.”

before she could even speak, he smashed his lips against hers, finally colliding into a much needed kiss. y/n quietly gasped, allowing more entrance for the male as her hands instantly ran to his muscular arms.

she squeezed them, trying to signal for him to pull away with how rough he moved against her, but he couldn’t stop. even if he wanted to, he couldn’t with how much he had been craving this.

sunghoon’s thick brows furrowed as he continued, loving the sweet taste her lips offered while his hands slipped down to her waist. he pushed himself closer, allowing her to melt into the harsh movements.

and once she did so, her hands quickly moved up to the messy hair that covered his forehead, softly tugging at them to stimulate his satisfaction.

he let out a soft groan, pulling back ever so slightly to take a breather with all that was going on.

y/n felt his breath fan against her skin, making her glance down at his now-swollen lips that were running pink around the edges from his initial intention to go for it.

sunghoon quickly leaned it, urging for another kiss when her hands stopped at his broad chest. “hoon, let me breathe,” she whined, earning a low chuckle.

a soft sigh left him as he wore a mischievous grin. “fine, breathe then.” he uttered out before leaning in closer to her neck.

he pressed firm kisses against it, causing a gasp to be heard from his girl. “sunghoon!” she yelled, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

the asshole only smiled, continuing to leave pecks around her neck to tease. “what? i’m letting you breathe,” he taunted with a coy tone. “isn’t that what you wanted?”

she whined at his words, still attempting to push away at his shoulders. “you better not leave anything noticeable.” she warned once she felt his vampire-like fangs begin to nibble.

a scoff immediately fell from his lips. “why? can’t i let everyone know that you’re mine now?” he growled.

when she kept her mouth shut, he let another puff of air slip by. “oh i see.” he peered into her gaze. “you don’t want that coworker of yours to know, hm?”

sunghoon quickly narrowed his eyes and poked his tongue out through his cheek. “aren’t you gonna admit it?” he asked, thumb pulling her bottom lip down.

y/n choked out, completely falling in a daze at how jealous he was. “it’s not that…,” she murmured.

“then what is it?”

“i just don’t want anything noticeable, hoon.” the girl frowned. “it’s hard to cover up.”

hoon widely grinned, raising his brows as he uttered, “isn’t that the whole point?”

she rolled her eyes and shoved his arm. “i can’t have it show anywhere, idiot, especially at work.”

“so i’m right then?” he joked, earning another nudge on the arm as he laughed. “you could’ve just admitted it, you know?”

“that’s not what i meant, dumbass!” y/n defended, now smacking his arms and giggling alongside him.

the two continued their banter until sunghoon decisively wrapped his arms around her, stopping the constant hits he was receiving.

“fine, no marks.” he huffed, muzzling his head into her shoulder. he breathed in her intoxicating scent as he tightened her closer to his chest.

“you’re mine now though, right?”

y/n laughed at his words before bringing her hands up to hit his arm. “obviously.. idiot,” she responded.

sunghoon’s lips formed a huge smile that was now plastered across his face. “good…,” his soft voice whispered — “because i hate that coworker of yours.”

“hoon, he wasn’t even doing anything that bad.”

he playfully scoffed. “so now you’re trying to defend him?”

she quickly rolled her eyes. “sunghoon! he was—“

he leaned in with a grin, pressing his lips against hers to shut her up. his hand firmly held her cheeks as he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

hoon finally pulled away after her arms wrapped around his neck.

“i hate you,” she murmured.

“as if.” his lips connected with hers again for a soft peck, unable to restrain himself.

and when he leaned in again, y/n put a hand to his chest once more. “we should go back to the party,” she said, knowing how much he wanted to kiss again.

“come on, baby.” sunghoon whined, giving a slight pout. “don’t say that.”

she giggled before shaking her head. “let’s go, hoon, before they start to get suspicious.” the girl replied.

he declined for minutes, trying to convince her for another kiss, in which she eventually gave in.

y/n planted a soft peck on his lips that lasted only seconds, leaving him to scoff.

“okay, what was that?”

“that was a kiss?” she teased.

“you know i want more than that.”

his brow raised and she only laughed before pushing the door open and holding his hand. “later, dummy. come on!” y/n quickly dragged her grumbling boy out to the party and ignored his petty behavior that came afterward.

safe to say that sunghoon was definitely gonna get another kiss that night.

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a/n: heyy… i know it’s been a while.. i’m sorry! i’m currently working and also doing a summer session so i haven’t had any time at all to write, but i’m hoping to be posting regularly again. but if not then.. you will be hearing from me once a month…

[freaknloser]

Buff!Male x Chubby!FemaleReader Part 3

⚠ Content Warning: Adult language, minor sexual content, fluff, slow burn. Context: The long awaited date happens! That's it, that's the story. Word count: 3,577   │ part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │ part 5 │ part 6 (WIP) │ follow for more! │

Hello again, my beautiful she's, he's, they's, and everyone in-between! So, this one is a bit longer to make up for the cliffhanger on the last part... And because I love you. (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ I hope I didn't get too carried away but I just live for a golden-retriever type man. I can imagine Daniel with puppy ears and a tail wagging frantically every time he sees you. Alt universe one-shot? Anyway; enjoy boo! [Insert me begging for comments, messages, and asks.]

The sweet smell of syrup hung in the air, the bacon sizzling on the grill was barely audible over the mumbling coming from the tv on the wall. A few patrons were still in the small mom and pop diner, but your eyes were locked on the man in the booth across from you.

“I’ll admit I was surprised to see you tonight,” you said, sitting your purse on the crackling bench seat beside you before meeting his eyes with a playful smirk. “I thought you were hiding from me.”

Daniel chuckled, his thick arms folded on the table between you as he leaned forward. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Your smirk fell as you tilted your head.

Lines formed on his forehead as his brows scruffed together; and for a moment, he silently observed you. His scrutiny was heavy, but not cruel—he just couldn’t understand why you would think such a thing. How could anyone not want to be around you?

“It is. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Why would I avoid you?”

You dropped your eyes to your hands in your lap, fingers lazily fidgeting with each other, as you try not to melt from his casual admission. His eyes never left you, seemingly waiting for an answer to his rhetorical question. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unsaid words. Then he broke the dam.

“I went back every week.”

Your lips parted as your eyes found his once more. His face was stern—brows pinched tightly together, lips forming a small frown—and you just gawked.

“Even started going multiple times a week, honestly. I hope that’s not weird; I just wanted to see you again.” Then his eyes softened as a small smile tugged at his lips. “I was never hiding from you. Kind of the opposite, really.”

The heat radiated off your face, cheeks bright red. You wanted to call his bluff, to tease him and see if he would change his story… But the look on his face alone was enough to let you know he was, indeed, incredibly serious. His blue eyes gazed longingly at you and entire body tilted towards you.

“I-um,” the intensity in his eyes derailed your thoughts, never even giving you a chance to form a comprehensible sentence in your mind, let alone out loud.

And he grinned, wide and full of satisfaction, for the simple reason that you were reacting to his words like you felt the same pull he did. His eyes traced over the pink coloring your cheeks, admiring the smile spread across your face even as you fought it.

Just then, an older woman with a dirty white apron wrapped tightly around her waist stalked to the booth with a barely contained scowl. She greeted you half-heartedly and apologized for the wait, her words coming out as if she couldn’t care enough to put an ounce of emotion into them. As she gave her spiel, her eyes never left the coffee pot she held as she poured lukewarm coffee into two mugs.

“Get whatever you want,” he said as he motioned for you to order first.

You smiled up at the waitress, who was looking at you like she would rather be talking to anyone else, and politely request some breakfast platter from the menu—eggs, bacon, and a short stack of pancakes. Daniel nodded his agreement and ordered the same thing. She muttered something unintelligible as she was already walking away from the table.

You glanced back to Daniel, who was smirking at you. You felt your lips curl upwards.

“What?”

“Just admirin’,” he replied with a small shrug of his shoulders, making no attempt to look away.

You huffed, waving a hand through the air dismissively—even as your face glowed brightly and a grin split your lips.

“You’re just being cheesy now.”

“Probably.” His hands came to his chin, elbows planted firmly on the scarred wooden table, and he leaned forward once more. He knew how pathetic he looked, something akin to a lovesick puppy, but he simply couldn’t peel his eyes away from you.

Not like he wanted to, anyway.

“So, Y/N,” he mused, “tell me something about you.”

You hummed thoughtfully before taking a sip of your moderately warm coffee. It tasted like it had been brewed hours ago, making your face scrunch in disgust. Bitter and burnt, the offensive taste sticking to every inch of your tongue. No amount of creamer or sugar could have saved it; so, you politely set it to the side instead.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything,” he breathed eagerly as his chin sunk further into the heels of his palms. “Like… What do you like to you?”

You happily told him a few of your favorite things, your eyes lighting up as you spoke. “… and I really like reading.”

“Mm, a bookworm?”

“I guess you could say that,” you responded with a shy smile and small nod. “When I have time, I love losing myself in a good book.”

“Do you have a favorite?”

“That’s such a hard question. There’s so many books and stories I like for different reasons…”

It was supposed to be a small list of books; but before long, you were fully rambling. You started naming a few of your top reads and explaining why you liked them: the way this author wrote, how you could smell the rain in a scene in that story, the character devolvement in the other one. The only time you stopped talking was to thank the disgruntled waitress when she sat your plates down in front of you, but you quickly picked back up where you left off.

While you lost yourself in your own words, he was memorizing every expression and gesture you made, no matter how small. The way your eyes glittered when you explained a plot, hands gliding through the air as if you were painting the scene for him, how your lip curled in disgust when you spoke about the antagonists. He hung on every syllable that fell from your painted lips, hypnotized by the passion dripping from your words.

While he had never been much of a reader, listening to you gush about them gave him the sudden urge to buy an entire bookstore and read everything contained in their walls.

After an embarrassing amount of time, you realized how long you had been talking, the sentence dying on your tongue as your hands stilled before falling to your lap. Your mouth clamped closed, teeth clicking together from the quick movement, humiliation crawling up your throat.

Info dumping on your first date? How romantic!

“Wow,” he sighed, barely tilting his head in his hands. “Your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you love. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

While you had received compliments before, nothing compared to that; it wasn’t a shallow compliment on how you looked, this was something deeper. It was as if he was looking into your soul and relishing in everything he saw. He finally leaned back in his seat as your eyes shyly fell to your plate.

“There you go being corny again,” you ribbed as your fork sawed through the stack of sticky pancakes.

“Can’t help it. It just comes out,” he retorted, taking his own fork in hand. “I think part of you likes it.”

Understatement of the century.

As you both ate, you both started sharing memories from childhood. His eyes crinkled at the corners as you told him about the puppy you had as a little girl and how you would put the poor thing into costumes to play dress up with you. You laughed full forced when he told you about the the time he played pirates with his cat and quickly learned that cats don’t like water.

Your laugh was the most heavenly symphony he had ever heard—warm and bright, full of sunshine—and he wanted more. So, he kept telling you anything he could think of could possibly pull more from you. No matter how embarrassing, he said it; like how he didn’t understand that it was the ‘Pacific’ Ocean and not ‘specific’ until he was 15.

After a few more, you were hugging your sides as if you were trying to yourself held together as you laughed relentlessly. You threw a hand up, shaking your head as you tried to catch your breath between the giggles that kept boiling up.

Daniel was utterly smitten, his eyes half-lidded and lips quirked into a goofy smile. He had already started another story, but you cackled, waving your hand frantically.

“Oh my god,” you gasped between laughter. “Please shut up.”

That drew a chuckle from him, his arms crossing on the table as he leaned onto his forearms. “C’mon, shortcake. You don’t mean that.”

There it was again. Your giggles slowly tapered into a grin as the pet name sunk in; you leaned towards him ever so slightly, and for the briefest moment, his eyes fell to your lips.

“Shortcake?”

“Hmm?” His brows raised at your question.

“You called me ‘shortcake’… That was the second time.”

He leaned back in his seat, studying your nearly unreadable expression. Though he had delivered cheesy lines and told you all the embarrassing things he’d done as a boy, that was the first time he was almost ashamed of something he’d said to you.

“You don’t like it.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement; an assumption really, and one you quickly protested by shaking your head side to side quickly.

“I didn’t say that. I was just wondering why.”

“Why?” A smile found his face again, his blue eyes twinkling with admiration. “Because you’re sweet and short... And I really like shortcake.”

You were sure he could hear your heart thudding against your ribs on account of that was almost all you could hear, the hum of the diner almost vanishing behind the blood rushing through your veins. That look he was giving you? Oh, he wasn’t talking about food.

“You do?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Of course it was. He didn’t look at you like the goal was another notch in his bedpost. No, it seemed he wanted to learn everything about you; as if you held some great secret to the universe. While you did catch him scan your figure a few times—specifically your cleavage or your hands as you held your sides while you laughed—it wasn’t lascivious, it was reverent.

You weren’t a challenge or a bet; you were something worth cherishing, worth taking the time to slowly unravel… Even if his mind did occasionally flood with fantasies involving his hands caressing your thick thighs and his name breathlessly toppling from your lips.

The waitress chose that exact moment to scurry over and forcefully slap the check on the table. Her boney hands gathered your plates as she passive-aggressively muttered that you could check out at the register when you were ready. You glanced at the clock on the wall over the woman’s shoulder: it was almost midnight.

“Oh, shit,” you mumbled, quickly jerking your purse into your lap and searching it for your phone. Just as you expected: several missed calls and texts from your friends. They ranged from a tame “hope you’re having fun” to the more extreme of “please let me know your date didn’t skin you alive and leave your body in a ditch”.

You apologized to Daniel as your fingers glided over the screen. It felt like you had just gotten to the diner, and suddenly it had been over two hours. He patiently waited for you to finish with your replies, his smile growing as your eyes met his once more.

“I should get home,” you said half-heartedly. It wasn’t that you wanted to, not really, but you needed to. Your hand was already digging back in your purse as you formed the question, “Can I pay for my half?”

“You won’t hear this from me often, but no,” he firmly replied, shuffling to the end of the booth, the wooden structure faintly protesting under his weight.

Then it was your time to stare, because holy shit.

His muscles rippled under his shirt as his hand pushed off the table, the thin white fabric doing little to conceal the girth of his biceps; his vast chest tapered perfectly to a slim waist. The black dress pants clung to his thighs, stretching tightly across his lap to give you a tantalizing glimpse at the absolute monster between his legs.

You looked away quickly before he noticed where your eyes had ventured, trying to somehow will away the blush creeping its way back to your face as you carefully slid out of your seat. Before you could stand, his hand fell in front of your eyes; palm up, patient, and waiting.

Without thought, your hand fell into his; he helped you from the booth, not making any move to step back and put space between you. Instead, he was battling the urge to pull you closer, to feel your soft curves against him.

The air between you was thick with smell the syrup you poured over your pancakes melding the floral notes of your perfume, he could see the way your lips parted as you caught him staring—and it took every bit of strength not to kiss you in that moment.

“I’ll take care of the bill,” he almost whispered, his eyes glued to your lips.

Ultimately, he decided against it; you deserved better than a heat of the moment kiss in a crumby diner. You should be placed on an alter, be admired and treated like the supreme being you were. So, not now, not here. Besides, he was already formulating the perfect plan to make it the most memorable moment of your life.

Nothing went unnoticed in the tense moment, like time slowed down to a standstill. The way his gaze fixed to the curve of your lips, how the very tip of his tongue wet his lips subtly, seeing his blue eyes almost swallowed by the black of his pupils. You found yourself leaning closer, your bodies almost touching as the diner seemed to fall silent.

Instead of closing the distance between your lips, he pulled your hand to his face, pressing a lingering kiss against your knuckles. The fire flickering in his eyes stole the very breath from your lungs. No matter how hard you tried to look away, you were completely transfixed.

Though every fiber of his being was screaming at him not to let you go, again, he finally did. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, thumb tracing the delicate skin of the back of your hand, before releasing you as he took a half-step back.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, still lost in your eyes while a hand dug into his pocket. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Daniel made his way to the register to pay, you discreetly ogled him as his back was turned. You knew one thing for sure: he was definitely getting your phone number this time. Before he could turn and catch you almost gawking at how great his ass looked, you pulled your phone out to order yourself an Uber.

As your thumb finalized the request, Daniel seemingly rematerialized by your side.

“Do you need a ride home?”

You tilted your face upwards, being met with his eager smile. Your heart dropped; as much as you liked him, you weren’t ready for him to know where you lived. Honestly, he was still kind of a stranger; a hot one, and so sweet… But couldn’t the same be said for serial killers?

“Oh, I have one; but thank you for offering,” you softly respond—and watched the smile stay on his lips, but leave his eyes. Your heart clenched seeing him fight back the disappointment; but he evidently got over it quickly before trying something more subtle.

“Of course. Well… Can I give you my number so you can let me text me when you make it home? It is late,” he reasoned with confidence, “I would like to know you’re safe.”

It was endearing how fast he recovered, and adorable how little he cared to continuously put his ego on the line. Your eyes narrowed slightly before you swiveled your phone in your hand to extend to him with a knowing smile.

“Okay. Sure.” As if you hadn’t already planned on giving him your number anyway.

His grin was radiant, practically lighting up the entire diner, as he wasted no time taking your phone. His fingers methodically swiped across the screen before his eyes flicked over it, triple checking every digit. This was the most important time he had ever given his number to anyone, after all; he had to be sure it was right.

“You can use this any time, by the way,” he added, holding your phone back out to you.

“Any time? Even at 4 AM when I wake up from a weird nightmare?” You were joking, your eyebrows arching upwards—but his response was serious.

“Especially then.” One of his hands gestured towards the front door, the other arm folding behind his back. “Can I wait with you?”

You agree, and he could have lit the entirety of the dinner with his grin—because even if it was only five more minutes, it was five more minutes with you until he saw you again.

At least, he prayed he would see you again.

The distant smell of rain hit you as soon as he opened the door for you, a cool breeze stirring the skirt of the thin dress and spreading goosebumps up your legs and across your arms. Your hands clapped to your exposed upper arms as a shiver ran through your body.

Unable to miss the opportunity, Daniel immediately came to your aid, wrapping a firm arm around you and pulling you close to his side. His hands tenderly rubbed your arms, the heat from his palms seeping into your skin. The planes of his body was solid, an unmovable mass, but amazingly gentle. His warmth thoroughly enveloped you, spreading bone deep through your whole body.

At the same time, he was relishing the feeling of your smooth skin under his rough fingers, how your body molded against his side as he held you close. Though he hoped you wouldn’t push him away, he gave you the opportunity, not holding too tightly… And pulling you ever so closer when you didn’t.

He apologized for not having a coat for you, even though he was secretly thrilled that he accidently left it at the office, to which you laughed.

“Don’t be silly, you don’t owe me anything.”

That wasn’t true, not even a little. He owed you for the smile that barely left his face for nearly three hours, for the way his heart felt like it was going to overflow with happiness. Yet he stayed quiet, just giving you a warm smile instead.

Inevitably, a car fitting the description to the one on the app pulled up in front of the restaurant and you phone letting out a small ding from your purse.

“Well,” you glanced up at him. “I think this is me.”

His eyes shifted upwards, falling on the blue sedan. “Let’s make sure.”

A hand fell to the small of your back, steady and grounding. He was the first to open the door, asking the driver for the name of the passenger he was picking up, and the woman gave your name. He turned, blocking the back door for a moment.

“Don’t forget: you have my number.”

You chuckled, lips curling into a wide grin. “I promise, I’ll let you know when I make it home.”

That was enough; he moved out of the way, holding the door open for you as you slid into the cab of the obviously well-maintained backseat. The fabric of the seat clung to your dress, but you managed to show nothing more than a little knee. However, when you quickly glanced at Daniel, he wasn’t looking.

His head was partially turned, body covering the door to politely block you from prying eyes. Yes, he obviously wanted to catch a peek at your thighs, but he was trying to be a gentleman… Even if it was tempting.

You said your goodbyes after getting adjusted, his eyes finding you again. He straightened his posture, wishing you a goodnight, before stepping back and carefully closing the door.

As your driver pulled from the curb, you returned the wave Daniel gave. Once a small way away, you completely broke: grinning so wide that it physically hurt. Your heart felt like it could burst, gut twisting in the best way. Your feet kicked, hands bunched into fists, and a sound that was somewhere between a giggle and squeal left your mouth.

The driver shot a concerned look at you in the rearview mirror, but you were too giddy to care. How did a night of you dressing up to go out with your friends end up with you on a late night date with a guy you met once in a grocery store?

As you already started replaying every glance he gave you in your mind, you finally looked at the contact saved on your phone:

Daniel (the guy who’s obsessed with you)

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[wantondoe]

Birthday Sinner

Hello you dirty sinner~ (<- Did you like that, you mommy's little who-) Today's my birthday so I wanted to write something to celebrate that! I thought this would be wholesome!

Plot: You celebrate your birthday with the Hazbin Hotel characters :D (comedy) / Warnings: cursing and sexual themes, but still SWF imo (naturally) / gender neutral reader / CONTAINS SPOILERS

!! By now I've mostly written comedic stories, let me know down in the comments (or somewhere) if you have any requests. Also, I'm still pretty new to the app so please excuse my clumsiness. Anyway, enjoy! (Or don't, if you're a masochist) !!

The day before your birthday

You were casually spending an evening in the living area with the rest of the staff. You were passively scrolling through Voxtagram, when Charlie asked something.

"So, someone's birthday is coming up, huh?" Charlie spoke with a slightly hesitant voice. You raised a brow.

"Very subtle", Angel commented sarcastically.

"Aaand-", Charlie continued, "we, we were all wondering..." she awkwardly paused, seeing if anyone else would try to ask about your birthday plans. "WE WERE ALL THNKING-"

"We were thinking about throwing you a birthday party", Vaggie finished Charlie's sentence.

"Guys, that's so sweet, but... I'm much too old to celebrate my birthday... I was just planning on having a laid-back day in my room", you answer, putting down your phone.

"That sounds sad", Angel pointed out. "Come on, it'll be your birthday, toots! Loosen up a bit!"

"Angel's right", Husk agreed. "You should do something special for your big day, kiddo."

"Honestly, I've just gotten too lazy to think about throwing a party. My birthday isn't a big deal anyway..."

Nifty jumped on the sofa with you, her singular eye glowing. "Birthdays are the best! How old are you going to be?"

Alastor emerged from the shadows, his lean figure appearing behind you. "Nifty dear you should never ask someone about their age!"

"Dammit Alastor, don't sneak up on me like that!" you jolted. "Guys, I really appreciate your offers, but I don't need a huge party... Good night everyone!" That being said, you made your way upstairs towards the bedroom.

After you were gone, Charlie spoke again: "Guys, I think we should throw her the biggest, craziest birthday ever!

Birthday morning:

Today you'd spoil yourself. You'd sleep in, take a hot bath, eat a luxurious breakfast, and perhaps go on a refreshing walk in Cannibal Town.

Sitting up on the bed, you stretched your arms before walking to the bathtub. You carefully placed a fluffy towel on a stool next to the tub before sinking into the hot water. You closed your eyes, feeling the water around relaxing every muscle of yours. Finally, some relaxing alone time-

A slight frown formed between your brows as you heard Angel and Vaggie yell something in the aisle. You tried to brush it off, but it sounded like chaos emerging. Vaggie yelled something at Angel, and then there was a sound of silverware hitting the floor, followed by Angel's high pitched scream.

Alright, so that was odd. But you wouldn't let their antics ruin your peaceful morning! After you were done with the bath, you got up and carefully dried yourself. After slipping on your favorite clothes, you made your way downstairs.

Apparently, Nifty had been feeling extra productive, as she had made breakfast for everyone. There were pancakes, eggs, fruits, drinks... Everything you could imagine. They had even gotten a chocolate fountain!

"Happy birthday", the all said in unison.

"Wow, guys this is... This is amazing", you walked further into the dining area. "Is this for me...?"

"We wanted to make something special for your birthday!" Charlie clapped her hands.

"This certainly is", you take a seat between Angel and Alastor. "Thank you."

"Of course! Anything for a lovely sinner like you!" Alastor smiled, making you blush slightly.

Charlie looked smitten. "Now to sing happy birthday-"

"Don't you fucking dare", you cut in.

"I wasn't going to sing anyway", Husk admitted.

"Husk, you are a true friend", you smile at the grumpy cat demon.

"Oh, well", Charlie shrugged, "enjoy!"

Birthday, 11 am

You were craving a glass of ice water, so you made your way downstairs to the kitchen. For your surprise, you found Alastor casually standing in front of the door, efficiently blocking the way.

"Hello-!"

"Alastor, why are you blocking the door?" you stand close to him. He frowned a bit, but his wide grin remaining.

"Well, I'm afraid you can't use the kitchen right now my dear!" he explained with his usual cheerful tone.

"What? Why? The kitchen was fine in the morning!"

"My dear there's a plumbing issue!" Alastor lied effortlessly. However, the noises coming behind the door were rather unconvincing.

Vaggie behind the door: Dammit Angel I told you to use the timer!

Angel behind the door: It might still be edible, we just need to take off the burnt parts-

Vaggie behind the door: It's all burnt!

Alastor sighed at the noises coming behind the door. Soon, an intense smell of burnt food made its way through the door.

"Alastor, you lying piece of wendigo", you call him out. "I'll just grab some water-" you say, your hand reaching the doorknob.

"THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE AT THE MOMENT", Alastor rushed to say, gently smacking your hand away using his radio staff.

"For the love of all that is unholy, why won't you let me in!"

"I, uh", Alastor's charismatic persona dropped for a bit.

"You're being so weird!" you groan in frustration, marching away.

After your form was nowhere to be seen anymore, Alastor peeked his head through the door. "WHAT IS GOING ON IN THERE? Can't you two make a cake without being overly suspicious about it?"

Vaggie huffed at Alastor. "Well, you'd be welcome to make this cake, but you'd probably spoil it by using human blood anyway!"

Angel cried, holding an utterly burnt chocolate cake in his spider arms. "I did follow the recipe!"

Vaggie: "Angel, you waste of a jawline!"

Birthday afternoon

Charlie was talking on her phone in the lobby, as she spotted you. Her eyes widened and she instinctively moved to block the door.

"Not this shit again", you mutter. "Charlie, not you too! Why are you all trying to block my way everywhere?!"

"Where do you think you're going?" Charlie asked awkwardly.

"Outside, for a walk. I'm a free sinner-"

"That just won't do!" she blocked the doorway with her body.

"Dammit Charlie!" you curse, marching back in the hotel.

Charlie watched you disappear in the hotel before lifting the phone on her ear again. "Yes, dad. We need 100 balloons and a Vox-shaped pinata. Yes that was Alastor's idea..."

Birthday evening

Frustrated, you had spend your whole birthday chilling on your bed. Your eyes were already drying up from staring at your phone all day. You didn't even notice someone sneaking behind you. The last thing you remembered was something blunt hitting the back of your head before a total blackout.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You woke up, only to realize you were blindfolded. Then you panicked as you realized you were tied up on a chair. However, your panic melted away as soon as you heard the familiar voices.

Charlie: Nifty! I told you to bring them here, not to... assault them!

Nifty: Those are the same thing!

Angel: Ooh you tied them up! How kinky!

Cherry Bomb: Very sexy indeed. Am I the only one imagining them naked?

Angel: Nope.

Husk: Dammit Nifty! What if they wake up with brain damage?

Vaggie: Do we have the balloons? Also, where's Lucifer?

Charlie: Ah, dad couldn't join us, he's still recovering from the hemorrhoid surgery (if you know you know, if you don't, go read my post "Drop Dead Gorgeous"). He even had to get one of those hemorrhoid pillows!

Angel: No anal for Lucifer for a while...

Alastor: Now now, Angel, don't be lewd.

Angel: I'm bored just standing here! When is the bitch going to wake up?!

You smirk. "I am awake, Angel."

A long silence followed your statement.

Charlie: Uh, ha ha, that's great. Uh, Nifty, will you undo your... The blindfold and the ropes?

"Surprise!"

"Surprise motherfucker", Angel grinned.

You were freed from your restrains in mere seconds. You saw all your friends gathered around you. They were smiling awkwardly, wishing you happy birthday in unison. You noticed the ridiculous amount of balloons behind them and a pinata that really did look like Vox.

"You guys really went out of your ways to make this happen huh?" You couldn't deny it, it was impressive. Knowing the hazbins and their quirks, you were surprised that they had been able to put up everything so nicely.

"We just thought you should have a proper birthday, my dear", Alastor chuckled.

"You guys really won't give up huh. Thank you", you giggled. "Alright, you win. Let's party."

"Okay, so first, we got some presents!" Charlie motioned towards the pile of presents in the living room.

You kept opening the gifts, your heart fluttering as they had gifted things you had actually asked for. Then came Angel's turn.

"Happy birthday toots", Angel wished, smirking widely.

"Angel, this present is clearly the shape of a dildo", you state.

"Hey! Don't ruin the surprise!" Angel pouted. "It's not just any dildo, it has 13 different vibrating modes-"

You ripped the wrapping, revealing a huge dildo. You read the text on the package: "Hellpounder 3000, size XL." Your eyes widened as it started vibrating violently. "Angel for the love of Satan!"

Charlie coughed awkwardly while Alastor's aura got exponentially darker.

"Pretty sweet huh?" Angel winked an eye. "I promise you, it gives multiples, every time-"

"Alright!" you blush. "Thank you Angel, I can tell you really care about my, uh, well being", you wrap the dildo back in the paper.

Surprise guest

"We have one final surprise for you!" Charlie's smile widened, if that was even possible by now. "We have someone very special who's come all the way from heaven!"

A familiar serpent figure stepped from the shadows.

"Oh my Hell... Do my eyes deceive me?" You stepped closer. "Sir Pentious! It really is you!" You jumped to hug your old friend. "Look at you all dressed up in white! It does suit you! Ah, it's so good to see you!"

"It's good to see you too my old friend!" Sir Pentious smiled. "I'm glad they let me visit Hell every now and then!"

"How's Heaven treating you?" you ask curiously.

"It's pretty nice, though sometimes I find myself missing Hell, especially you people", Sir Pentious responded with a longing expression.

"You're the best birthday present ever!" you hum happily, giving him one more hug.

"I resent that", Angel crossed his arms.

"Come on Sir Pentious! Let's cut the cake!" you lead the snake to the kitchen followed by the others.

Cutting the cake

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, dirty sinner, happy birthday to you", they sangs happily as you laughed softly, cutting the ridiculously large cake.

"This is my favorite cake guys!" you exclaim.

"I know my cake", Angel smirked. "Yeah, you like eating cake don't you-"

"Ahem", Alastor furrowed his brows.

Even Lucifer had joined them through a video call.

"Happy birthday kid!" Lucifer smiled through the screen. "I'm sorry I couldn't join today..."

"It's okay Lulu, how's the recovery?" you ask while the others cut the cake.

"Well, the hemorrhoid surgery was a success, but this recovery bullshit sure is painful. Like, everything I do reminds me of my ass. Trying to walk, sitting down, taking a dump-"

"That's cool, just keep talking about your ass while we eat cake", Husk muttered.

"I see it as very fitting", Angel chuckled. "You know, eating cake and talking about ass-"

"AHEM", Alastor raised his voice again.

"Damn, no Hellpounder 3000 for Lucifer anytime soon", Angel mumbled while moving to the side to grab some drinks.

"Well, I see you have your hemorrhoid pillow", you giggle. "It's gonna be fine, Lulu. Maybe next week Charlie can pick you up and bring you here to spend time with us!"

"Oh that would be just lovely. I'd be so pleased to get a visit from out hemorrhoid-ridden king", Alastor said, his cheery voice dripping with sarcasm.

You smiled at Lucifer and Alastor started bickering on the phone. You walk over to Vaggie. "Vaggie, I know none of this party would've succeeded if it wasn't for you. You truly are the backbone of this hotel and our little group of misfits. Thank you", you hug the fallen angel.

"T-thank you", Vaggie smiled shyly, feeling good that her effort was recognized. "That means a lot."

...

The party was going well. Everyone found their ways to keep themselves entertained. Vaggie and Charlie were eating snacks and talking with Lucifer on the phone, Alastor was enjoying a whiskey at Husk's bar. Nifty ran around the hotel with balloons, her manic laughter echoing in the hallways.

Even Fat Nuggets, Angel's adorable pet piglet had joined then. The pink piglet sniffed on the empty plates. Noticing the piglet's hunger, Charlie cut a piece of cake and placed the plate on the floor. "There you go, piggy."

You sat on the sofa with Angel as Alastor passionately beat up the Vox-shaped pinata.

"Oh my, he's really beating the shit out of that pinata", Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Even blindfolded, he manages to hit the right spots", you take a sip of your drink.

"That sounded hot", Angel said casually as you choked on your drink.

"Angel for fuck's sake!" you curse.

Alastor hit the pinata one final time before the candy fell out. Nifty was blissfully jumping around, catching the candy.

"Oh, aren't those two cute?"

You and Angel watch Alastor and Nifty interact. There was almost something daughter and father -like about the way the two interacted.

You noticed Sir Pentious in the opposite corner of the room, trying to flirt with Cherry Bomb.

Sir Pentious: So, if you were in Heaven... Would you open your heavenly gates for me?

You giggled with Angel at Sir Pentious' adorable attempts to flirt.

"Well, I must say this party turned out well. I feel like we've all been busy with the Hotel lately, so much so that we haven't gotten together like this for a while", you speak lazily.

"Yeah toots, your birthday was the perfect excuse to spend some quality time or whatever shit", Angel mumbled back, clearly intoxicated from the alcohol. "And I mean, look, we got Sir Pentious to visit too..."

"Man we are getting sentimental as fuck", you mumble, watching your friends enjoy the party. "It's like... We are having a deep conversation."

"So deep", Angel nodded with a suggestive tone. "You know toots, you should really give that Hellpounder 3000 a chance."

"Alright, I will", you rolled your eyes. "Man, this has been one of the best birthdays I've ever had."

Extra

It had been two weeks since your birthday. Charlie had decided to throw a casual family dinner at the Hotel, mainly because Lucifer seemed lonely. After all, Lucifer had been unable to join your birthday, which had left his pride wounded.

You were setting the table with Angel and Nifty as you saw Lucifer's car driven by Charlie enter the Hotel's front.

You walked closer to the window with Angel and watched the father and daughter struggle.

Charlie, trying to Help Lucifer out of the car: Dad, just take my hand!

Lucifer: It hurts too much! I can't do this...

Charlie: Come on dad, we made your favorite food! Here, let me carry your apple cane-

Lucifer, holding his butt: Charlie! CHARLIE! I think I popped the stitches! My hemorrhoids never leave me!

Charlie: Dad come on, walk along with me-

Lucifer with genuine panic in his voice: No! NO! We forgot my hemorrhoid pillow! I can't go anywhere without it! Please we have to get it-

Charlie: Okay, relax dad! I got the pillow, see? Now let's go!

Angel turned to look at you. "Well, this will be an interesting dinner."

"Poor Lulu tho", you chuckle as you glance through the window, seeing Lucifer being carried by his daughter. "We love our short king."

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 1

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: Some violence, Batman level of violence

Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Jason Todd assumed Gothamites didn't have souls let alone soulmates, so when he as Robin saves a girl from thugs attacking her school he is shocked when their eyes meet and the world is suddenly a vibrant rainbow. Before they can speak she passes out and he decides to keep her safe he has to watch from afar. Until he dies.

You saw Robin and you saw color. You knew it must be dangerous to be Robin so you let him stay away, hoping someday you could meet and at least hear his voice. Then, it's all black and white again and you mourn the loss of a soulmate you never knew.

A year later you wake up and the world is back in color. You are confused and frightened, not sure what is happening, but you know one thing, you accepted your soulmate hiding before, but now you would find him.

Notes: Hello! This Jason Todd fic is brought to you by the people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. I thought how crazy it would drive someone to first know their soulmate is a masked vigilante, then they die and everything is back to black and white, and then its color again. That person would probably be obsessed with finding out what happened, why it happened, and who exactly their soulmate was to go off and die and then come back to life. I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques always appreciated! PS. once again, my Jason Todd fancast is Lewis Tan (but also this GIF of baby Jason Todd brings a sweet tear to my eye)

The first day of high school could be a lot of things. The day you met a new friend, the day you get a lunch tray dropped on you, the day you have a mortifying wardrobe malfunction. What it shouldn't be was the day you almost die AND meet your soulmate. One or the other, not both. However, your life always seemed unnecessarily complicated so when a pair of armed thugs arrived, taking teachers hostage and diligently searching lockers and bags it shouldn't have surprised you. Honestly, it didn't surprise you when they found what they were looking for inside your backpack. You knew your foster dad was shady, shady enough to try and steal money from Two-Face and hide it in your bag like the coward he was. The minions took you, kicking and screaming, out a side door, dragging you by your hair. You tried to fight, swinging wildly and trying to pull away, yelping when you were yanked back easily.

"What are we taking her for? She's just some snot-nosed kid," one of the thugs said, looking around warily. "We don't have time to take a hostage, the Batman's out early today." The other minion scoffed, yanking again on your hair.

"I'm not scared of that psycho, and I want a new plaything, this one looks fun," he said. "A little young normally but she's filling out well." You felt sick rise in your throat at what he had planned for you. He pulled you ahead of the other attacker, letting him fall back to watch his back. You were rounding the side of the school towards the alley, certain you were going to horribly mutilated and murdered, when you swore you saw a shadow amidst the dumpsters.

Then you heard the other thug collapse, grunting. You tried to turn and look, worried that some other gang was coming to join the fun, but the one holding your hair threw you. Your head rocked against the brick wall of the school. You muttered out a curse as you sat down, starting to see black engulfing you, when you made contact with Robin. Before you lost consciousness you saw it, his eyes suddenly in full color, then you succumbed.

Gotham wasn't the place Jason thought he would find a soulmate. He didn't he'd ever see color in the world. Between the rich trying to buy, sell, or steal anything and everything their sick hearts' desired and the criminals who would kill you on sight just for fun he was surprised anyone, including himself, has a soul to begin with. So when black and white suddenly became color he froze, almost missing the fist coming for him face. Almost. His dodge was late, the thugs punch grazing his cheek, not enough to knock him down but enough that he felt pain in his jaw. He still recovered before the attack, throwing his own punch that was reinforced with black brass knuckles, landing true right to side of the thug's head, knocking the man down and out.

Batman looked at him, gaze dark. He dropped the other attacker on top of the first, grabbing the backpack and getting the money from it. They had been tracking this cash, needing it collected before the toxin that it was doused in caused anyone to start laughing. He promptly lit the stack on fire, making sure it burned to ash, while Jason picked up the girl and took her out of the alley, nearer to the school. He waved down the GCPD that was there and saw two officers come running, waving for an ambulance to follow them down the street. He took one more glance at her, his soulmate, before going back to the alley. Batman motioned to the building next to them and Jason followed, grappling to the roof and landing just after Batman, knowing he was going to get chewed out for at least two things.

"Brass knuckles Robin?" Batman asked. "Those are something you aren't able to use properly yet." Jason glared, but bit his tongue. Better a tongue lashing now than extra training drills in the evening. "And what happened back there? You hesitated, that isn't like you." Jason didn't answer again. The last thing he needed was Batman knowing that the world wasn't in shades of gray for Jason anymore. He could see the red of the bricks of the school, he had seen the brown in your eyes, and the auburn of your hair. He had no idea what these colors were actually called, he would have to borrow the flashcards Dick had bought when he'd met Barbara. "Start talking Robin."

"The brass knuckles are helpful, I didn't need to use more energy to take out that guy who is literally twice my size," he said. He hated to remember that while Batman was fully grown, in his mid-30s, and the peak of his physical self, Jason was still just 16, a little scrawny despite his weight training, and maybe had some growing to do. "And I don't know why I hesitated, maybe it was seeing a kid my own age almost getting her head smashed in." He was watching the EMTs carting her to the ambulance. He felt the need to follow them, make sure she was safe. He wanted to find her tomorrow and talk to her, hear what she sounded like when she wasn't screaming. Batman watched Jason as he watched the girl they saved. Something was up, but he wasn't sure what. They weren't in an area of town that Jason had ever lived, nor did he go there when he wasn't Robin so he didn't know the girl. He would have to keep an eye on his sidekick. For now he just told him to go home. He would do one last sweep of the city and make sure the tainted cash was all collected and destroyed.

Jason should have gone back to the manor, but instead he followed the ambulance to Gotham General, perching on the roof. He watched them drive inside and wished he had a change of clothes, he could at least sneak in easier. He moved to the access stairs and headed down, keeping to the quieter hallways and stairwells until he was able to find her. She was still unconscious, though it looked medicinal now. He stared at her, memorizing her face, counting every freckle, watching her chest go up and down as she slept. He heard voices in the hallway and looked back at her for a moment, silently promising her that she would safe from now on, he would make sure of it. He disappeared into a vent, heading back outside and starting back towards the manor. After about three blocks he knew that Nightwing had found him, so he stopped, waiting for his big brother to catch up.

"Batman wanted me to keep track of you little bird," Nightwing said. Jason rolled his eyes at the name but didn't say anything. It secretly made him feel special, hearing his brother call him a nickname. "So who was the girl?" It figures he had seen him in the hospital room.

"We just saved her from some of Two-Faces bitches at Gotham North high school," he said. "The asshole threw her into a wall, I looked at her and her eyes, they're the most beautiful color I've ever seen." Nightwing's eyebrows got high enough that Jason saw them peeking out of his mask.

"Going to need those flashcards, did you tell Batman?" Nightwing asked. Jason shook his head. "I get it, but he should know..."

"No Dick," Jason said. He knew that Batman would have him running laps around the grounds until he collapsed if he heard Jason calling Dick by his mortal name, but right now he needed his brother to understand how serious he was. Jason didn't want Batman to know, didn't need Batman or Bruce Wayne worrying about him, about what finding his soulmate might do to him. He would be considered a liability, too young to handle the responsibility, balance the need to see her, to protect her, with the need to keep Gotham safe. Dick had already been Nightwing when Barbara had come along, Bruce had simply told him to not let the soulmate urges distract him, and that had been enough. Jason was younger, more reckless, more unpredictable and Bruce would be waiting for him to screw up, another thing to add to the list of things Jason didn't do as well as Dick with.

"He will figure it out," Dick said. Jason stood up and shook his head, grappling away, wanting to get back home and get a shower before patrol tonight. He needed to think.

You started learning the names of colors as soon as you got home. It was amazing, seeing everything the world had to offer, so much beauty and so bright. But nothing could drive the image of Robin's eyes out of your mind. You knew that he probably hadn't come back to see you again because he was Robin. No one knew who Batman, Robin, or Nightwing were and despite being soulmates its not like he knew you, knew he could trust you. So you went about your life, telling only your closest friends that you had a soulmate. They of course questioned you on who it was but you said that it was a quick glance, no names exchanged, no phone numbers, nothing, so you weren't sure how to find him. They had plenty of suggestions that you pretended to entertain but you knew it was useless, if Robin didn't want you to know him then you wouldn't. You would gaze at every boy with dark hair and brown eyes you came across, at school, at the arcade, the library, your job at Big Belly Burger, everywhere, just trying to find someone who's eyes matched his. You never found him. Then everything changed.

It was evening, you were sitting in your room, watching a movie, once again marveling about the colors in the mountains as the camera swept over the scenery. Your new foster parents didn't understand your fascination with nature documentaries but you didn't want to tell about Robin, they would be worried you were crazy and send you back to the group home and you didn't want to be there ever again. The documentary was just changing to the ocean, your favorite part, when suddenly the world went back to black and white. Your breath stopped, eyes getting wide. You blinked once, twice, three times, but it stayed black and white. You stood, wanting to run out the door, find Robin, but you couldn't, you had no idea where he might be. You knew what had happened, the world only went back to black and white when your soulmate died. You couldn't believe this. You'd never even heard his voice and now you never would. You collapsed on your floor, tears streaming down at the future you had been imagining, all of it crashing down around you. Your parents found you like this, inconsolable, and despite not wanting to go back to the group home that's where you were taken a few days later, the world still dull and gray.

You spent the next year in gray, unable to bring yourself back to the person you had been before. You bounced around homes, therapy seeming useless for you, new parents not sure how to draw you out of your depression. Your friends told you about support groups for people who lost their soulmates, people who could help you recover, but you didn't want to. You wanted to hear his voice, feels his hand, know what his name was. It wasn't fair, nothing in your life seemed fair. You went to bed every night with dried tears on your cheeks.

Until, one day, you woke up, and the color was back.

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19:27

C.San x Fem!Reader

Wc:5.3k

Warnings: readers aunt is a complete Karen. Body shaming. Shaming in general. Self conscious reader. San is whipped. Sea sickness (no physical sickness)

Synopsis: a few days in on your vacation, and you reunite with San, who once again comes to your rescue.

Part 1 Part 3

It had been a few days and you hadn't had the chance to meet San again. Honestly, you were bored. You could only sit around a pool doing nothing for so long. Sitting in a restaurant on the seafront, your family was making conversation but you just stayed quiet, looking out at the sea.

"(Y/n)? You could try smiling." Your mother laughed a little, sipping her wine. All you did was shrug. Across the table, your aunty clicked her tongue.

"She's ungrateful. Never happy with anything." That statement began a short argument amongst your family until your father decided to cut in.

"Well, why don't you decide what we do tomorrow?" He suggested, making you perk up slightly. Whilst they were still talking, you began to think about it. What to do?

"I still don't understand why you're wearing that." Hearing your aunt talk, you stared across at her and sighed.

"Its comfy. And warm. It gets cold at night." You reasoned for still wearing Sans hoodie. It really was windy in the evenings and plus, you enjoyed wearing it. You liked how it drowned you.

"I think she's making it up. I highly doubt someone gave it to her." Again, your aunty chimed in, much to your displeasure. Staring down at your hands, you chose to zone out for now. It wasn't worth listening to. All she ever did was make passive aggressive comments. A hand landed on your shoulder, causing you to flinch and look up. When you did, you were met with Sans kind eyes gazing down at you.

"Hey." He spoke softly, smiling as your face lit up.

"Hi." You responded forgetting everyone's former comments. When your mother cleared her throat, you jumped and looked at your family.

"Oh. This is San, the guy I met at the airport." You explained, happy that they could see he was actually real. Your dad smiled, shaking his hand and saying hello. San made sure to keep one hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, so you travelled with my daughter?" Your mother asked him, eyeing him up and down. He never faltered under her intense gaze.

"Yeah, we were both travelling alone so I thought it would be better."

"And you don't mind that she stole your jacket." Your aunty butt in and you cursed at her silently for embarrassing you. San chuckled, swiftly changing his view to you before looking back at her.

"I gave it to her. I hoped she'd be wearing it." He told her calmy, almost as if he could guess there was tension between the two of you. Your aunt huffed, rolling her eyes slightly. Tilting his head down at you, San spoke again.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come meet my friends? Once you're finished here." You nod immediately, wanting to get away from a certain family member.

"Great, I'll text you our location." He gave your shoulder a slight squeeze before heading off.

"Well now I understand." Your mother smirked lightly, giving you a look you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"He's quite handsome." She continued, making you blush in embarrassment.

"She's got no chance." Everyone looked to your aunt, your father looking angry.

"I know." Frowning, you agreed before turning your head away.

"Why would you say that?" Whilst your father took it upon himself to defend you, your mother reached over and got your attention.

"Go, catch up to him. Just let us know you're safe OK?" She smiled warmly. Relieved, you thanked her and hastily made your get away.

It didn't take long for you to find San walking along the street. Running up to him, you gently touched his arm in order to alert him. Surprised, San looked down at you and instantly began smiling.

"Well, that didn't take long huh?" He chuckled, but it faded as he saw your sour expression.

"What's wrong?" San stopped walking, turning towards you fully. Avoiding eyecontact, you looked down. Wearing a loose black button down with blue ripped jeans, you thought he looked good. But then you remembered your aunts words and frowned again.

"Nothing."

"No, what happened?" Sighing, you felt yourself relax as the man placed his hands on your arms.

"Just, my Auntie said something. It's not important." Not convinced, San reached down and took hold of your hands.

"Well, let's see if we can cheer you up OK? My friends are in a bar just up ahead." Even through he dropped the left, he kept hold of your right hand and began walking with you to the bar. You moved close to his side, allowing yourself to feel better by him. San pulled you into a bar and headed up some stairs until you got onto the roof. There, it was mostly empty, apart from a couple tables. Next to the balustrade, was a low white table with two black leather couches on either side. On the left sat a tall man with a blondish buzz cut and on the right a shorter man with longer black hair. The latter perked up at the sight of San before looking shocked. He leant over and slapped the others shoulder.

"Ow, what you do that for?" The taller whined before looking over. His eyes widened a little. San stood in front of them both, turning his attention to the noirette.

"Move over there." Quickly, he scampered over next to the other man. Sitting down, San pulled you down next to him.

"(Y/n), these are my friends. The short one is wooyoung and that's mingi." He informed you, making wooyoung huff in annoyance.

"Not short."

"Yes, you are." Mingi laughed, finishing his drink. Wooyoung then countered back, starting an argument.

"Ignore them, what do you want to drink?" San leant close to you, your shoulders pressing together. Ignoring your racing heart, you looking at the menu with him before pointing at a strawberry drink. He left briskly, before you could give him any money. After turning your head, you found both men opposite staring at you.

"Oh, hi." You smiled nervously, not confident in yourself. Narrowing his eyes, wooyoung scooted forward until his knees hit the table.

"You're a witch." Your eyes darted side to side, not quite knowing what to say to that.

"Way to go woo." Mingi rubbed his face.

"Why?" You almost laughed, crossing your legs and trying to get comfortable.

"Since arriving San has been really happy." Still muddled, you shrugged.

"OK? That's good, right?" Mingi nod at you, twisting him empty glass.

"Yes. Of course. But strange. San is a really moody guy." Now you were just surprised. You would never have guessed that, San seemed lighthearted.

"But, since he got here, he's been all smiles."

"And never off his phone." Wooyoung finished for his friend. You gave the men a confused look and they shared a look between them.

"Because he's been texting you." Now understanding, you blushed a little and shook your head.

"I doubt I'm the reason for his mood." You chuckled, only to be met by their bored faces.

"You definitely are. When he told us you met at the airport, we didn't think much of it. Then we noticed he didn't bring his favourite hoodie." Quickly, you shrugged it off and folded it neatly. Mingi laughed again, watching you place it next to you.

"He gave it to you huh?"

"I was cold. I tried to give it back." You reasoned, trying to relax your flushed face. Wooyoung waved in dismissal.

"No its cute. Of course he'd give a pretty girl his jacket. Very chivalrous of him. I think he's fully whipped for you." Feeling butterflies in your stomach, you swallowed nervous before shaking your head.

"No I'm not-" You paused, not wanting to be so self deprecating in front of these people.

"He's not. Don't be silly. I was just alone and nervous. And San was just being nice. He probably feels obliged to see me. Probably just to get his jacket back." In your mind, that was a perfectly reasonable explanation. Scoffing, mingi folded his arms.

"Seriously? Trust us, San isn't the type to do something he doesn't want to." For a second, you just blinked at them.

"That doesn't mean anything." With your mind fully refusing to think anything of it, Wooyoung piped up again.

"He thinks you're cute, (y/n). And you make him happy." Heat rose on your cheeks.

"No he doesn't. Plus, I've only known him a few days." Trying to laugh it off, you prayed San would come back with your drinks soon.

"Exactly. And in those few days we've sat and watched the boy grinning at his phone like an idiot." Mingi sounded so sure of it, it almost convincing you. But still, your head protested.

"He doesn't think I'm pretty." Quirking an eyebrow, Wooyoung placed down his now also empty glass.

"Have you ever looked in the mirror?" Whilst he was clearly joking, you tilting your head.

"I try to avoid them." They both looked at you with a hint of sadness, but you chose to ignore that. The hair on your arms had risen with the cool wind blowing, but you didn't dare think of putting the hoodie back on. Luckily, San came back and sat beside you, putting two drinks down.

"Hey, what about us?" Wooyoung pouted, upset his drink had ran out.

"Get your own." San laughed in return, making the boys groan and make their way down to the bar.

"So, what were you talking about?" Blushing, you looked up at him a gave a tight lipped smile.

"Oh nothing. Just, nothing." He looked skeptical but dropped the subject. A wind rippled through the air, making you shiver and close in on yourself. Noticing, San scowled and twisted to face you.

"Why did you take my jacket off?" Without looking at him, you swirled your drink around lightly.

"Well it's yours. Not mine. I thought you'd want it back. I felt bad wearing it." You told him honestly, putting your glass down carefully. Shaking his head slightly, San took the hoodie and wrapped it around your form, sliding it over your arms. Deja Vu hit you from the airport.

"I dont want it back yet. I gave it to you to wear, remember? Plus, you look really cute." You almost choked, eyes going wide and cheeks tinting red. San smirked, slipping his arm around your waist and tugging you into his side.

"Warmer now?" You hummed, leaning against the male shyly. Distant gouces grew louder as mingi and wooyoung took their seats again. Wooyoung looked down, smiling to himself as he'd noticed your position.

"So, (y/n), anything interesting planned on your holiday?" Mingi asked, smiling warmly at you.

"Well actually, I have to choose something for my family to do tomorrow." Interested, San thumbed at your waist lightly whilst speaking.

"Anything in mind?" Trying to ignore his touches, you cleared your throat.

"Actually, I was thinking maybe a boat trip."

"Yes!" Wooyoung yelled unexpectedly, making everyone jump. You looked around confused. Chuckling, mingi decided to answer you.

"He's been desperate to go on a boat. Wooyoung she's going with her family. Not us." Now pouty again, wooyoung sat back disappointed. Thinking it over, you smiled a little.

"Well, you three can come along? My family won't mind." That was only half a lie, as you knew your aunt would make some comments.

"Seriously?" You reassured San that it was no problem.

"I'll book it on my way back to the villa. Then you three can meet us at the docks tomorrow." Forming the plan, everyone agreed. You even dropped your parents a text to double check. They were more than happy to have them accompany you. Wooyoung was practically bouncing in his seat, chatting about how he really wanted to swim in the caves. Perking up, you started talking about that with him, getting into a deep conversation. A sharp laugh brought you both out of your discussion, turning to mingi.

"What's so funny?" Woo asked, once again finishing his drink.

"Nothing just Sans so w-"

"Anyway. Should we go book that trip?" Before anyone could protest, San stood up, took your hand and pulled you out of the bar. This left the others scurrying after you. Linking your fingers comfortably, San let you guide then over to a small stand by the beach. He watched as you booked in for the next day, paying the lady.

"Let me walk you back?" San asked politely, complicated ignoring his friends. Shyly, you nod and grinned. He simply waved off his friends before heading off to where you were staying.

On the short walk back, he swung your hands playfully and spoke about a few of his interests. You learned he liked to game and when you brought up animal crossing, he mentioned a friend who too loved that game. Sadly, your conversation was cut short as you came to the door of your villa.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" He smiled, hand reluctant leaving your own.

"Yeah, I'll text you in the morning." Pursing his lips slightly, the red-head gazed downward.

"I'll probably text you in a few minutes." You giggled at his honestly and nod approvingly.

"That's better." For a second you both stared at each other, your heart hammering behind your ribs. Sans ears slowly turned red as he took a step back.

"Goodnight then."

"Night..." Smiling shyly, you waved him off before quickly stepping inside.

After getting up and taking far too long to get ready, you made your way to the living area. You had decided to wear a simple triangle, black bikini that had thin straps and two ties around your waist. On top of that you had a dark vest and some loose demin shorts. Everyone was waiting for you, your mother smiling upon seeing you. Going to her side, you helped pack a small bag for the day then set off to the Dock. Realising you hadn't heard from San, you pulled your phone out.

You: you better be awake ☹️

San: of course I am. Wooyoung Is still half asleep though 😭 we're almost there don't worry.

You: oh you might get there before us then actually.

San: don't keep me waiting 😊

You smiled down at your phone, trying not to show how his simple text affected you.

"I'm guessing that's San?" Your dad asked, walking beside you. Blushing, you shrugged and put your phone away.

"Young love." He joked, patting your head. Your aunt scoffed, making her voice known.

"They're not in love. She's never going to see him after this holiday." Your heart sunk at what she said, the reality that she may be correct sinking in. Hearing your mother say something, you blocked it out and continued walking.

"(Y/n)! Finally! San was starting to annoy us." Wooyoung ran over, grabbing your hand and tugging on it eagerly. You giggled, allowing yourself to be dragged.

"I was not being annoying."

"You were literally moping." Mingi chuckled, turning to greet your family with Wooyoung. Rolling his eyes, San stood next to you.

"The boat is here." He told everyone, pointing behind himself. Politely, he bowed towards your parents, making sure help the onto the boat. Taking your hands, he too helped you on and sat beside you. The driver began to explain how you'd go turtle watching, swimming in the caves and enjoy a lovely ride. Wooyoung smiled widely, shaking San with excitement as the driver started the engine and began the journey. At first, everyone was talking and getting to know each other. It was all going so well. Until it wasn't and you caught your aunt giving San a funny look.

"Why have you done that?" She pointed at her hair almost aggressively. Giving her a smile, San shrugged.

"I liked the colour." She just huffed, shaking her head.

"I'll never understand it." Seeing your expression, your mother was quick to redirect your aunts attention whilst you turned to the man next to you.

"I'm sorry, please ignore everything she says." San smiled reassuringly and placed his hand on yours. You felt those butterflies return and prayed you weren't blushing.

"Dont apologise. I'm not affected." Subtly, he moved closer, turning his head as if he were looking out at the sea. When, in reality he was whispering into your ear.

"Is that why you looked upset earlier? Did she say something?" Surprised he had noticed, you pressed your lips together.

"I'll tell you after." You mumbled, not wanting to be overheard.

"Excuse me, everyone." The captain got your attention, standing at the head of the boat.

"Turtles tend to poke their heads out here, look out and you might see one."

After wooyoung had gotten to see a turtle, the boat headed towards some caves. The boys all stood up, stripping down to their trunks.

"Are you coming swimming with us?" Mingi asked grinning, your eyes wondering over to them. However your focus was mainly on San. You knew he was fit, that much was obvious. But wow, you're sure you were heavily blushing by that point. Biting your lip, you looked down nervously. Whilst you really wanted to, you couldn't help but feeling insecure. San pulled you up, smiling kindly.

"Its okay." It was as if he could read your mind. Nodding, you slowly pulled your clothes off and went to the edge of the boat with the boys. The driver stopped the boat, letting down a ladder. Wooyoung ignored this however and threw himself into the water. You couldn't help but laugh, watching him cough as he came to the surface. Mingi jumped in too, much more graceful than his younger friend. Once climbing in, San stayed by the bottom of the ladder and helped you down safely. Wooyoung practically raced off into the cave, mingi hot on his trail.

"Hold on." San guided you onto his back then Swam off after the others. You held on tightly, chin resting on his shoulder comfortably. Miraculously, he kept your head above water as he swam into the cave. Wooyoung climbed up onto a rock, looking around in amazement.

"Its so cool." He gaped, beaming as his eyes wondered over the different colours and lights, reflected on the oceans surface. You had to agree, your arms still wrapped around San tightly. Reaching a slightly shallow part, San stood. Gently, he set you down and brought you to his side before pointing up. You tilted your head, finding there to be a gap in the top of the cave. Just big enough so you could see the sky.

"Imagine seeing that at night? All the stars, maybe even the moon?" You thought out loud, not realising the male has left his arm around your waist loosely.

"That sounds romantic." You made eye contact as he spoke, a small smile gracing Sans lips. Everything seemed to fizzle out for a few moments as you focused on each other. Swallowing down your nerves, you turned slightly in his direction and his hand tightened on your waist.

"Hey San!" Mingi yelled, disturbing your moments.

"Look at this shell we found!" Chuckling, San slowly let go and swam over to his friends. This gave you time to try and relax your accelerating heart. Your hand was patting at your chest in effort of easing your emotions.

"(Y/n)? Come here." Wooyoung quickly swam to you and took hold of your hand. Smiling, you allowed him to leaf you over to the others.

"Aren't they pretty?" Mingi smiled, looking through all the shells he'd collected. Agreeing, you let him show you his favourites. Suddenly, San came to your side, pulled wooyoungs hand away and nudging him slightly. Not having realised he was still holding it, San shook his head before standing close and playing his hands on your waist. Almost, protectively? You tried not to over think it too much. Wooyoung put his hands up in defence against his supposed best friends glare then hopped up to sit on the rock with mingi. You didn't complain, finding comfort in his hold.

Once back on board, San was quick to wrap a towel around you and sit by your side. The sun had began to set, creating a lovely array of cascading purple and orange hues in the sky. Faintly, you heard your family talking about that nights plans but chose not to comment. The captain informed everyone of the fact he was making the journey back. Which was good because, now that everyone was settled, less excited, you had noticed how rocky the boat had gotten. Now that it was setting into evening, the wind picked up slightly. Even if it wad miniscule, your acid induced stomach wasn't a fan.

"What's up with your face?" Your aunt asked with a bored tone, causing everyone to look at you.

"Just a little nauseous." You told her, only for the woman to roll her eyes.

"You were fine a minute ago. Honestly, I don't know where you get your dramatics from." She sneered, folding her arms. A lump firmed in your throat, the bottom of you eyes stinging. If it wasn't for the crowd, you would have been crying. Letting out an annoyed breath, you're sure you heard your father having a go but didn't care to look.

"Hey." Gently, San cupped your cheek and smiled softly.

"Do you trust me?" Nodding slightly, you sucked in as San carefully hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you. Skillfully, he turned you around, so you were facing the sea and slowly sat you back on the padded seat. Making sure you had one leg on either side of the metal pole that heald the railing, San sat himself behind you so your body was flush to the barrier. Your legs hung over the edge, his frame encasing your own. Bringing his arms to wrap around your waist, San held you securely. Each time the boat ducked, the water tickled your legs making you smile.

"I won't let you fall through OK?" Humming, you looked up at him, thankful for the distraction. He rested his chin on your shoulder, also happy with the closeness he had created.

"Dont listen to her ok? You're feelings are valid." Even though he was whispering, you heard San clearly and pressed your lips together. It was hard to believe it.

"What did she say to you, this morning?" Looking down at the short waves, you frowned deeply.

"Its embarrassing."

"That's for me to decide OK?" He chuckled, poking your waist playfully which did create a small smile.

"She just said I'd never see you again after the vacation. That's all." Your voice was low, cheeks warm as you told him. It was quiet for a moment, you half expected San to start laughing. So, when his grip tightened and his nose pressed to your shoulder affectionately, you were surprised.

"You think we won't see each other again?" He questioned, voice muffled by your skin. Blushing, you swallowed hard before shrugging.

"I don't know."

"Dont you want to see me? Because I want to see you, as much as possible." You could feel his grin against your back. San sat straight again, looking down at you smugly.

"You do?"

"Of course I do." He nod, lacing your fingers together.

"I was also wondering if you wanted to go get ice cream tomorrow? Just us?" Now you felt really hot, and not just because of the motion sickness.

"I'd love that." His smile grew, ears turning red. Simpering, you fully relaxed against his chest, dazed from both the movement of the boat and your happiness.

"I hope you enjoyed!" The captain waved you off as your little group left. Now it really was dark out, a few stars flecked across the navy sky.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" San smiled down at you, a hand resting on your shoulder.

"Well actually, I was wondering if you three wanted to get dinner with us tonight?" Your mum looked between the young men hopefully. Wooyoung practically gasped, hugging her suddenly.

"Oh you're so kind. Maybe I'll date (y/n) instead." He laughed, making San turn away in embarrassment. Luckily, your parents found it funny. You blushed, hearing him say that. After all, you weren't dating. Sure, he had asked you on a date. But even so, it was one ice cream date.

Your family returned to the villa, quickly showering and getting ready to go out to eat. Putting on a short, white sundress, you looked in the mirror and frowned. The waist was panelled, the bust ruched ans the skirt flowly. It was such a pretty dress, yet you felt so insecure. Deciding to push all that aside, you tied your converse then went to see if everyone was ready.

Arriving before the boys, everyone took their seats. You chose to sit at the end of the table, leaving a seat empty beside you. Getting the message, your parents left ut free and took a seat elsewhere. On the other hand, your aunty came and sat there.

"I think she wanted San to sit there." Your father said pointedly. Shrugging, your aunt didn't move.

"Well there's lots of other seats." She quipped, unfolding her napkin and putting it on her lap.

"Can you not just sit on another seat?" You asked hopefully, yet she just turned to you and whined. Just like a child would.

"No. He can sit over there." Deflating, you folded your arms on the table and rested your head on them. As much as you loved her, your aunty drained you so much. It was like she went out of her way to make you miserable.

"I dont know why you're being like this." She tut, looking at the menu but you ignored her.

"Its not like this means anything." Having enough, you looked at her almost angry.

"Maybe he likes me?" At that, she laughed abd looked at your parents with a funny look in her eyes.

"Oooh, yeah I'm sure he really likes you." Her voice clearly mocked your feelings. Why did she have to be like this? Could she not be supportive?

Hearing chairs move, you looked up to see they had finally arrived. San sat opposite you, looking concerned. Had he heard? Of course, wooyoung sat by your mother happily. Mingi sadly ended up on the other side of your aunt and you prayed she made no comments. You opted to stay quiet as everyone talked, only telling the waiter your order then returning to silence. At this point, your head was hurting. If you were to think too much, you'd problem cry. But that would just be embarrassing. You barely even touched your food when it arrived, just pushing it around your plate. After a few glances, you saw your dad and San deep in conversation. It warmed your heart to see them getting on.

"Why aren't you eating (Y/N)? Scared of gaining weight?" Laughing again, your aunty shoved you. Maybe it was playful to her but it hurt a little. Biting on your bottom lip, you inhaled through your nose deeply. Unexpectedly, San stood and walked around, taking your hand and walking out of the restaurant. Even though you were shocked, you followed San blindly. Once you were a few streets away, he stopped and brought you into his arms. Instantly, you relaxed and hugged back, your face in the crook of his neck.

"We can't just leave..." You mumbled, not wanting to leave his hold.

"Its OK. None of us wanted you sitting there upset." He pat your head softly, urging you to look at him. Even now, your eyes were slightly teary. Seeing this, san frowned and wiped under your eyes tentivley.

"I was thinking we could head back to where I'm staying?" You just nod, deciding to ignore every doubt in your mind and hugging his waist. He didn't mind, holding you close and walking back to the villa.

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Upon arriving, he guided you into his room and shut the door.

" I like your dress by the way. You look really pretty." San smiled, looking you over with a soft gaze. Blushing, you suddenly found the floor very interesting. He just chucked, coming to stand in front of you.

"How come you're not wearing my hoodie tonight?"

"I forgot, I was distracted." His hand came up, playing the the ends of your hair affectionately.

"Then I'll just have to give you something else." Now confused, you looked up and watched as he opened a drawer and pulled something out.

"Wear this, you'll be more comfortable." San handed you the garment before heading out the room, with some other clothes, to give you privacy. It was a white band t-shirt, clearly way too big for you. You put it on regardless and smiled once looking in the mirror. It reached your mid thighs, one side hanging off your shoulders.

"You look so cute." Sans voice startled you as he came in, a box in his hands. He too had changed, into a vest with loose black joggers. Settling on the bed, he pat the space beside him. Slowly, you crawled next to him and sat on the free side nervously.

"Am I making you uncomfortably?" Quickly, you shook your head.

"No, no. I just don't want to get in your way or anything." You explained. San scoffed lightly, reaching over and tugging you into his side.

"You're not going to OK? Don't you understand?"

"Understand what?" Confused, you tilted your head up at him. He carressed the side of your face almost lovingly, smiling till his eyes were almost shut.

"I like you. I really like you. That's why I asked you out. I want you close to me." Each word just made you blush more. Your eyes scanned his face and something told you he was being truthful.

"I feel the same." Finally saying it out loud, you felt the weight lift off your shoulders. Somehow, Sans smile brightened, practically lighting up the room.

"Then I better make sure the date is perfect tomorrow huh?" He chuckled, playing with your fingers delicately. You scooted closer and brushed back some of his Ruby hair.

"I just want to spend time with you. There's no pressure ok?" Grinning, he nod and brought you between his legs so you were resting on his back. San then pulled the covers over the both of you.

"Oh I brought chocolates. You barely ate." You smiled, opening the box and reading the contents. Behind you, San put something on the tv before throwing the remote aside.

"I need to text me parents."

"No need, it was your dad's idea. He wanted me to get you out of there." He informed you, rubbing your shoulders. Turning slightly, you curled up against him and hummed in content.

"I'm happy you get along."

"Yes, but only your parents. Your aunt? Not so much." San huffed, feeding you one of the chocolates.

"She's always been like that." You told him but he shook his head. Picking out a specific chocolate, he popped it in his mouth.

"I dont care. Next time I'm not going to be so polite. If she's going to act like that, I'll give her the same energy back." You blushed from his protective nature, reaching up to thumb his cheek soothingly. He looked down at you and broke into a smile. His right arm was holding you snug, the left feeding the both of you. Whilst watching the TV, you felt yourself eyes growing heavy. Instead of fighting it, you buried your face into his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist. San found himself blushing, carefully moving to lay flat and male sure the covers were over you. By that point, you were fast asleep, finding it easier to rest in his arms.

[munsons-hellfire]

My Love Will Never Die: Prologue

SUMMARY: Circe Archeron is faced with the tragedy of losing her cousin when a faerie arrives at their home demanding to know who had killed the wolf.

PAIRINGS: Azriel x Circe Archeron x Eris Vanserra

CONTENT WARNING: None really, at least I don't think.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello and welcome to the prologue of My Love Will Never Die. I have had this idea for a while. There will be two other characters that will be introduced in this series. The first chapter will take place in A Court of Mist and Fury. I hope you enjoy this! Also I decided to write this in first person pov instead of 3rd person. If you'd like to be added to a taglist for this series let me know in the comments.

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

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Snow and ice crusted the earth below. But it didn’t matter to me, I stood tall in the snow covered trees. My dirty-blonde hair was pulled back and braided so it would be out of my way. I jumped from tree to tree, Feyre was always jealous of the fact that I had an easy time hiding in the trees. I had always felt this heavy weight on my back, and because of it I had learned to balance myself especially in trees.

They became my friends. Odd, I know, but totally worth it when we’d go out hunting. That’s what my cousin and I had been doing, hunting for food in this brisk winter. I could feel the cold running along my skin. I had been living with the Archeron sisters since shortly before they had to leave the luxurious home behind and move into a smaller home. I didn’t understand why my parents had dropped me off with my cousins, all I know is they’re hiding something from me. One day I’ll figure it out. But today I’m hunting in the woods.

Feyre and I had separated from each other hours ago. We’d hoped that by doing so we’d gain more distance to find something to eat. But so far I had no such luck, I was secretly hoping that Feyre had gained the luck today. Feyre and I had started to go out into the woods to hunt for food when we were fourteen. Her reasoning was a promise she’d made to her mother, mine was mostly because I didn’t like to be alone with Nesta and Elain when Feyre wasn’t there.

Our relationship was strained. Nesta hated me, I don’t know why. I guess she blames me for moving in, because soon after they could no longer afford anything. I’m not sure honestly, she doesn’t ever give me an answer whenever I question her, whenever I ask her the same question. She just lets it fuss out like it's nothing important and honestly I’ve given up trying to figure out why she hates me. Feyre and I are now nineteen, it’s crazy, I know but what more can I do in this life.

Most of the things I know how to do I managed to teach myself, reading is one of those things. I’m not as skilled in reading but I can get by somewhat. It’s not important right now anyway. I’ve tried to help Feyre but I don’t really know what I’m doing. Feyre has become my best friend, she’s more of a sister than a cousin. And I so badly wished to have had that sibling connection with her that Nesta and Elain have with her but seem to not care much about.

I shake my head, easily getting lost in my thoughts these days when I’m alone in the woods. I gripped the bark tightly, small scratches littered my palms. I tend to get my hands cut a lot when I’d climb up into the trees. Feyre always had something to say about it and I know she’ll most likely say something about it when she sees my hands. Sometimes I like to feel pain, and the only healthy way is to climb trees. I adjust myself trying to ignore the heavy weight on my back.

I knew at this point without having any luck it was time to call quits and head home. I was hoping that Feyre had already made it back to the small house. I lunge off the branch I was hanging out on, I grip onto the next branch holding it tightly as I swing back and forth. The slight pain in my hands is evident. Finally I’m able to let go of the branch and land on the icy ground. The ice crunches beneath my boot covered feet.

I pull my dagger from my holster, it’s not much but it’s kept me safe over the years since I’ve started hunting. I lower myself into a crouching position and release a breath. My breath mixes with the cold air causing it to turn into a mist. Just to be safe I always stay low to the ground to make sure I’m not caught as I walk back home to the house where Nesta, Elain and my Uncle are. All of whom probably aren’t doing anything.

An hour later I had given up on the crouching, but I’d made it home. The dagger is back in the sheath. I don’t need Nesta and Elain to know I have it. One day I’d found it near the border that separates us from the Faeries, it was calling to me. Odd. It was so odd that a dagger was calling my name. But I found it and since then it has been with me. Finally reaching the door I pushed it open and walked inside.

A soft grunt leaves my throat as I enter the house. The house had a small amount of warmth, I could feel it but it was barely there. Not that I mind, I preferred the cold anyway. At least that’s what I tell myself. My ocean blue eyes land on my Uncle and cousins all of whom are close to each other.

“Where’s Feyre?” Nesta questioned, not bothering to give me another glance.

“Like you care.” I mumbled the words as I removed my cloak from my body. It didn’t do much to keep me warm during the winter but it was better than nothing. “She’s probably still hunting, I didn;t have any luck but I’m hoping that Feyre found something.” I said that loud enough that all three could hear me. Nesta didn’t budge, nor did Elain. I walked past them making my way into our small shared room. Sometimes I wish I could sleep on the floor in the winter. I hate sharing a room with my cousins. Feyre not so much because she didn’t hate me.

I closed the door behind me once I was in the room. I needed to change into warmer, dry clothes. I tracked towards the dresser and kneeled down to stare at the painting Feyre had drawn on my drawer. I had the same recording dream, it was always blurry so I couldn’t make out much. But I got enough from the dream. I had asked Feyre one day to paint hazel and amber eyes, mixed with bat wings, shadows and flames. I could never really understand why I had seen those images so constantly in my dreams but I wanted to be able to see them no matter the time of day.

Feyre had even questioned me about it when she was painting it, but I just didn’t know how to answer it other than the fact that I had seen everything when I was asleep. I didn’t know who the eyes belonged to but I knew one day that I’d figure it out eventually. I knew whomever the eyes belonged to they would most likely be important to me. After pulling on a warm set of clothes I heard the front door open, followed by Feyre’s voice and shortly after Nesta’s voice.

“Where did you get that?” Nesta had asked, as I rejoined them. I glanced over at Feyre as she looked at me. Over the years Feyre and I had developed a secret sort of communication and were able to talk with each other via expressions. Feyre was asking for my help without actually saying something. I moved from my spot walking over to her.

“Where do you think I got it?” Feyre questioned back, her voice hoarse.

I looked over at Nesta and my Uncle, they were by the hearth warming their hands. I had noticed Elain but gave her no mind just like she did to me. I watched closely as Feyre removed a wolf pelt from the doe she had collected. Then she turned and took her boots off placing them by the door. Feyre turned back towards Elain and myself, she glanced at her second oldest sister before her eyes fell onto me.

“Will it take you long to clean it?” Elain had asked simply.

I took note of the question, it was directed towards me and Feyre. We were the only ones who truly knew how to clean an animal. It wasn’t a hard task to learn, all things considered. I released a huff and glided towards the doe. I paid no mind to the conversation going on currently. At some point Feyre had joined me and we began working together.

“Are you going to come with us to the market tomorrow?” I lifted my eyes at the question Feyre had asked. Then briefly I looked over at Nesta and Elain.

“I think I’ll stay here if that’s all right.” For some reason my voice was soft as I answered Feyre’s question. Feyre only gave a nod and the conversation dropped there. Eventually night fell and we were stuffed in the bed. I was exhausted from today’s adventure and ready for bed.

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I had spent most of the day with my Uncle though he hadn’t made much of an effort to talk to me. So I ended up in the trees. When I didn’t want to talk to anyone this is where I’d come. I’d pick a tree, climb it and sit on the branch. Sometimes I’d stay resting on the tree well past sunset to watch the stars shine brightly in the sky. This was my safe heaven and I didn’t know what I’d do without this. Feyre stood down below staring up at me.

“Come on, food’s ready.” She said my cousin was never happy that I could climb the trees. She also didn’t understand why I did it. In a sense I guess I needed to be closer to the stars or the sun or maybe the clouds. I never really knew, it was always a guessing game with my feelings. “When will you stop climbing into trees?”

I shrugged my shoulders, attempting to move the weight on my back. It always felt like something was dragging against the ground. I didn’t understand it, I had hoped to one day reunite with my parents and ask them why it felt that way on my back. I hadn’t seen them since they dropped me off at my cousins, so I guess I would never really get my answers. I looked back at Feyre realizing that she was still waiting for me to answer her question, the one I hadn’t answered yet.

“Never. It’s my safe haven away from Nesta, Elain and Uncle.” I finally answered the question as Feyre and I started walking back towards the home.

“Just don’t hurt yourself. I can’t lose my best friend.” Feyre looked at me. Her blue-green eyes blazing brightly. We entered the house, finally we were all sitting down and eating the deer. I wasn’t in the mood to listen to whatever conversation they were having. I would take small bites of my food to savor it, and in between I’d play with it until I decided to take another bite. A roar so loud I had to cover my ears brought me out of my thoughts.

Hesitantly I reached for my dagger, but didn’t make a move to pull it out of its sheath. Nesta and Elain were screaming, snow burst into the room we were in as the door opened and a growling figure appeared in our line of sight. I was so confused as to what was going on but finally I pulled the dagger out of my hands and moved in front of Nesta and Elain. The dagger was in front of me as I looked up at the beast. My heartbeat was beating so fast, I couldn’t seem to calm it down.

“MURDERERS!” Its voice was rough as it looked around the room. My breath caught in my throat as I glanced over at Feyre. We both knew what this was. Faerie. I couldn’t believe there was a Fae in our home. Who was it and what did they want? Those were the only questions that seemed to be running through my mind. “MURDERERS!” It roared again.

“P-please,” I could hear my Uncle’s voice from somewhere in the room. I couldn’t look away from the beast to figure out where his voice was coming from. “Whatever we have done, we did so unknowingly, and—”

“W-w-we didn’t kill anyone.” Nesta added, choking on the sobs that left her lips. I briefly pulled my eyes away from the beast and saw her holding the iron bracket over her head. I guess she hoped it would protect her from the monster at our front door.

“Get out,” Feyre snapped at the beast, she held a dinner knife in front of her. I shifted slightly and caught the eyes of the beast. It looked at me, then it seemed to halt its movements. It sensed something on me, I could tell. “Get out, and begone.” Feyre added. His roar was so loud it shook the entire cottage along with everything in it. Before I had a chance to speak I watched Feyre hurl her hunting knife at the beast. But he was able to block it before it made contact with his skin.

Feyre stumbled backwards almost knocking into her father. I stepped forward slightly, the faerie had almost killed my cousin. I had almost lost her. The eyes of the monster landed on me, he looked at me differently then he had looked at Feyre. I straightened my back slightly, moving my shoulders to adjust the weight on my back. It was almost like he could sense that something was different about me. That I was different from my cousins. But as far as I was aware whatever was different about me he couldn’t see it. At least that’s what I hoped.

“WHO KILLED HIM?” He roared out, pulling his eyes away from me to look around at the rest of my family. He stalked towards us, he set his paw on the table, his claws scratched into the table one by one. I shuddered at the thought of what those claws could do.

“Killed who?” Feyre was quick to ask the question.

He growled out, his voice was low, “the wolf.” I looked to my cousin as her eyes fell to mine. I hadn’t been with her but she had in fact killed that wolf. At this moment I wish I had been with her. Maybe I should tell the creature that I was the one who had killed the wolf, but I knew Feyre wouldn’t let me do that.

“A wolf?” Elain released a shriek, I had to stop myself from covering my ears when I heard it.

“A large wolf with a gray coat,” he snarled at us.

“If it was mistakenly killed,” Feyre said to the beast, her voice calm. “What payment could we offer in exchange?” I closed my eyes dreading what this creature might want in return.

“The payment you must offer is the one demanded by the Treaty between our realms.”

“For a wolf?” I asked, tilting my head. This was so confusing.

“Who killed the wolf?” His eyes whirled around the room staring at each of us. I moved my shoulders, stepping forward however Feyre beat me to it.

“I did.” She said.

“Surely you lie to save them, to save her.” He said pointing at me with his clawed finger. I gulped, I feared that he might try and take me instead of Feyre. This wasn’t happening, this had to be a dream. I need to wake up now, I go to pinch myself only it hurts. This is real.

“We didn’t kill anything!” Elain cried. “Please… please, spare us!” Nesta hushed Elain, though she did it through her own crying. I couldn’t bring myself to cry like they were. I guess because I had been hunting for a while with Feyre. Suddenly my Uncle was standing from where he’d been sitting, grunting in pain.

“I killed it!” Feyre said, I watched as the beast pulled his eyes away from Nesta and Elain to look at her. “I sold its hide at the market today. If I had known it was a faerie, I wouldn’t have touched it.” I knew that was a lie.

“Liar.” So did he, apparently. “You knew. You would have been more tempted to slaughter it had you known it was one of my kind.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Did it attack you? Were you provoked?”

I looked over at my cousin waiting for her to say yes, to say something other than the word that was uttered from her mouth, “No,” she said, with a snarl of her own. “But considering all that your kind has done to us, considering what your kind still likes to do to us, even if I had known beyond a doubt, it was deserved.”

He released a growl to Feyre’s answer. I could feel the rage coming from the creature. I think we all could. I didn’t like where this was heading and I knew where this was heading. I didn’t want it to be the case. I can’t lose Feyre, she’s all I have. Sure the others are here but they don’t really care for me, I’m just an extra mouth that my parents forced them to take care of because they couldn’t handle whatever was wrong with me.

“What is the payment the Treaty requires?”

He continued to stare at Feyre as he talked to her, “A life for a life. Any unprovoked attacks on faerie-kind by humans are to be paid only by a human life in exchange.” Nesta and Elain stopped crying at the admission.

“I didn’t know.” Feyre said. “Didn’t know about that part of the Treaty.”

I couldn’t think of a way out of this, of a way to keep Feyre here with us. “Most of you mortals have chosen to forget that part of the Treaty,” he said, “which makes punishing you far more enjoyable.”

The panic inside me was flickering, I couldn’t lose her. He was going to take her away. I would never see the only person who understood me ever again.

“Do it outside,” Feyre whispered, her voice trembling. I wanted to cry for the first time in what felt like forever. But I still couldn’t bring myself to not yet anyway. “Not… here.”

“Willing to accept your fate so easily?” He asked. “For having the nerve to request where I slaughter you, I’ll let you in on a secret, human: Prythian must claim your life in some way, for the life you took from it. So as a representative of the immortal realm, I can either gut you like swine, or… you can cross the wal and live our the remainder of your days in Prythian.”

“What?” Feyre asked.

“Please.” I begged, no matter how hard I was trying to hold back my tears they had started to fall down my face. “Please don’t take her away from me. I can’t lose her.” I broke, as the words exited my mouth. My knees trembled and I quickly dropped to the ground staring at the beast.

“You can either die tonight or offer your life to Prythian by living in it forever, forsaking the human realm.”

I was shaking my head looking at my cousin. “Do it, Feyre,” my Uncle whispered from behind Feyre. “Go.”

“No. Please.” I cried out again.

“Live where? Every inch of Prythian is lethal to us.” She does have a point. “Why bother?”

“You murdered my friend,” he snarled at her. “Murdered him, skinned his corpse, sold it at the market, and then said he deserved it, and yet you have the nerve to question my generosity?”

Feyre stepped forward. “You didn’t need to mention the loophole.”

He released another snarl. “Foolish of me to forget that humans have such low opinions of us. Do you humans no longer understand mercy?” He’s so close to Feyre now. “Let me make this clear for you, girl: you can either come live at my home in Prythian—offer your life for the wolf’s in that way—or you can walk outside right now and be shredded to ribbons. Your choice.”

“Please, good sire—Feyre is my youngest. I beseech you to spare her. She is all… she is all…” His words seemed to die in his throat as he talked. “Please—”

“Silence.”

“I can get gold—” He tried to come up with a compromise, and I hoped that the beast would allow it over taking Feyre away.

“How much is your daughter’s life worth to you? Do you think it equates to a sum?” He questioned. Nothing came out to answer the question, the silence was deafening as Feyre stepped forward. She looked back at me, like she was sending her apology to me. I knew what it meant, she was leaving to protect all of us. And to honor the Treaty he was talking about.

“When do we go?” Feyre asked, I started shaking my head. I couldn’t breath, this was happening too fast for my liking.

“Now.”

I couldn’t hear anything after that. It was all silent. I wanted this to be a dream more than anything right now. I wish it were. I really do wish I could just wake up from this. I felt myself begging the creature over and over, asking to go with them. But Feyre turned it down before I even had a chance. I felt her arms around me as she said goodbye. But I still couldn’t process anything. Before I knew it she was gone, taken just like that.

I wouldn’t have my best friend with me anymore. I’d live a life without her and that broke me. I crumpled to the floor and cried out silently. I received no comfort from any of them the rest of the night. I just stayed on the floor until I eventually cried myself to sleep, hoping for a better future. Maybe I’d get a better future now. I just had to remain strong and not let my thoughts consume me. But that was a difficult challenge.

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The Gym Membership - Part 49 (Crosshair)

Summary: Wrecker get Crosshair to think back.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

First, thank you everyone who read, reblogged, liked, commented, and requested a fic during the 700 follower celebration. It meant a lot to me.

Second, tomorrow is 10/10 HAPPY FOX DAY!

And finally, there are so many crazy things happening, everyone be careful. Those who are dealing with a natural disaster, please be safe. If you are in an unsafe area, be aware of your surroundings. If you are dealing with trauma or anxiety, or any sort of issues, remember you are not alone and we are here for you. You are all beautiful people and you got this.

Love oo

Warnings: Grief, cheating, highway hypnosis, memories, blackouts, suicidal thoughts and tendencies, loss of a spouse, feelings of guilt, pressure, feelings of punishment. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Wrecker looked at his younger brother, remembering when Crosshair first started dating back in high school. As far as Wrecker knew, Crosshair never told any of the others that his first love actually cheated on him. What made the betrayal worse was the fact it’d been his best friend in high school; now that Wrecker thought about it, it was after that incident he kept a distance from people, avoiding any sort of lasting relationships, platonic or otherwise. 

“I see, and the issue that you were seeing other women while your wife was steps from death’s door makes you feel like a piece of crap?” Wrecker asked, looking to clarify his brother’s annoyance and anger. 

“Shouldn’t it?”

He leaned back in his chair, taking the time to think about his answer. He didn’t want to push his brother over the edge, nor did he want to pass judgement on Crosshair’s actions. After all, who was he to dictate how his brother lived his life, or how he handled his grief and anxiety. He let out a deep sigh.

“Cross,” he shifted forward, “let me ask you this, when Avery came back injured, and they told you her chance of survival was less than ten percent, what were you feeling in that moment?”

He wasn’t sure what Wrecker was getting at, but he wasn’t in the mood to play mind games, “What the hell are you talking about?” He snipped, his voice a little loud; he quickly looked at Iris, making sure she didn’t wake up because of his burst.

“Just answer the question,” Wrecker stated calmly, “what did you feel?” He leaned closer to Crosshair showing in his own way, he was there for him.

Crosshair let out a sigh, as he thought about Wrecker’s question, “Honestly, in that moment I guess I didn’t really feel anything; when they told me what happened and her chances, I switched into active mode, running around, trying to get things organized to bring her back State-side where she might’ve had a fighting chance.”

“What about when you met Layla on the tarmac, when you guys arrived? What did you feel then?”

Cross rubbed the back of his head, there was a cold prickly sensation that was beginning to feel unpleasant crawling down his neck, “What does that have …”

Wrecker held up his hand, “Just answer. Trust me.”

Cross clicked his back teeth, shaking his head, “Fine. I felt like shit, okay. I promised to protect her, to be there for her, and instead the only thing I could do was bring back her broken body back to her sister, who then proceeded to ream me out, telling me it was all my fault; which I already knew. So yeah, I felt like crap. Happy?”

“Of course not, Crosshair. Why would I be happy?” Wrecker tilted his head as he looked at his brother, “The point is, after everything that happened, did you talk to anyone? See a grief counsellor or someone you trust, like they used to drill into us on base when things go bad, reach out, talk to someone. Did you?”

“Are you kidding?”

He held up his hands trying to show he wasn’t trying to provoke a fight, “Okay. Okay.” Wrecker let out a sigh, “Alright, let’s try it this way, when was the first time you slept with someone not your wife?”

Cross thought about that for a second, those first few days were all muddled, there had been a lot of yelling, a lot of arguing, tears, anger, hurtful words spewed, most of it was from Layla. He didn’t blame her, it was his fault anyway, at least that’s what he believed at the time. It was the next day after that huge argument with Layla when the doctor declared there was nothing more they could do. The choice was Avery’s either she’d wake up or she wouldn’t. 

He remembered how Layla glared at him throughout the whole meeting with the doctor, how she at first didn’t want him by Avery’s side. Told him over and over again, it was his fault Avery was lying there comatose.

As her words played over and over in his head, all he felt was being burdened down with pain, guilt and sorrow, and in that moment all he wanted was to forget. To feel good and forget about everything for a few brief moments. To this day he doesn’t remember how he’d driven out to some random bar. All he truly does remember from that first night was getting drunk, and waking up with someone he’d never seen before beside him. The next few moments after that were a bit of a blur, as he got dressed despite the massive hangover, walking out of the room as quietly as possible, and realizing he’d have to catch a cab to take him back to his car. 

Once he got back to his car, he just drove as far as he could, ending up on a random beach. As soon as he saw the ocean, he stumbled out of his car, not because he was still intoxicated, but rather the guilt, the grief, and the shame came barrelling down on him like a two-ton boulder. It was all too much for him. 

He staggered his way down to the beach and looked out into the ocean, his knees falling against the soft sand, as tears streamed down his face; as the first and only time, he thought of walking into the ocean and letting the waves take him away came crashing against him.

With each wave that crashed upon the shore, he reflected on his life; and like a ticker-tape parade one dark thought followed another and another, realizing how he’d been nothing but a black spot in everyone’s life. He was never meant for happiness. He was an ass, a killer, a man who had broken more hearts than he should’ve. His mind drifted to all those women he had slept with before Avery, all those who had wanted more from him, and as soon as they voiced it, he kicked them to the curb. This was karma. His punishment for living a life that caused nothing but hurt, sorrow and grief. The more he thought, the more he felt the ocean was calling him, so why try and fight it. 

He stood taking a step closer, yet the pressure, the pain, all of it came rushing out of him, as he screamed as loud as he could hoping the waves would at least take his pain and carry it for him. 

Crosshair cleared his throat, afraid to look into Wrecker’s eyes. Afraid he’d see what he almost did and the pain he had been carrying nonstop. 

It had been a long time since he thought about that day, he quickly swiped a tear from the corner of his eye, taking a minute to push the memory, the pain, the grief, all of it back into the dark recesses of his brain.

Silence filled the kitchen as Wrecker waited for Crosshair to open up, looking at Iris giving Cross the time he needed to pull himself together.

“Ahem. It was the day the doctor told us there was nothing they could do.”

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BACK TO BLACK

Cheater Marc Spector x reader, Steven grant x reader

Summary: you and Marc had an amazing relationship but suddenly he leaves without a word. What happens when you meet one of his alters years into your new life and he finally tells you the truth about the past and present ? What happens when everything is left unsaid and yet you feel something new in your heart for that special alter that you met?

N/A: this may be really bad i'm in my feelings and this is what came out lmao. This also took me a long ass time and idk how it is. I’m sorry if it’s terrible! Also feel free to leave a comment!

warning/stuff inside: the use of the word girl/girlfriend and she/her pronouns, Angst, not an accurate representation of DID, OOC, not proof read, Let me know if I missed anything!

You-red

Steven-purple

Marc-blue

Kind of inspired by the song back to black by amy winehouse

When you first marc you truly thought he was a free single man. The way he lifted you up in his arms that night and kissed you with such passion it felt like he was single and ready to take on the world with you. So of course when he asked you out on a date you said yes, of course you said yes when he said he could only call late at night. Of course you didn't mind when he told you he could only go to your place on random days while you could never go to his place. You were in love with marc…blinded with love I guess you can say. One day Marc just stopped seeing you. Completely. You called and texted him wondering where he was or what you could have done to upset him. You waited and waited till finally you gave up…your tears finally dried and you decided to live a new life in london. That was a few years ago and now you work as a bounty hunter in london, you have completely started a new life without Marc but never forgetting the scar that he cut deep in your heart. You were currently on your way to a museum that was filled with Egyptian artifacts and history, which honestly made you kind of excited. Of Course you were there for a specific reason, which was to stalk your bounty who was going to take a tour of the museum. As you walked into the museum you found your bounty and began taking the tour while watching your victim closely. You eyes watched but also looked around at the museum as you took in all of the artifacts and history. You stop in your tracks as you see a familiar and heart crushing locks of curls standing away from you in the gift shop. You can feel your heart beating in your ears like a drum as you walk up to the gift shop and grab a random candy placing it on the counter as you look at the cashier. The cashier looks at you and greets you in a British accent ¨well hello! Im steven! What can I do for you today?¨ he says with a smile as you continue to stare at those familiar romantic brown eyes. The eyes that would stare at you in between your legs, the eyes that you saw making you dinner on tired nights, the eyes that left you… alone and heartbroken. ¨uh miss are you okay?¨ Steven asks you curious and a bit nervous as to why you're staring at him. You swallow hard as you slide the candy over to him and give him 3.87 pounds as you continue to stare at him. Steven is nervous but as he looks down to put the cash away marc calls him from the reflected surface of a mirror nearby ¨ Steven do not talk to that woman…you need to just give her the candy and then leave¨. Steven looks at Marc confused as you suddenly speak ¨you said your name is steven? Is that correct?¨ Your eyes are blank and your voice is low and alluring as you speak to steven. Steven just nod as his nerves are getting to him as he hands you the candy. ¨well then steven… you must have a twin cause i used to know a fellow name marc who looks exactly like ya …you seen him lately..¨ you say as you stare down steven determined to figure out what the hell is going on. Steven tenses as you mention Marc as he stutters when he speaks ¨h- how do you know marc?¨. Marc calls out again in a stern but worried tone ¨ Steven dont… you dont need to know.. Stop talking to her!¨. You smirk as you lean forward ¨oh..he's just…an old friend..¨ you say as if the words are like honey on your tongue. Steven hears your words and is unsure of what to say next as he turns to you but before he can speak you give him your phone number. ¨heres my number steven…let me know when marc is around… tell him an old friend wants to speak to him.. Bye now..¨ you say as you walk away leaving Steven unsure about his feelings while marc is suddenly silent. That night Steven calls you. ¨ h-hello?..¨ he says nervously ¨hi steven…have you finally reached marc for me?¨ you say gently. ¨how do you know marc?...¨ he asks again a bit more strongly as he is determined to figure out how you know marc. You chuckle ¨he's an old friend…¨ you say slowly.

¨what does that mean?¨ Steven asks, unsure of how to proceed as Marc suddenly speaks to him from another mirror in Steven's home. ¨ dont steven…stop before you make this worse..¨ Marc says urgently, steven only moves the mirror away, dead set on figuring out who you are exactly. ¨it means what it means steven… now let me talk to marc..he must be near you if you called me¨ you say a bit annoyed. Steven chuckles a bit and mumbles ¨if only you knew…¨ . ¨what do you mean?¨ you asked confused ¨first you tell me who you are then i'll let you speak to marc¨ he says. You sigh as you say ¨i was marcs girlfriend? I guess you can say girlfriend but it was more of me being his entertainment…¨ you say with a bit of anger. ¨wait what?... Marc had a wife..well ex wife now..¨ Steven says deeply confused as it's only silence on your side of the call. Soon steven hears a laugh ¨the fucker was using me to cheat? Fuck! I guess I should've known..¨ you say in a surprised but hurt tone. Steven went quiet as he was unsure of what to say as he heard your voice again ¨who are you steven? Are you marc and have you just been fucking with me?¨ you say with anger as your voice is harsh. Steven panics as he quickly says ¨no no i'm not marc! You see we have DID.. which means i'm another personality of Marc’s …¨ steven says nervously as he just hears another round of silence from you. He finally hears you sigh as you say ¨i see…so can marc hear me and everything? I'm sorry if that's a rude question. I don't know how all of this works…¨ you say gently and with a hint of kindness. Steven smiles a bit being appreciative that you're worried that you're offending him by asking your question ¨he can hear you and don't worry it's okay to ask..it's better then just assuming.¨ he says gently. ¨i see…well steven did he tell you about us…like me and him?..¨ you say a bit nervously. “No he didn’t…he just told me about his ex wife…” Steven says with a slightly nervous tone “well would you like to know about me and Marc…” you say in a whisper as if the words were too much. “Steven, stop talking to her…you don’t want to know!” Marc says from another reflective surface as Steven ignores him and instead says “yes tell me…about you and Marc…”. You sigh “when I first met Marc I didn’t know he was married at all…back then I really thought it was just me and him…and yeah there was some weird stuff like he wouldn’t let me go to his place and such but i guess I was blinded by love that i didn’t really care to see any of that strangeness…” you say with your tone changing into a subtle sadness. You continued on “one day Marc just stopped…he stopped coming by, he stopped texting me, calling me, he stopped everything…”. “I’m sorry…” Steven says unsure of what else to say as Marc had gone quiet. “I truly did believe It was me and marc…” you said quietly. Steven sighed he was unsure of what to say as you cut him off before he could say anything “look Steven…it's fine” you hang up quickly leaving Steven with his head filled with confusion and silence from marc.

A few days passed and Steven couldn't get you out of his head. Marc had not spoken to him either and after learning what he did to you and his ex wife, Steven did fully believe that Marc would do that. Steven decided that he would have a chat with Marc and get all of this sorted out once and for all. ¨ Marc, can you hear me?¨ Steven said as he stared at the bathroom mirror waiting for marc. ̈ Marc, come on, we have to talk about this mate…¨ Steven said hoping Marc would finally show. A few minutes passed and Steven was about to give up when Marc finally spoke ¨you had no right doing that…¨ he said obviously upset. Steven turned to Marc in the mirror ¨I had no right? You're off your rocker for saying that! You had no right cheating on your wife with that girl! That poor girl had absolutely no idea that you were married and then you got up and left her?! Not to mention your poor bloody wife-¨ ¨ Steven shut the hell up!¨ Marc says loudly as Steven listens to him. ¨you don't understand-¨ ¨well then help me understand mate cause it seems you broke that poor girl's heart along with your wife… did she even know?¨ Steven asks while cutting Marc off. Marc sighs ¨of course she didnt fucking know steven…look…that poor girl your talking about her name is Y/N..and i loved her…I may still even love her…” Steven chuckles as he cuts marc off again ¨you love Y/N and yet you were still with your wife you wanker!¨ Steven says getting upset. ¨ Steven if you let me explain-¨ ¨no you're going to talk to Y/N tomorrow and explain all this bloody mess to her¨ Steven says as his tone is full of anger. Marc just sighs ¨fine steven..fine¨ he says with a frustrated tone as he leaves steven alone in his flat. The next day comes and You receive a message from Steven to meet him in front of the museum and that Marc will talk to you. You begrudgingly get out of bed and start yo get ready for the emotional storm that you were about to head into. You soon make it to the museum and see Steven standing there as you go up to him. ¨hey steven…so um…i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything but how will i speak to marc?¨ you say gently and a bit nervously. ¨Oh we just switch out from the front..but before i give control to marc…just know everything is going to be okay..¨ Steven says gently and with a reassuring smile. You felt a bit of heat coming to your cheeks as you saw Stevens smile. Steven is different then Marc but yet that smile will always bring warmth to your cheeks as your lips curl up in a small smile ¨ thank you steven…¨ you say gently as you rest your hand on his arm gently.

You soon see his light and cheerful demeanor change into a tense and guarded demeanor as his face becomes tighter and his smile fades into a frown. ¨uh steven you okay?...¨ You say gently, a bit worried about what happened as you remove your hand from his arm. ¨Y/N…¨ was all he said as that chicagoan accent stopped your breathing as you immediately knew who you were with. ¨marc…¨ you said softly. You both just stared at each other unsure of what to say. You finally say “what the fuck Marc…” as you feel your rage take over your initial surprise. Marc just stayed silent, which only seems to anger you more. “You were using me to cheat on your damn wife and you made me believe that we were actually gonna be something together…do you realize how fucked uo this all is…and not make matters worse I met Steven and he ended actually making me feel better about the gaping hole you left in my heart.” You say angrily as you are dangerously close to him. Marc still was silent. “What the hell marc are you gonna fucking talk to me or are you gonna be silent…” you say annoyed. Marc looks at you…with those same romantic eyes…as you feel your knees weaken just by looking at them. “I’m sorry…” he said very softly. You look at him with all the hurt you’ve kept inside after he left you. “ you don’t understand what I have felt for years without you Marc….you don’t the anger the sadness the foolish hope that you’ll come back…and now all of this…” I say with a frustrated sigh “I don’t know what to do in this this situation….”I say conflicted. Marc just stood silently as his demeanor changed again to Steven’s light and relaxed demeanor. “Zoey?…” Steven asked carefully. You look at Steven again and give out a angry growl. “What the fuck! What the fuck Marc! Why won’t you talk to me!” You say with tears as you yell at Steven seemingly forgetting that he was Steven. Soon you felt warmth spread as you realized Steven was hugging you. As soon as you feel Steven’s warm safe embrace you just let out all the unknown tears you had for years as you cling onto him as if he was your only hope. You felt your heart beating again…it seemed it was beating for Steven…or was it beating for Marc? You were unsure…all you knew was that Steven grant gave the Best hugs.

[juminies]

hi i’m the anon that asked about the calls! thank u so much for uploading them ur the best <3 also i wanted to ask u something else… sorry i know ur on another hyperfixation right now hehe but i love ur takes and i’d love to hear your opinion on smth!! i’m replaying mysmes for the first time in aaages, and i’m paying more attention to the story this time around and what i wanted your opinion was on a call from jumin’s route on day 6… it’s the call where jumin mentions he sees mc in his dream and mc asks him if he’s sure it’s her. jumin says something about his relationship experience and how he can’t even remember the name of people he saw in the past and then goes on to say he doesn’t even know if you can even say he saw them

so i was thinking about what exactly the last part meant. like i just don’t see him willingly trying to connect with women in a personal capacity on any level, let alone romantic because:

1. in one of the the deep story pre-route chats, jaehee mentions that jumin is straight up not interested in women or relationships, he tends to avoid women and that she’s never even seen him going on a date

2. his shitty parent no 1 carolyn, shitty parent no 2 chairman han, his stepmother (srlsly the way she talked to jumin in that one story mode does not sit well with me??? like that “i’ll comfort you real well” sounds very very wrong but it could also be a bad translation? i hope it’s a bad a translation) and all the women throwing themselves at him and just straight up saying inappropriate things to his face

3. the story mode in which he says that rika was the first woman who made him feel comfortable and that all the other women he met before her just used to flatter him

4. and with the way he thinks… considering he’s not interested in relationships… he’d probs view dating as like inefficient or an unproductive use of his time since it won’t lead to anything lmao that ceo mindset yk

so that lead me to think… do u think the situation with sarah had happened before but on a smaller scale? as in shitty parent no 2 forcing jumin to go meet whoever his latest gold digger gf suggested? and jumin not wanting to but going along with it because he wanted to please his father? (honestly i think chairman han shittiness is sometimes overlooked in the fandom? like yes carolyn is worse but chairman han ain’t good he’s just the lesser evil!!)

or do u think he was referring to like the whole thing where he acts all charming and eloquent to get businesswomen to sign contracts? thank u!

hello! thank you for asking, I will always love talking about him forever so don't worry :~)

I've actually always been kind of confused fascinated by that call too, and I would love if he had elaborated more because we're definitely on a similar page here and you make the same points I would have in regard to his blatant lack of interesting in dating and relationships.

I will say I find it interesting how despite him being the one to bring up his dating history the things he says are actually incredibly unclear? a while back I wondered if it was one of those little things that gets sort of lost in translation, but he's really vague in Korean too. he is talking generally about people he has 'met' before, 예전에 만난 사람, which like 'saw' in english can be perceived in the sense of dating depending on the context of the rest of the conversation but can just as frequently be literal and have no further implication. it almost seems like he's trying to talk around the fact he's never been in a relationship, or otherwise keep it vague, which I suppose makes sense considering he follows it with "the past is the past" and is very consistent elsewhere, too, in feeling like only the present matters. to add to that, if you tell him you thought he had never been in a relationship before after this he is still incredible vague in his response and dodges really making a direct comment. he just says he's not bound by the past and reiterates that he wants to focus on the present. for someone who was typically so no-nonsense until it came to MC, dare I say it reads a little bit like he's nervous that you might judge him if he directly confirms that he has/not been in a relationship before but doesn't want you to feel as if he's trying to keep things from you.

anyway, either of your suggestions are plausible imo! it's difficult to gage if he would even consider women he charms to get them to sign contracts as part of the conversation, but since he does specify he's not sure if they even count that adds up. I have also always thought it somewhat likely that Jumin's father has at least attempted to set him up with women before given that he's almost thirty and the sole heir to the company. considering his genuine hurt around the Sarah situation I think it was probably not something that had been touched on in that particular way before, but instead a sort of "my friend has a daughter your age" situation, or an awkward "come meet my friend and his daughter" dinner. I also don't think it's entirely off the table that he went on a date or two (maybe even slept with someone) while he was at university but got nothing out of it, and that could be what he's referring to. given he can't even remember their name(s) I think it must be the case that it happened a fairly long time ago and meant very little to him, whatever the situation may have been.

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: WE'RE PUSHING DAISIES!

CHALLENGE 9: - SALINAS, ECUADOR

______________________________________________ Everyone is in the lobby of the hotel. Chris is seen arguing with the receptionist, Chef by his side.

“What do you mean the ballroom is in use?! I reserved it months ago! Oh, boo hoo it's someone's wedding, kick them out! I have a TV show to run!”

"Let them be happy, Chris." "They can be happy SOMEWHERE ELSE."

"You're only saying that because you're never happy."

“Look. I have a very strict schedule. I don't have time to wait around and-”

As Chris is arguing, suddenly a staff member from the hotel comes running up to everyone.

“Oh Thank God the new people are here. Come with me. I know today was your training day but we don't have time.”

Everyone is shuffled out as Chris argues away!

Everyone...you aren't with Chris and Chef up front anymore, the hotel staff member rushes you all to another part of the hotel… The receptionist calls for a manager, and Chris turns around to speak with Chef. "God! People! The worse!" ... "Chef, where is everyone?"

Chef looks around. The kids are missing.

"Um. They're somewhere."

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The staff member leads everyone onto what looks like a dining hall. The view of the ocean here is honestly breathtaking, but you also notice….all the old people lounging around. They look bored.

“Ok. So we get a lot of elderly tourists coming here to retire, and we usually have staff check on them. But everyone quit. I know we promised you all training first, but we don't have time. Just…serve them food and talk to them. Please?” “Ok. I will warn you, some of them…they might think you're someone else. Just roll with it, can't have the guest all upset now, here. I'll put you in groups.” Wayne/RajJo/RipperLightning/ Trent/ ScottSugar/ BrickHarold / MKAlejandro/ Amy/ Sammy

______________________________________________ Wayne and Raj - Bitter Rivals "Oh, I'm so happy you two are talking again, I know it's hard after the incident at Drayne's wedding...." "Not to open old wounds, but it was quite a scene! Drayne, how's the wife? Hopefully she got over that comment Ryan said.....oh, talk about having too much to drink! Hoo hoo, you should've known better and not talk about the dress!" "You know how women are with jewelry. But I'm happy to see you two get along. Oh, I remember how you two would fight over everything, you two ran your parents rugged! Hoo hoo! Nice to see you two finally made up." "You were right to tell that hussy that her dress made her look like a hippo. She deserved it." Wayne and Raj are faced with an elderly man who believes they are his great grandsons, who constantly fight with each other. He recalls a particularly gnarly incident at "Drayne's" wedding. Wayne and Raj leave the situation uncomfortable, upset with the fact they had to pretend they'd ever fight with each other. Jo and Ripper - Gossip Grandma/Werther's Feeder

"Oh hello...want a Werther dearie?" "Oh River, I thought I told you not to hang around people like that...people who have trouble with the law. Heaven knows you're familiar with it too...with the inheritance and everything. Have a Werther, dear." "It's just...so hard looking after my Grandson. He's had it rough with his parents and all that. Oh, I would turn to crime if I was left all alone. Here, do you want a another Werther?" "My advice for you two. Don't worry about being left alone, only The Lord Above can judge you. You'll find people in your life that will accept you, and what you did in your past."

Jo and Ripper speak to an elderly woman who won't stop feeding them Werther's Original candies. (Mostly taken by Ripper.) She also seems to know a few secrets about the two...

Lightning, Trent, and Scott - Old Friend/Love Advice

"Oh, oh! Is that you, Randolph? Oh, I haven't seen you in years. Getting pretty frail, aren'tcha? Those old bones don't feel like they used to, huh?"

"Tristin, it's good you came to see your old grandpappy! Who's the girl? Do you need me to give you some advice? I've had many experiences with women in my lifetime." "Oh, RANDOLPH! You're looking frailer by the day…Are you alright? I feel like I should be taking care of you," The old man chuckles. "Maybe you should hit the gym!" "Now, Tristin, don't you have something to tell Scarlett here? You like her, right? Tell her. Tell her that. Be open and upfront."

The old man Lightning, Trent, and Scott are assigned immediately targets Lightning's fear of becoming weak, thinking he is an old friend. Trent is misidentified as his grandson, and he believes Scott is a girl he's brought along. He urges Trent to tell Scott that he loves him, thinking he may want to be more than friends. Trent proposes to Scott on the spot, and Scott says yes. Sugar and Brick - Newly Weds "Oh, how I missed your face, Bryan! You and your wife are just so cute together. I remember your wedding like it was yesterday! How's the baby doing?"

"Isn't being a mother wonderful? How has that been treating you?" "I'm sure fatherhood has been a joy for you, Bryan. Please come visit more often! Oh, Lakynn, what a beautiful baby." "It's okay, Bryan. I'm here for you." Sugar and Brick are mistaken for a married couple with a baby. Brick desperately attempts to keep the peace, but Sugar begins to pull out her acting skills, accusing Brick of a slew of things before claiming she wants a divorce. Brick decides to play along. Harold and MK - Grandson & Grandaughter/Complainy Boomer

"Oh, it's you! My lovely grandson and granddaughter. You know, back in MY day we didn't wear silly clothes like that. Are you both out of your minds?" "What a shame. How many cellphones does one girl need? I can see them weighing down your pockets, you know! We got by just fine without them. Cell phones are making your brains rot! No, 5G is making your brains rot! Speaking of your brains rotting, this reminds me of the stupid fight you two had as kids. You remember the one, right?" "Brand deals? Helping pay for treatment? Hm, maybe I misjudged you both. As long as you're making money, I don't care what you do! I need my medicines!" "Goodbye, Harry. I'll see you in Hell." Harold and MK speak with an old boomer who believes they are both his grandkids. MK leads him to believe that Harold is sick and dying. Alejandro, Amy, and Sammy - Awkward Couple

"Oh, my darling Granddaughter. Come here, come sit down! Oh. And your sister. Yes. Sit down! ...I see you brought your boyfriend."

"Dear, didn't we have this talk already? I don't mean to be a bore, but I thought you were…moving on from that boy. He should've stayed with that wretched ex of his...instead of dragging my sweet perfect granddaughter down."

"Not Now, Sammy Dearie. Amy and I are talking. Oh my, my poor sweet granddaughter, blinded by young love. Can't say I haven't experienced it before. It's just...you could do so much better Amy. You are my Granddaughter. You could have any boy or girl you wanted…why him?"

"Do you think all your flowery words will impress me? You may have brainwashed my granddaughter, but not me. You can judge a man's words or his actions. And I know for you. Those are two different things. But if this is how my sweet angel wants to experience heartbreak, then who am I for stopping her? What a shame. Really. It's so nice to see you two try to be nice to Samey-Sammy. I know she can be…difficult to get along with. Thank for at least doing that."

The old woman Alejandro, Amy, and Sammy are faced with thinks that Amy and Sammy are her granddaughters. She also believes that Amy and Alejandro are a couple. She's very upset about this fact. Throughout the interaction, Sammy is blatantly ignored and brushed off.

TIEBREAKER! The contestants were asked to privately vote for which contestant they believed could lead their team to victory! Alejandro VS Trent!

"Al! Make yourself useful and get me some salt. This soup tastes like a possum's ass."

"Whatever...kids these days. No respect for elders. No respect for nothing! I mean, look at you. A grown man with long hair. Who do you think you are, a rock star? Heh, yet you end up here. Serving me. Hmph."

"Excuse me?! I've never met an Alejandro who-whatsit. Nor do I care. You need to get an attitude fix. I ain't scared of nobody! You. Stop standing around and get me some pepper. This man clearly has no idea how to serve people. Maybe you'll do better. Hurry! My soup is getting cold…."

"You and your stupid haircut. Do you think any girl would talk to you looking like that?! Men these days…soft and weak…pathetic! Just standing around, waiting to be told what to do. You know back in my day; men went to war! They did something with themselves!"

Alejandro chooses to argue with the old man he's faced with, while Trent follows his orders and hands him the pepper he asked for.

It's a victory for the TERRIBLE TAPIRS! ______________________________________________

ELIMINATION: Sammy was voted out and received the cocktail of shame! ...Or was she? It's clear to her that Amy and Alejandro are part of the reason she was voted off. "This isn't how I wanted today to go. I'm really, really sorry." "You expect me to believe that? You're dead to me. Both of you. Do you hear me? Dead! You guys want to disappear so badly? Fine. I'll make you disappear. I'll make sure no one wants to talk to you or think about you again, after all is said and done. Mark my words, I will make you two pay!" Suddenly, everyone can here rapid footsteps approaching. "WAIT," someone shouts! ... IT'S SUGAR! "CHRISTOPHER. McLEAN! I. QUIT! This pageant AIN’T my callin’… ACTING is! LARS von TRIER WAS AT THAT HOTEL… HE SAW MY PERFORMANCE! And it blew his tits CLEAN OFF! SUGAR IS GONNA BE A STAR! So take me Chris… Take me instead of whateva POOR SOUL got eliminated tonight! Because I won’t be makin MILLIONS at the box office… I’ll be MAKING TRILLIONS!" ... It was Sugar who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame. ______________________________________________ "Oh Yeah. Forgot about the boat. Just a reminder, the boat is off limits for maintenance, everyone will have an assigned hotel room until next week. Got it? Good!"

Chris drops a piece of paper at the counter. He makes his to the elevator and leaves….

The paper says:

801 Ripper/Courtney 802 Alejandro/Brick 803 Amy/Wayne 804 Raj/Sammy 805 Trent/Scott 806 Harold/Lightning 807 MK/Jo

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>Alejandro corners Brick. He has to ensure the Tapirs lose and vote for Courtney or he's sending Jo home. >Alejandro and Ripper talk on the beach together. Alejandro discusses his plan to disappear with Amy. Ripper enables this decision. >The Sea Tails (Alejandro, Ripper, Wayne, and Raj) have a sleepover in the lobby. There were pillow fights, nail painting, and a very uncomfortable Alejandro. >Raj gets fed up with the amount of people lying to him constantly. >Alejandro revisits the old woman who spoke down to him during the challenge. "Young Man, you do know that I am merely an actor. All of us, well- most of us were. Did you really think your host lost you?" "I hope you rot in Hell!" > The Seatails band together and attempt to get Courtney eliminated. Well, mostly Ripper and Alejandro. > Scott and Trent get a divorce. #divorce > The hockey bros and Ripper go on a fishing trip! Raj is scared of birds, so when a seagull shows up, Wayne and Ripper fight it off. Ripper specifically took to waving his fishing pole around. > Sammy walks into the ship's club, only to find a crossfaded Alejandro and Amy. Sitting through their conversations is genuinely Hell on Earth. Alejandro explains that he wants to be friends with both of them, but that it isn't possible. Alejandro and Amy receive punishments for having access to the confessionals! > Alejandro has to go on a date with Trent! A successful one. Needless to say, he was not able to achieve that goal. Trent is very aware Alejandro doesn't love him back. > Amy is handcuffed to Ripper, which isn't the best outcome given Chris persuaded him to help out with gelato. They're calling each other "bathroom buddies" now.

A Tapir leaving the game despite their win...Things are getting crazy! Love and hate blossom on this boat, and our garden grows each and every day! How much longer will Alejandro and Amy last? How are Trent and Scott going to survive such a terrible divorce? (#divorce.) And will people PLEASE stop lying to Raj!? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

[deathbxnny]

Heyoo!! I was wondering if I can request a reader who’s in the same state as kiana was when she felt that all hope was lost and had given up, almost ending her life, but then fu hua saved her and stopped her from doing it, but in place of fu hua it’s jing yuan, welt, blade and dan heng. That’s all I gotta say :3 (disappears’)

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A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for the request! I'm honestly surprised by the influx of angst requests lately, but I'm honestly not complaining lmao

Content: TW! ATTEMPTED SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, angst, hurt/comfort, depression, fluff-ish endings?, established relationships

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng didn't notice your mood shifting at first and just thought that you have just had a bad week. He was so busy with the archive room, that he never had time to truly talk to you about your problems and generally, he wasn't good at emotions himself.

This caused him to miss your spiral into a deep depression, as you began questioning your existence and giving up on life itself. You just couldn't take it anymore and wished to finally be free of your worries and stress, that you made a heartbreaking decision you knew would devastate your poor lover.

Yet it seemed as though fate had a different plan in mind, as just before you attempted to take your life, Dan Heng had returned early from a mission and stopped you from hurting yourself. He was baffled at first, asking you what was wrong, until it finally clicks in his head.

His heart breaks, as he instantly holds you close and nearly berates you for ever thinking of leaving him. You two still had so much to go through and experience, so you couldn't just give up. He'll carry all of your burdens for you, so please... just stay.

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》Blade

Blade doesn't acknowledge or care for his own feelings, so obviously he won't really notice a difference with you either directly. Sure, he may notice a personality shift, but that's about it. He won't comment on it further, as he is unsure how and can't address anyone's feelings to save his life.

And so, you are left alone to spiral into a deep hole you couldn't get out of. You tried at first, but without any support from your lover, life became darker and darker as days went by, until you gave up completely. What was the point, when your own lover didn't seem to care?

Blade knew you weren't doing well and decided to come home early on the day you gave up completely. He was holding some of your favourite snacks, as he calmly made his way through your house. He suddenly realised that the house was way too quiet and that you weren't greeting him like you usually did. And to say that he was horrified seeing the half dead state you were in, would be an understatement.

He'd immideatly cradle you in his arms and press you against him, quickly stopping the bleeding as much as he could. Once he gets you patched up, he'll harshly berate you for what you've done, but you know he did it out of love and fear. He'll make sure to be there for you more afterwards. He won't let you out of his sight ever again either.

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》Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan instantly noticed how you were feeling and tried his best to help you, but unfortunately work always got in the way of him helping you out more. The stress and overwork also got to him in the end, which forced him to fully immerse himself in work only. That also made him unable to come home anymore, which left you alone with your dark thoughts.

The house was empty and quiet, so your heartbreaking thoughts were louder than ever. They echoed off the walls, were the first thing that entered your mind whenever you woke up alone and were eventually what made you lose your mind completely. You were sick of them. You wanted them to just go quiet and therefore knew exactly what you had to do.

What you didn't expect however, was Jing Yuan coming home after taking a week off work for you. He instantly knew what you were thinking and planning, yet decided to just hold you close, instead of confronting you about it. He acted like he didn't know and instead dragged you outside for a well-deserved brake.

He made you forget all your troubles, not letting you have a moment of rest with everything he did with you. In the end, he didn't need to tell you that he knew, as his actions said enough. He'd always be there for you.

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》Welt Yang

Welt instantly knew something was wrong and didn't let you spiral any further than you already have. At first, he didn't confront you about it directly, mainly because he didn't want you to get potentially ashamed or lie to him about it. He took it very seriously after all and your health is one of his priorities.

He'd take you out more often and make you accompany him on missions at all times, unless it's too dangerous. But even then, he'll have someone with you. He keeps those dark thoughts away and keeps you busy with him. Slowly, he'll start encouraging you to talk to him about your issues and makes sure to listen to all of your needs.

Trying to attempt something with him around is practically impossible, especially because he makes sure you're not out of his sight at any time. He'll always have his eyes on you and make sure that all your problems are gone.

He won't ever give up on you, even if something does happen. He knows how hard the struggle can be and makes sure to always comfort you no matter what. You know, that you can count on him. He has lost so many people in his long life and losing you would destroy him in ways that are unexplainable. So he'll make sure that nothing, not even you, will harm you.

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A/N: I hope this was alright and is coherent! Thank you again for the request!<3

[e-dubbc11]

Afternoon Delight

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, a LOT of it. Reader and Billy both have filthy mouths in this one so 18+ please (no minors or I’m telling), some swear words

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Summary: Reader is reading and waiting for her boyfriend to bring her lunch in the park. A very handsome man takes a seat next to her, the book she’s reading is one of his favorites.

A/N: This is my contribution to May’s writing challenge over on the Thirsty For Cox discord server. This month’s prompt was sundress season and I honestly didn’t mean for it to get dirty but my brain had other ideas. Oh the book I took the quotes from is The Picture of Dorian Gray. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

A gentle summer breeze rushed across your exposed shoulders as you sat alone on a park bench reading your book on an early Saturday afternoon. The subtle rustling of the trees above your head prompted you to look up and watch the sun highlight the veins in the leaves as the wind moved them in multiple directions.

The warm afternoon sun shone through the leaves on the trees, drawing attention to bright green patches of grass all over the park. It was a beautiful day.

Your boyfriend told you earlier that morning that he would meet you in the park for lunch and you couldn’t wait to surprise him with the new dress you bought.

Black with white polka dots, adjustable spaghetti straps, long with a deep V-neck and a drawstring closure, it was perfect for a day like today and you were sure he would love it on you.

Continuing to turn the pages of your book, you looked up the walkway and noticed a very handsome man walking toward you wearing a gray suit.

He had ebony colored hair, a short well-groomed beard and as he came closer you noticed his eyes. He had beautiful yet very mysterious deep brown eyes, the kind of eyes you could just get lost in while he was talking to you. They looked like two flat black marbles and they were looking directly at you.

There were empty park benches everywhere, so you didn’t think he would take a seat next to you and yet, he did. As he sat down, he smiled at you. You’ve never seen a more perfect smile on top of an already incredibly handsome face.

He said hello, you said hello back and returned the smile he gave you.

A smile like his could get you into some serious trouble but then he doubled down and opened his mouth to which you heard his soft tone, his voice was smooth like warm honey with a slight New York accent.

“I love that book.” He said.

You almost forgot you were holding a book, he was quite the distraction.

“Me too.” You said. “This is my fourth time reading it. Do you have a favorite part?”

You asked him, hoping to throw him off guard to see if he’s actually read it or if it’s some lame pick up line.

“Well…let’s see.” He said. “There are so many.”

Got him.

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” Chapter 2, page 23

“Oh and…”

“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy." Chapter 6, page 106

The fact that he had those passages memorized, shocked you to your core and you felt slightly embarrassed and ashamed that you doubted him, but it turned you on at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I thought that…” You said.

He interrupted you.

“You thought it was a line, didn’t you.” He said with a sly grin.

Very few people surprised you, especially tall, handsome men just strolling through the park.

“I do apologize Mister?” You asked.

“Russo…Billy Russo.” He said extending his hand for you to shake. “I read that book a lot when I was deployed overseas.”

“Deployed? Wait, lemme guess…” You said as you carefully looked him over from head to toe. “You were a marine.” You were biting down on your lower lip, and fighting the desire to draw him in close by his tie.

He continued to stare at you with those intense brown eyes of his, he could not look away and neither could you. He held your gaze and felt yourself start to blush every time he smiled at you.

“How did you know?” He asked.

“Well…actually, my boyfriend was also in the Marines.” You said in a low breathy tone.

His smile disappeared.

“Well your boyfriend is a lucky man, I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile…on anyone.” He said.

He took the words right out of your mouth, you felt the same way about his smile.

Billy moved his head like it was on a swivel, looking all around him. “So…where is this boyfriend of yours? If you were mine, I’d never let you out of my sight.” He stated.

The struggle to keep from smiling was difficult, and you replied. “Actually, I don’t know. He said he would meet me here for lunch and he’s never ever late.”

You weren’t sure if it was the rays from the sun or Billy that was causing the warmth to rise to your cheeks.

There was something you wanted from Billy but maybe you shouldn’t ask. Although, what harm could come from reading a few pages from your book to you?

There was just something about his voice that was captivating. The way the words rolled off of his tongue was musical and hypnotic, like he was meant to read them aloud.

As he read, he’d glance away from the pages for sentences at a time to look over at you. He had memorized a lot of the passages, staring at you as he recited the words.

At one point, he stopped and lost his place because he was too busy staring at you.

“I’m so sorry.” He said. “I have to tell you, I’m very distracted by this beautiful dress you have on. Although I’m not sure if it’s the dress or the woman wearing it, maybe it’s both. I can’t believe your boyfriend let you leave the house without him, lookin’ like that. Every man that walks by this bench is having the same thoughts as I am.”

Trying to swallow the lump in your throat, the ache between your thighs grew hungry for him.

“Oh? And—what sort of thoughts would those be, Mr. Russo?” You whispered.

“Impure ones.” He hissed as he looked you up and down.

Your fingers lightly danced across the glowing skin on your chest and moved up to rub the back of your neck as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Thoughts of taking you back to my place, hiking that dress up over your hips and fucking you so hard you can’t walk right tomorrow, pinning you against the wall, and having your legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into that sweet pussy of yours. I wanna hear you scream my name over and over again until your voice cracks, and I bet you’d look really pretty sitting on my dick.”

Gently, he touched your bare shoulder, and brushed the warm soft skin of your arm with his calloused fingers, those words sent shivers down your spine despite the hot afternoon sun.

Shuddering at those sinful thoughts, you leaned in to him so your face was closer to his yet your bodies remained apart and whispered against his mouth. “Is that right? Anything else?” You asked before sucking on his bottom lip.

“Or just ripping it off of you because it covers that gorgeous body of yours, then using it to tie you to the bed so I can look at you all spread out, ready to take my cock. Those are the kind of thoughts I’m having.”

A bead of sweat had dripped from your neck down your chest and in between your breasts, your panties were soaked from listening to Billy describe what he wanted to do to you, and if he wanted to fuck you right there on that park bench, you would probably let him.

“Maybe I’m having similar thoughts.” You said softly. “Maybe I want to see you on your knees in front of me, your head underneath my dress, and your tongue fucking me until I can’t see straight.”

You were so distracted by him, you forgot why you were sitting on that bench in the first place.

He inched closer to you so his thigh was touching yours, the look in his eyes was primal, his long slender fingers touched the side of your face, his other hand grazed the top of your breast and then he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Role playing is fun, isn’t it sweet girl. I don’t even need to touch you to know how wet you are for me. Love the new dress. I know I was supposed to bring lunch but I didn’t think there would be a snack waiting for me when I got here.” He said with a devilish smirk and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You reached out to brush his beard with your thumbs and let out a little chuckle. “Wow…And I thought I’ve heard every cheesy pick up line there is, my love. Are you done flirting with me? Where’s my lunch?”

Billy held up one finger. “Number one, I’ll never stop flirting with you, number two, you’re wearin’ MY lunch…and I promise I’ll get you something to eat, but I need to get you home now otherwise we’re both getting arrested for indecent exposure.” He said with a wink. “I held out as long as I could. I’m pretty sure I flatlined when I first saw you. You look fuckin’ hot, baby.”

You leaned in close and gave him a hungry kiss, your tongue twisted with his and your teeth nipped at his lower lip which made him absolutely feral for you.

“Well let’s go home then, Mr. Russo and don’t forget our book.”

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The Love Interest

Danny Brackett X Reader 

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this !! If you like my work please comment like and re blog it means a lot to see interactions on my work. 

Y/N POV 

Living in New York was a dream. It was all you ever wanted sense you could remember.

 The lights the fast action paced it felt like you belonged here. You also met a great group of friends a long the way. 

Honestly if you asked where you meant them you couldn’t tell them. It was like you all just kind of found each other.

 Which was nice because you didn’t have a lot of family. Your parents weren’t around so it was just you. 

Your parents weren’t the best your mom had a ton of issues going on and she always found a way to self medicate.

 In the most conventional way.  Your father well let’s just say for now he was well known and not for the reasons you would like. 

They always said it was for the best and they were keeping their space in order to protect you.

 But you never understood because if they loved you then you would find a way to protect the ones you loved. 

At least you weren’t alone because now you finally had a family after all these years. 

There was even a love interest mixed in there. Danny lived across the hall and he was so smart and kind and sexy af. 

You had a massive crush on him but you of course would never tell him that. Every time he walked up to you or had a small conversation with him you would always clam up. 

Never in a million years would ever think you stood a chance so you just let it go so your feelings didn’t get hurt. 

Lately though everyone was on edge so you didn’t get to talk to him that much. 

There was a new ghost face going around town. You knew all about the stab movies and never in a million years did you think you would hear about it again in real time. 

It was hard to tell right now if it was the real deal or some sort of copycat. 2 people were murdered so far and both time witness said it was a ghostface killer. They were also people you knew which sent shivers down your spine. 

It also left this sick feeling in your stomach that you just couldn’t pass down. 

So all of your friends decided to come over to yours to keep you safe. Now you seen all the stab movies so you weren’t sure if that was such a good idea but you didn’t have the balls to tell them no either.

Either way it just seemed like a rough situation.

 You were home alone now trying to semi clean up the mess before they got there. You were watching tv the background noise made you feel a little better. 

There was a feeling the air that made it hard to shake and you didn’t know if you were worried about nothing or if you had a right to be. 

Suddenly the phone rang and you could feel your heart beating. You thought it was going to jump out of your chest and you could feel the adrenaline running through your body. 

You slowly walked over to the phone it felt like each step you took was a mile long. Finally you reached the phone and answered it. 

It was silent on the other line just some heavy breathing. Finally you mustard enough courage to answer the phone. 

“Hello” You said shaikly and breathy 

“Hello Y/N how are you got any fun plans for tonight” The iconic voice every knew to well rang through. 

“What the fuck do you want” You said trying not to let this sicko know how scared you were really are. 

“I’m just trying to have some fun tonight it’s big a long time coming don’t you agree” The person said. 

“Yeah well my idea of fun night is fucking you up” You said walking towards the kitchen trying to get the biggest knife you could find. 

You pulled it out slowly and quietly and then started walking around the apartment. 

“Well if this is all you wanted i really need to go” You said into the phone. 

“Come on Y/N I thought we were having fun and I know your alone so you really don’t have anywhere to go do you know”  They said. 

“How the hell do you know I’m alone” You asked trying to conceal the panic in your voice but probably doing a bad job at it. 

“Hmm I know a lot of things about you” The voice said. 

You didn’t answer him right away you just kept walking around the apartment with the knife in your hand checking to see if they were there. I mean if they were you didn’t have any clue on what you were gonna do about it. 

Suddenly a knock on the door made you jump out of your own skin. You slowly walked over to the door with the knife in the air. 

You prayed in your head that it was all just a joke and you weren’t about to be murdered. 

You slowly opened it up and was scared shit less when your friends jumped in and screamed at you. 

You dropped the knife and then hung up the phone and threw it on the couch. Your friends looked at you with a confused look on their face. 

“What the hell happened to you” Jace asked. 

“Which one of you was it” You asked

“What the hell are you talking about” Emily asked. 

“Stop fucking with me right now” You yelled. 

“Whoa calm down we just wanted to scare you a little what the hell is going on” Dylan asked. 

“Someone called me with the you know voice” You said moving your hands around in the air 

“It was someone just probably fucking with you” Jace said 

“I don’t know it felt different they knew I was alone” You said 

“A lucky guess come on half of the people in new york live alone” Emily said. 

“Yeah maybe what ever” You said. 

You walked over on the couch and plopped down and tried to calm down your beating heart. There was something in the air that was still leaving you on edge. 

Dylan walked over to you and sat down. She grabbed your hand and looked at you with a worried face. 

“Babe come on talk to me are you okay” She asked. 

“Yeah that phone call just scared me a little” You said honestly. 

She then flung herself on you and laid on you resting her head on your chest. It did help you feel a little better. 

“Don’t worry Y/N were protect you from the big bad killer” Jace said. 

You rolled your eyes at them and laughed a little. The rest of them threw all their pillows and stuff all over the floor and made themselves at home. 

The only person you were missing now was Danny. You couldn’t help but keep thinking how nice it would be if he were there with you. 

You all were lounged around watching tv and playing all on your phones. You felt better now that they were they with you it did make you feel a bit safer if you were thinking about it. 

 A couple of hours had passed and the night was pretty quiet. You all had ordered hella food in and was watching movies all night. 

You were getting tired and wanted to go bed. When suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the background. 

Dylan who was still laying with you on the couch jumped up and looked scared. Everyone else just kind of looked at each other. Everyone was to stunned to move. You grabbed the knife that you placed on the table and got up. 

You suddenly had some self confidence and slowly walked towards where the noise was coming from. 

You could feel your heart beating out if it’s chest and your entire body was shaking. All you could keep thinking was please god don’t let me die. 

The noise kept getting louder and louder as you made your way closer.. 

Suddenly a hand was placed on your back and you felt your soul leave your entire body.  The only thought you had in this moment was please god don’t take me home. 

Then a soothing and recognisable voice said something to you

“Baby what’s going I heard screaming and noises” Danny said to you. 

You felt a million times better knowing it was just him. You turned around and looked at him and he had a worried look all over his face. 

You could feel a weight being lifted off your chest to see him. 

“I think he’s here and i think he’s in the room” You said the worry in your voice. 

“Who’s here” Danny asked confusion in his voice. 

“Ghostface” Was all you able to get out. 

“How and why do you think that” He asked 

“I got a phone call earlier and I thought maybe it was just a prank so I didn’t say anything now I’m freaking out” You said 

“Okay calm down call the cops and get everyone out of here” Danny said 

“No wait what about you” You asked 

“I’ll be fine I’m gonna go check it out” Danny said 

“Like hell you are not alone two of us have better odds” You said 

“Y/N” he started.. 

“No i’m not letting you do this alone” You said firmly to him 

He looked like he was gonna argue but you gave him a face that said you better not start anything. 

He walked in front of you and kept a hand on you at all times. Why did you have to be a nice person and go. Maybe you should have ran out. But hopefully someone out there already called 911. 

It felt like the way to the room was taking forever. 

Finally you reached the room and Danny opened it slowly. You closed you eyes and silently prayed to your self. 

You opened up and saw your worst nightmare right in front of you. Ghostface was standing in the centre of the room with a knife in his hand. 

Your heart stopped beating and your face went pale white. You were waiting for those flight or fight response to kick in. 

“Fuck you want” You heard Danny yelled. 

And you were a little upset with him because why you mess with this man. 

Ghostface didn’t even say anything he just titled his head a little and then ran towards y’all with a knife. Danny closed the door and the both of you bolted out of the way. 

When you got to the living room everyone was kind of scattered and you didn’t even remember if you yelled anything you tried your best to run to the door. 

Suddenly you felt someone grab the back of you and pushed you on the ground hard. You could feel the stinging in your head and you had double vision. 

You tried your best to gather yourself but it was hard. Your whole entire body felt weak. 

All you heard faintly was someone yelling in the background your name. 

You felt hands on you again and at this point you were to messed up again. When they lifted you up yor head leaned back and you saw it was Danny. He was trying to drag you out of there. 

Suddenly the lights went out and you could feel him gently put you back down. You kept wanting to close your eyes but you knew a hell of a lot better. 

There was blood curling screams that were let out and it was hard to tell who it was. 

Finally it felt like your flight or fight kicked in because then you stood up so fast that you forgot you were hurt. 

You tried to look around but you could’t see anything. You tried to remember where everything was in the apartment so you could at least leave or turn on the lights. 

Making your way to the wall after scrambling what felt like a while. You turned on the lights and you were shocked and sick to your stomach to see Jace in the middle of the living dead. He was covered in stab wounds and there was blood everywhere. 

He was one of your best friends and you were so crushed and gutted right now. Everyone was looking around at each other wondering what the hell to do and who the hell could have done it. 

You did the only thing you could think of was to run out of the apartment and get the hell out of there. You weren’t even sure who followed behind you but you didn’t stop running. 

You reached the elevator and it wasn’t coming no matter how many times you pushed the button. 

So you started knocking on doors screaming help but no one really answered. So you took the fire escape stairs. You were running so fast you weren’t sure how you didn’t fall. Finally after 6 flights you made it. 

But of course life wasn’t going to be that easy. The doors were tied from the outside and you couldn’t make your way out. 

You pulled on the doors and banged but one came. No one was even leaving their apartment so you weren’t sure what to do.

You ran towards the other end then you ran into Danny or more like crashing into him. 

“Whoa are you okay” He asked grabbing you and looking you up and down.

“The door is locked from the outside and we can’t go anywhere” You yelled out all in one breath. 

“OKay we need to hunker down somewhere and try and play it lowkey until help comes okay I called the cops” Danny said. 

You heard more blood curdling screams and you froze up in fear again. Suddenly Emily came running down the fire escape and was covered in blood. She looked at you scared and upset. 

“What happened” You asked 

“Dylan Is dead” She said

“What how “ was all you could get out. 

“Ghostface we tried to get out but we couldn’t” Emily said.

You looked over at Danny and his face looked like he wasn’t believing what she was putting out. 

“Where did this happen” He asked. 

“In the apartment” She said in a defensive manner 

“Why didn’t you run out” Danny asked 

“We tried but” Emily said but he cut her off’ 

“Nah something ain’t adding up here” He said 

“Come on now we weren’t there to know what happened” You said trying to defuse the situation. 

Suddenly you could feel your heart pounding again when you looked over Emily’s shoulder and there was Ghost face coming up behind her. 

“Fuck everyone Run” Danny yelled. 

You both did not follow that advice because you both instead slowly backed away scared to make any sudden movements. 

He ran up behind Emily who just looked confused. Ghost face ran up behind her and started stabbing her over and over again. Her scream filled the hallways and you were frozen in fear at the scene in front of you. 

Then Emily started laughing and it scared the hell out of you

Danny placed his whole body in front of you. And you couldn’t get anything out of your mouth because you were in complete shock. 

“What the hell” Danny said

 “Did I get you how was my performance” Emily asked. 

“Why what’s going on” You asked 

“What do you mean i think it’s pretty obvious don’t you think” Emiy said 

Ghost face just started walking closer to yall slowly and you both kept just taking steps back. You backed up all the way into the wall at the end of the hallway. You were shaking in fear and honestly thought this was going to be it .

Ghostface slowly lifted off his mask to show the shock of a lifetime when Jace pulled off the mask. 

Why the hell would either of them want to be involved in what motive would you have. 

“Are you not putting this together” Jace laughed 

“I’m sorry you want me to the pieces together ? Fuck you” You yelled walking past Danny and looking them straight in the eye.

You felt more anger than fear because why would they do something like this. 

“Let me break it down for you hunnie. You made it real easy we set you up” Emily said

“Why would you want to do that” You asked 

“Why the Fuck not we wanna be famous” Jace yelled

“We know who you are we tracked you down on purpose we knew your mom wouldn’t miss an opportunity to come down and get a story.” Jace said 

“What the hell is going on” Danny said 

“My mom is Gale Weathers and My dad is Dewey Riley they were a part of the Orginial Stab” You said 

“Woah really” Danny said 

“Yeah now you can see why I don’t talk about but them but damn they were right they were obsessed with Ghost face always telling me not to trust anyone I couldn’t take it anymore so I left home and came here” You said.

“Well damn you should have listened to mommy and daddy then” Emily said. 

“Now were gonna be famous” Jace said. 

you could feel your heart beating out of it’s chest and you were saying every prayer you coils. 

Then suddenly you saw over both their shoulders a familiar face and you felt relief and happiness when you saw who it was. 

“Not today mother fuckers” Dewey yelled. 

He pulled his gun out and Shot Jace first in the shoulder and then Emily looked over and ran over towards him. 

Your dad then shot her to and she fell down. A couple more police officers came in behind after him.

Dewey ran over to you and wrapped you in a big hug. You hugged him back tight so grateful that he was there for you. 

“Moms out front don’t worry pumpkin she’s alone not with the circus” He said in a soothing voice. 

The hug broke apart and he gave you a loving look. Then he looked over at danny and his mood suddenly changed and you knew what he was thinking. 

“No no dad this is Danny he’s okay he’s one of the good ones” You said 

‘I don’t trust the love interest” He said 

“Who said he was the love interest” You said confused. 

“Come on now beautiful man like him I know you sweet pea he’s your type “ Dewey said 

You could feel your face heating up from embarrassment.

“Now is not the time now let’s go” You said. 

You ran out keeping your head up trying not to look down at the sight on the floor. You made your way down the hallway and then made your way outside. 

You looked around to see if you could see your mom anywhere. Suddenly you saw her looking in the street. 

“Mom i’m here” You yelled 

She ran over to you and grabbed you in a big hug.

“Omg sweetheart thank god your okay” Gale yelled. 

“Yeah no thanks to dad” You said 

“How did you even know what was going on” You asked 

“ we follow ghost face news saw he was here in New York I’m good at my job knew you were here to” Gale said 

“Of course but now I guess I’m actually” You started 

“Greatful now go look the love interest is waiting” Gale said 

You ran over to Danny and pulled him into a big hug and he hugged you back tight. 

“Thank you so much”You said to him as the hug broke apart. 

“For what” He said smiling down at you

“I mean you risked your life for mine” You said 

“Of course always for you” Danny said. 

“Now your dad was wrong about one thing i gotta point out though” Danny said 

“What’s that” You asked 

“Your my life interest” danny said 

“Shut up no I’m not” You said 

“Come on someone good looking as you it’s hard not to fall in love” Danny said. 

He leaned down and kissed you and you kissed him back feeling butterflies in your stomach. 

The kiss broke and he looked down and smiled at you. 

“I still don’t trust you” Dewey yelled over

“He’s never going to” You said 

“I can work on it” You said. 

The moment was then ruined when crime scene walked out with a body bag. You got a sick feeling and upset all over again remembering about poor Dylan she didn’t deserve what happened. 

Gale and Dewey walked over to you.  They wrapped their arms around you and gave you a squeeze.

“We know sweetheart but it’s gonna be okay were here for you” Dewey said 

Danny also gave your hand a squeeze. 

That’s the problem with Stab movies they never show what happens after. How the hell do you just move on. But thank god you had people who were there for you. 

“Let’s hope to hell there isn’t a sequel” Gale said.

[those-late-night-feels]

Right Place, Right Time

Part 2

Summary: Both you and Loki wrestle with how you feel.

Warnings: angst, slow burn.

A/N: As always, any feedback, comments, reblogs are so much appreciated! | Dividers by @firefly-graphics

If the invasion in New York felt like the blink of an eye, the invasion in London felt like an eternity. The day after Loki left, you and Sara had left the compound, cautiously making your way back to your own apartment. The destruction wasn't as bad as you had expected, nothing compared to the devastation New York had experienced before, but the added security you felt that night because of him would never be forgotten. Glued to the television and your cell phone for any updates on London felt ridiculously obsessive. After two days, the TV was turned off and cell phone put away, promising yourself to only check after Sara was put to bed for the night.

When the Avengers returned home from battle a week later, every news outlet had made it known. There were interviews, press conferences, and panel discussions, all very formal. When you didn't see him for another two weeks after their return, you wrestled with going to the tower to see him. Playing it out in your head, you'd tell the front desk that you were there to see Loki, and then what? Tell him "I'm ready for my kiss now"? The thought alone was cringe-worthy, like a desperate booty call.

It was fine, you told yourself, the two of you had a moment and it passed. What did you think was going to happen with an Asgardian god? That he'd become your boyfriend? You were just a Midgardian who had shown him a little kindness. Honestly, "Midgardian" probably meant simpleton or servant to him. More than likely he'd either forgotten or moved on, which was what you needed to do as well.

It had been almost a month since the attack on London when you saw him again, your heart instantly doing that annoying somersault thing it liked to do around him. Sara had been begging to go to the park for weeks and you finally gave in. He sat down next to you on the park bench as you watched her in the sandpit. You would not be the first to say something, you promised yourself. But it was Sara who grabbed your attention. "Loki!"

She ran up to him, arms out, allowing him to pick her up and set her on his leg. "Hello darling. Have you been keeping your mommy busy while I was away?"

Sara giggled, nodding her head and reaching for his hands. "And what do you suppose is in there?"

"Magic! More magic!"

Loki laughed at her request. "Well, I can't say no to that," and opened his hand to show her a new fireworks display. Sara set her hand out next to his, pretending to emit her own magic. "Alright my darling girl, go play in the sandbox while I talk to your mother."

She hugged him and ran back, not a care in the world. "She really is a sweet girl."

"She likes you."

"I like her." His words were intended for you more than Sara and when he gently placed a hand on your leg, you froze. It would be so easy to give in, to let him sweep you off your feet, but when you looked at him, you knew it would only be temporary.

You placed your hand on top of his and he watched as you guided it off your leg, his face faltering.

"Loki, I like you. I really do. But… I need to protect myself, and… I need us to be just friends."

Silently, he processed your words, tongue pressed into the side of his cheek. "Friends," he said slowly, testing it out on his tongue. "If that's what you wish."

No, it wasn't what you wished. It wasn't remotely close to what you wished for. But the thought of falling in love with him, only to lose him to a war, to a conquest, to another world, was excruciating. You had a daughter to think of. You had yourself to think of.

"Well then, as my friend," he started, cutting into your thoughts. "I would like to invite you to a gathering Stark is having next Saturday."

"Loki…" you warned.

He lifted his hands in defense. "No no, you are my friend. And honestly, there is no one else on this planet that I would enjoy spending my time with more than you."

There was a twinkle in his eye and you weighed your options, unlimitedly deciding that friendships required actual interaction. "Alright, as friends."

Loki went back to the tower, sighing as he pulled out a book on the early conquests of Asgard, a way to distract himself from his swirling mind, and reclined on the chair in his room. This place had become a prison, and just when he thought he found a bright light of redemption, he had squandered it. When he had arrived back on Midgard, he had expected a cold welcome and told Thor just as much. He prepared himself for the glares, the spews of hatred, even the physical attacks which he found to be quite humorous. But he hadn't prepared himself for you.

The kindness you showed, actually wanting to spend time with him, not once bringing up his past, he was absolutely hooked. But, in London, the more he thought of you, the more he believed he would be a poison to you, just as he was to everyone else. One way or another, he would destroy you. He may be a god, you may be a mortal, but he wasn't good enough for you.

When the team arrived back from their mission in London, he didn't go back to you, as much as he desired it. Through FRIDAY he was informed of where you lived and if you and Sara were safe, but he held himself back from seeing you. It was only when he had read those fateful words that you had quoted to him from War and Peace that he decided he needed to see you again.

He knew that inviting you to Stark's party was playing with fire, and possibly playing with your heart. He was, after all, known as the god of mischief. But you had been there, more than once, at the right place, the right time. Perhaps you were meant to be his.

The Avengers Tower stood magnificently in front of you. Taking a breath, you rode up the glass elevator to the penthouse where you had been put on the guest list. Loki had requested to pick you up himself from your place, but you refused, insisting that it was not a date and therefore would arrive and leave alone. When a car was sent to pick you up, you grimaced in annoyance. He was going to make it very hard to stay just friends.

The penthouse was beautifully decorated, lavish lounge furniture, an open bar, and large dance floor. Coat and purse checked, you made your way to the bar, hoping that a glass of wine would quiet the nerves while not making a total embarrassment of yourself later.

"I usually recognize everyone at my parties, but I can't place you." You turned to be face to face with the goateed playboy billionaire, your eyes as wide as saucers. "From your off-the-rack dress, I'm assuming you're a new reporter trying to catch a big break. Am I close?"

"I…" your mouth hung open, not exactly sure what to say.

"Stark, I see you've met my guest," his voice had a deep warning tone. He placed a hand on your shoulder, instantly making you feel safe.

Tony looked from Loki to you, trying to make the connection. "So not a news reporter?"

"No, actually I'm–" but your words were cut off as a burly man called out to the billionaire, his attention pulled away. Loki laughed at your reaction. "Ignore him. That's what I usually do." He came around to face you, doing his best not to look you up and down in the glimmering form-fitting dress. "Am I allowed to tell you how stunning you look tonight?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding your head. The truth was, if you had been attracted to him after the invasion, you were absolutely blown away by how he cleaned up with a crisp suit. You drew your eyes from his frame to your drink, trying to focus. "Funny, I was in the middle of getting ready and someone sent a car to pick me up. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

He grabbed an amber drink from the bartender. "I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about."

"Well that's good since I sent them away." Loki abruptly looked at you with confusion, to be met with a sly smirk. "Only kidding."

He gave an awkward laugh. Was he actually nervous around you? He shook his head. Get it together, she's only a mortal.

He took the glass from your hand and set it down on the bar, then took your hand and pulled you away, winding his way through the crowds with you in tow.

"Where are you taking me, Laufeyson?" you giggled, following him up a flight of stairs and through a glass door to a balcony. The cool wind made you shiver in the small party dress and his jacket was draped over your shoulders. You looked across the massive city, above the buildings and twinkling lights that stood below and the ocean expanding beyond. "Wow, what a view. It's beautiful up here."

"I wish I could take you up there," he said, pointing up to the starry sky. "Now that is a sight worth seeing."

"What's it like up there?" you asked.

"Brilliant. Beautiful."

"Do you wish you were still up there?"

"Not right now," he said and you could feel his eyes on you. Even with his jacket on you shivered, but not from the cold. You didn't dare turn your head, afraid of what would happen if you did. Instead, you rested your head on his shoulder, taking in the scenery.

"I hope I'm not overstepping," he said after a while, pausing to find the right words, "I'm sorry I didn't come see you when we came back from London. I should have."

You shook your head in feigned ignorance. "It's fine, I just assumed you were busy saving the world."

He took your hands in his, not allowing you to brush it off. "No, y/n. The truth is…you scare me."

"I scare you?" you repeated the words back to him, eyebrow raised.

He smiled, the humor of a god being scared by a Midgardian not lost on him, and tucked a wisp of hair behind your ear. "Absurd, I know. But, you know I am the god of mischief and chaos. And, you are…the opposite of that. You are good and kind and…"

"And…you're afraid I will change who you are."

"No, I'm afraid I will destroy you. Or Sara. I destroy everything I touch." He looked down, thinking of all the hurt that had been caused because of him. "I would never be able to live with myself if you…"

His words trailed off, barely above a whisper. Heart pounding, your fingers interlaced with his and his eyes were drawn from the clasp of your hands to your eyes. You took a small step forward, his words sparking a boldness in you.

"Loki, no one is fully good or fully evil, not even you."

"Yes, but I–"

You cut him off, taking another small step, inching into him. "You did everything you could to save me and Sara during that invasion. Maybe you made some wrong choices in the past, but that's not who you are." His brow crinkled as you placed a hand on his cheek. "Do you want to hurt me?"

"Never," he whispered, and without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him. His lips were soft and warm and exactly how you had imagined. His fingers hesitatingly threaded through your hair at the back of your neck, closing the centimeters between you, a moan slipping from your mouth. You could have stayed there forever in his arms. When you pulled away, he searched your eyes. "I thought you said you just wanted to be friends."

Smiling, you replied, "You make it very hard to be just friends, Loki."

Buy Loki a coffee 😘

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Hello ! Because you love Adrien as much as me, can you make one with him where he’s jealous of your man best friend ? Thank you so so much :)

I love Adrien so much 😭

Also I changed it a bit I hope you don’t mind😭❤️

Thank you for requesting this ❤️ I hope you like it ⭐️

Let’s pretend Juve didn’t just lost 5-1 to Napoli okay 🥲

Are you jealous?

Adrien wasn’t the jealous type. He was calm, always, in every situation he never lose control. It happened a few times that some men made some comments but Adrien always let it slide because he was sure you wouldn’t lose your time with other men.

You, on the other hand, were very jealous. This was your first ever real relationship and you still had no idea how everything worked so yes, you were a jealous type. Especially now that your boyfriend is famous. Girls messaged him every single day on instagram, models tried to flirt with him and fans threw themselves at his feet. You were happy for him - of course - but sometimes you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if one of the girls won over you. You were a very insecure person and even if Adrien tried to reassure you in so many ways you still let your thoughts have the best of you.

Tonight you were supposed to go to this club with some of his teammates to celebrate juventus winner last night and honestly you wished you could stay home.

But instead you were getting ready. You decided to wear a black short dress. Not too short of course, you still haven’t that much confidence and it wasn’t too revealing either but it fit you so good you were kinda proud of you. You opted for black heels and a very soft make up. It would be all dark so no one would see your face - you thought.

When you left Adrien wouldn’t leave your hand, not even when he was driving and you couldn’t ask for more. You were both very affectionate. He didn’t mind kissing you or hugging you in public and you loved it.

When you arrived at the club you got welcomed by loud music, people jumping and dancing and an awful smell of alcohol, all things that made you feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

You went straight to your group friends when you saw them and started talking with each other. At least you weren’t in a crowded part of the club.

“Mon amour do you want to dance?” Adrien asked you and you had no idea of what to answer. You weren’t a club fan. You hated loud music - only concerts were allowed - you hated people dancing on each other and jumping and this question made you speechless

“Mon amour?” he asked you again

“It’s fine…you go and have fun. I’ll get something to drink first…” you said

“But you don’t drink…” - fuck he knows you very good

“I think I’ll need it tonight” you smiled at him

“You don’t mind if me and the guys dance a bit?”

“Absolutely no! Go and have fun!” you said kissing him and he left for the dance floor.

In that moment you got up and went straight to the bar, sitting on a bar stool waiting for your order. You were kinda lucky that this part of the club wasn’t full of people so you could actually hear people talking.

The barman handed you your drink and you began to drink not before taking a deep breath.

“Not a fan ah?” a man asked you smiling sitting next to you

“Nope” you continued drinking your martini

“Me neither…but friends dragged me here”

“Same…” you said finishing your drink in two shorts

“Get me the same one she had! And…for her another one” the man next to you said to the barista “I’m Mark by the way” he introduced himself and you shook his hands

“Y/n”

“So…y/n what are you doing here all alone? Drinking your problems away?” he joked a bit and honestly you laughed, he was funny and he had a positive energy

“Wishing to be home instead…so I drink”

“I feel you…I don’t know maybe it’s the loud music or the fact that people get so wasted with drinks and dances but I do really hate clubs…” he said trying to break the tension a bit

“Yes I know!” you said while the barista handed you both your drinks “I’m not even an alcohol drinker but I think desperation made me do it” you said holding up your drink and he laughed

“I wish I was at home watching some movies…”

“Harry Potter on Channel 5…that is what I was supposed to do instead of being here” you said drinking

“Or Deadpool on Channel 9” he said smirking and you couldn’t help but laugh

“Yes well…next friday I’m definitely staying at home”

“Watching Harry Potter?” he joked and you laughed so hard you were sure everyone in the club heard you.

In fact, Adrien heard you.

His eyes haven’t left you since the moment you started talking with that man.

He tried to be calm, thinking maybe you were only friends but he had no idea of who that man was and he knew that not even your friends could make you laugh so much.

He was jealous.

He was so jealous he wanted to take you away from the club and go home, only for him to be with.

But he also knew how much this kind of places made you uncomfortable so he was relieved to see you laughing a bit. But he couldn’t think straight because it was a man who was making you laugh.

He decided to go at the bar.

But stopped the moment he saw the man touching your arm. He waited for you to do something but you didn’t even moved.

“C’mon do something…” Adrien whispered to himself but truth was you were too drunk you didn’t even know he was touching you.

Instead you kept laughing and talking and Adrien was fuming.

“Hey” he said approaching you

“Adriiii!” you said grabbing his hand “have you met Mark? Mark this is Adrien, Adrien this is Mark” you introduced them, forgetting a little detail - he was your boyfriend

“A friend?” Mark asked

“Her boyfriend” Adrien stated with a strong voice

“Yes he’s pretty handsome don’t you think?” you asked Mark and in that moment Adrien realised you were too drunk to even comprehend what was going on

“Ohh y/n you didn’t told me you had a boyfriend” Mark smirked at you putting his hand on your thighs, right in front of Adrien’s look

“Yes she has a boyfriend and I wouldn’t touch her if I were you” Adri stated with a strong voice and a hard look, if he was jealous first, he was pissed now

“She doesn’t mind, right baby?” Mark said touching your thighs going up and up

“What?” you asked getting out of your trance. Yes you were too drunk even if you only had two drinks, but everyone knew you couldn’t handle alcohol.

“Get your fucking hands off of her now before I make you” Adrien shouted and a few people turned around. Adrien’s friend Dusan came to see what was going on and calm the situation down in case anything happened.

“Okay I won’t touch her, but man you need to take more care of her, poor baby was left alone all night don’t be surprised if she looks out for other man” Mark said and even if you were kinda drunk understood what he said

“You’re the one who approached me first jerk!” you shouted drunkly and Adrien couldn’t help but laugh a bit

“Because you looked like you needed a good fuck baby” Mark said to you and you felt sick, you thought he was actually a nice person and not dickhead

“Okay that’s enough. Don’t touch her, don’t talk to her, if I ever see you again next to her it won’t end up good for you!” Adrien shouted while you stood up and tried to get him out, with the help of Dusan.

You got him out of the club and he tried to calm down but he was so pissed at what that man did and said.

“Let’s go home y/n” Adrien said reaching for his car, you thanking Dusan for his help and following behind

“Adri…” you called him

“That man got you drunk! What a dick!”

“Adrien calm down please”

“I can’t! The way you were laughing at his jokes…I can’t get the imagine out of my head! The way he touched you!”

“Adri I’m sorry-wait! Are you jealous?” you asked him smirking

“Of course I am! That man couldn’t keep his hands off of you!”

“Yes I knew it!” you said laughing

“What?”

“That under that calm presence of yours you needed to be a little bit jealous”

“A little bit? Y/n my love that if homicide would be legal that man wouldn’t have lived another day” he said seriously but you couldn’t contain your laugh

“I love you Adri”

“Moi aussi mon amour” he said taking your hand and kissing it.

You fell asleep in the car while he was driving back home.

You were too tired you didn’t even heard him picking you up and letting you in the house. He gently removed all of your clothes and dressed you in one of his hoodies, he proceeded to remove all of your make up and then he put you in bed.

“Je t’aime mon amour” he said to you while he wrapped his arms around your body and put you closer. That’s how he fell asleep, with you in his embrace and his head on top of yours.