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side-shawty · 4 years

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What the Tech?

Fandom: DC

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: Damian Wayne with a quirky, tech-savvy girl.

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested? YES by Anon

This is an old old old request that I found in my drafts when I had a different fic account and I figured I’d share it with all of you. I was too shy to post things like this back then but now I’m more than happy to. (I couldn't find the og request so that's what it is lol)

-Duckie

Stupid Hackers.

Technically speaking it wasn’t exactly Damian’s fault that his katana had practically sliced Tim’s laptop in half. He should have never been working so close to the training area in the first place.

So now here he was, spending his free period in the library grumbling at his laptop as he attempted to break the codes that Tim had put on it as his way of revenge.

That was when you walked in. As per usual, you were spending your free period working on a new coding program in hopes of impressing the judges at the Wayne Tech contest next month. You always impressed the judges. However, it became harder and harder to work with Damian Wayne cursing under his breath and slamming on keys.

With a sigh you stood up, dark curls swishing in your face with the speed, and waltzed over to him.

You put a hand on the desk he was working at and leaned over the back of the computer, “What exactly did that laptop do to you?” You questioned looking curiously at your fellow senior.

“And what does it matter to you?” He asked without ever looking up at you.

“It matters because I can feel your frustration from the other side of the library, Damian Wayne.”

At the use of his full name the young heir finally looked up at you. This was your first time seeing him so close since the week-long project you did together freshman year. Since then it had been distance looks from the other side of the classroom and your stupid school girl crush came back ten-fold.

He was no longer the baby-faced 14-year-old and puberty had hit him like a truck. His face was all angles, blue eyes, and tan olive skin with a head of black hair that Y/N wanted to run her fingers through.

As Y/N cleared her throat and stood up straight again she failed to realize that Damian was having the same train of thought. He thought of how much she had filled out in all the right places and how she had gone from cute to dangerously sexy in the past few years—even in the school uniform. Her dark skin stood out against the pristine white of her button-down and her curls were a casually organized mess.

He cleared his throat, throwing a playboy smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair. “Y/N Y/L/N, just the person I need. You’re good with computers right?”

You rolled your eyes, “Well I’d hope so considering I am the head of the computer club. What do you need?”

“One of my many idiot brothers has decided to put a series of codes and viruses on my computer and on it, I have a paper that’s due at midnight. Mind lending a hand,” he asked with a voice that could have made you rob a bank if he so desired. Walt, was he flirting with you?

“I’m sure if you just apologize and ask nicely he’d remove everything,” Y/N told moving around the table and leaning over slightly to have a better took at the screen.

“You don’t know my brother,” Damian scoffed, “he’d make me grovel and I refuse to ever have to stoop to that humiliating level,” he said, nose in the air and crossed arms.

You sighed, “Well move over and let me see what the damage is,” you motioned him to switch over to the next chair whilst you took his seat and got straight to work.

As time ticked by the awkwardness that had settled in the silence was driving Y/N crazy so she stared to ask Damian questions while she worked and soon enough he began to ask too. The awkwardness was long forgotten by the time the bell interrupted Damian’s next question about animals.

“Well if you have a last period class I can finish up here. I have computer graphics but I’m excused for today,” Y/N told him.

“It’s fine,” Damian replied, too quickly before he cleared his throat and regained his composure, “I have history but Mrs. James is so old she’ll forget to take attendance again.”

“Okay, well in that case maybe we should take a little break,” you stood and stretched all of your limbs exposing just a bit more leg that the young man couldn’t help but stare at as you went back into a standing position and held your hand out to him. He took it almost instantly and felt a warm electricity in his hand and spread all through him. you gave him a warm smile before walking to the vending machines just outside of the library.

“Pick anything you want, this one’s on me,” you said with a wink and never let go of his hand as you fished a debit card from your breast pocket.

Damian got an energy bar and you got a pack of skittles, your hands were intertwined until you sat down again and Damian felt an immediate loss of warmth.

You were about to start working again when you froze, “Good lord Damian is your brother so kind of brainiac level hacker? He put like fifteen more locks on it while I left,” You gave a heavy sigh and leaned far back in your chair, silently counting to ten before pulling eyedrops from your bag, using them, throwing your curls into a messy bun and cracking your knuckles.

He sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples, “Maybe I should just rewrite the paper.”

You laughed and patted his shoulder reassuringly, “Don’t worry I can help.”

And with that, you stood to get your abandoned laptop from its place at the next table over just as the bell ending the final class of the day sounded.

You and Damian looked to each other in question.

“Do you, uh, wanna finish this back at my place?” Damian asked bashfully with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“No!” you answered too quickly, and it took everything for the Wayne heir not to flinch, “Um, I mean, we can just go to my house. I live closer and, uh, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” it was your turn to look sheepish as Damian smiled softly.

Not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable Damian said, “Okay, I’ll drive.”

And that’s how it started. Every day you and Damian would meet up during free period and then after last class (if either of you went) he’d drive you home. His excuse was because he insisted that the beginnings of October were much too cold to walk home in a skirt and tights.

You couldn’t argue and you didn’t really want to.

During the daily meet-ups, Damian couldn’t help but notice the little things about you, like how you never wore the uniform tie and seemed to have a different color or patterned one every day. How you loved to change up the style of your curly hair as much as you could.

One day after school you asked Damian if he could drive you to the hair solan instead of home and when he asked why you saw a glint of sadness in his eyes. Why would you want to change anything about those beautiful curls?

But when you told him you were going to get box braids he seemed much happier. He even stayed with you for all the hours it took to finish them. This was when Damian knew he was in too deep, going as far as checking on your house during patrol and never telling the others why he’d stopped coming home immediately after school (or earlier).

Damian was happier and he knew the reason was you. He was happy with knowing that fact, and he told himself being your friend was more than enough. He was wrong.

Damian usually got to the library first but he got caught up talking to Colin and Maps on his way and when he got there your attention was occupied by one of the football players. He was obviously flirting with you and Damian hated the feeling that this gave him. But some of the tension fell when he realized how desperate you seemed to get out of that situation.

So Damian sprung into action and approached the two of you. You caught his eye over the jock’s shoulder. A look of utmost relief on your face and Damian cooly slid in and put an arm around your shoulders.

“Everything alright here, Y/N,” Damian asked as you placed a warm hand on his back in gratitude.

“Fine, Wayne, I was just asking Y/N here about her plans after the game on Friday,” the jock, Brandon, said smiling at you and doing his best to ignore Damian altogether.

Damian’s back muscles tensed beneath the white button-down at his words, “I’m afraid she’ll be otherwise occupied,” Damian replied and after being friends with him since the beginning of the school year you could read him much better now. But this was something different, like a mix of anger, and annoyance and…jealousy?

But that was crazy. Right? Why would Damian be jealous, it made no sense. Unless...

“Well, that's too bad. I guess we’ll catch up some other time, yeah?” He asked and you only nodded with a tight smile on your lips before Brandon turned and left. But Damian never let go of your shoulders.

You looked up at him but his eyes were glued to the spot that Brandon once stood, glaring.

“Damian,” you said looking to get his attention.

And when he turned to you, all of the tension instantly left him and he found himself lost in your Y/E/C orbs, kind face showing nothing but concern for him. He took in all of your features, from the polka dot hair tie to the electric blue tie tucked beneath her sweater vest. He realized he’d been staring for too long, but couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” You asked and he smiled softly at you. A smile only you ever got to see.

“No it’s perfect,” he almost whispered.

Though the blush wasn’t prominent the heat worked its way into your cheeks anyway.

“Good. Now quick question.”

“Mmm?” he hummed.

“We’re you jealous?” You asked with raised eyebrows and his eyes widened in the slightest.

He sputtered just a bit and released his hold of your shoulders in favor of standing across from you.

Damian didn’t look at you as he asked, “Does it matter if I was?”

You stood shocked for a few seconds at his earnestness before replying in a teasing voice.

“Damian Wayne was jealous over little old me? Wow wait until the papers hear about this one,” you said and he finally turned to you at that.

“I might have a better story for them,” he told you, and his sudden mischievous aura sent a tingle down your back.

“And what would that be?” You asked.

“This,” he said before unexpectedly closing the distance between the two of you in a sweet kiss. He tasted like peppermint and you were quick to melt into him as he placed his hands on your waist.

When you finally pulled back he was smiling and you couldn’t help but do the same.

“Oh yeah, Vicky Vale would have a field day with that one.”

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x black!reader #tim drake #dc imagine #dc one shot #damian wayne x woc!reader

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jackywroteabook · 4 years

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6 Ways to Find Inspiration for Your Story

Inspiration… the fleeting rush of ideas that seem to only come late at night or right in the middle of important tasks. Some days, it seems that inspiration has packed up and left forever – but don’t fret! No matter how hopeless it may seem, there are always ways to get that inspiration flowing again! Here are some of my favorite ways to draw in ideas when writer’s block eats away at you:

1. Personal Experience

A little over a year ago, I joined our local community theatre. My life had never been boring by any means, but since joining the theatre, I’ve had so many incredible (and hilarious) experiences… not to mention meeting quite a few interesting characters. It was like no other place I’ve been. In a time when I was desperate for ideas, a wellspring of inspiration came rushing out of this place. Now, if I were to tell you half of the antics that have gone on behind the scenes of our shows, you would never believe me. My life has gone from fairly normal to feeling like I live in a sitcom 24/7. I’ve found that backstage fun is fuel for comedy – which is my strongpoint in writing.

Though the book I’m working on has nothing to do with theatre, the experiences I’ve found there have inspired so many scenes, characters, and plot twists. You never know when one experience could turn into your favorite idea!

2. People You Know

Don’t be afraid to write about someone close to you. Trust me, I know the awkward feeling of writing about a family member or friend, wondering what they’ll think if they find out you’ve put them into a story as a villain when they’re a hero in real life. Don’t let it stop you! If you ask any writer, they’ll tell you they do the same thing. They play matchmaker with their characters by making their best friend the love interest to the story’s heroine. Most non-writers will understand – and they’re often flattered to think you’d include them! (If you’re too worried, just ask the person. The worst they can say is no – then, you change their character just enough for them to not be suspicious and have fun with your new idea!)

One of my close friends has become one of these fun characters – we’ll call him “Liam,” which is the name for the character he’s inspired. I met Liam when I was the newest person to join a group and he was the first friend I made there. In all honesty, he’s unlike any other friend I’ve had.

Not only does he have a huge heart, but he has never lost his childlike quality. Despite seeing horrible things in his life that scar even the bravest of souls, that childlike innocence has never left him. However, he has triggers that terrify him – such as loud noises. We went out for coffee one afternoon and a wet floor sign collapsed with a loud “BANG!” that made him come out of his seat. It took four of us to calm him back down. You could see the terror in his eyes taking him back to that place of horror – but, once he was able to pull himself back, his playful energy returned. Many people don’t take him seriously because of his childlike qualities – like becoming fascinated with things most people take for granted – but he is one of the most intelligent people you’ll meet… and his fierce loyalty is a rare, wonderful trait.

Recently, I’ve had a “HELP WANTED” sign hanging from the door in my brain that leads to my writing. The main character in my novel is a spunky, outgoing, and odd girl who has been in desperate need of a best friend to help her through the events in her book – and cause a bit of fun trouble along the way. “Liam” was the perfect fit!

(I have yet to tell him about this character, because I’m planning to surprise him with it once I’ve written more of the manuscript. He’s been a huge encourager of my writing and I’m very excited to stick him in.)

3. The Internet!

When in doubt, look it up online! The internet isn’t always your enemy (though it’s quite a lovely procrastination tool). Whether you’re in need of a story idea, or just a prompt to get the words flowing, the internet can be your best friend! Many websites have millions of writing prompts right at your fingertips!

4. Don’t Forget Your Notebook!

Wherever you go, never forget to have some way of capturing an idea the minute it comes – whether you have a physical notebook or a writing app on your phone. You don’t want to come across your best inspiration yet and be caught without a way to write it down! (Though, in the unfortunate case that you don’t have anything to write with, borrow a pen from someone and find the nearest thing to write on. I’ve been known to use tissues, toilet paper, my arm, and just about anything else within reach!)

5. Go out in the world and look for things.

Looking for inspiration isn’t always as hard as it seems. As writers, we’re all guilty of staring at our screens, waiting for the perfect idea to pop into our heads. I do it more often than I’d care to admit. Inspiration doesn’t work that way.

I am the type of person who sits in a meeting and observes my colleagues – every mannerism; facial expression; even just the way they speak when proposing something versus the way they speak in normal conversation. I find the distinct nature of each person fascinating. It helps tremendously with character building!

Have writer’s block? Go out for coffee with a group of the quirkiest people you know and spend four hours letting their conversations inspire you instead of four hours smashing your head against your desk. If you don’t have a quirky group of friends, go out alone or with the person you’re closest to and eavesdrop on the most interesting group of people you can find. Listen to that elderly man in the back of the coffee shop, having a sultry and questionable conversation with his girlfriend over Skype. Watch how that quiet, teenage barista longs to talk to his female co-worker, but can’t bring himself to it. Pay attention to the Dad humming his favorite Disney songs, while his twelve-year-old daughter sits beside him, sipping hot chocolate and reading her favorite horror novel. You never know who or what could inspire your bestseller. Getting out there and experiencing all of the ideas this world has to offer is much more fun than sitting alone in frustration!

6. My final, most crucial piece of advice: Never give up!

It may seem like you’ll never find the right ideas for your novel… but don’t give up hope. Be persistent, keep searching, and I promise you will find your inspiration!

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7-wonders · 4 years

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As Above, So Below Ch. 23

Summary: Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

Word Count: 2512

A/N: Hi friends! I do believe that this is the last chapter for AASB. Believe me, I’m just as sad as you, but this feels like a natural conclusion. And don’t worry, there will be another “book,” but this is the end of this one. Thank you all so much for sticking with me on this journey, and for giving me so much love and support.

Soft touches on your face serve as your alarm clock this morning, your mind and body waking up to the feeling of featherlight kisses all over your skin. Fluttering your eyes open, you smile when you meet a pair of adoring blue eyes twinkling back at you. Neither of you have left Michael’s chambers for the past two days, and you have to admit that being lavished with affection by the love of your life is something that you quickly got used to. You could honestly spend an eternity in bed with Michael, which is why it’s so easy for the days to slip away. This small vacation, unfortunately, must end.

“Good morning, darling mine,” Michael mutters against your lips, making you sigh contentedly as you lazily stroke his hair.

“This is certainly better than a traditional wake-up call.”

“Then I guess I shall have to wake you up like this every day.”

“Is that a promise?” You squeal with laughter when Michael’s hand brushes up your side, accidentally tickling you.

“Absolutely.” His hand continues to trail up the length of your body, eventually landing under a pillow as he searches for something. “I have a gift for you.”

“Michael, you’ve already given me so much,” you groan, still not used to the exorbitant gifts he’s fond of giving you.

“I’d give you all the stars in the sky, if I could. Just let me spoil you, alright?” You want to at least attempt to argue this point, but Michael makes it nearly impossible when every single touch conveys his undying love for you.

“Fine. What is it?”

Sitting up in bed, you let the blankets fall to your lap as you watch Michael fiind what he’s looking for and conceal it in his hand. His fingers fall open, allowing you to see the ring that’s sitting in his palm. It’s beautiful, with diamonds encrusted along the rose gold band. The top of the ring looks almost like a flower, and a large opal sits at the center. Light glints off of the stone, making it look as if it’s reflecting rainbows at you.

“Oh, Michael,” you trail, in awe of how stunning the ring is.

“I know that wedding rings are custom for mortal unions, and I wanted you to have a piece of your heritage.” He looks at you as he holds the ring between his fingers, waiting for you to nod before he slips it on your ring finger. “Hephaestus crafted the band from hellfire, and all of the gems are from Above.”

“Both of us are represented,” you grin at the realization, tearing your eyes away from the jewelry adorning your finger to beam at Michael. “I love it so much.”

“Do you really? Because we can always redesign it, if need be.”

You stop him from continuing that thought by kissing him. “It’s perfect, and everything I could have ever wanted in a ring.”

“Nothing could be as perfect as you, but I am glad that you think it comes close.”

“I love you,” you kiss him gratefully, “despite your horrendous one-liners.”

Michael slaps a hand over his chest to feign offense. “‘Horrendous?’ I happen to think that they’re clever.”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” you tease, trailing off when Michael picks up your hand and begins to kiss the back of it before running a finger delicately around your new ring. “So...what now?”

“Elaborate for me, love.”

“When you proposed to me,”

“Which was mere days ago,” Michael interjects with a grin.

“You had mentioned that it wouldn’t be a traditional marriage or anything like that. So who decides we’re married? I’m assuming there’s no immortal justice of the peace or an Olympus records office we have to go to to fill out a marriage certificate.”

“That’s where the problem lies. Most other gods and goddesses have been married for thousands of years, or they just aren’t married at all. We’re quite the anomaly.”

You groan. “Why do we always have to be the first? Couldn’t somebody else have defeated Satan and gotten married before us?”

“I suppose all that really makes it official is Violet’s approval of our union, since she’s the goddess of marriage. However, I can’t help but feel that’s very anticlimactic, and not the sort of beginning to a marriage that you deserve.”

Although your knowledge of weddings isn’t very vast, it does allow you to come up with an idea that Michael just might approve of. “Do you know what eloping is?”

No matter how many times you’ve elaborated on the informality aspect of an elopement, Michael is endearingly (or annoyingly; you haven’t decided yet) persistent on the idea of following the traditions of mortal weddings. Thus, the garden that Michael created for you has been deemed the site for the ceremony. Madison, Zoe, and Thanatos are the only “guests” invited, although you did tell Desa that she was more than welcome to join the festivities. Violet will act as, for lack of a better word, the officiant for this affair. Michael had even tried to insist that the dress follow the white color scheme, which is ironic because he should know better than anyone that you’re not “pure” like the color symbolizes. You do settle for a cream-colored dress with a lace overlay that falls down to your ankles and forms to every curve and dip of your body.

You want nothing more than to get this over with so that you can just be married to Michael, but everyone’s extremely excited about the first wedding to be held in a few millennia. Where you would have thought your friends would back you up on Michael’s quirkiness when it comes to the ceremony that’s supposed to be impromptu, they’re more than happy to help Michael with fulfilling any of his ideas for the wedding. This includes the groom not seeing the bride prior to the marriage, which is the most difficult aspect of this whirlwind of a wedding.

“(Y/N), are you ready?” Madison asks, knocking on the door. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you do a quick check to make sure that everything is exactly how you want it to look.

“Yes, but I think the question is if Michael is ready?” Madison opens the door, gasping when she sees you. “Seriously, I thought the bride was supposed to be the difficult one, not the groom.”

“Oh, you look so beautiful,” Madison coos, her hands falling on your shoulders as she gazes at you. “You almost make me want to wear white.”

“The highest of compliments,” you note, grinning at her through the mirror.

“I know that I’ve known Michael a lot longer, but I swear that if he hurts you in the slightest way I will kill him multiple times, in a variety of equally painful ways, until you deem that he’s suffered enough.” It doesn’t sound like a nice thing in the slightest, but this is the closest to sentimental that Madison can get.

“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me!” You let out a delighted shriek when Madison throws her arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“I just--I really…”

“It’s okay,” you nod. “I know, and I love you too.”

“Thank you for not making me say it,” Madison mutters into your shoulder.

“You’ll get there eventually.” You pull away from Madison’s embrace, stifling a laugh as she tries to reassume her stone-cold bitch demeanor. “How’s Michael? He hasn’t run away yet or anything?”

“If anything, we’ve had to keep him from breaking his own rule and coming in to see you.”

“Well, I guess we shouldn’t keep him waiting too much longer, then.”

Madison takes your hand, making sure she didn’t mess up your outfit before walking with you towards the garden. “Wait ten seconds after I walk out, and then you can go.”

“Why ten?”

“So that all the attention is rightfully on you,” Madison smirks, opening the doors and walking through the garden like she’s walking a catwalk at Paris Fashion Week.

Counting in your head, you try to sneak a glance at Michael before the moment comes for you to officially see each other. While you can’t see him, you do notice the beautiful job that your guests did at decorating the garden. Twinkling lights are everywhere, and the sky has been charmed with a sunset that looks as if it’s been painted up there. The flowers are in full bloom, with some of the larger plants blooming in such abundance that they create an aisle. When ten seconds pass, you take a deep breath and step outside.

You were never the type of girl to imagine your wedding growing up. In nursery school, when your classmates were playing wedding and house, you were more focused on building mini empires with Legos. As you got older and social media was factored into life, friends would have wedding Pinterest boards full of images of their idea of a “perfect” wedding. It was trivial, you believed, just girls conjuring a fantasyland. Besides, most of their weddings would be marred with ugly memories of fighting or divorce, and these ideas would just serve as a letdown.

Walking down the path to where Madison, Zoe, Thanatos, and Violet are gathered around your soon-to-be husband, you can see the appeal in the picture-perfect wedding. After all, this surely must be the affair that people have in mind when they think about their potential wedding. Seeing Michael standing mere feet away from you, exquisitely dressed in black and red with one of his expensive cloaks, is sheer perfection. He smiles when he lays his eyes on you, and you can see the breath leave his body as he gasps. You bite your lip, the intensity of his gaze spreading heat throughout your entire body.

“Hi,” you say shyly, taking his large hands as you face him.

“You’re the most divine being I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on,” he whispers reverently, like you’re the god instead of him.

“Hey lovebirds,” Madison chimes in, “you can undress each other with your eyes after this union has been blessed.”

“I’m sure we’ll be doing a lot more than that later, but thank you Madison,” Michael smirks as your eyes widen.

“Violet?” Your voice comes out as little more than a squeak, so you clear your throat and try again. “Are you ready to start?”

Violet’s glowing as she smiles at you, obviously thriving off of the marital excitement that hangs in the air. “Well, I’m extremely honored to be the one to oversee this marriage between two souls who are very dear to my heart. Before I get to blessing this union, I understand that Michael has some words he wants to say to his bride?”

You look at Michael in surprise; as far as you were aware, this was supposed to be a quick event.

“I apologize for not telling you that I was planning this, but then you would have come up with a speech of your own, and this is supposed to be about you.” You scrunch up your nose, not wanting to ruin his moment by interjecting. “For the entirety of my existence, I have been led to believe that I wasn’t capable of loving, or of being loved. I’m the God of the Dead, and I see the very worst of humanity. If I serve as the ‘Grim Reaper,’ why should I have people who love me? It was an assumption that I fought against for a long time, but you eventually begin to believe what people constantly tell you over long periods of time.

“All I had ever known was death, anger, and darkness. But then I met you, and you immediately brought color to my world. That color may have been your colorful language as you cursed out the grocery bags you were carrying, but it was color nonetheless. From the very beginning, you’ve captivated me every time I had the pleasure of laying my eyes on you. You’re intoxicating, a drug that I’m addicted to and have no intention of quitting. Getting to know you and love you has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life, which has been very long.”

You attempt to release one of your hands from Michael’s grasp so you can wipe away the tears that you can feel flowing down your face, but Michael beats you to it and uses his thumb to get rid of the tears. “These are happy tears, I promise,” you say with a laugh upon seeing a concerned look on his face.

“Good.” He kisses the back of your hand before picking up where he left off. “I could go on about all of the different ways that I love you, and though we now have all the time in the world for me to do so, I won’t bore those who would become an unwilling audience. For now, I will say that you are not my other half, for there wasn’t just a piece of me missing without you. You are the entirety of my soul. I’m not sure how I managed to function before you, and I know for certain that I would not be able to live if I were to be without you. I absolutely adore you, (Y/N). I love you more than I ever dreamed it was possible to love another thing, and I am so utterly thrilled that you have chosen me to be yours.”

“I love you,” you say earnestly, surging forward to kiss him. When you’re stopped by a hand on your shoulder, you groan.

“Sorry, but you have to wait just a little bit longer before you can kiss your groom,” Violet says with a laugh.

“You people live to make me miserable,” you mutter.

“Well then, we better hurry this up, huh?” Violet’s eyes twinkle with mirth. “As the goddess of marriage, I, Hera, hereby bless the union between (Y/N) and my brother, Hades. May your marriage be full of love, laughter, and prosperity until the end of time.”

“Go ahead and kiss!” Zoe calls out, nearly bouncing on her toes in excitement.

Michael looks at you with a devious smirk, grabbing you before you can even begin to question what he’s scheming. He dips your body until you’re almost parallel to the ground, surging down to meet you with a searing kiss. Whoops and hollers sound from around you, but all you can focus on is the feeling of your husband pressed up against you.

“Wow,” you say breathlessly when he finally releases you, “that just might top every other kiss we’ve ever shared.”

Michael laughs heartily, the sound bringing pure joy to your heart, as he kisses you again, this time more chastely. “I love you.”

“I love you too, husband.”

Standing in the middle of your garden, newly married and basking in wedded bliss, the God of the Dead has never felt so alive.

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phonecallwithsatan · 4 years

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just look for my owl (one)

fred weasley x y/n series

a.n: Fred Weasley fic LOL. it’s been five years since i’ve made myself sit down and literally write fan fiction as a sixteen year old, but honestly i’d rather be doing this than anything else really. not painting myself as the “quirky type,” not at all, I literally just feel like writing an imaginary piece on a fictional character who will never love me. please keep in mind this is a they/them piece, and that y/n can be whoever you would like them to be:) !!This is a series!! enjoy<3

Our beloved Fred Weasley falls for Ilvermorny student [y/n] [l/n]. He’s determined to get to them, but the only way he can is through post sent through the two. The only thing left for the pair is to just look for an owl.

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“...merlin Fred. How are we going to pry these beards off. Hermione was right-” mutters George Weasley while attempting to pick at his newly grown beard in the bathroom mirror.

“Never say that. Granted, maybe the ageing potion was not our best idea, but now you finally grew a beard Georgie!” Says Fred Weasley while laughing and leaning against the porcelain sink.

His twin takes a palm and attempts to reach his face with it, but fails miserably as Fred ducks.

“That’s uncalled for. Don’t you remember our brainstorming session, Georgie? You said it was brilliant!”

George scoffs, beard moving with his mouth as he does.

“I said it was dim-witted, not brilliant.”

Fred takes a glance at his twin, furrowing brows as he does.

“What did that textbook say again?” Speaks up Fred. They had ended up brewing the potion all by themselves that morning.

Still looking at himself in the mirror, George responds tactfully, “It all depended how much you drank. Say Fred, it was about this much?” He shows his thumb and pointer finger to the size of their chosen vile.

The twins both snap their heads at each other, realizing what this means.

“That should be fine.” Fred says while nodding his head. “Just absolutely perfect.”

Right before Fred began to open his mouth to complain some more, he got a smack to the head by his twin, which is what began their second fighting session of the day.

☾ ues

Sixth year Advanced Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall was one of the last classes in Fred’s schedule.

He sits down and pulls out his textbook from his bag, only to be greeted with his fingertips, cover, pages, and spine of his book covered in black ink.

“Not now… come on.” Say’s Fred somewhat loudly. He knows a few Hufflepuffs and Slytherins here and there, but he didn't really know them know them. He was one of the four Sixth Years that took Advanced Transfiguration, all the rest being Seventh Years. He made eye contact with a chaser on the Hufflepuff team whom he had knocked off their broom in a game a few weeks back.

Looking away quickly due to prolonged staring, he analyzed his options: he could get his wand. He would get his wand. It’s the only option, he was a wizard after all.

He attempted a smudge-removing spell on his hand and book. It worked… to an extent. His hand was all clean, but his Guide To Advanced Transfiguration textbook was all marked up with his black ink.

As he saw the classroom filling up more and more, he decided to save himself of the embarrassment of going up to his professor and explaining what had happened. He wasn't one to get flustered either, no, he was fine with it, but today was definitely not going to be that day. With remnants of his ageing potion displayed in a few streaks of his red hair, and a patchy short beard slowly falling off even during class, Fred decided he would stay put and just try and skip over the pages.

“Why don’t we turn to page thirty-four of your textbooks to start off our class, hm?” Says Professor McGonagall as she stands up.

Fred’s deskmate arrives, a Hufflepuff girl who nearly never showed up, sets her items down.

“That’s Five points from Hufflepuff.” Snaps McGonagall. “At least you made it in, Miss McReady.” She rolls her eyes to the Professors comment.

“Oi,” speaks up Fred. She turns to look at him..He’d only really ever spoken to her twice. “D’ya think you could help me out?”

“Good one, Ginger. I’ve got nothing for you. Sorry.” She says with a heavy Irish accent Fred forgot about until now.

“Yeah.” He says nodding his head in solidarity.

“To be honest, I didn’t know we needed a textbook.” Says the Hufflepuff girl, now facing forward in her seat.

Fred snorts at her comment. He looks up for a shared reaction only to be greeted with something else. Fred forgot she was uncharacteristically sassy for a Hufflepuff.

“Was it that funny, Ginger?” Says the Hufflepuff.

“No Miss. It was not. I’m heavily congested, you see.” He lifts up his head to show his nose for added effect.

The Hufflepuff blinks a few times and rolls her eyes mid-turn in her seat.

There was nothing much for Fred to do except to try and listen to her teaching at this point. Professor McGonagall was alright, truly, but one of his favorite classes was Charms, one he had a few periods ago.

He daydreamed-a lot. After listening to a few minutes of the lesson, Fred caught on to what she was explaining, and luckily, it was more of a ‘sit and listen’ type of day in the Transfiguration classroom. He’d daydream about life after Hogwarts, often he would dream about fake scenarios where he’d create a fake argument with someone and win, sometimes a certain person would pop in his head even. Not anyone in specific, but rather just a figment of his imagination, his soulmate. A twin flame. Someone to lean on.

He turned to look at the Hufflepuff next to him. She snapped her head to glare at him.

“What?!” She whisper-screams with that same accent that was distinguishable even in quiet. Fred’s thoughts about her vanished as quickly as they came.

Definitely not her, he thought. Angelina Johnson? She was… there. Not her. He wanted something- new. Someone new, rather that. Fred had more important things than his love life though, one of them being the old man's beard that was currently plastered on his once clean shaven face.

He focused back into class as he heard silence for a moment, meaning the class was wrapping up as McGonagall was waving her arms for some odd reason while simultaneously writing on her chalkboard.

Continuing his thought about the beard, he reached the ink ridden hand to his face only to be met with a beardless chin. Finally, he thought to himself. He looked down at his pants to see the fallen facial hair on them and he quickly brushed it off before the Hufflepuff next to him could make a disgusted face at it.

His confidence that left for a few moments was back now that the beard was gone, and luckily the class period was dismissed a few minutes early.

As his classmates leave the class going one way, Fred takes the opposite route to McGonagall.

“Professor,” he starts mid-stride only to be interrupted by an owl coming in from a window in the back of the class towards McGonagall’s desk.

“One moment Mr. Weasley, this Owl is from family.” She seems concerned as she focuses on the brown Neognathae in front of her.

Fred is exceptionally talented at many things on a giant spectrum, one of them being reading upside down.

“America?” He says quietly, not realizing he said it outloud.

“Yes, Weasley. I have extended family in Massachusetts.” Says McGonagall, with tight lips while opening up her letter, looking up to glare at him for snooping.

Fred reads the sender's name, [Y/n].

“Is now a bad time professor? You seem a bit- busy, with that letter from” he spins the now opened envelope on the desk around towards him to read [Y/n]’s full name, “[Y/n y/l/n]. Who is that Professor?”

McGonagall slaps Fred’s hand away from the envelope while opening up the folded up items inside. A few polaroids fall out and Fred is intrigued with the ‘extended family’ story. “None of your concerns Weasley, but you’re doing good in my course, so i’ll tell you. This is my sister’s child.”

She continues to read the letter in front of Fred and he can’t help but notice the three polaroids spread out on her desk. Immediately forgetting why he came up to McGonagall in the first place, his brain just turns to mush. He could now put a face to the name.

He was so mesmerized by their beauty, a perfect face even from afar. It was a photo of a now implanted name in his brain, [Y/n], standing in blue and cranberry colored school robes, colors that belonged to the only school overseas he knew- Ilvermorny. They had long arms and slender legs that were easily distinguishable even under the robes, and full lips that extenuated the aforementioned beautiful face Fred fell for a few meters in front of him. Bloody hell, he thought, careful not to let it slip out.

The other photo was a photo of- merlin, [Y/n] standing in a quidditch uniform with a broom in hand. The before mentioned blue and cranberry, decorating their shoulders and chest gracefully, not too tight nor too loose. It fit perfectly on them, again, even from afar. Or was it a ‘quadpot’ uniform over there? He didn't know, but he knew that he needed either of those photos somehow. He did not care as much for the third photo, as it was just a photo of some cat.

“Mr. Weasley, what was it that you needed?” McGonagall asks, looking up from her received essay.

“I, uhm, my textbook.” Says Fred with a light pause in between his words. He lifts the book up and places it on her desk, right on top of the photo of [Y/n] in their quidditch (or quadpot) uniform.

“And how did this happen?” McGonagall questions while looking at the marked up book. She sighs and turns her back to Fred to grab a new textbook from the cupboard behind her. She begins rambling about how students get more and more disorganized every year, but Fred is busy with something else.

He needed to figure out how exactly he could snatch the photo away. He trapped the photos under it, now how would he get them over and out? He leaned forward to touch the book, but McGonagall beat him to it.

“... and that is why organization is key to doing good on your O.W.L.s, Weasley.” Scolds McGonagall, turning around to look at Fred. She lifts the textbook to see the name and thank Merlin, Fred thought, when his professor didn’t notice the photos of [Y/n] trapped under the stained book.

She turns back around, now ranting about the line of Weasley’s she has gone through over the years, the common “how many more of you are there,” escaping her lips.

“There are four more of us, Professor. You’re almost done.” He says, his spontaneity hitting as he spoke.

Fred uses this moment and acts fast, lifting the textbook ever so slightly to grab the polaroid under his stained book. While he was swiping it, he was able to momentarily see that the polaroid was clean and without any smudges of black ink ruining [Y/n]’s face. He snatches it flawlessly and puts it in his pants pocket instead of his bag to avoid remnants of ink.

McGonagall turns back around without a suspicion and hands Fred a new book.

“Do not repeat this, Weasley. Now shoo, my niece/nephew is explaining something about- actually, I do suppose I don't know. Say Weasley, you're up to terms with what sixteen year olds do, correct?”

McGonagall puts her parchment down and smooths it in front of Fred.

First thing he notices is the perfect script handwriting on the parchment. Smooth, light cursive loops here and there, black ink, proper punctuation and grammar, and flawless lines. He runs a finger through one of them, mostly as a way to get closer to [Y/n] somehow, but he used this camouflage as a way to show McGonagall that he is reading carefully. And that, he was.

1994 terms for American slang was not something Fred was familiar with. He looked around for a “wicked,” in their writing, but there was nothing.

They mentioned how their last game, instead of match he thought, was “the bomb,” and how their Charms professor needed to take a “chill pill.” Having no clue what these words meant, Fred just re-read the letter that was definitely not meant for his eyes.

“... I dunno Aunty, she’s not doing well. Mum isn't getting any better and I can’t keep up with staying at school and visiting home every weekend. I don’t know what to do at this point, but she’s all I have left.”

Fred stops for a minute and decides to give it a rest. This isn’t for him. Although he is extremely interested in them, the invasion of personal space is too much for him. Reading Aunty instead of Professor McGonagall was one of the highlights of his day, but he wanted to get to know [Y/n] in his own terms.

“I’m sorry Professor, but I don’t.” Internally cringing at his denial, Fred awaits a response.

“Alright, Weasley. Now get out, please. No more ink staining,” she says while mentioning the book in front of her, “and no more poking around in my personal life.” She takes the parchment in her hands and folds it up.

Fred puts a hand in his pocket and reassures his Transfiguration teacher that “everything will be fine,” while also feeling the polaroid in his pocket. He smiles in the middle of his sentence which receives a strange glance from the grey-haired professor.

His professor moves around her items and picks up the polaroids that are left. “Where did the other one go…” Trailing off mid-sentence, Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses and lifted a few items on her desk looking for the third polaroid from her niece/nephew.

“I’ll just go, yeah, thanks for the book, Professor.” Rambles Fred, awkwardly lifting a hand and hitting a table behind him. He turns quickly and walks out of the classroom with his hand back in his pocket, lightly bending the polaroid with his hand. Now a few strides away from the entrance of the classroom, he checks around for people and takes the photo of [Y/n] out of his trouser pocket.

He sighs. A blurry photograph even up close.

Now with a better look, the photo was taken with a background of a stone castle, most likely Ilvermorny he thought, and front and center being [Y/n]. He smirked at the photo where [Y/n] smiled, revealing a light dimple on their left cheek. Their eyebrows framing their face perfectly, and those lips again, Fred thought, still full even with a smile plastered on [Y/n]’s face. They were absolutely perfect to him- incomparable to anyone else he had ever laid eyes on. The cranberry and blue colored uniform complimented their skin so well, he thought, wishing it wasn’t just a 15cm x 12cm polaroid square.

He had wished they were in front of him, so he could trace his finger along their jawline, or their lips, the ones he wanted to look at and kiss eternally. Damn this blur, Fred thought.

He noticed their hands, how one gripped the broom next to them, and how the other was propped against their hip, pulling on the fabric of the uniform every so slightly, giving Fred an idea as to what their personality might be, and as to what their body looked like too.

He wondered if they were funny, if they would like his red hair, if they would fall for the other brother, no thought Fred- he was definitely the better looking one. What would happen if he brought [Y/n] to the Burrow, what would make them laugh, and what their hand would feel like in his while walking the halls side by side.

Fred realized that he must have spent at least half an hour leaning against the stone wall that held him there for as long as he needed it. He took one last look at [Y/n]’s photograph and safely put it back into his trouser pocket. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled discreetly before lifting his head up to see that the sun had begun to set, leaving behind a lovely sunset visible through the glass pane window in front of Fred.

Sighing contentedly, Fred continues down the hallway that was lit up with a golden shade from the sunset. The thought of his new found [Y/n] appeared in his mind as he watched his shadow move along with him, wishing their shadow appeared next to his as he walked down the long hall. But even then, it would disappear as the sun set. He was able to keep [Y/n] in his mind though, even as the sun set with that imaginary shadow. He knew this was something worth pursuing, something that would lead that shadow next to his. Something that would lead him to them. They would find their way to him, he just knew it.

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boogiewrites · 4 years

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Mae Flowers Ch. 8

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Mae LeBlanc (OFC)

Summary: A modern, magical Alfie Solomons AU. Alfie takes Mae out to celebrate a milestone in her magical work. It turns into an evening of deep conversation and bonding, learning about one another.

Warnings/Tags: Language.Magic/Supernatural.FLUFF. Bonding. Talk of being soul mates. Support/Love. Talk of confidence issues and mild bad memories.

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“Go throw something on that makes you feel like celebratin’ and we’ll go out ‘n do just that.”

It was a simple enough request. But one Mae was having a hard time with. She watched the grass and soul gather in the antique tub's drain, washing the sweat from the sun off her warm brown skin. Wiggling her yellow-painted toes, she took a few deep breaths to ease the sense of anxiety building and give the many potted and ivy plants in the bathroom a good dose of co2.

She stood before her full-length mirror in her room whose colors all deep jewel tones made her feel at peace. A mix of malachite, amethyst, and a pop of color with citrine soothed her as she adjusted her dress. Mae wasn’t the “going out” type. Like most, she had a dress that had been dormant in her closet for ages. The one that you bought on a whim when you had some manic episode where you swore you’d start going out and dating and having fun like everyone said you should. But it just sat in the back of your closet. A reminder of money wasted and goals not met.

She frowned, her dark curls against her shoulders only covered by the thin straps of the bold red dress. Her hands moved across her body, a pudge to her stomach, her hips wide from her pear shape and her breasts barely enough to fill out the cups of the dress. It reminded her of the “hot girl” dresses in 90s movies from when she was younger. Cinched in a baby doll cut and the rest hugging her body in a way she was unfamiliar with showing off. Her denim cut-offs and a tank or shop t-shirt were her go to outfits. She never purposely dressed up to seem more attractive, it was function over fashion for her at this point in her life. The last time she’d gotten “dressed up” had been when Ruth and Nancy set her up with a “nice boy” from their church. What a bust that had been.

She let herself take a deep breath to gather what confidence she could and it only deflated into a sigh. She let her head fall back and made silent protests with clawed hands and an angry face before stomping and glaring at her reflection. Why couldn’t she just feel...good? She was a so-called powerful witch but all she saw looking back at her was an unsure girl. Not the confident woman she wished she was. Her chest aches a bit, a pit in her stomach as sadness came and went, flashes of failed attempts at dates and moments others killed her hard work at feeling confident in one single comment.

“Okay…” she exhaled forcefully. “This is as good as it’s going to get.” She flops her hands to her hips and decides maybe a cardigan would be an acceptable addition to the outfit. She could cover up a bit, but it wouldn’t look like she was trying to hide. Yeah. That’d work. She found comfort in the extra layer, adjusting it over her cleavage as she exited her bedroom.

Alfie stood relaxed and confident as always. He looked up to her, hazy blue eyes under a heavy brow of ginger tinged hair. He blinks slowly and watches her unsure movements. He could very literally see the dark haze of uncertainty around her but only a blind man couldn’t see how shy she felt.

“Why’ve ya got a sweater on? It’s blazin' out.” Alfie asks with a furrowed brow as he sees her usually sunny disposition missing.

“If you think it’s hot now I have some bad news about the summers in the south.” she answers back, a clear deflection.

“I know it’s hot enough to melt ya bollocks to your leg down ‘ere but that’s not what I asked now was it?”

Her face falls into a defensive expression. “It’s part of the outfit.” she says and averts her eyes from his.

“Mae. Now, what would be the point in lying to me? When I don’t even have to get into that noggin of yours to read it.”

“None I guess.”

“So why are ya?”

“Because I don’t wanna get into it,” she states with an attitude-filled head shake. “I’m just trying to...get through this night out you wanted to do.”

“Nope.” he says with a clap of his hands and moves her over to the couch. He squats in front of her and stares her down. “We don’t lie to each other Mae. Not only is it pointless it serves no purpose for growth. And that’s why we’re together. So I’ll ask again.”

“Just read my mind if you wanna know so bad. Since you can just poof everything into existence without trying.” she snaps back.

“You’re acting like a teenager, Mae. You’re a grown woman.”

She glares at him because he’s right. “I’m wearing it because I want to hide. Is that what you want to hear?” she blurts out.

“The truth yes but I never want you to feel poorly.” he pats her knee. “Why?”

She huffs out, feeling her face be red with embarrassment and hurt and anger. “Because I don’t… I’ve never worn this and it’s tight and I’m not… I don’t wear things like this because it’s something hot girls wear and I’m not that.”

“No, you are not.”

His eyes blink and go wide at his response.

“You are a beautiful woman. Not some slaggy young thing. You are of substance. Of...principal and power.” He sees the tears prickle up in her eyes from her rush of emotions. “You also look lovely in that dress. Red suits you. It’s a shame a woman like you would lack confidence when you owe the world nothing. You gracing these mortals with your visage is a gift they do not deserve.”

“You’re just being full of shit now Alfie.” she groans.

“No. No Mae darling I am not. I said no lies did I not? I stand by that.” he raises her chin with his calloused index finger. “I understand that your big big soul is feeling lots of things in this little human body of yours. I know you’ve been hiding it from me and I commend you for trying to handle it all on your own. But the purpose of us existing my love is to NOT have to deal with these burdens alone. Now tell Alfie what is wrong so he may mend it.” he leans in to kiss her forehead and hug her. It was too much for her little heart to handle. “Let it out little one.” he shushes as she sniffles and pretends she doesn’t want to sob and wail.

“I just feel so… boring. So not confident and I don’t like what I see when I look in the mirror. Nothing is where I want it. I don’t look how I should. I don’t-” she hiccups and he wipes away her tears.

“Says who? Who told you you had to look any certain way? Some old rich white man behind a desk who doesn’t give a shit about you and only wants your sorrow to make more money off of things you don’t need based on self-hate? Who do these negative emotions serve eh? Not you. And you are all you have to be concerned with. You are as you are. As you are is how you should be. There is no “supposed to” in reality, Mae love. There is only a culture that hates women. And you are so very fuckin' far above their standards and expectations I cannot even begin to tell you. You are otherworldly. A soul full of sunshine and vulnerability. Things most humans hide from. You are growing and with that comes those damned waves of emotions. This is why we do the shadow work, yeah? We accept all parts of us, and release what no longer serves us? I’m not just talkin’ out me arse love. I promise.”

“You...really?�� she sniffles.

“Not to force any standards of beauty upon you my darling little sunspot but you are the most beautiful soul I have ever encountered and will ever encounter. To me you are perfection and I hope one day to make you see that as well.”

She begins to cry again and he takes her back into his arms. “You’re so nice to me-ee-e.” she stutters.

“Only honest pet. You created life with your thoughts today Mae bug!” he squeezes her upper arms. “You are so powerful. And you’ve barely scratched the surface. Now let's dry those tears, right? Let’s take off this shroud of negativity you call a jumper.” he chuckles and takes it off her and then pats her cheeks with it.

“It’s a sweater you cockney bastard.” she lets out a giggle that he answers with an amused snort.

“There she is.” he bops her on the nose. “A smart mouth and cheeky disposition was something I always did favor in a woman.” he muses and helps her up from the couch. “And you are a clever little thing. Far too smart to feel so low about yourself.”

“Thank you.” she says quietly.

“Now chin up pumpkin. We are going to go out and have a wonderful time, yeah? Celebrate your progress and the simple fact it is a beautiful evening and we just so happen to exist at the same time. That’s enough cause for a drink and a good meal.”

“You’re… very good with words.” she says as he fusses with her curls and wipes away any running mascara from her eyes.

“Thank you. Ol’ cockney bastard like me has to have something going for him, eh?” he grins.

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Mae sat back and enjoyed the breeze in Alfie's antique car that resembled more of a boat to her. It was long, a bit excessive but it did suit him. Something quirky for a man that looked like some sort of mystical cult leader in dress and charm. He could feel the calm around them now. The late evening air humid but the breeze made it tolerable. With her head laid back in a nest of curls and her eyes closed the golden light of the sunset highlighted the round highs of her face. A round heart-shaped face with doll eyes and high cheek bones and a button nose sat in the middle of all the delicate softness. He smiles softly, glancing over and seeing her take in the day's last touch of sunlight as it sets.

“You seem to be doing better.” he speaks softly and pats her knee to break her from her half-hearted moment of meditation.

“I am.” She answers softly.

“You seem like the type to enjoy solitude and silence more than the company of others.”

“Yeah. When I was young I wanted to have ‘my’ people so bad. My own little group. But then I got used to being alone. Now I prefer it.”

“When other's lower vibrations drain your energy it’s hard to want to be around that. We can work on shielding. But tonight is about a good time. What is a good time for you Mae? What is that moment you just sit and relish in and appreciate?”

She tilts her head in thought. Blinking slowly she tries to find her happy place. “In the morning on Sundays. I’ve slept well and have the day off. I’ve got my favorite mug and I’m in my little spot in the sunroom. It’s raining and Percy is asleep on the bench. My music is playing in the kitchen. Outside is quiet and all you hear is the rain. You can forget you live around people on those mornings. Everything foggy and dewy and the sheets of rain run off the glass ceiling.” She lets out a content exhale. “That’s my favorite time.”

“Lovely innit. Life’s simple pleasures.” He mused and scratches his chin. “I believe I can work with that.” He nods. “I know a little hidden beer garden I believe you might enjoy. We'll go there.”

“A beer garden?”

“Yeah.” He says obviously and confused by the questioning inflection in her voice.

“What’s that?”

He turns and blinks rapidly at her for a moment before looking to the road. “You dont-?” His brows furrowed in question. “You don’t know what a beer garden is?”

“Would I be askin' if I did?”

He lets out a small snort of amusement. “‘Spose not. A pub-a bar outdoors. This one's in the old part of the city.”

“I don’t go there much because of the tourists.”

“No tourists where we’re going. Not exactly Bourbon street.”

“So an outside bar? Do they call those beer gardens? Weird.”

“Well, I think you not having tea in every restaurant is weird.”

“We got sweet tea.” She grins.

“We are not having this argument again Mae. That abomination is NOT tea. It’s sugar water in a cowboy hat.”

She lets out a giggle that warms him, recalling an almost argument on sweet tea and good British char one night before bed. Mae didn’t see what the big deal was. But she was promptly informed by Alfie it’s because she was a bloody yank so she never would.

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The place he took her was off the beaten path. A small old white building with a courtyard in the middle with small iron tables and canopies. It was quiet and rustic and full of plants along the walls and in decorative planters. It felt green and wet and lush and alive and she felt oddly at home. A gentlemanly pulling out of her chair before he sat, his crystal pendants glinted in the sun around his neck. They lay at the edge of his vest, a dark and worn fabric over his usual worn in white button ups.

“Order whatever you like darlin' this is a treat for you.”

“I’m gonna order sweet tea.”

“Cheeky bugger.” he smirks and keeps his eyes on the menu.

“I’m not sure.” She says quietly.

“When I say order what you like I do mean you could order the whole fuckin' thing.”

She blinks and thinks a moment. “What if I actually did?” Her big curious eyes have a smile to them as she looks his way.

“I wouldn’t have to worry bout cookin' dinner for a tick then would I?” He answers with a playful nod her way. “I think I’ll go with seafood.” He says after a long pause. “No point in wastin' bein so close to the water eh? Perhaps calamari to start. Fried, of course, because you lot can’t just leave things be.”

“Never had that.”

“Hmmph. Guess you will be tonight.” He affirms with a nod.

“We could get the variety appetizer. I haven’t tried escargot either.”

“A day of firsts calls for a night of the same.” He declares confidently to her. “We are here for you Mae. Indulge.”

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They sit among multiple plates and drinks, the frosted glass of the table growing cool as the sun sets and the garden lights and music turned on. A little candle was lit on the table for “ambiance” the waitress said with a wink. Mae tried to hide a blush but ALfie felt the ruffle of energy come from her and hid an amused smirk.

“Can I have some of your-?”

“Yes, of course, scoot ya bum over here.” Alfie chuckles and pulls her chair next to him. With their arms pushed together she lets out a small but audible content sigh. She continues to pick at his appetizers and he at hers. A vibrating calm between them as they touch.

“Nice innit?”

“It’s really good.” Her answer is muffled by the food in her mouth.

“The food is yes but not what I meant.”

“Wat.” She says with stuffed cheeks and wide questioning eyes.

“This.” He holds his hand out palm up on the table.

She looks at it and blinks.

In his head, he hears. “What the fuck?” And he laughs.

“Put your hand over mine Mae bug.” He chuckles as he holds her hand a few inches above his own. She holds in and swallows, she gives a small shiver in response. He touches his fingertips to hers.

“It tickles.” She giggles and slaps his hand.

“Not into tickling?”

She shrugs. “Not really? Not really had it done before.”

“How’s bout this?” He asks with a nod of his head, lacing their fingers together and resting

“Mmm.” She hums and smiles at him. “That you or the alcohol?”

“Can’t take credit completely. Can’t feel it myself without you.” He says it matter of factly but he feels the sentimental response like warm honey through his veins.

She studies his face a moment and then their hands, taking her time and connecting and disconnecting, tips then palms, moving to put as much skin to skin as she can. With their arms and shoulders pushed against one another, she speaks softly in realization, “It's when we touch.”

He makes a grunt of agreement. “What’s it feel like for you?” His curiosity gets the better of him.

“It’s...good.” She says after a pause.

“You can be more descriptive than that.” He scolds playfully.

“Than what’s it like for you?” She sass's back and takes a drink with her free hand.

“There was a place...long long ago I lived alone. Which is what I preferred. I got away from my old life, a pipe dream to be sure. But it was the happiest I had been before...this life. Feels like that relief. But without the loneliness.” He looks at her and she once again has tears in her eyes. “Oh come now love do your eyes ever dry?” He laughs and dabs at her cheeks.

“That’s better than I could ever put it.” She says and smiles. A sniffle and she squeezes back. “It’s our souls right? They missed each other this much? It’s like I feel warm down into my bones.”

“We missed you more than even my silver tongue can express.”

She lets out a heavy sigh. “I must’ve missed you too. Because this feels…” she smiles sweetly and puts her head on his shoulder, only feeling more contentment. “Feels right.”

“Like morning sunshine. Warm and dare, I admit, happy.”

“Probably Like a good hug or like when Ruth makes me a pie when I’m sad.”

“I do suppose that would be rather good.”

“The best.” She smiles as she rests her cheek on him. “Man… people are missing out. This is like drugs.” She softly laughs.

“Why did you say it's probably like a good hug? Odd way to put it.”

“Well… people say hugs from people you love or miss are the best.” She pauses. “But I don’t know that I’ve ever had one of those.” She admits.

“I admit I don’t know how you aren’t beloved by everyone. A sunspot like yourself should know of everything good and pleasurable in life. You deserve only the best Mae. And if I can help it I’ll help you feel the love you’ve deserved. Show you how to open up. You are a white witch after all, you radiate love.”

“Guess it’s all going out and not stayin' in” she mumbles and gives him a half-smile. It was a rather good observation.

“So many things you haven’t done yet” Alfie muses as he feels her inexperience in her thoughts.

“I can… feel you up in there.” She pulls away and shakes her head, curls bouncing. She shivers. “That’s so strange I can… feel you in there now.”

“You’re learning how to.”

“It kinda… feels like you’re scratching an itch in my brain.”

“Because I mean no harm, only help.”

“Does it hurt if a bad person is trying to get in my head?”

“For a sensitive little bean like yourself, I would assume so. It’s all about intention. As I’ve said. I see loneliness and fear of missing out and I want to alleviate it. So with good intention brings good feeling.”

“What are you seeing?”

“I don’t want to upset you, darling.”

“It’s my head it won’t upset me.” she snorts.

“I see you alone at a school dance. On the bleachers. Watching everyone else dance together.”

“Yeah. That is a bit upsetting.” She shrugs. “But a long time ago.”

“It was...the first time you felt a real romantic rejection and alienation.” He squints his eyes as he saw a small underdeveloped Mae in an out of style hand me down dress hiding tears as a boy she thought might’ve liked her looked at her and laughed with his date that was the opposite of what she looked like.

“Yeah… it got easier after that.”

“Shutting out everyone else isn’t easier Mae it’s self-sabotage.”

“Well.” She says thoughtfully. “It made it hurt less.”

He looks down at her with understanding. She was so full of life and emotion and she was robbing herself from fear and it made him sad for a moment to see her potential being stunted due to the hateful actions of others. “I’m here to show you how to master your emotions to unlock your potential, love.”

“That sounds...exhausting.” She looks down at his hand and rubs its embrace with her thumb.

“Nah. We can start small.” He insists with a look around. “Let’s start by checkin' something off your list.” He implores as he begins to rise.

“Like what?”

“I’m going to give you that dance.” He states obviously

“I don’t...I’m not a dancer.”

“Neither am I?” He laughs. “It’s about the experience. With it grows your confidence. It’s simple, I’ll show you.”

“I know HOW I just…” she glances around. “I don’t wanna in front of people.” She whispers

“I can fix that. Make it so no one notices us.”

“You can do that?”

“I can do most things you could ever imagine.” She looks around the small courtyard and weighs her options. He stood with a steady hand outreached .”I could even SHOUT ABOUT HOW ICED TEA IS SHIT...and no one can hear.” He grins.

Her eyes go wide but see's no one even glances their way as she rises to her feet. “Are we invisible?”

“No, just an illusion of the mind.”

“Can I be invisible?” She asks as he pulls her to the open center of the patio space.

“I can show you how to be very elusive. Although I don’t know why you would want to be.”

“Because I’m shy. Crippled with anxiety. Full of trauma. Where do you want to start?” She answers honestly but with a chuckle.

“We’ll start with this.” He pulls her close and minds his hands to keep it PG. She was skittish enough without adding physical affection to the mix.

She slowly gives in to his affectionate embrace. A simple back and forth and distanced as she’d wanted in her memory. He can feel the remnants of hurt the memory left around her, her yellow energy turning blue. “I know it means nothing when a man says these sorts of things, and only time will prove it to be true but you don’t have to worry about me rejecting your true self Mae. You do know that?” She looks up at him, knowing she must’ve been very bad at hiding her fear. “As cliche as it is we were made for each other and I have no intentions of abandoning this partnership.” He pauses and she lets out a heavy sigh. “I know love it seems like everyone has left you that’s said that. But I won’t yeah?” He gives her cheek a gentle playful stroke.

“Thank you. For trying to help me.” She says softly, feeling a warmth that wasn’t from the summer evenings still wet heat. “For being nice while I’m… still all...fucky.” She grins and lets out a soft laugh. “I know I’m grown but I feel like such a child sometimes. I’m kinda glad you can read my mind because with feel like I don’t even know what’s going on in there sometimes.”

“You’re going through a...magical puberty Mae and you’re doing wonderfully. I only celebrate things worth it and today-and your work was. Excess innit? Folks like us aren’t meant to be about it. It’ll go to our heads.”

“Good thing I don’t have to worry about that.”

“Your powers are just beginning and you’ll grow as they do. You’ll come to understand yourself and the things you’ve been through as lessons. You have so much power within you little one you’ll be astounded one day looking back at your life before. We have so much to gain, and it’s worth these emotional outbursts your human self insists on having.”

“You make everything sound so fancy and purposeful.”

“It’s just the age and accent dear.” he grins.

“You’re very wise.” She insists with big soft eyes. “I’m glad you’re my person. I need someone to keep things straight like you do.” She leans in and hugs him but doesn’t pull away.

He smiles down at her, a flutter in his stomach for this small gentle creature being accepting of him despite the dark monstrosity he had fancied himself for so long. “You’re too kind Mae.” He places a kiss on her bouncy head of curls and settles into a comfortable embrace.

She sighs and surprisingly to him cozies up to his chest. “I like these Feel Good drugs” she grins as he holds his hand to her bareback with her head on his chest. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Course. Always will be.” they both feel it warm and encompassing them both. A moment of being on the same page and the barriers between them thin.

———

They stuffed themselves on seafood and local beef and ease was between them now that hadn’t existed before. A bit of honesty went a long way with Mae. Her nature was very trusting in general and optimistic, so Alfie's reassurance left her feeling much more relaxed than she had in a long while. Alford was practiced at restraint as Mae was not. So he could not only feel but see in her eyes as they parted for the night to go to their rooms that she didn’t want to separate. He found it very endearing of her to want him around. He would as always have her make her own choices in her own time. Make her ask for the things she wanted. So instead of making the giant step of sleeping in the same bed, platonically, mind you, he simply whispered a soft intention as she snuggled into her own bed and yearning for that comfort he gave her now.

“Sleep well little one and may the morning find you as sunny as it.”

She hears him in her head and sighs, a happy one this time.

“Goodnight Alfie.” She murmurs, trying to send the thought his way and not knowing if she succeeded. But she had.

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Mιɳԃ Gαɱҽʂ | 01

Summary: With a murderer prowling the streets, and a charming villain on the loose, all bets are off.

Pairing: Jaehhyun X Reader; Hero x Villain AU

Word Count: 4.9K

Warning(s): None yet.

“Run the tape again.”

The screen flickers dimly, lighting up your gaunt features. Every part of you screams of exhaustion, as it should – you’ve hardly gotten any sleep all night. Your fingers tap against the desk in front of you, restless, and it takes everything in you not to bounce your leg.

The man beside you – your partner – looks at your tense jaw, pursed lips, and frowns. “You can take a break for tonight, you know. I doubt they’ll come back so soon.”

“But you don’t know that.” You correct harshly, making him recoil. Guilt stabs at you, and you sigh. “Sorry, I… I’m sorry Mark, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

Mark smiles at you, and you only now notice the pallor of his cheeks, the shadows under his eyes. Your partner hasn’t gotten anymore sleep than you have. With a large, cracking yawn that could probably split a lesser man’s face open, you shake your head.

The protest – or lack, thereof – building on Mark’s lips immediately dies, and he exhales heavily.

“This guy is unreal.” He comments, dropping back into his seat beside you. “How does he avoid the cameras so well? They were even set up so no one would be able to dodge them – is this his Gift, do you think?”

You cast a wry glance at him, then. “No, Mark, we both know for a fact that his Gift isn’t invisibility. Remember the one time he made some sort of illusion to throw the cops off his trail?”

“Ah, right.” Something like awe passes quickly over his face, though he’s careful to school his expression at your chiding glance. “I forgot.”

“Funny, you were gushing about how wicked Joker was for weeks.” You nudge him lightly, a tiny grin on your lips – probably for the first time tonight. “It was cute.”

His cheeks immediately flush – adorable – and you wish there were better lighting so you could see them better.

Unfortunately, being a superpowered vigilante can really cast a wrench in your budget. Not everyone can be a millionaire-cum-superhero, no matter how much they’d love to be. And balancing the criminal nightlife with your actual life… well. University has always been particularly unforgiving.

“______…” He grouses, burying his face in his palms as you laugh. “Why’re you always so mean to me?”

“You just make it really easy.”

“ ______!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

Mark huffs out a breath, pushing away from the desk and standing up to flick on the light. “I’m not even gonna bother. I know you aren’t going to drop it!”

“You’re – oh my fucking god, turn the lights back off!” The measly light you do have is still blinding, making your head almost ache from how bright they are. “Mark!”

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” He laughs, dodging one of your well-timed swipes. “Alright, I’m going to jet before you actually manage to hit me again. Please try and get some rest? We’ll go over this again tomorrow.”

He looks at you imploringly.

You laugh fakely. “Oh, yeah, of course!”

Mark sighs, resigned, and gives you a waning smile as he moves to leave. He pauses, briefly. “We should really find a new HQ.”

You look around at your converted closet, thinking he’s not wrong. But, again, life isn’t quite like the movies and you don’t really have the money to spare on much beyond your daily necessities. Frozen food isn’t quite as cheap as it used to be around these parts. If anything, you’re lucky you have a walk-in closet large enough to accommodate a small desk, especially in your dorm.

Going to an expensive college in a rich part of town does have some benefits even if, tuition aside, you’re financially on your own.

“We’ll see,” you mumble tiredly, head thumping softly against said desk. “You know how tight our budget is.”

“Yeah, I do.” Mark looks apologetic, giving you a quick wave before he’s stepping out, likely heading back to his own room.

Now that he’s gone, though, your place is entirely too quiet, and it really puts you on edge. At least Mark turned the light on, earlier – you might as well credit him for that – so it’s not as creepy as it could be. But still.

You turn back to the monitor, mouth pursing into a frown as you watch the slight flicker of shadows – the criminal’s only trail. Something about this guy doesn’t seem all that right, and it’s seriously making you paranoid. You’ve never interacted with him, though – that, as it seems, only really happens to the licensed superheroes in your sector – but there’s just something about him…

You turn off the monitor with a sigh, wondering why on earth you’ve stupidly chosen to deal with this guy, of all people. You ignore the little niggling in the back of your mind that tells you that you’re really just trying to put off real-life responsibilities by taking unnecessary tasks upon yourself; that’s totally not true, no. What – why would anyone think that?!

You duck your head out of your closet, tentatively stepping out into your actual room. There isn’t much in there; just your bed, a cabinet for your papers and files, and a dresser in which your clothes actually go. Most of the place is just free space, honestly, and you could have your whole hero setup here, but… secrecy is important. And your closet is a lot more private than your room itself, for obvious reasons.

“ ______ !!” The door slams open, and your enraged best friend storms inside.

Case in point.

“Hey, F/N…” You say awkwardly, leaning against your bed so you can look at her fuming face. “Um. Fancy seeing you here?”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” She pinches the bridge of her nose, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. “It’s almost midnight!”

“Why aren’t you asleep?” You counter, eyes catching onto her mussed hair, puffy eyes. “I was so quiet; how could I possibly have—?”

“Mark.” She says simply, to which you inwardly groan. Of course. Mark “Clumsy” Lee lives up to his name, yet again. “Are you sure you two aren’t dating? He’s been over for whole nights before.”

“What, are girls and guys not allowed to spend the night without dating or screwing around?” You snap defensively. Too defensively, judging by the smirk forming on her face. “No. No, no, no. Whatever bullshit you’re going to spew at me right now, save it, because I sure as hell won’t like it.”

“I’m just saying, denial isn’t just a river in Egypt,” she sings, ducking to narrowly avoid a pillow projectile. “It’s not a big deal! Mark’s super cute.”

“And you can have him.” You mutter in response, shuddering at the thought of dating him. Being in close quarters has really educated you to some of his more… quirky habits, and you couldn’t ever deal with that on a permanent basis. Plus, he’s not really your type.

F/N just rolls her eyes at you. “Whatever, pretend all you want. I know the truth though.”

“Is there something you actually need?” You level her with a flat stare. “Or are you just trying to snoop in on me?”

She smiles guiltily, like the guilty person she is. It might as well be branded on her forehead, G-U-I-L-T-Y, and you really hope she trips over one of her stupid pencils and stumbles down to hell.

What? You can be petty if you want to be, and it’s all in your head anyway. No one will ever know.

“No, there’s nothing important.” She assures you, though you really don’t need her assurance. “I just… worry about you sometimes, you know?”

“Well gee, thanks for making my night a whole lot better with that vote of confidence.” You mutter, sarcastic as ever, though your subsequent words die on your tongue at her sharp look.

“Relax, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to know if you were going to go to bed, or if you couldn’t sleep or something.” She shrugs. “I’m being rebellious and staying up past my bedtime.”

Well.

You grin sharply at that. Maybe she can stay in the land of the living for a little longer. You take back everything you thought just a few moments ago. “Oh, have I been waiting for this day.”

So. Staying up last night was possibly the worst decision you’ve ever made. Your eyes feel like they might just pop out of their sockets any moment now and the only thing that could possibly make this better is a good cup of coffee. Or, even better, two.

But life, as always, is cruel.

“I hate you.” You mutter at your coffee pot, squinting angrily at it through stinging eyes. “You had one fucking job.”

Yep. The coffee pot, as fate would have it, has completely broken down – just to deprive you of your life, of course, no big deal. Who even needs to be awake for their 8AM discussion anyway, right?

“Stupid, useless hunk of garbage, I should just melt you down already.” Your fevered death chant follows you all the way to the front door as you sling your backpack over your shoulder. It stops there, though, because you’re too tired to keep it up.

F/N’s lucky she doesn’t have to wake up early today, and you angrily curse her in your head because goodwill? It’s all gone now. Maybe she’ll get a really bad case of the Hiccups. Maybe it’ll be terminal Hiccups.

You cringe at your own deviousness.

You manage to bike all the way to class without perishing which, in your books, deserves a gold star. You don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve somehow managed to not get hit by a car, or a bus, or a truck, or another bike, or a pedestrian (though you wouldn’t really mind that last option. People really need to stop looking at their phones while they walk, holy shit). It’s a miracle, truly.

Maybe it’s because you’ve got to attend a Classics discussion; shockingly, it’s one of your more bearable classes. Scratch that, it’s possibly one of your favorites. You might be a STEM major, but the way they discuss mythology in this class really gets to you.

And, of course, there’s your TA too. He’s probably one of the kindest, sweetest people you know – and that’s saying something, given that you know Mark and are even acquainted with Wong Yukhei, the Student Council VP. No, you don’t know how that happened and, frankly, don’t care to find out either.

“Hey there, ______.” You look up at the sound of your name, seeing your TA cock his head at you a little quizzically. “You okay? You seem a little out of breath.”

Yeah, it’s no big, I practically just pulled an all-nighter and biked all the way here using the mothballs that are my eyes, with the level of coffee running through my bloodstream hitting a critical low. It’s fine, it’s totally fine! And if you weren’t the unobservant piece of crap, sweetheart you are, I’d feel a hell of a lot better—

“I’m fine.” You make an effort not to let your gasps for air grow too obvious, giving him a strained smile. “I just, um – just biked here.”

“Ah, I see. You can come inside, you know, sit down.” He holds the door wide open for you, letting you slip inside. “Do you have water? Would you like me to get you some?”

He gives you an appraising look. “Though, something tells me you need something stronger? Coffee, maybe?”

He holds up a thermos, shaking it gently with a questioning look on his face; and, on cue, your mouth begins to water. You need it. You must have it.

“What gave it away?” You chuckle weakly, before shaking your head. “No thanks, Jungwoo, but I appreciate it.”

You last remaining braincells cry, extremely sorry for your loss.

Jungwoo sighs, “I don’t mind sharing, ______, trust me. I promise I didn’t poison it or anything, and I won’t give you much – just a tiny cup.”

He pours some out into the cap of his flask, offering it to you. You stare at the beautifully crafted drink of perfection, steam gently curling off it, and wonder if Kim Jungwoo is a god. He must be, with this sort of impeccable timing.

Still, you’d feel a little awkward taking a drink from a TA that you actually don’t know all that well. That… might not be a good idea.

“I’m really fine.” You smile tightly at him. “I promise. Thank you, though.”

But why?! your brain cells demand, and you don’t have a satisfactory answer for them.

“If you’re sure.” He shrugs it off easily, smile never dimming. He’s pretty cute when he smiles – basically, all the time – but he isn’t really your type.

You think back to the crush you used to harbor on Yukhei. Your cheeks burn when you remember that you still find your gaze fixed to his long, slender fingers on more than one occasion – but you can’t help that. He’s just… too much. It’s unfair, really. But yeah, that’s your type. Tall and handsome, and unfair.

Great, and now you’re thinking about Jung Jaehyun.

You settle back into your desk and will your blush away as you begin pulling out a notebook and a pencil. You don’t usually take notes during section – not unless you’ve got some big essay coming up that he’d review in class – but it gives you something to do instead of just sitting idle.

You quickly sneak a peek at Jungwoo and, seeing that he’s preoccupied leafing through some of his notes, play a game of Catch the Pen. You locate the nearest shadow and guide your pencil through it, propelling it with enough of a velocity for it to hurtle out of another shadow to nestle comfortably between your fingers. It’s basically like playing catch with yourself.

And yeah, it got boring after the third or fourth time, but your only other option is using your phone, which – hey, not a bad idea. A quick scroll through your social media has you holding back your coos when you see videos of cute puppies attempting to do even cuter things. God, do you love dogs.

It’s only when Jungwoo raps his fist against his desk – a cue for all of you to start paying attention – that you notice that the empty desks from before have all been filled up. You quickly stash your phone in your back pocket, before leaning forward on your desk, settling your cheek in the palm of your hand as you force yourself to pay attention.

Ah, damn it. Your eyes still sting.

“Good morning guys!” Jungwoo beams at you, entirely too cheery for your tastes, given that it’s eight in the fucking morning. “How were your weekends?”

Your mind flashes back to your weekend, and you suppress a wince. Yeah. That was… not a good time, especially for the vigilante Caligo – for you. After getting your ass pummeled by a random guy in a mask – a random guy who you think just might be Joker, thief extraordinaire, and the person who you were watching through the footage last night – you weren’t really having a great time.

Not to mention your purpled cheek, courtesy of a deck to the face. You bruise like a peach and you’re really fucking lucky that F/N has a healing ability and a penchant to not ask difficult questions. She probably thinks you’re getting caught up in some shady business – drugs, maybe? – and honestly, that wouldn’t be too far from the truth, if a little exaggerated.

Jungwoo, luckily, takes the grumbled mutterings from the rest of your class that perfectly encapsulate your weekend experience in stride, beaming excitedly and holding up a faded copy of the translation of Ovid’s The Fall of Icarus. “Well, nothing better than this to turn that around, yeah?”

You hold back a sigh as you flip to the page he’ll inevitably bring up. You’d rather read about Icarus, who the book’s title deceptively alludes to, than the rest of these short stories. But, well. As life would have it—

“Let’s talk about what happened with Theseus and the Minotaur, shall we?”

A part of you is grateful that you’ve managed to survive most of your day, and it’s really only the thought of going to your chem lab that makes you perk up.

Now, don’t be misled; you still hate having to go to lab. The actual practice, in itself, isn’t all that hard, but the fact that you have to do it at all is just so ugh. Frankly, you’re only going because it’s required for your major, because fuck chemistry, and doubly fuck organic chemistry. It’s all just way too stressful.

But, well, back to the main point: lab is only really fun because you get a whole two and a half hours to fully appreciate some A+ eye-candy. Not that you would ever actually want to objectify him that way, but your TA is just so gorgeous that it’s unfair, really. Just a smile from him could have you tripping over your feet and potentially spilling dangerous chemicals all over yourself.

As it is, you’ve managed to survive so far, if only to irritate F/N with your very accurate description of how sharp his jawline is, how his dimple is to die for, how he just looks so dependable and warm and—

“Hey Jaehyun.” You greet him as you wait outside the lab. No one’s really allowed in until your TA – Jaehyun, basically – lets you.

Jung Jaehyun, AKA “God who has literally descended from the Heavens to bless your undeserving soul”, smiles at you and – aw, yeah, there it is. That fucking dimple. Paired with his soft, unassuming smile, and the reassuring warmth of his eyes as they look at you through the soft fringe of his hair—

Deadly. That’s what he is.

“Hey ______, how’s it going?” He greets cheerily, not unlike Jungwoo earlier. The only difference is that it’s actually a humane hour of the day right now; a little past noon as opposed to oh, you know, the crack of dawn. You still hate any and all sunlight, no doubt about it – especially with the night lending itself to your element – but at least you’re somewhat awake now.

Jaehyun fiddles with the keyhole before pushing the door open. Is a lab coat supposed to look this good on a person? You aren’t sure.

“It’s pretty meh.” You offer him a shrug and what you hope is not a dorky smile. “Just stressed, you know.”

“Oh, I figured.” He nods, raising an eyebrow. “Apparently Professor Kim’s being super hard on you guys for this first midterm and, I won’t lie, with her past record…” Jaehyun winces. “Yeah, things might be a little stressful. But you’re capable, and I know you can do it with the right amount of hard work and effort.”

Then, like he hasn’t just sprung an unwarranted pep talk on what’s left of your dreary soul, he disappears behind the door. You stare at it like it’ll give you the answers racing through your mind; what the fuck, how the hell does he know exactly what to say, how the fuck is he always so gorgeous…? etcetera, etcetera.

Immediately, you pull out your phone and text F/N.

You:

Oh my fucking god, I think Jaehyun and I just had a moment

Not like a Moment but he literally just gave me the best pep talk in my life, 5 stars on yelp

Jaehyun’s my TA btw

Checking the time, you impatiently rock forward on the balls of your feet, biting at your lips. You figure that, maybe, instead of constantly thinking about how gorgeous Jaehyun is, you should probably also start thinking about the experiment for today. It’s just some simple identification tests, thank goodness, but those could take a long time – especially if you have to share your resources with the rest of the class.

Sharing is caring, they say and they’re wrong. Sharing, in most cases, is essentially just shooting yourself in the foot, and you’ll stand by that until the end of time. You used to share everything – even your heart – after all, and where did that get you?

You shove all of that away, filing it into the mental Untouchable cabinet and locking it up. You’re a busy person now, and you can’t waste time delving into the past. For all your bravado and bluster, though, you just… sometimes feel like you always make the worst decisions for yourself and you’re just tired of having to put yourself through the same things again and again. Like – like clockwork.

The door cracks open, and Jaehyun pokes his head outside. “Huh, that’s weird. No one else is here yet?”

A quick glance around you shows you that no, there really isn’t anyone else here yet. What the fuck? You check your phone, though, and see you still have ten minutes before lab actually begins. Ah, yeah, that makes a lot more sense now.

“You can come in anyway.” Jaehyun grins at you charmingly, and you dimly wonder if he knows the effect he has on people, with how easily he throws that smile around. “Maybe get set up? You can’t start before the rest of your class is here, obviously, but you can still be prepared.”

“Of course!” You beam at him, a little shocked at how easy it is to smile at him. With how things have been going, with both your personal life and – ehem – line of work, this is actually nothing short of a miracle.

Jaehyun really is a great guy and you think to yourself, a little sadly, that whoever gets to date him is a really lucky person. It’s not like you expect for life to work out like a fairytale with you as the persevering royal protagonist who gets the prince she’s only ever dreamed of.

Oh, you wish though. Sometimes, you even wish you had the power to make wishes come true instead of the shadow manipulation that comes so easily to you. When you think about it, you immediately discard the thought; you’re happy with your Gift, though it does get a little tricky navigating its faults.

Faults that Joker took advantage of over the weekend, obviously. You seriously screwed that one up though, to be fair, you kind of had to get home pronto to finish up your biology lab report. Still, a screw up is, ultimately, a screw up. It’s not going to change just because you slapped some excuses onto it.

Your fingers spasm, clenching tightly around your lab notebook and digging into its spiral binding as you remember, all too vividly, what happened over the weekend; the way Joker just slid out of your bindings and smirked at you, lips brushing against your ear as he revealed it was all a lie—

The spiking pain in your hand forces you to let go of your book, allowing it to drop onto the table with a muffled thump. It was all your fault, really, for not realizing that, since Joker had a Gift that allowed him to make illusions, he would obviously take advantage of it to distract you.

You were such a fucking idiot.

“Hey.” Your lab partner slides into the seat beside yours, effectively distracting you from thinking about your Weekend Failure some more. “Please tell me that I’m not the only one who thinks that the data for this lab report was ridiculous.”

“You’re not.” A light smile pulls at your lips and you try to forget about everything else. “It was pretty crazy.”

It’s not until you step out of lab a few hours later, blinking the sun out of your eyes, that you see that F/N’s finally responded to your texts.

Wifey!! <3:

i’m glad he was so kind to you!

and yeah babe, i think you’d realize i know who Jaehyun is by now

you’ve only mentioned him a billion times

you’re such a puppy

You:

He was really nice man, he made me feel like I could actually do this

I mean idk how long it’ll last but it’s nice of him to even try ;-;

And I think you’d realize I know I’m a puppy by now

You’ve only told me, like, a billion times

Let it be said that you’re never one to let the opportunity to be petty go to waste.

A week later, you’re sprinting up the street between your favorite Thai place and the café F/N likes to frequent, short puffs of breath escaping your lungs into the cold night air. Your worn sneakers slap against the concrete as you try to find a secluded location for you to change covertly into more appropriate ‘crime-fighting’ clothing, when your frantic gaze lands on a relatively abandoned alleyway.

Key word: ‘relatively’, because there’s really only a cat in there, of course.

“Fuck yeah!” You whisper triumphantly under your breath, stepping into the shadows cast by the nightlights, letting their familiar chill wash over you, twist its way around your waist and seep under your skin, a comfortable, cool pressure—

And you’re out again, a couple of blocks ahead of where you started, and sprint up the street, jumping shadows to the second floor of a building, from where you see figure flying overhead.

You smirk. Right on time.

“Hey! Mind giving me a lift?!” You holler up, and with a flick of his wrist, you’re being lifted off your feet, propelled to the very top of the building. A grin pulls at the corner of your mouth, and you give in as you zip along after the figure ahead, who’s dressed in dark blue. “Thanks G!”

Gravitas – Mark – spares a look at you through his mask as he runs ahead, leaping gracefully over to the next building. “Hey Caligo!”

A grin pulls at the corner of your lips through your own mask, fully visible since it only extends to the bridge of your nose. He wants to play it like that, does he?

“Impressive, but you’ve got nothing on me!” You arch in a graceful backflip over the gap between the buildings, landing steadily on your feet.

Mark chuckles lightly at you, shaking his head when you skip ahead of him through the shadows. Like you aren’t going to wring out every advantage your Gift could possibly give you; there’s no way you’re letting him have the satisfaction of possibly being better than you.

“See anyone we need to beat up?” You slow your pace enough for him to run beside you, not needing to shout to be heard.

Mark’s mask covers his entire face, but you’re pretty sure you know the look he’s got on his face right now; that little dip between his eyebrows and the lightest pout on his lips. He’s really too predictable.

“We aren’t looking for people to beat up.” He corrects you. “We’re looking for people to save.”

You come to a stop so you can face him properly, hands settling on your hips. The seriousness of the situation doesn’t stop you from keeping the playfulness from your voice, though, forced as it might sound.

“Now that’s the mind of a future hero-in-the-making.” You shrug, mouth pursing into a tense smile. “The rest of us don’t really care so much about that, you know.”

Mark falters, nearly tripping over himself even though he’s slowed to a walk. “That isn’t what I was trying to imply, you know that.”

“I know.” You provide him with another half-shrug. “I’m just saying that I’m here to beat people up; you can call it saving people or whatever else satisfies your hero-complex but, at the end of the day, someone’s still getting beat.”

No matter how close the two of you are, this is an age old argument that neither of you have been able to shake off; the constant debate of vigilantism versus heroism. At the end of the day, you’re getting the same things done, so why Mark needs to get so prickly about it is beyond you.

He is training to be a hero – which you’ve grudgingly accepted, despite your misgivings – so that might be it. Unlike you, he’s always interested in those caped fantasies, in saving the day and happy endings. Even he has to admit it; Mark is the definition of a happy fool.

And you? Well, that’d make you the tortured genius – though there’s nothing particularly genius about you. Just tortured.

“At the end of the day, we’re still saving people too.” Mark’s voice is low, brittle. “We’ve talked about this before.”

“And we’ve always ended it the same way.” You force yourself to keep your calm, though you itch to blow up at him. “So what makes this time so different?”

Mark starts forward, about to answer, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice. A very unwelcome voice.

“Hope I’m not interrupting!”

There’s a muffled thump, like someone’s landing on their feet, as you slowly turn around, eyes growing wide behind your mask.

Decked out in a tight-fitting leather bodysuit and a black choker, which delicately circles his neck, he looks at you with dancing, mischievous eyes. The black eye mask that sculpts itself to his face prevents you from being able figure out who the man behind the mask is, but that isn’t your priority right now, because you know who this is, standing in front of you with that cheeky grin.

“Joker.”

Written By: Midnight

The amazing moodboard was done by Sangria! Blessed that I am to have such a perfect wife <3

Next: 02

#kwritersworldnet #kreativewritersnet #nctwriters #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun angst #nct jaehyun #villain jaehyun #nct jung jaehyun #villain jung jaehyun #jaehyun series #will i update consistently? let's find out

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tvandenneagram · 4 years

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Desperate Housewives: Susan Mayer - Type 9w1

Susan is laid-back, quirky and jovial. She is the typical girl next door and charms most people she meets with her down to earth and kind nature.

At her best, Susan begins to realise her own worth and stands up against others. She starts to see that she is capable of being alone and becomes more proactive in achieving her own goals. This can be seen when she decides not to move in with Mike and tries to live in her caravan. She also shows she is willing to fight back and be more asssertive in the things that she cares about.

At her worst, Susan becomes frazzled, stressed and anxious. She doesn’t address her problems and will omit and lie about the issue in an effort to avoid any conflict.This can be seen with her deception about Zach that leads to her initial break up with Mike. It can also be seen later with how she handles the cover up of Alejandro’s murder and is the person in the group who is crippled by fear of being caught.

Susan’s greatest desire seems to be having a connection to someone else and being in a loving and stable relationship. She puts a lot of her own value and worth into her relationships and how they are going. At times she seems to lose her own motivations and wants to only focus on the needs of her partner. She jumps from relationship to relationship throughout the show and it can be seen that she rarely spends time on her own away from a partner. Ultimately she knows that Mike is the man for her and finds happiness with him while they are together.

Susan doesn’t plan or think ahead much and prefers living in the moment. At times she can be quite flighty and forgetful and believes that everything will work out ok anyway. In her relationship with Julie, this becomes an issue as Julie believes she has to take on more responsibility to pick up the slack for Susan. She feels like Susan has a tendency to be dependent on others and as a result takes on more adult duties to help her mother.

Susan goes with the flow and is very adaptable. She begins the series as an illustrator and is very relaxed in her career. However, when she is experiencing money problems she falls into her job of cleaning on a paid website and is easily convinced that this is a good idea for her to support her family. She is swayed by the opinions of others and will follow their lead in many situations.

Susan has a wing 1 as she is quite rigid in her beliefs and is less prone to expressing her anger than a wing 8 might be.

Tri-type: 9w1 - 7w6 - 2w1

Some quotes to describe Susan’s motivation:

Mary Alice about Susan: “A year had passed since the divorce. Susan had started to think how nice it would be to have a man in her life. Even one who would make fun of her cooking.”

“Living away from you guys has been hard on me. Because sometimes when friends live apart, they sometimes grow apart, too. But, no matter how busy or how crazy our lives are, something always seems to happen to bring us back together. And that started tonight with this dinner. May we have many, many more.”

“Hi, Kurt, Susan Mayer. You did my wedding invitations, ah, I'm gonna need another batch, exactly the same only change the name Ian Hansworth to Mike Delfino, long story, call me!”

“My idea of the perfect wedding keeps changing. One day I want white roses and then I want lillies .. only one thing stays constant - And I'm looking at him. Why would I need anything else to make my wedding perfect?”

“Can't? There is no "can't" in love. There is a man on that mountain that I intend to spend the rest of my life with and nothing is going to keep me from him! Not fate, not destiny and definitely not you!”

Maggie: “So, which one do you like the best?” Susan: “Wow. It's kinda hard to decide.” Maggie: “Well, that depends on what you are looking for. Rich and elegant? Or down to earth and sweet?” Susan: “I don't know.” Mike: “You wanna taste them again?” Susan: “No! I know what they taste like! I'm just torn, okay?” Ian: “There's no reason to get upset. It's just a cake.” Susan: “It's not just a cake! It's a major decision!” Maggie: “Well, hey, if you like them both so much why don't you just have two cakes?” Susan: “How would that look? Oh, hey, everybody! Here's my wedding cake! Oh, and what's that over there? That's my other wedding cake! I have to pick and I will! So just stop pressuring me okay?!”

Gaby: “I'm worried about you. First, you stop talking to your friends. Now, you're wiggin' out at a rat funeral. You're making me nervous.” Susan: “Well, I'm sorry I'm not handling accessory to murder as well as the rest of you.”

Mike: “You're dying, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Like I'm sorry, but it feels like you're getting ready to say goodbye like you're bailing on me.” Susan: “Bailing? I am fighting. I am scared. I don't know what's going to happen but I am fighting my ass off. I want to see MJ graduate. I want to grow old with you, and I want all of that. But in the meantime, I'm going to enjoy every moment of every day.”

Mike: “Let's get out of here.” Susan: “Hey. Lean on me. I'm a lot stronger than you think.”

#desperate housewives #susan mayer #dh #enneagram #teri hatcher #desperate housewives enneagram #enneagram 9 #9w1 #9w8 #type 9 #enneatypes #ennea 9 #character analysis #character breakdown #character profile

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thatweeboverthereisthirsty · 4 years

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May I request sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons about gray with fem s/o? Thank you

I loved these with all my heart and will always treasure my beautiful darling Gray!!!!! I hope you enjoy and yes I am back in business even if I am a bit slow on the updates.

SFW:

Ahh ever the dreamy Gray Fullbuster

He’s so handsome and perfect any girl would want to be with him

And his stripping habit is a major plus ;)

The only thing that really frustrates you is that he can’t cook for the life of him

His specialty is ice not fire

When it comes to an oven or a stove he’s at a loss for what to do

But he’s fairly good at making breakfast

(If breakfast counts as a bowl of cereal without a spoon)

He usually forgets to do the dishes when you don’t tell him so he’ll just freeze the milk and chomp away at his milk and cereal using his hands

Honestly the first time you walked in on him doing that you were very confused

That is until you remembered that he was raised by the same wizard that taught him to strip in public

Needless to say when you moved in there were some major lifestyle changes

To this day Gray won’t eat packaged pizza (you found him eating it frozen and stuff went down)

Another quirky thing about eating is that you make him put ice cubes in your glass every time you get water. If he’s not around or too tired you simply won’t have ice

There’s nothing wrong with other ice it’s just that his tastes better

He finds it equally adorable and creepy when you crunch on the leftover ice in your glass

He loves to sneak up behind you and tickle you

He loves your laugh and will risk getting hit in the face just to hear it

Sometimes he has you sit on his lap

He loves to have you close so he’ll bury his face in your neck and just breathe

Guildmates smirk or roll their eyes but he never sees it (cause he’s too focused on you ;)

Once you spilled a hot drink on yourself and in a panic he froze it causing your shirt to crack and shatter

Stripping record shattered as he covered you with his clothes

It left everyone in hysterical laughter

Expect ice roses all the time

He thinks regular roses last too long cause he wants to give you a new rose every ten minutes

Ice melts so it was a perfect substitute

Now a permanent flower pot sits at the end of the bar for you to place your roses

Sometimes to make sure he doesn’t bother you or when you are about to return from a job he’ll fill the pot with ice flowers for you to find

Sometimes he experiments with putting dyes in the water so his ice roses will be different colors

That’s not the only thing he’ll create for you

If it’s hot outside and you want to cool off he will make you ice jewelry or an ice crown

You're his ice princess

When you two are at home together you have small codes for certain things

If Gray wants a hug he sits cross-legged on the bed

If you need some ice you pull out a glass and simply set it on the counter

Friday night is movie night

You’ll cuddle up in his lap and he’ll make sure you’re wrapped in tons of blankets before turning on whatever film you guys decided to watch

You guys usually only get about halfway through

From there the night could end in two ways

1 passionate making out and ahem…. You know what

Or 2 someone falling asleep and having to be carried into bed

Either way, Fridays are always your favorite

NSFW:

Ok so having sex with Gray Fullbuster is never boring

Just like Natsu, he loves to use his powers for temperature play

If it’s hot out than damn are you gonna be sucking his cock like a popsicle

Bobbing up and down is nice and all but he really likes it when you lick his cock repeatedly

He uses his powers to make ice dildos and ice handcuffs among other things

Gray likes to be in total control

He’ll pin you down and twist you into any position he wants

He knows you’ll be fine but that just eggs him on further

He’s an experimentalist

Gray wants to try every type of position and or method

Against the wall: Check

On the kitchen table: Check

Suspended: Check

Frozen in place: Check

In public: Check

Showers, baths, skinny dipping, etc: Check

Quickies in closets at the guild: Check

During a mission when everyone else can take the bad guys and he just drags you away into the forest and strips you: Check

Like the perfect girlfriend you are, you always go along and try something at least once

Some things work out, some don’t

But it’s ok cause he’ll understand

Gray loves your breasts

They could be any size and it wouldn’t matter to him

He wants to use them as pillows after you guys have sex every time

During the fun though he often handles them a lot

Obviously using his magic to spread frost over them and then lick it away

He loves seeing you squirm at the temperature

He also loves when the frost melts because water droplets roll off your breasts in all directions and it reminds him that someday he could make you pregnant

The idea of filling you and then watching as a child grew inside you really gets to him

Maker magic could never compare to the creative power of a man's semen

(sorry I just had to put that there lmao)

Another thing he loves about putting frost on your skin is that when it melts the frost leaves your skin pink and he finds it adorable

Gray isn’t really into PDA, neither is he into leaving marks all over you

He doesn’t believe in marking that gorgeous skin of yours

But what he will do is let you mark him

It’s slightly embarrassing but he wants you to feel powerful and equal in the relationship and this is how he believes it should happen

It also kinda turns him on when he looks at himself in the mirror and sees nail scratches and love bites from your last lovemaking session

Gray loves dirty talk

He loves to whisper naughty things in your ear when you guys are in public

He loves how it makes you squirm and get annoyed with him

Something else he does is whisper dirty things in your ear while you sleep

If he does this long enough you start to dream about the stuff and it really turns him on

The way you moan his name and rub against the sheets while you dream is really quite a sight

He waits until you wake up to touch you though

He believes that an experience like that should be remembered by both parties and he is a massive consent guy

Even if you told him that you wanted him to touch you in your sleep he wouldn’t do it just cause there would be no way of verifying just in case

He thinks you are beautiful and every time you step into the room he just wants to show you how much he loves you

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanon #fairytail #gray #gray fullbuster #gray fairy tail #gray headcannon #gray fullbuster headcannon #gray x reader #grayxyou

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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It’s A Match Chapter Two

Masterlist

Summary: as you and henry become closer he lets his family know there may be a new woman on the scene. And you surprize him by moving a little quicker then he had thought. Not that he is against it. He is all to eager to move along to the next step.

Warnings: RPF, Swearing, Angst, Heated Discussions, Fluff.

A/N: here is chapter two, this will only be a short fic maybe there or four chapters but i hope you all like it. This is just me writing down my fluffy fantasy.

Taglist: In Reblogs.

'Shes a big fluffy teddy bear, and loves hugs, even if Shes crushing me~' henry froze hands quivering nervously over the keyboard. You replied? You actually? Holy shit! He bit his lip sitting up straighter with a grin and smoothed his hair back. He wasn't sure why it made him so happy but? He had a reply, and actual reply from a person! A woman!

Now what?

He wracked his brain and frowned. What does he say? Does he ask questions or just talk about dogs? He didn't know all he did know is that he had messaged a complete stranger and she had messaged back.

'I can imagine moving her must be hard work if she's comfy'

'Yeah but on the plus side she's always warm~ a huge hot water bottle'

'A numb but warm set of legs then😂'

'Absolutely! That sounds like the talk of a man who's been there?'

'Yes I have an American Akita, a very snuggly boy that gives me atleast one dead leg a day😅'

'Aww I love Akita's, I was going to get one but them Amii sort of fell into my lap, and has stayed there ever since'

'Big or small a lap dog is a lap dog'

'Definitely😂' Henry paused. Shit what does he do now? Does he just ask questions? Explain a bit more about himself? Both seemed a little too juvenile... And it was scary... Awkward he wants a nice chat, for conversation to flow naturally. He didn't want to fuck up. There was another ping as you typed another message.

' I have to say I'm surprized I got a message on here, only been on here for a few days😅' henry was thankfull, you wasn't going to judge. You were both in the same boat. Both nervously talking to a stranger in the hopes of there being something more. It made replying a little easier, he hoped that things would get less awkward after breaking the ice.

'Really? I made mine today... not sure about all this new online stuff but will figure it out'

'Well I'd say your doing alright, at least you had the courage to message someone, i made the profile then chickened out😅'

'I almost did, your the first profile that caught my eye'

'Was it Amii?'

'No, as cute as she is you lacked a duck face selfie, and you look very sweet and have kind eyes' henry froze after sending the message. Shit, shit! That was fucking cheese! Cringe and just a fuck up! He quickly wracked both hands through his hair and cursed trying to think of a way to get out of this but nothing came to mind... And then he saw it the tiny y/n is typing... At the bottom of the screen, he winced dreading the reply he was going to get. He bit his lip worried he hopes he hasn't tripped at the first hurdle.

'Thank you that's kind of you to say. And is a missing duck face that strange?🤔'

'Every woman has a duck face'

'Well I do not have a duck face'

'Really?🤨'

'Well not a good one 😅My duck face is sub par more a fish face, call me guppy😂' he chuckled, you did have a sense of humour which was good. He liked making people laugh and not having them take everything so seriously, it meant he could relax and let loose. To just have fun! He heaved a big sigh unconsiously petting Kal as he sat up and leant on his leg. He quickly began typing once more finding it easier chatting with a stranger with each message.

'🤣🤣 I got to admit I'm not sure what to talk about, this is my first time🤔'

'Well that makes us both online virgins😅lets start with the important things shall we?' Henry froze panicking. 'Oh god! Oh god! What ere you going to ask?!' He thought watching the little dots on the screen holding his breath dreading you'd ask for picture or something. He was put out of his misery with a tiny ping sound and your message popped up. He threw his head back and laughed outloud seeing the all important question.

'Who's your favourite superhero?' You were definitely a geek girl, just like he wanted. He bit his lip and typed without needing to think of the answer.

'Superman, afterall he is the grand daddy of all superheroes. You?'

'Oh your not gonna like this~ I love batman🤗' henry smiled at the screen and leant back wiping his mouth trying to massage the ache from his cheeks. He really was grinning ear to ear just from speaking to you so... Unguarded he was just being himself and it was freeing!

'Oh no!😱can I ask why?' He typed quickly not wanting you to think he was going to keep you on read? Was that what they called it nowadays?

'He proves that at 30 you can have a dramatic goth early midlife crisis and that regular assholes can be heroes too, all you need is money🤗🤗'

'🤣🤣 oh god! You know I never thought of it like that!' henry shook his head laughing out loud as he replied

'But you'll be happy to know supes is number three on my list'

'Well he makes the top three so that's salvageable😆'

'Yeah... Two is Captain America though'

'Rich goth with issues, man with an expensive tea tray, then supes got it 👌👍'

'Omg yes!😂that's sums it up beautifully🤣' after that the conversation moved on which he was a little thankful for. Not that he disliked geeking out but... it'd be easy for him to slip up on that subject. Luckily though he didn't have to think of a change of topic as you began chatting away casually about your day and he did in return before long the conversation was over too soon as you stated you really had to get on with filling out these payslips. So the chat drew to a close with promises of speaking tomorrow.

And you kept your promise. For the next week you both spent your evenings chatting away at one another becoming fast friends. That was when he decided to let his family know in the new weekly face time zoom chats.

He looked to the screen fidgeting as his family spoke amongst themselves trying to find the right moment to break the news. But his mother had noticed and asked him out right, leaning closer to the screen watching him worriedly.

"Henry? Are you alright your looking nervous?" The others stopped speaking at the question and henry heaved a sigh nervously twisting his fingers.

"Yeah yeah I... I just have some news... Is all" he said swallowing trying to find the words. He was worried, it had been a while since he'd tried to introduce someone new into his life and his family. He didn't want to alarm them but... he wanted to forewarn them that he was on his way to hopefully sharing his life with someone.

"News? Oh its nothing bad is it?" His younger brother asked, but his oldest paused straightening up with a smile already guessing his brother had taken his advice.

"No nothing bad... Its really good actually... I'm sort of... well I'm speaking to someone online... A woman" he stuttered rubbing the back of his neck and called Kal onto the sofa with him stroking his fur trying to calm himself and fend of the huge grin that seemed to spread across his face everytime he thought of you.

"You did it?" His eldest brother called out clapping his hands excitedly. A ripple of confusion washed over the others and they frowned looking to one another unsure what had happened between the two.

"Did what love?" His mother finally asked not understanding what her sons were talking about

"I made an online dating profile" he said plainly drawing gasps from everyone.

"Oh gosh love are you okay? Your not being hounded are you?" His mother jumped immediately concern etched deep in her features. His father looked uncomfortable-hell they all did! Each worrying over him. He wasn't surprized they had seen fans both love and hate on him and his partners.

"No mum its fine-better then fine I'm really carful... I've covered my ass and no one knows its me, she doesn't know" he said trying to placate his family but instead he was rewarded with disappointed faces, tutting and small, cringing hisses. Fuck.

"Oh god Henry you haven't made a fake profile? Tell me you didn't- please tell me your not lying to this poor woman" his father scolded sternly. His dad may not be up to speed with all this new age online dating shenanigans but he did know that it was wrong to lie to a potential partner. Just thinking that one of his boys were doing just that left a bad taste in his mouth. If he could he would clip his son around the ear!

"Well no not exactly- its me and I'm myself on there I just... changed my name to Hank... And crop my photos so she can see me but not recognise me that's all! I swear I'm not lying or-or anything!" he explained willing then to understand but with the deep sighs and unimpressed looks he got it would seem they didn't understand or approve.

"Are you sure about this? What will she think if things get serious and then this young lady finds out you've been lying?" he father spoke up again wanting to hash this out. Henry faltered for a moment, he worried about that too. He was frightened that you'd get angry and leave him without even giving him a chance!

"I'm not lying, I just? just omitting certain details about my life, I'm being me I'm showing her the real quirky geeky side of me- this is? Its my one shot! The only chance I'm going to get to have someone look at me, not what they can get out of me... I'm not going to blow it or hurt her... if we get to that point then I will explain things- she'd understand she's really thoughtful and is logical" henry pleaded trying to convince both himself and his family. He cant ignore it, he was worried and had been telling himself over and over you'd understand. But he also knew it could really shake you up. But what he was doing wasn't wrong! It couldn't be helped, he thought they would understand!

"Well I hope so because you could break her heart son... And I want you to understand that, this woman could fall for you. You could really upset her when she finds out" his father finally spoke drawing the issue to a close not wanting to argue, but he still wanted henry to know what ever happens was his own fault good or bad. Not everything ends with a happy ever after, but he didn't need to voice that out loud. Henry knew, they all did.

"I know dad, I've only been speaking to her just over a week anyway, for all i know she will ghost me or something" henry nodded calming a little not wanting to fight but still it was clear to everyone henry hadn't appreciated the lecture.

"Ghosting?" he mum perked up trying to diffuse the situation not wanting this to blow up. Tensions were high and no one needed a family spat at the moment.

"Its when someone stop talking to you and ignores you for no reason" his brother revealed explaining the term to his parents. They both ahh'd in realisation but were still a little tense. So his younger brother spoke up deciding to try and be more supportive to him. And henry was thankful.

"Well how about you tell us about her henry. What's you lady freind like? What does she do?" henry quickly grinned forgetting the irritation. His family watched the sudden change as henry got the chance to boast about the woman who had caught his fancy. It was sobering to see, he was glowing with pride and excitement, overjoyed from just thinking about this mystery girl.

"She's just? God where do I start? Shes amazing and funny and wholesome... She doesn't live too far away- Shes pretty much on my doorstep! Shes really funny and nice we talk everyday and have soo much in common its amazing we like the same music and tv and just- everything! Its like talking to a female version of myself! And Shes a fan too" his family all seemed to warm to the idea of this woman until his final remark. Everyone paused. And so did he, what was so wrong about her being a fan? Why was that a red flag for them and not him?

"A fan? Henry... are you sure she doesn't know? If she's a fan she might know and be... making her answers more favourable" henry bristled at that and visibly leaned back brows furrowed and eyes glowing, showing as much anger as he dared show his mother who had spoken out against you.

"What? No! No she doesn't mum she hasn't got a clue- Shes not a fan of mine per say but? She likes my work, she's a huge lover of DC and fantasy so has seen the Witcher and she loved it! Shes really just like me! Is that really hard to believe? That there are women like me? That enjoy the same things?" what had started as a panicked explination quickly became heated and sour. His words slowly becoming uncharacteristically venomous. But Marie Ann new it was just him getting defensive, he was frightened. He had this silly belief he was an abnormality, that his interests will make him forever alone. The thing that did stand out was just how defensive he was about you. A woman he'd probably not even met yet, someone he was only chatting to. It wasn't like henry to take to someone soo quickly. It made her hopeful, that he really had found someone, found his soulmate. But she was a mother and couldn't help worry over him, no matter how old or huge her boys got they were just that. Her boys. And she will always feel the need to look after them.

"Henry please don't get angry, I didn't mean to upset you but... I worry" she said slowly trying to calm him before he got himself into a tizzy. She could see much more then he wanted her too. And right now he was anxious, probably questioning himself over this woman and the way he was approaching her. She could only hope her son was right and had covered his ass and that this woman was as understanding as he said. Otherwise henry was about to get a wakeup call like never before. It wasn't everyday a well known actor fakes a dating profile. It'd be a media shitstorm that he may not recover from.

"I.. sorry I didn't mean to- y/n isn't like that I... I just know alright she isn't after anything" henry apologized smoothing back his hair taking a huge breath and leant back once more relaxing.

"So why don't you tell us a little more about her son? You've been speaking for a week so must know a little more then her name and were she lives?" she said moving on wanting to coax more information about the woman.

"Well she has her own successful business that caters to dogs, walking, grooming and rehoming and is a kc registered breeder. Shes thirty years old and... Absolutely stunning- and no she hasn't filtered any photos either...wait here! See?! Isn't she beautiful?" Henry gushed quickly bringing up your profile picture he had saved on his phone and holding the phone to the camera. He heard a few compliments but could still see the worry in his family. He understood but he just new. He new that you were real, that you were honest and everything you said you were. You were blunt and didn't have time for games, you said life's too short for that crap. And he agreed.

"You have a photo saved already?" henry faltered at the question that had followed a round of compliments and quickly pulled his phone back flushing embarrassed he hadn't even thought of how that would look

"I.. w-well yeah... I'm gonna ask for her number soon and want a photo for my phone... We decided to stick to messaging for a while first and" he tried desperately to dig himself out of the hole he'd just unceremoniously swan dived into. But his brothers burst into laughter making whipping motions making him flush and shrink further. They were definetly going to busting his balls for this. But with a quick shake of his head he continued to gush about you wanting to side step this whole premature photo saving incident.

"she doesn't have Instagram or snapchat... she's just... I can't explain it she's just funny and sweet and genuine... I really like her.. I could easily fall for her" silence reigned after his admission and everyone saw just how serious and devoted henry was to trying to make this relationship work. His mum nodded with a smile, this was just a watch and wait scenario. This woman would either make or break her son, and all she could do was hope to god it was the former.

"Okay then love. I'm happy for you henry just be careful okay?" she finally drew the curtain on the subject and everyone sighed in relief.

"I will, I promise but you have nothing to worry about, I just wanted to let you guys know that i might have someone for you to meet in a few months" henry said eagerly, like a small boy waiting on Christmas eve. He was full of life and enthusiasm. It was nice to see this side to him again, she'd dare say he was well on his way to being loved up! Smitten.

"And we look forward to it henry, but take your time. There's no rush just enjoy yourself" one of his brothers spoke up jumping in on the conversation wanting to make it clear they all had his back whether this ended good or bad. For now they were happy for him.

"I will, we decided were wont meet for a while and just see how things go for the time being but... I have a good feeling, she's everything I've been looking for I'm really excited" henry preened trying to pace himself, he didn't need to be daydreaming in a family face time. Luckily he was pulled from the edge of his own fantasies by another question.

"You said she had a company?"

"Yeah here I'll send you the link its called Puptown! She's actually handled Kal a few times, I send him there for his nails and teeth" henry said quickly sending the link to his brother. He wasn't stupid they were going to look you up, they were worried. He might aswell sent them the link. There was a tiny bio on there of you- the owner on the staff page that had all the staffs qualifications and roles on there.

You moved through the groom room Amii was curled up under your desk fast asleep as you began taking a stock list. Recently you'd been getting more and more white dogs in for their groom so needed to top up on the bright white shampoo and it was tick season soon so had to double check you had all the tick removal forceps, and ear powder- lots of ear powder the poodle clients had doubled over lock down after all the new puppies bought in lockdown. Every dog deserves a professional groom. But poodles needed them.

"hey boss! You doing another check?" Mandy called as she hoisted a tiny black poem into the bath. Bella a regular and very few people could actually groom her out of the five staff only two of you dared to try. And you didn't blame them this dog was a tiny savage, but the trick was not to show fear.

"yeah, trying to prepare for summer already, you know i think this will be our busiest yet especially with lord whiskey." you muttered nibbling the pen and moving a few bottles about. Flea treatment and some dry skin conditioner were quickly added to your growing list.

"lord whiskey?" Mandy asked louder over the sound of the shower instantly Bella began snarling like the hell demon she was. On walks and about the place she was a little soppy loving lap pup, but when it came to bath time? Different dog. You cant help thinking she had a bad experiance before she came here. You sighed and placed the pad and pen down standing along side the bathe and began petting the tiny dog.

"yeah they are the vet clinic for lower incomes... They want to set up a new clinic and have reached out" you explained you had to admit the request came out of the blue and you hadn't had chance to tell everyone yet. The staff meeting was on Friday.

"that would be good!" she said slowly wetting the snarling prom that was trying her absolute hardest to frighten you both off. But alas she was no great wolf, but a teeny cute little raging fluff nugget, and to her utter dispair neither you or Mandy found her scary at all. Even if she was trying to foam at the mouth.

"yeah that's what I thought, having a vet on site... We're still talking but if everything goes acording to plane we will have the mobile vet out front while setting up the small clinic... I was thinking in the old groom rooms? They had water and electricity already and its a littl out of the way so the unwell puppets can be separate from the healthy customers" you shrugged moving around Mandy to help tend to your most vocal customer.

"so business will be booming?" Mandy said moving to rinse underneath the small feral beast. You giggled and stood Bella on her back legs as she seethed but in between her savagery she was actually licking at you, showing a hint of the sweet girl she really was. You pet her praising her promising chicken treats and snuggles afterwards. You might even pop Amii in with the others in the small day care pen. Bella liked laying on her using the huge dog as a fluffy bed.

"yes hopefully, i mean were not taking anything for them, they are a charity but hopefully we will get a few visits in the shop? And the more people know about us the more likely they are to use us!" you said you had been weighing up the pros and cons about the new venture. More people visiting the premises, more footfall in the shop and hopefully you can draw enough people to have a little pet café. Your business was right on the edge of the huge woodland park you'd always wanted a small café that serves both animals and people you want a little empire to become a franchise company and give the little guys a chance.

"And how about you? Any luck on the online dating front?" she asked with a small smile. You sighed you half regretted telling her about it. Mandy has been with you since the beginning, she was your first employee and most trusted freind. And she has been hounding you about your love life for a while now. She wants you to take a step back from Puptown and find some time for yourself, and now that the business was established and ticking over nicely it was the time to do it.

"Ooo! Oh my god your blushing!? Bitch spill!" she squealed excited as you flushed and looked away not answering her. And by doing so answering her at the same time.

"I'm talking to someone~ Hank.. He is... Funny and charming we've been chatting each night for about a week" you revealed quietly making her beam at you. Thankfully Bella chose that moment to make a mad dive over your shoulder but you managed to catch her and pop her back into the tub.

"ooo yes get in girl, you have been pouring too much into this company! Its about damn time you focused on yourself" sandy began as she washed Bella lathering the pup with a rather expensive de-sheading anti tangle shampoo.

"Please don't start, I'm doing it now and that's what matters. He is... He messaged me first and things are going good and that's where I'm going to leave it okay? I will update you as we go... I promise" you said releasing the now wet pup as Mandy began rinsing her down. You stepped back to the shelves full of half empty bottles of product. needing to change the topic to avoid daydreaming and fucking up your orders. As great as the wholesaler was this was still expensive stuff and you didn't want to unbalance the books and get more then you needed.

"Oh Bella?~ baby girl its so bad isn't it? Being brushed and washed and massaged? Then getting yourself a blow out and having a nap in the nice cosy play room?" you called over your shoulder condescendingly at the pup who was still snarling out her displeasure. She really was a little brat in the bath.

Another week passed and you were lazing around the house having a duvet day, snuggled in bed with Amii on your lap. Normally your days off were all housework and finalizing orders or paper work but this week was different. With lord whiskey agreeing to taking the old groom room you decided to finally get an extra set of hands in management to take care of paperwork. It was strange at first but worth it. You now hade someone else to rely on, not that you didn't have managers to help out before but now you had a full time employee that's whole role was to take care of the business side and alleviate the pressure. So instead of the normal made rushes and mountain of paperwork you were in bed chatting away with henry.

He had just finished his work out and was relaxing, having a cool down before having yet another painfully boring sounding meeting with his own bosses. You sympathised. Practical work was the bomb! But the theory and paperwork kicked everyones asses. Risk assessments can eat shit! I'm a person and can asses the risk and decided to do it, why answer to a tick box system? But then again everything needed a tick in a box nowadays. You shuffled about grunting as Amii played dead on your lap so you couldn't move her from the comfy slump she was in over your thighs pinning you down.

'Soo you said you game?' was the message that changed the subject, thankfully choosing to move on from speaking about work.

'God yes, when I can'

'What do you play? Sims and stuff?'

'depends if I'm on pc or xbox I'm more into fantasy and historic rpgs, but if I'm on my switch its little farming sims sometimes I branch out to things like shooters but not often, I like the big immersive fantasies!'

'So you really do mix and match are you playing anything atm?'

'I'm doing a re-run of skyrim with a load of mods just to spice things up. And just restarted Witcher wild hunt again'

'You like Witcher?'

'I adore it, Witcher skyrim and dragon age are my all time favourites, do you? Sorry I realise I'm just takeing over, I just get excited, I never really talk about this stuff 😅😅'

'No, no its fine I'm the same, I never really get to geek out anymore with work and stuff. I'm happy to have the chance, and I do love the Witcher too fantasy is my thing😄' henry paused for a moment. Should he? I mean you just said you were replaying it... Would it be big headed? To ask what you thought of the show? Of his performance... I mean it'd be an unbiased view, you wasn't going to try and butter him up you still didn't know it was him.

'So you've watched the show on Netflix I presume?' he typed and pressed send quickly before he lost his nerve.

'Absolutly, I binge watched it a few times.😅'

'You liked it? I know a few people didn't' henry couldn't help but dig a little deeper, he desperately wanted you to have enjoyed it.

'I loved it, but I think it was easier for me to watch bc I new what was roughly going on before hand. Most people that struggled thought it was going to be an easy watch? Like got'

'Oh come on, there must be something you didn't like?🤔🤔'

'😞okay you got me, I was a tad disappointed with geralts eyes you can do the toxic eyes and cat eye potion at least give me a teeny cat eye just a smidge🤏🥺'

'Yes I see what you mean, their could have been a little frame of it but there are always sacrifices when going from books to the big screen 😅'

'But henry's portrayal more then made up for it! That man was on point! I was so happy when they anounced it was him playing Geralt there was no way he was going to fuck it up!' henry stopped breathing. You liked it? You actually like him playing Geralt? His heart swelled and he laughed out loud for some reason you enjoying his work just... It meant the world to him! He was over the moon. Quickly his attention was drawn to his tablet again as another message pinged on screen.

'And I have a little fan theory over the whole eye issue😏'

'Hit me with it I'm all ears'

'Geralt has complete control of his eyes right? And is a softy deep down so my idea was he is always holding his pupils open so he doesn't scare anyone'

'🧐that is brilliant! It makes so much sense! 🥰🥰 its also nice to know I have a little conspiracy fangirl on my hands😁' henry frowned heart clenching as you went quiet, he waited and waited minuets seemed like hours. His mind immediately jump to conclusions terrified you had caught him, that you'd figured out just who you were speaking to. Sweat formed on his brow as he frowned praying he hadn't got a little to close to home and given himself away. Then the dots appeared. You were typing.

'So I was wondering I know we agreed not to at first but since we've chatting every night I thought we could maybe exchange numbers? Only if you want to! No pressure. I'm just excited' henry slumped, melting into his seat. Thank fuck for that! His relief quickly became excitement at the prospect of hearing you! Actually speaking to you properly having an actual phone call? Fuck yes!

'😊😊I was actually trying to find the time to mention it myself, i know its only been three weeks but it feels much longer.'

'Omg thank god! I thought you would think i was rushing you😅here xxx xxxx xxxx' henry was quick to pull out his phone and type the number in, not wasting any time in creating your contact info into his phone book. And whislt doing that also replied to you putting you at ease.

'No not at all, I'm excited I cant wait to hear you🥰'

'Oh god don't build your hopes to high I don't have the most attractive voice it may be the deal breaker😅'

'I doubt that anything could put me off you love, your gorgeous, smart, funny, kind everything I could of dreamed of and soo much more'

'I'm glad its not only me Hank, I have to say I was frightened by how quickly we have become friends, but I suppose it makes sense we are two peas in a pod' henry grinned reading the message and nodded to himself pressing the small green call button and held the phone to his ear feeling confident as he re-read your last message.

You hummed nibbling your lip, chewing it nervously after giving out your number. You couldn't help your mind dredging up all the horror stories of Ted bundy-esque creepy ass psycho killers, luring in prey on the internet... Fuck you were a bigger girl so easy to sweet talk. You whined and snuggled into the massive furry lump on your lap, lacing your fingers into the dogs thick fur. Petting her as your over active imagination conjured scenario's that could end up with you in a eight foot hole in someone's basement ,being told to 'put the lotion in the basket'. Jesus Christ. But it was fine right? He wasn't weirded out or anything? He seemed happy. You were sensible, or at least you thought you were.

You yipped at your phone suddenly vibrated in your hand, you almost threw it across the room. The screen lit up with 'unknown number' you swallowed eyeing the device then nodded answering the call heart beat thundering in your chest your breath picked up you made to speak but couldn't quite make sounds, unable to force the words to roll off your tongue. There was a deep chuckle, gorgeas and rumbling even if it was quiet.

"You have no reason to be frightened darling I'm just as eager to move on" you gasped as the thick voice spoke in slow syllables, calling you by the nick name he had taken to calling you. You'd asked a few girls at work about it, worried things were going to fast. But they had calmed you down saying it was his way of avoiding being freind zoned. You had to admit the cute little names always made you grin and blush, but this? God this was better then anything! His low timber and slightly more eloquent accent uttering the name sent a shiver up your spine.

A surprizing reaction in all honesty, you'd never really thought about voices much, never had a voice kink or really thought anyone could have an attractive voice. Well not a real voice anyway, sometimes characters on tv with low raspy voices got you going Geralt and Alcide to name a few. He almost sounded like the former if you thought about it... Just more refined? A regal soft lilt. It was definetly a voice you could listen to all day, this man could read you a bloody take away menu and you wouldn't even gruff at the extortionate prices. You wet your lips and dug your fingers into the warm dog in your lap breathing deep, filling your lungs with air trying to ease yourself and draw in some courage.

"O-oh your? Really there? Really.. real?" you stuttered slowly. You chided yourself for sounding so silly, so childish. But you couldn't help it you felt completely unprepared. Which irritated you because it was you who'd offered your number, what were you expecting him to do with it? Use carrier pigeon? Of course he was going to call you.

"I'm most definitely real love" he spoke again with a small chuckle, he was clearly amused by your flustered question. You blushed and squirmed on your seat trying to breath quietly, you didn't want him to hear just how on edge you were.

"Oh gosh that's.. wow I cant even, I don't know what to say" you huffed trying to think of something- anything else you could focus on rather then the absolute sex that was his voice, then he spoke once more

"Now, now don't be shy love, I want to hear you, your voice is just as I thought it'd be" henry tried encouraging you wanting to hear you and revel in your sweet voice, wanting to commit it to memory.

"Oh? And what's that then?" you asked trying to be playfull but in all honesty you wasn't hitting the mark, you were to nervous. You'd never really thought about your voice, was it attractive? Or too high? Deep? I mean you were normal, you spoke normal and if anything sounded common.

"Pure and delicate, playful and charming all in one just like the woman it belongs to" henry's breathing hitched as you giggled. The sweet tinkling laugher warmed his heart and made him huff out a chuckle himself. He was so happy he could have cried. It was just so overwhelming to hear you finally, to put a voice to the amazing woman he was slowly falling inlove with. He sometimes grew wary thinking you were too good to be true, that you were a catfish yourself. But here and now he knew. You were as real as him and all it did was solidify his resolve, he was doing the right thing. He was falling for a genuine woman. A real woman with no strings attached, and with any luck you were feeling the same.

"well I think I just found my mans flaw~" you giggled once more blushing under the weight of all the compliments. He was really smooth, smoother then you'd thought and that was saying something.

"really darling? Care to enlighten me?" he quipped playfully you usual banter and teasing between you both flowing just as effortlessly as it had when messaging each other.

"your clearly deaf! Well have no fear, i will talk a little louder and learn some sign language for you~" you laughed out loud he joined you low echoing chuckles that sounded as if they came from a deep wide chest. It was enough to drive you mad with lust, but that may be the new found voice kink brewing.

"well its nice to know you are so committed to your man and his disability love" suddenly you froze and trembled panic and anxiety washed over you clogging your wind pipe at his words... Fuck!

"oh god- no I? Your not really deaf are you? I'm sorry I didn't mean to make fun-" you began apologizing not quite picking up on his sarcasm. Henry was quick to cut you off and stop your guilty rambling.

"No love I'm not deaf I was just pulling your leg" his voice was strained as if he was trying not to laugh at you, but you couldn't really say anything. You were the one nervously crack jokes then immediately trying to take them back. Stumbling your wat through the very first real conversation with a man you were crushing on. God you were such a dweeb!

"oh Jesus you scared the crap out of me" you heaved a sigh wanting to bury yourself into the covers and hide despite knowing he couldn't see your glowing face.

"I apologize darling, I have only the purest of intentions... Well maybe not that pure~ but I don't want to scare you" he grinned when you gasped at his little flirtatious comment. And he wasn't kidding, he found you incredibly attractive and wanted to do all manner of very filthy things with you. It didn't help when you were sending him photos of you drenched nipples hard and drawing him in like a moth to a flame. You probably hadn't even noticed that and he was thankfull for it because you wouldn't have sent it otherwise. It was his favourite photo, apparantly it had been a husky escape from the bath as you switched his lead to another hook.

"your fine, I'm just a little nervous is all" you huffed finally somehow managing to sort yourself out and think clearly overcoming your excitement and nerves.

"I understand but just remember its just me love. So have anything else planned for today?" henry hummed sweetly before giving you a chance to change the topic, you'd never know it was because he was barely holding himself together. He was almost bursting at the seams wanted to laugh and cry and shout all at once. He was completely overwhelmed with joy and relief and wanted to listen to you as much as he possibly could.

Both you and henry then began the nightly ritual of phone calls and texted all day. He even had a new nick name. Puppy. And he couldn't be more thrilled you'd said it was because he made tiny cute puppy whines when you teased him. But he didn't care, he would happily be your puppy anyday!

The weeks became one month, then two and before you knew it you were one week shy of three months. And that was when it happened. Those fateful words left his mouth as he spoke to you just before bed. He had asked to meet, he was certain and confident he wanted to meet you and take this further, and he hadn't really planned to ask it just happened.

"So your really letting lord whiskey in your old groom space? That's incredible, I'm so proud of you for letting them in love. It says volumes for you and your business, that its not all profit driven" henry spoke down the phone as he stirred his tea getting ready to go up to bed.

"I mean it just seems right... No matter the income everyone should be able to get medical care for their animals. And I'd be lying if I didn't hope some people will come into the shop or realise that we are here and come back for our facilities." he smiled at that. You wasn't just trying to make a great profitable business, you cared and wanted to give everyone a reasonably priced alternative to pooch care. And he was right behind you, he loved that you were trying to give owners the chance to spoil their fur babies without breaking the bank. In slashing your prices you'd attracted more customers and been making a great profit, so much so that you could afford to just give away your old groom rooms to the charity for free.

"shop? You have a shop?" he pondered padding about the kitchen giving Kal his nightly biscuit treat and motioned for him to take it upstairs. Which he didn't need to do, Kal new the jig and was already carrying the treat to the stairs.

"yeah it opened last year? The year before maybe? Its small but here with food and treats a few toys and leads... I try to use smaller businesses the brands that you wont see in the bigger shops" you said slowly and he heard a small yawn and rustle of paper. You had said you were packing up and heading to bed for the night soon.

"I may have to pop over with the bear~" he teased coyly humming to himself as he sipped his tea.

"pop over? I.. Well you could I suppose?" you hummed quietly, henrys eyes almost popped out of his head were you inviting him to ask you out? He coughed quickly trying not to choke on the mouthful of tea and then rocked his head from side to side. I mean he could come over and see you.

"I'm only ten minuet's away darling, Kensington... I've actually used your grooming service once or twice getting the bears nails and teeth done"

"oh?! I didn't know that." you said trying to picture the owners of the akita you saw, but honestly? You had soo many customers now it was hard remembering everyone, that and you wasn't really front of house now, you had more and more to deal with back of house, even with the new manager.

"well you do now sweetheart... So? Do you want to meet up tomorrow?" he asked placing his tea down in favour of crossing his fingers hoping he had read your signals right.

"Yeah of course I'm covering for walking duty tomorrow... So I can't really do anything in the morning or early afternoon" henry fist pumped and grinned faking a silent shout of victory as he managed to wrangle a date.

"That's fantastic actually... I could meet you in the park? I'll bring the bear with me and we could walk the dogs and grab a coffee or something?" he said somehow managing to quell his excitement enough to arrange the date properly, placeing a hand on his heart as it beat wildly. The realisation that he could see you- meet you face to face!

"Yeah that sounds like a brilliant idea, will noon be alright? That's when we do a switch over and go back to feed the dogs in day care so I'll have an hour lunch break" you said stuttering a little when it began to sink in that this was happening!

"Its a date I will see you tomorrow at noon love" Henry anounced eagerly suddenly tomorrow couldn't come soon enough!

"See you then puppy, good night sweet dreams" you said needing to hang up and squeal into a pillow or something.

"sweet dreams love" as soon as he hung up he was already scrolling his phone selecting the number he was after and called in a tizzy.

"Piers?! Piers! I'm? Oh god- were meeting tomorrow and fuck- I'm freaking out already! What do I say? What should I wear- kal's coming too do I put his halti on or just his collar- fuck I don't know what to do!? Please help!" he yelped down the phone to the unsuspecting man drawing a deep sigh from him before he began talking him down.

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Coffee On a Tuesday - Namjoon x Reader [One-Shot]

Synopsis: Never judge a book by its cover, unless you’re using that cover to flirt with the cute boy a few tables over.

*this is a gift for my friend @saesbyeols / @byeolbitch who is a Joonie lover. <3 Please go support her she’s a wonderful fic writer

Genre: Romance, College AU, Slight Vmin being goofy, Quirky and Awkward Flirting

Length: approx. 7.2k words

Coffee on a Tuesday - Namjoon x Reader [ONE-SHOT]

College means a lot of different things for different people: working hard towards your goals, creating memories with different people all different places as you honed your skills together, staying up until 3 a.m. partying while your 10-page paper sat idly on your dorm room desk with nothing more than your name on it, scarfing ramen down for breakfast, lunch, and dinner almost 5 days out of the week. Regardless of the experience, college was a place where anything and everything could happen. Despite the endless different paths that interwove among each other throughout the campus, you found yourself following the same one every day: the path leading directly to your dream job. To do that, however, you had to follow the path that led to the library. Your career required a lot of studying, a lot of time dedicated to your academics. Parties were few and far between for you, because even if you did go, you would find yourself mingling with the mathematical equations in your head rather than other partygoers. Today was another day that you found yourself strolling down the bustling paths, past groups of friends chatting about homework and weekend plans. The break-in your classes allowed you the perfect opportunity to utilize the library during a time where afternoon classes were in full swing, it was glorious. The campus library acted as both a place for college goers and the public, however, during stressful moments in school such as finals, or summer classes, the building would mostly be inhabited by stressful college students who needed a quiet place to get their work done. It didn’t bother you who was in the library, or when you were there. You just loved to be there.

Stepping into the library almost immediately eliminated the polluted chaos of outdoor conversation, and soft conversations scattered through the building took their place. Librarians chatted with one another behind their long desk, students passed by with their noses in books as they looked around for a place to study. Just by standing in the front entrance of the building, you turned immediately in the direction you wanted. This library was a convoluted maze to the untrained freshman eye, any amateur could find themselves lost in rows and rows of romance novels for hours while they try to locate the science fiction. This was not an issue for you, as you had memorized the library map long before even memorizing your school schedule. The library was your safe space, no doubt about that. Fixing your bag that rested on your shoulder, you made your way towards the collection of tables that were set in an open area for students to together and sit while they studied the day away. This area tended to be the most crowded, and you could see people lined up against the walls as they used their laptops, while other students sat in small groups and studied or worked on group projects together, whispering to each other as to not disturb their neighbors. You quickly found a home at a small, two-chair table, using the other unavailable seat as a backpack holder. You nestled yourself cozily into your high-raised seat and pulled out all of your books from your morning classes, flipping to the homework pages and quickly getting to work as you tuned out the commotion happening around you.

Homework problems were being solved at a blazing pace, flipping from one page to the next, and scribbling down all that you could. The answers were easy to find if you just looked hard enough in the text. You could never understand the students who claimed they couldn’t find the problems – that normally meant that they didn’t try hard enough. But that wasn’t the case for you. Before you knew it, the assignments for one of your classes were completed. A smug grin popped on your face as you shut your textbook and notebook, stuffing them back in your pockets.

“What should I do now?” you mumbled to yourself, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you scanned the area. As you did so, an unfamiliar sight caught your attention. A tall man in light blue jeans and a black and white striped shirt strolled into the area full of tables. He fixed his glasses, which shielded two beautiful dragon-shaped eyes behind their thick frames. The man strolled in here as if he had built the place himself, knowing every nook, cranny, and corner of the building, though this was the first time you had ever seen him at this hour. Your head remained still, but your eyes were on him like a hawk watching its unsuspecting – and frankly very attractive – prey, trailing him as he walked towards an open table only a few feet away and plopped himself down. You were sitting perpendicular to him, so you would have to turn your head if you wanted a good look at him. Quickly, you shuffled your seat to the other side of the table, giving yourself a much better view. The man opened up his bag and pulled out a book, not a textbook, or a notebook, just a book. The distance prevented you from reading the title, but it seemed like one he had already begun reading, as he flipped the book to the middle, bending the spine almost perfectly in half, fixing his glasses, and seemingly beginning to read.

Wonder what he’s reading. You thought to yourself. Glancing over at your bag, you took one more scan around the vicinity. Everyone in the area seemed to be busy, so you had no problem leaving your bookbag to guard your spot while you got up. Maybe I can start up a conversation. Swinging your legs forward, you hopped out of the seat and slowly began making your way towards the silent man, whose stunning almond-shaped eyes were still glued to the pages in front of him. You had to admit, the intensity to which he was reading was really hot. As you walked closer, however, you began to get a bit nervous. Would he be annoyed that you interrupted him? You had no idea what you would ever say to successfully have a conversation with him. You could see him getting closer and closer to you with every step you took, each one making your heart race just a beat faster. He got closer and closer and closer…

….and you walked right past him.

Letting out a deep exhale, you quickened your pace into one of the many rows of books. You craned your head just slightly to see if he turned towards the figure that had just passed him, but it seemed like he did not. When the opportunity presented itself, you found yourself hiding in the self-help section of books, which, unsurprisingly, was vast in its options for any and all helpless college students. You watched from afar as the boy idly flipped his papers and continues to read as if there was nobody else in the world except for him and this book.

I don’t know what to say to get his attention. You thought to yourself, lips pursed together in aggravated frustration. Just as you continued to rack your brain, finally, the boy’s head lifted up from its craned position down at the book. Even though he was not looking in your direction, you instinctively found yourself hiding deeper within the wall of shelves. As you did, your eyes scanned the spines of multiple different self-help books. How to Cook Without Burning the House Down: A Guide to Prevent Fires, How to Do Laundry and Smell Nicer, How to Manage Your Time…. Titles like these continued throughout the rows. You had to admit, a few of them gave you a chuckle, just at the idea that some students really do need to know these things when they leave home for the first time. As you were scanning, your eyes fell upon one in particular.

How to Say Hello: A Guide for People With Social Anxiety.

“Maybe this?” you mumbled to yourself, pulling out the book from its spot on the shelf. Holding it in your hands, you saw the title was big, bold, taking up most of the cover, while the subtitle was not as noticeable. You quickly skimmed through the thin book, wondering if the contents inside were helpful. You were sociable, sure, but for some reason, the second you laid eyes on this man, it was as if you lost all ability to function like you did moments ago. As you thumbed through the pages, the sound of a chair pushing back was heard, and you looked up. From where you stood, you could see the boy get up from his chair and set his book in his bag. Was he leaving? He turned to a young girl at the table beside him, tapping on his shoulder. When the woman looked over, the boy smiled.

“Would you just watch my stuff while I run to the bathroom?”

“Sure…” the girl said softly, her voice trembling slightly. A smile formed on his face.

“Thank you.” He nodded, before beginning his trip to the bathroom. Now you were your chance. Glancing back down at your book, you walked over towards your seat once again. The boy's table was slowly approaching your vision, and you scanned his backpack, sitting idly in the seat next to his. Your eyes took a moment to dart towards the girl, who had turned back around to type away on her laptop. When the coast was clear, you set the book gently on the table where the boy sat and returned to your seat. As you got comfortable again, you pulled out a textbook and opened it to a random page. You didn’t know which one, your eyes were focused on the seat in front of you. It was time to play the waiting game.

It felt like forever, but you finally saw the boy stroll back to his seat, tapping the girl gently on the shoulder and offering his sincerest thanks with a radiant smile on his face. He took his seat and you found yourself a lot more nervous than you thought you would be. The boy looked down and his eyes fell onto the book on his table. An eyebrow arched in curiosity; he lifted the book in his hand.

“...What the-?” He mouthed to himself, looking around the immediate vicinity. You saw how confused he looked, and it made you giggle. As a pair of stunning eyes fell onto you, your giggling immediately stopped. An eyebrow arched in confusion, and you quickly hid your head behind your algebra textbook. Despite getting exactly what you wanted, the idea of him looking at you made you very nervous. You heard a ‘huh’ from his direction and poked your head back up to see him just as he set the book aside, scooping up his own book. Before he dove back into reading, his eyes raised up to meet you again. This time, you offered a shy wave. He chuckled; eyes turned up behind his dark-rimmed glasses. A hand raised up, and he returned your wave, before finally looking back down at his book.

The man seemed distracted now, his focus placed entirely on the world written before his eyes. It was perfect timing too, as your afternoon classes were coming up, and you needed to head over there. You collected your stuff into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you hopped off of the chair. With one more glance at the handsome man at the other table, you waited to see if he would lookup. When he did not, you simply headed down the hall and out the library doors.

As you strolled down the campus walkway, you kept thinking about your actions in the library. Was that guy amused? Was he creeped out? He was probably creeped out. It’s not everyday people communicate through books as if they were letters sent by pigeon mail.

“....I need to call Jimin.” You mumbled to yourself, your hand slipping into your jacket pocket. As it sunk deeper and deeper, eventually hitting the bottom of your pocket, your eyes widened. “What the-?” Immediately, you stopped in your tracks, shaking your hand in your pocket rapidly, your heart beating faster with every second that passed and you did not have your phone in your pocket. “Okay, uhm…” you pursed your lips together and try to think. “...FUCK, it’s probably in the library.” Without missing a beat, you spun on your heels and hurried back to the library as quick as your feet would carry you.

When you arrived back at the library, you quickly caught your breath at the door, calming yourself as you headed towards the table you sat at. The area was slightly less packed compared to when you left, but you still saw the boy, sitting in the same chair and reading the same book behind the same rimmed glasses. He flipped the pages of his book silently, and you hurried to your table. Your phone, thank God, was still on the table, undisturbed by anyone else. As you scooped it up, you noticed a book was resting right beside it. You lifted it up, reading the title.

The Girl With the Pretty Smile. The pastel colors decorating the book signaled that this was most definitely a romance book for younger readers, a freshman in college, or even the occasional non-campus attendee who wandered into the library with friends. It was childishly amusing, in a nostalgic kind of way. You looked up, scanning the area to see if you could determine how this book ended up here. You assumed someone had taken this seat after you left. However, much to your surprise, your eyes landed on the boy, whose eyes were finally raised from his book and in your direction. A slight blush tinted your cheeks when he offered you an amused smile. Though his eyes were soft, for some reason, you felt a burning in your cheeks. You couldn’t help it, there was something about the way he carried himself, the way he smiled and the way he sat, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him. You had to glance back down at the book and study it for a moment, before looking back at the boy. Yet again, his attention was on his book. Your face went absolutely red, and you had to set the book down, hurrying out of the library before he dared look back up at you like that again.

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“I don’t know why I was dragged along to this.”

“Because, Jimin, I want you to see for yourself. He’s really cute.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Jimin huffed. Ever since that afternoon in the library, you had seen that mysterious boy show up at the library more and more. He would sit in the same spot, putting you at a perfect view from behind your textbooks. While he was sitting in his spot, reading whatever book he had chosen as his written entertainment today, you would peruse the isles of books nearby, looking for ones with interesting or funny titles you could use to interact with him. At first, he didn’t seem to understand what you were trying to do. You waited for your moment to strike each time, and not knowing how long it would take, or if it would even happen, would leave you anxious, yet slightly excited at the same time. He would come back from wherever he would go, sit back down, and stare at the new book found right beside his current one. You would continue to eye him from behind your biology textbooks, frequently finding your eyes darting back down into the pages when his eyes would lift in your direction. Jimin watched you look around one of the isles, your eyes scanning the walls of various books. “Why don’t you just, oh I don’t know, talk to him?”

“Every time I walk past him to the books, I try, but I chicken out and walk right past him.”

“Why?”

“He’s just too handsome. I get intimidated.” You pouted as you heard Jimin snicker in amusement behind you.

“Has he ever responded?”

“He did the first time, but that’s all. Now he just kind of chuckles and goes on reading.”

“He probably wants you to talk to him in person,” Jimin said.

“Oooooh, what do you know? You don’t even know who he is. Just help me find a good book title.”

“I will not help you in your little hermit flirting game.” Jimin teased, pulling at the spine of a book at the end of the aisle. “I’ll be looking around. Go have fun.” You watched as Jimin made his way to a different aisle, leaving you alone to peruse. You embraced the new silence that surrounded you. It felt like forever that you were looking, but then, you heard a voice approaching the desks. Immediately, you turned your head, and two male figures entered the room. The male was entering, talking quietly to yet another incredibly handsome man with a white alpaca tee shirt and jeans. You made sure to keep yourself out of view as you scurried to the next aisle, watching as Jimin flipped through the pages of what seemed to be a romance novel.

“Jimin.” You gasped, making him lookup. “I see him. He just walked in.” Without letting your friend say anything, you took him by the wrist, leading him back towards the end of the aisle. “There.” You pointed. “The one with the glasses.” There was a moment of silence, and you looked over at Jimin, trying to gauge his reaction. Jimin sighed, looking at you. “Well?”

“Kim Namjoon?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow. “That’s Kim Namjoon, literally one of the smartest kids on campus.” You blinked, eyes falling back towards Namjoon, who was sitting across from his friend, both of them skimming through textbooks.

“Really?”

“Yeah, and the other guy is Kim Seokjin. His boyfriend.” Jimin’s eyes fell on you, watching as they went extraordinarily wide in surprise. He had to cover his mouth so he wouldn’t laugh. “I’m kidding, they’re like best friends. They’re older than us by a few years, but they both do tutoring sessions for the younger students.”

“I had no idea.”

“Maybe because you don’t need tutoring. But Taehyung and I see them at our science tutoring every week.” Jimin explained. “He’s really nice. I’m sure if you go over to him and talk, he’ll be more than interested in starting a conversation.”

“No way, not with his friend there.” You huffed. Jimin rolled his eyes, chuckling. “What book did you find?” you asked, yanking the text from his hands before he could even reply. Staring at the cover, you blinked. The covers held a myriad of beautiful blue tones, resembling that of the deep ocean. Across the top of the cover were the words Pretty Boy written in a white, wispy font. Your eyes immediately shot back up to Namjoon, who was scribbling his studies away. “I have to wait for my chance to strike.”

“What is he, prey?” Jimin asked. “Whatever, I’m going back to the table.” You watched Jimin put his hands in his pockets and head back towards your spot. As he approached Namjoon as Seokjin, he turned to them. “Hi, Hyungs.” He said softly. The boys looked up.

“Hey Jimin~.” Namjoon grinned. “How are you?”

“Fine. Studying~.” You watched the trio have a conversation for a few moments before Jimin nodded his head and continued heading towards your table. Before he did, however, he was sure to turn to you and grin, his eyebrows raised as if to say ‘See how easy it is?’ You couldn’t help but pout at your cocky friend as he walked back to the table.

Good for you being a social butterfly, Jimin. You thought to yourself. You continued waiting for your chance to head over, watching them. As you did, you watched Namjoon’s eyes raise up, staring directly in the area you were standing in. The minute his eyes fixated on your, you felt your cheeks go absolutely red hot, and you turned away, covering your face with the book. It was quiet in the library, so the chuckle that Namjoon emitted seemed a lot louder in your ears than it most likely was to anyone else. After a moment of collecting yourself, you heard the sound of the chair being pushed back against the floor. When you looked over your shoulder, Namjoon and Seokjin were standing up. Namjoon motioned his head towards a nearby isle of books, heading over his hands in his pockets as Seokjin followed suit, grinning in amusement. You could’ve sworn his eyes darted in your direction, but you were too nervous to be sure it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. As your eyes fell back towards the book, the title staring you right in the face, you knew this was your chance. Peeking around the corner, you could see faint glimpses of the boys a few isles down, scanning some books. Jimin was flipping through pages of his biology textbooks. So, you began walking back to your seat, biting your lip. As you passed Namjoon’s seat, you quickly set the book down on top of his opened algebra book, before picking up your pace and practically throwing yourself in your seat. As you settled, you looked up at Jimin, an amused grinning staring back at you. “What?”

“You’re funny.” He said. “You could’ve just talked to him.” Before you could respond, you heard footsteps heading back over. Glancing over, you saw Namjoon and Seokjin walking back to their seats, books in their hands. Though your neck was craned down to your book, your eyes were directed at Namjoon. As he pulled his seat back, a smile graced his lips. He lifted up the book in his hands and he looked over the cover, even showing it to Seokjin. Namjoon looked over to you, and you blushed. He lifted the book up slightly, making sure you knew he had it, and that he enjoyed it, before sitting back down, his back to you as he and Seokjin returned to their studying. “So looks like Pretty Boy over there might actually find it cute.”

“You didn’t think he would?” you asked.

“I would’ve found it creepy, honestly,” Jimin admitted. You huffed. “Whatever, just study.”

A little bit of time passed, all parties in the library focused on their studies before afternoon classes. Every so often, you would look at Namjoon, who was flipping from one book to another, studying as much as he could before it was time to go. You have finished up your biology studies and closed your book. Based on the time flashing on the lock screen on your phone, you had time to kill before you and Jimin needed to pack up and meet Taehyung for afternoon classes. Jimin looked like he was still taking some intense notes, so you decided you would go look for some more books. Maybe you would get some ideas for next time, or, maybe even find something to read in your free time. You walked in the opposite direction of the boys, into an aisle dedicated to sci-fi stories. You didn’t think you could find a book for Namjoon in here, but you weren’t really planning to at this point. Surprisingly enough, you forgot that these books you were passing to Namjoon was meant to be read for more than just their titles.

You looked around for what seemed like a little while, but unfortunately, found nothing that really sparked your interest. It was good to stretch your legs after all of your studying, so you wouldn’t immediately write these few minutes as a total loss. However, you knew it was time you would probably head back to your seat, afternoon classes crept up on you with every minute that passed by. As you headed towards your seat again, you still saw Jimin sitting in his seat, writing notes just as he was doing when you left a few minutes prior. However, as you approached the table, you immediately noticed something sitting on your textbooks that were not there when you had left. As you took your seat, you saw The Case of the Silent Beauty written on a book cover. It was a black book, with the face of a woman on it. The woman’s face was only shown from her nose to her chin, a piece of duct tape put over the face. On the tape, was the words Silent Beauty from the title, written in an eloquent red. You lifted the book up, examining the mysterious cover for a moment, before glancing at Jimin. He looked up at you.

“Don’t look at me.” He said, motioning to the table only a few feet away. You looked over and saw Namjoon’s back. He was still writing stuff down. However, the sound of Jimin’s voice must have alerted him, because he looked up and over his shoulder. He saw the book held in your hands, and he grinned. Jimin watched your ears turn an extra two shades of pink. You looked down at the book, flipping open to the first page. Namjoon chuckled, before turning back to his studies and leaving you to read.

Yeah, books are meant to be for reading.

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Finals week, the most stressful time of any college student’s career. It was a time where all of a student’s professors decide to throw a handful of projects, chapter readings, assignments, and hell, even an unnecessary paper or two into the mix of constant due dates that came with preparing for the already stressful final exams. This was a time of the year where the library was filled to the brim with anxious students, constantly flipping through the pages of their textbooks as they tried to make sure they take in every piece of information they possibly can before they sit down for the final day. You were doing the exact same thing, sitting around a circular table with Taehyung and Jimin as the three of you doing whatever necessary to make sure everything was done and was done well before it was submitted. You had to admit, normally this was a time where you would stress, your time management skills skyrocketing to insanely amazing levels. Taehyung and Jimin were sitting next to one another, looking over notes and study guides they had prepared long before finals week began for a class that they shared together, while you were skimming over a mock test that Jimin had made for your upcoming human anatomy final. It was a simple quiz, involving labeling different parts of the human body. The systems, the bones, the functions, anything Jimin could collect from your months of classes were put into a mock test scribbled down on notebook paper. You were finishing the test up, doing your best not to use your notes for help, as they would be of no use to you the day of when you caught a vision. Namjoon was passing by, a stack of books in his hands as he searched the area for an available seat. Your eyes wandered over to him for a brief moment, and you smiled. Namjoon – or Pretty Boy as Jimin now referred to him as - and you had been playfully communicating through fun book titles a total of 6 days over a month and a half. There were times he wasn’t there when you were, and vice versa, so you took the time to search for titles and keep a note of them for future encounters. Each time you exchanged books, Namjoon would simply smile and turn his head back to his work, most likely because you were far too nervous to talk to him, and that nervousness was etched on your face as clearly as the answer to your mock quiz were in your textbook. However, knowing that he was here now made you happy, at peace in some sort of weird way. Despite this, however, you were unsure if you would be able to find the time to casually peruse for a book. Not only that but would Namjoon even leave his seat today? He wasn’t the smartest kid on campus for nothing, of course, he had to study constantly. Taehyung must have noticed your eyes wander because he tossed an eraser at your head.

“Ow.” You pouted.

“Focus. You don’t have time to be your shy little nerd self.” He said simply. You pouted, looking back down at your test questions. “Are you done?”

“Almost.” You mumbled. Setting the paper down, you continued to label and draw and circle the correct answers left on the back of the page. “Alright, I’m finished.” You passed the test over to Jimin, who looked up.

“Okay. I’ll grade it in a second.” He said.

“What else should I study?” You asked. “I’m only really worried about the anatomy final.”

“Then just study anatomy.” Taehyung said, not even looking up from his notes now, his pencil scribbling along with the paper. You nodded, looking down at your book as your friends continued to work beside you. You flipped through some pages, wrote down some terms, but soon enough, found yourself growing bored. Well, maybe bored wasn’t the word. More like…distracted. You couldn’t stop thinking about Namjoon, only a few tables away and studying just as hard as you should have been. But you couldn’t. Damn him and his good looks, and intellectual appeal, it was throwing your intellect out of whack.

“I’m going to walk and read.” You said, lifting up your anatomy book. The boys lifted their heads as they watched you flip the book open to the bookmarked page. Chapter 13, the Reproductive System, and read as you headed towards the shelves of books. As you disappeared behind one of the isles, the boys turned to each other.

“She’s not going to study, is she?” Jimin asked.

“I doubt it,” Taehyung said. They simply shrugged, leaving you to your own devices as Jimin lifted up your anatomy quiz and began to grade it. You were walking around the isles, occasionally glancing between your book and the ones tempting you on the shelves. You were trying to stay focused, reading instead of book title hunting, however, you wanted to pass one off to Namjoon today. It had been about two weeks since you had seen him, most likely due to the increase in work both of you had due, and that time apart made you feel a bit lonely. Well, as lonely as you could feel towards someone you’ve had not a single word to, but still! As you reached the end of the book isle, you finally closed the anatomy book, marking your spot with your cute little bookmark that you had gotten at a school fair.

“I give up.” You said. As you turned your head, a sea of books took over your eyes. You set your anatomy book under your arm and began to look through the options. You looked around, eyeing the spines of books in hopes that a fun and interesting title would catch your eye. When finals were over and summer break began, you were unsure when you would be able to see Namjoon again before the new term started. Things would be different next semester, and you wanted to be sure that this book would be the best one yet because it made be the last. As you kept looking, Jimin’s voice entered the back of your mind.

Why don’t you just talk to him?

“He’s right. I should probably finally say something.” You hummed to yourself. “I’m being childish…” you hugged your anatomy book to your chest as you continued to look around. You knew you weren’t to social, at least not as social as Jimin or Taehyung, but you knew how to talk to people! So, what was so weird about talking to Namjoon? His looks? Well yeah, he’s really good looking. But as you saw through Jimin, Namjoon seemed incredibly approachable and kind, not hesitating at all to have a conversation with Jimin. There was a part of you that knew extremely well that you were being irrational in regards to speaking to Namjoon, but you couldn’t help it! You huffed, pulling out a few books from the shelves and looking them over. “This is unique…it’s cute. I don’t know anyone else who has flirted with a guy like this, it’s my thing, he must like it because he keeps giving me books back.” You looked over books and smiled a bit as you scanned them over. Finally, you found a book that you felt fit extremely well. It was a cute little short story called Coffee on a Tuesday, the cover a collection of soft yellows and oranges reminiscent of a sunrise. A table stood in view of the rising sun with a freshly brewed cup of coffee resting on it, allowing not only the characters inside, but the reader, to start the day off feeling refreshed and energized as if they had just drunk a cup of coffee. This was perfect, it would finally move you from short, choppy sentences that made little to no sense, to actually asking him out on a date. “Take that, Jimin.” You huffed to yourself, tucking the book away with your anatomy book as you headed back to the table to wait for your chance. As you headed back, you glanced towards Namjoon’s table. He wasn’t there. Your eyes quickly scanned the room, and you saw Namjoon making his way into one of the nearby isles, hands in his pockets as he looked around quietly. Now would most likely be your only chance! You walked past Namjoon’s table, your eyes constantly darting in his direction to make sure he didn’t look over, and you grabbed the book in your hands. Quickly, you set the book down on top of his textbooks before speed walking back to your table. When you arrived, you sighed in relief, watching Taehyung and Jimin give you a confused look. “I did it. I found a book with a good title. It’s almost like I asked him on a date.”

“Told you she didn’t read her book,” Taehyung said to Jimin, who nodded in agreement. Jimin glanced down at the book in your hands, and his eyebrow cocked in confusion.

“Hey…what do you have there?” he asked. Before you could respond, Jimin leaned forward and yanked the book from your hands. As he did, your eyes fell onto a sunset with a cup of coffee on a table. “…Coffee on a Tuesday, hm?” Jimin hummed, glancing up at you. “This is what you were studying?” You quickly yanked the book back and scanned it, your eyes widened.

“Then where’s my textbook?” you asked. Almost immediately, your head swiveled around to the anatomy textbook, sitting right where you accidentally slammed it above Namjoon’s textbooks. “Oh God, fuck.” You groaned, hearing your friends stifle their laughter at the mix-up. “I need to get it before-.” Just as you were about to get up, you saw Namjoon heading back to his table, a few books in his hands as he headed over. “…Too late. Guess it’s time to die.” You groaned, running a hand across your face. You didn’t want to look, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away. How would he react to a Human Anatomy book with a big noticeable bookmark leading to the human reproductive system react?

Namjoon immediately noticed the book, his head tilting his slight confusion. He lifted it up, flipping open to the page with the bookmark inside. That was exactly what you were dreading. As his eyes fell on the page in question, his eyes widened, and he had to stifle a laugh. You groaned, wanting to crawl into a hole and die when you saw him look in your direction. You immediately turned away, staring at your friends who were still flashing goofy grins.

“It’s not funny.”

“Yes, it is.” They said together. Just before you could get up and flee the country, you heard footsteps approach your table.

“…Are you trying to tell me something with this one?” A deep voice hummed playfully behind you. When you turned, Namjoon was standing with the page flipped open, pointing to the figures that depicted the male and female reproductive systems and their parts. Pretty Boy was here, in the flesh.

“N-no, it was an accident…” You choked out. “That’s my anatomy textbook.” Namjoon smiled, before simply passing it over to you. You took it and held it close to your chest. Not yet had you looked Namjoon in the eyes. You couldn’t.

“I figured. But it was funny.” He quickly pulled a chair up to the table and sat down, saying his hellos to Taehyung and Jimin. “I thought you suddenly got bold.”

“I never talk to you, what would make you think that?” you mumbled shyly. Namjoon shrugged.

“Nothing, in particular, I guess.” He said. “What was the book you wanted to give me?” He motioned to the one poking out from your tightly knitted arms. “Is that one it?”

“No.” You said quickly. “Please forget it.” Namjoon glanced at the boys, who shrugged.

“Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?” He asked.

“It’s not… It’s not that…” you said softly. Namjoon nodded.

“Right. I look forward to seeing what you actually wanted to say when you’re ready. Sorry for bothering you guys.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jimin said as Namjoon stood up. “You delayed the lecture she’s about to get for almost failing her mock quiz.” He passed you back the exam, a big red 60 written on top. “She seems to have been distracted before.”

“Anatomy is my worst subject.”

“Sure it is…” Taehyung nodded.

“If you need help, I do a lot of tutoring in different subjects.” Namjoon offered. “Consider it a…trade, for the mix-up?” You finally glanced up at him and saw that he was offering you a wide smile. “It’ll help me study for my tests, so we all win.”

“I-.”

“She would love to,” Taehyung said quickly. You glanced over at him with wide eyes, Taehyung simply slipping your textbooks into your bag and passing it to you. “We’re studying other classes anyway, so go. Be free.” He grinned his little boxy smile, and you never realized you could hate it until right now. You have no idea what possessed you to do it, but you grabbed your bag and stood up, following Namjoon to his table. At least, you think you were. You were moving, but your heart was beating so loud in your ears you couldn’t hear your footsteps. As you sank down in the seat beside Namjoon, he took the textbook back as well as the mock exam.

“Let’s see.” He smiled over at you, before fixing his glasses and skimming over the contents of the test. You watched him silently for a moment, taking the opportunity to examine Namjoon up close. He was much more handsome from this distance than he ever could be from afar, his skin was smooth and his hair was laid in such a pretty way. You sighed softly as you watched him. “It looks like you know a lot of stuff, you just seem to be confused about some of the names of different things.” Namjoon flipped to the necessary pages in the book. “Let’s get to work, shall we?” You nodded, leaning forward slightly as he began to speak.

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Finals week had passed, and you found yourself wandering the library for one last time before the semester came to an end. You found yourself doing this before every major break away from campus because you enjoyed the peacefulness of the library so much. The past month and a half had led to a handful of interesting interactions that disturbed your normally peaceful routine in ways you had not expected, however, you in no way minded those changes. You looked up and down the aisles, before turning to one and seeing a familiar face. Kim Namjoon, with his glasses perched upon his nose as always. He was glancing at a shelf just below eye level, causing him to lean forward just slightly. You hadn’t spoken to him since he tutored you for your anatomy test, which thankfully helped much more than you thought. You hadn’t even been looking for any new books. The one you had found during studying, you never ended up giving to him, the embarrassment from the mix up just totally pulling you out of that playfully flirty mood you had felt just moments before. However, maybe now was your chance. As you walked closer, you noticed Namjoon look over in your direction, and he smiled.

“Hey. Long time no see.” He said as you approached. “Looking at books?” You nodded, and he hummed. “Yeah, me too. I always get a bit sad when the library closes to the public so they can do summer classes.”

“I know. It makes me want to take summer classes.” You joked, and Namjoon laughed, which made your heart flutter. That was the first time you really ever heard it, and it was lovely. “I uhm…thanks for helping me with studying.”

“No problem. Did you pass?”

“Yes.”

“Good!” He grinned. “Glad I could help.” You nodded, stepping just slightly closer to him so you could see more books. “Looking for something in particular?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You said softly, your eyes raised up to higher shelves.

“So am I.”

“I thought I saw it here last time, but-.” Suddenly, you got on your tiptoes. “I think that’s it.”

“Oh? What a coincidence, same here.” Namjoon said. You lifted your arm to grab the book, however, a big hand reached in front of yours, grabbing the book you were going for. “Oh.” He said, looking at you as you lower your hand. “Was that the book you-?” When you nodded, he hummed, pulling it off the shelf and examining it for a moment. “It looks interesting. I thought I would read it.”

“Yeah, I agree.” You said softly. Namjoon suddenly passed you the book, and you took it into your hands. The beautifully warm colors and the coffee cup starred you in the face, as the oak-colored title stared back at you.

“I knew it was that book you were going to show me,” Namjoon said. “I had found it a few days before and I actually was planning to use it on you, so hopefully you would talk to me.” You glanced at him as Namjoon pulled his hand out of his pocket. “So, what do you say? Coffee?” You nodded your head, smiling.

“I’m free next Tuesday.”

~END~

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Out of place

Summary: As Dean’s non-hunter girlfriend you feel out of place. Leaving you alone at the bar doesn’t make you feel better.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, OFC Arielle

Warnings: angst, language, insecure reader, non-hunter reader, comforting, fluff, alcohol abuse (no addiction)

Words: 2,6 k

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

Out of place, that’s how you feel as Dean talks to Jo about his latest hunt. She’s glued to his lips, absorbing everything your boyfriend has to say. He talks and talks, ignoring you the whole evening.

It’s not like you took the day off to have the chance to go out. It’s not like you waited for three weeks for him to come around only to leave you alone in this shady bar, talking to other hunters.

You feel out of place as Sam starts talking to Garth about something you don’t quite understand. You are not a hunter; you know monsters are lurking in the dark. There are demons, vampires, and other creatures trying to kill people but right here and now, you feel lost.

“You don’t feel like you belong either, huh…” Charlie sighs. You like the red-haired, quirky girl, at least she is talking to you like you are a normal human being.

“I feel out of place, again. I took the day off to spend time with Dean only to sit here and watch him talking to this blonde girl, a huntress. I know I’m not like her, but it would’ve been nice to spend time with the man I love after three weeks of being worried about him and his brother.” Your eyes meet Jo’s as she smirks at you, of course, she does.

“She’s a bitch, I guess,” Charlie mutters sticking her tongue out, making Jo look away. “Always tries to get close to Dean. Pitiful girl.”

“At least she’s got his attention, can’t say the same for me, Charlie. Maybe Dean lost interest. I’m not like these girls. Most of the time I’m busy at work, with distance learning and doing silly things like painting my walls pink. I guess he finally realized we do not match.” You whisper as Jo walks toward the counter to order another drink.

“Finally! You should see Dean is not your type of man, or rather you are not his type. He’s bored with you, just too nice to break things up.” Jo snarls and you try to ignore her. “Dean is not into little girls who can’t defend themselves. You better leave.”

Charlie jumps up, glaring at Jo. “Who asked you for your opinion, stupid bitch,” Charlie yells and Dean turns around, ready to defend Jo.

“What’s wrong with you, Charlie? We are all friends here.” Dean mutters glaring at his friend.

“Really? ‘cause your so-called friend attacked your girlfriend and you didn’t even realize, too busy to talk to anyone but her.” Charlie retorts.

“Y/N was having fun with you. I talked to a few friends. Now apologize to Jo. She did nothing wrong.” Dean warns and Charlie scoffs. “Or else - what? Will you ignore me like you ignored your girlfriend? Do you let Jo talk low about me like she did with Y/N not two minutes ago?” Charlie snarls.

“Charlie, Jo would never…” Dean tries, and you place one hand onto Charlie’s shoulder. “It’s fine.” You whisper. “I’m tired, I’m going to leave, Dean. Have fun with your friends.” You say hoping he will follow you outside but he’s busy talking to Jo, who started to ‘fake’ crying.

“Night.” You add before you walk out of the bar, with Charlie by your side.

“Asshole,” Charlie mutters slinging an arm around your shoulder. “I’m sorry for yelling…”

“Nah, I finally saw the truth, Jo is right. Dean is bored or rather he lost interest. I’m just me, not some fighting goddess, armed to her teeth.” You shrug. “I’ll drive back home.”

“Do you have a car?” Charlie asks.

“No, Dean picked me up. I’ll call my roommate. She will pick me up, owes me one.”

“’m sorry for the shitty night. Maybe we can meet up again and have a girl’s night?” Charlie asks and you nod. “Sure, Charlie. Anytime.”

“Cool.”

“Will you tell me what happened, hun?” Arielle asks and you look out of the window. How shall you tell her why Dean lost interest?

“Dean lost interest. I’m too boring, I guess. The women he’s working with are exciting and dunno…” You sniffle.

“He’s an idiot, you know that. Hell, you almost lost your job only to spend the night with him, such an asshole. Should cut his balls off.” Your friend mutters and you give her a cracked smile.

“I knew this wouldn’t work out. We are too different, Arielle. I just was head over heels for him, not his fault I’m not what he wants. Can we buy ice cream?”

“Already did. Steve didn’t show up, which means he decided to go back to his ex-girlfriend. We are two sad examples of womanhood. Maybe we should become nuns?” Arielle teases and you chuckle lightly at her comment.

“Maybe we should, but the ice cream, booze, and your vibrator would break the rules for sure, girl.” You smirk and she sighs heavily. “Fuck, now a girl can’t even become a nun. I won’t give Jerry up …”

“You are still calling your vibrator Jerry?”

Her eyes meet yours and she smirks. “Jerry O’Connell still makes me hot and bothered.” Arielle retorts.

“Whatever floats your boat, Arie…” Talking to your friend let you forget your heartbreak for a moment. You waited ten minutes outside the bar with Charlie before you called Arielle, he didn’t come to say goodnight…

“Charlie? Where is Y/N? I thought she went back to the motel with you.” Dean asks glancing around the room, only to find your things are gone, only the keys to the room lie abandoned on your shared bed.

“Well, she’s back at home. She thought you are more into talking to Jo than spending time with your girlfriend who almost lost her job only to have a day off, to spend it with you. I can tell, you lost Y/N tonight. I wouldn’t dare to call her ever again.” Charlie grunts grabbing her bag, ready to leave too.

“Where are you going?” Sam asks.

“Home, like Y/N. We are not needed or wanted here. Jo is the better choice to spend your time with. I guess she just waits for you to show up…”

“Wait…what do you mean with never call Y/N again? She’s my girlfriend.” Dean gasps glancing at the keys on the bed.

“Dude, you ignored everything I told you. Jo said to your girlfriend you are bored, that you don’t match, okay. Y/N had doubts herself, Jo pushed her further but what killed her was your reaction. You soothed Jo, hell that bitch shed crocodile tears, Dean. Everyone knows she is into you. Tonight, you ruined your relationship for Jo. Have fun with her. I mean, you will need a new girlfriend after all.” Charlie snickers before she leaves the room.

“Fuck…” Dean curses glancing at his brother.

“Yeah, Dean…fuck…” Sam says dryly flinching as Charlie slams the door shut. “I guess you lost your girlfriend and we lost Charlie as a friend tonight.”

“I’m done, going to hit the hay and sleep,“ you groan.

“Come on, spoilsport, one more drink,” Arielle chuckles as you shake your head, trying to get up slowly. “No way. I have to work tomorrow.” You slur.

“Tomorrow? It’s already tomorrow and today is Sunday, hun. Let’s booze the guys away…” Arielle grabs the bottle only to find it empty. “Damn, now I need a substitute…uh…Jerry…I’m coming.”

“Go and get him, girl.” You squeal, grabbing your phone before walking into your room. You want to check your messages, but your sight is blurry, and you are too tired to read anything. Falling onto your bed, fully clothed, face first you close your eyes, falling asleep.

“Dean, we shouldn’t break into her house,” Sam whispers.

“She didn’t answer my messages, Sammy. Y/N could be in danger. I must be sure she’s alright. Wait here and I’ll call you if I need back up.”

“Fine…”

Watching his brother picking your lock Sam shakes his head. Dean is busy sneaking into your house, silently walking toward your room to find you snoring onto your bed, obviously drunk as your whole room smells like booze.

“Baby?” Dean whispers and you flinch. “Y/N?”

“Fuck off, I’m tired, Arielle. No more booze, ice cream, or Jerry.” You mutter and Dean gulps hard. “Jerry?” Dean mutters and your eyes snap open.

“Did you forget your vibrator's name, babe? You are way drunker than me…” Giggling you roll onto your back, slowly sitting up only to watch the room spinning. “Arie, can you tell the room it shall stop spinning?” You mutter.

“Fuck, how much did you drink, Sweetheart?” Dean curses catching your fall as you try to get up. “You smell like Dean, hun. You know, he lost interest. I’m way too boring…” You sniffle resting your head against Dean’s chest. “I loved him, never told him so.”

“Baby, shhh…you need some rest,” Dean whispers kissing your hair softly. “We will talk tomorrow.”

“It’s tomorrow, bitch. I never want to see him again. That asshole left me alone for this false blonde chick. She was smirking at me the whole evening, knowing Dean forgot about me. She told me I’m not what he wants…I’m tired, Arielle…” You whine tugging at Dean’s flannel. “Fuck, you have some muscles, babe…”

Passing out in Dean’s arms you don’t feel him placing you onto the bed before he sends his brother a message to drive back to their motel.

His arms move around your body as you groan into his firm chest. “Love you too, Y/N.” He whispers.

“Wait, please…wait…” Dean pleas as you run out of the room, beyond mad he came to your house, no sneaked in to act like nothing happened last night.

“I’ve been waiting long enough, Dean. Last night, the last three weeks. Is all I’m doing - waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to be with me, hell even waiting for you to recognize me. I’m just tired of being the wrong girl. Go back to Jo and have fun. This is, we are over.” You yell throwing your shoe at Dean. Dodging your attack, he looks at you, surprised by your attack.

“You’re good at aiming…” He chuckles and you grab your other shoe, hitting his head. “Ouch, Sweetheart. Stop throwing things at me. Let’s talk things out. I’m sorry for not talking to you, Y/N. Please. Charlie is pissed too.”

“’cause she’s pissed, Dean. You invited her to have a few drinks and she was alone. Only I talked to Charlie. If you don’t want to spend time with a person, do not invite them!” You yell.

“Baby, please wait.” Dean gasps as you toss a vase into his direction, followed by a heavy book. “Holy…” Dean is rushing forward, tackling you, making you fall onto the couch behind you.

“Get off me!” You mutter pushing against his chest as he landed on top of you.

“Please hear me out. I’m sorry. We can spend the whole day. No more other people, no more Sammy. Just you and me.” Dean tries and you scoff.

“Till someone calls you, Dean. I can’t believe we live not far away from each other and can’t find one day to spend it together. There’s always a case or someone in need of your help. Then we finally have the chance to spend time together and you prefer to talk to anyone but me. Save it, you are not interested in me. I got it. I’m just the boring girl next door - no huntress goddess.” You mutter pushing against Dean’s chest, but he won’t budge.

“That’s what you believe? Baby, I love you are not like Jo or the others. I need something, someone normal in my life, grounding me. I don’t want a huntress, I want you. I swear I’ll spend more time with you from now on.” Dean tries but you shove him off your body.

“You are like Arielle’s ex. Steve could never decide on one thing. He never chose her over someone else. I don’t want to be a second choice or whatever. I want to come first, at least for one day.” Dean’s eyes meet yours as you look at him, unsure what to do with your hands, playing with the seam of your shirt.

“Y/N, please let me show you I can be a better boyfriend to you. I’ll do anything.” Dean husks cupping your cheek, leaning closer to kiss you but you turn your head away.

“One kiss doesn’t fix anything, Dean. You must admit you didn’t think about me a single time yesterday. You were relaxed, not that I wouldn’t want you to be relaxed around people you like but yesterday I wanted to be the one you spend your time with.” Your fingers play with the buttons on his plaid as Dean gulps hard.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t believe you are not what I want. How about showing you the bunker?” Dean suggests and you meet his gaze. “You said it’s top secret.” You sniffle. “No one can see where it is…”

“I know, I want you to see it, maybe you can move in too? It’s huge and we have great books. You could study with Sammy…” Dean says hopefully looking down at you. “I can’t leave Arielle all alone with Stuart and Maggy.”

“You told me it’s cramped in here. They would have a spare room without you here…please. I want to spend more time with you, this way I could protect you too.” Dean whispers leaning closer once again, brushing his lips over yours.

“Dean, I can’t just give up my life for you. What if you change your mind in a month or two? I would have to sleep in the streets.”

“No. I won’t change my mind, Y/N. I know you felt out of place, but honestly, I’m the one being out of place close to you. I don’t have anything to offer. You are smart, independent…well paid. I got a collection of Zeppelin vinyl records, my Baby, a freaking huge collection of flannels, and my brother…” Dean sighs and you look up at him.

“Freaking huge collection? How many do you have?” You ask glancing at the plaid he’s wearing.

“Got no clue…thirty…” Dean stammers as you tug at the fabric of his shirt. “Can I have one or two?”

“All you want.” Dean rasps leaning closer to brush his lips over yours. “Please come with me. At least have a look at the bunker and we can decide if you want to move in, if not I could move in here…”

“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Three girls and one gay guy would be after you, Dean…” You chuckle and Dean hums. “Including you or do you prefer ‘Jerry’ now?” Dean teases and you shrug.

“At least Jerry gives girls attention. I will think about your offer and have a look. Now I’m going to have a shower and eat some breakfast. I’m starving.”

“Can I join you?” Dean asks hopefully. “For the shower or breakfast?” You ask glancing at Dean. “Both?”

“Fine, but no funny business, Winchester. You will not touch me for quite a while…” Turning on your heels you walk toward the shower. “How long?” Dean whines.

“Till you learned not to ignore your girlfriend.” You retort.

“I learned my lesson…” Your boyfriend tries but your scoff.

“We will see that…” Arielle chuckles watching Dean following you like a puppy. “She still can borrow Jerry.”

“No need for that,” Dean mutters slamming the door shut.

“Now Dean, tell me about these flannels once again…”

Part 2: Where you belong

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harryimaginestuff · 5 years

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Lover

This is heavily inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘Lover’ so I'd also recommend giving that a listen whilst you read this (if you want).

The one where he’s your lover.

Genre: Fluff (like pure fluff)

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: some drug use (weed)

‘Y/N! Over here,’

‘Miss Y/N to your right!”

This was familiar to her, the calling out of her name by people she didn’t know and had no interest in her actual life but rather whatever drama she could bring to whatever column they worked for. This may have been her first red carpet in over a year, but she surely was no stranger to such events.

Going through these events was more like a chore than a benefit, at least that’s what she had begun to think soon after she passed the twelfth year of working in the music industry. She had lost herself to the glitz and glam, pulled too far into the inviting glamour that came along with fame. But what she once found charming, she then discovered it to be toxic and unfavourable. Much like the transition of the media’s view of her.

As it turned out leaked nudes by ex-boyfriends are far more damaging to a career if the person had a reputation of being naïve and pop’s princess.

It was the sound of another name that had called her out of her stupor, too blinded by the lights to notice that someone else had joined her on the red carpet. She had been relieved of the alleviated attention, five minutes on the red carpet had been five minutes too long. The tedious formalities aiding in the reaching of her limit. And who better to steal the attention than none other than Harry Styles.

Harry Styles was far from unfamiliar to her, being an avid follower of the man, she practically knew everything about him (that is only things he wanted fans to know). She had been a fan since the very beginning including his X-Factor days. Becoming star-struck was not a regular occurrence to her so for it to happen to her right then and there, on her first red carpet appearance in years had her feeling giddy and scared instantaneously.

She had already begun to walk off of the carpet when his name had been called and obviously being the huge fan, she was, could not miss the opportunity to look back and gaze at the man she had admired for so long. But it wasn’t his quirky suit that left her heart beating erratically, neither was it the one dangly lock of hair, resting delicately on his forehead, but rather it was the way he was already looking at her with the brightest most brilliant smile to match his shining eyes that had her heart beating a million miles per second. And there was nothing more to do except send him her most sincere and genuine smile of the night.

That smile belonged to him, just as his belonged to her. As it always would.

She was surrounded by her friends, her heart fuzzy and warm, all of them encased by the Summer air as they enjoyed drinks on a rooftop somewhere in London with the golden sunset behind them. It was times like these where she truly felt happy. Spending time surrounded by people who loved her away from prying eyes. But it wasn’t this that had her stomach exploding with giddiness, in fact it was all due to the message she had just received only five minutes prior from her boyfriend, Harry, asking her to meet him once her night was over.

They had only began dating four months ago after the brief, but life-changing run in on the red carpet and from then they had entered a thunderstorm of a relationship. Loud, heavy and unapologetic. It was just them and nobody else.

They were attached at the hip and no one could come in between them.

For the first time in a while she felt completely at peace. Sure, she still got the occasional belittling comment about her body from random men on the street catcalling her and openly discussing the leaked images. And whilst it still left a dull ache, the pain from her past did nothing to change the peace she had begun to welcome.

As if on cue her phone rang soon after hugging her friend’s goodbye.

“Perfect timing, H.” she had smiled into the phone, her admiration for the man spilling out of her as soon as the sound of his voice reached her ears. “I’m on my way now.”

“No need. I’m across the street.” And just as he promised, there he stood to her left, leaning on the side of his black Audi as if he had just come out of some 80s teen romance.

“You stalker,” she had practically shouted as she approached her boyfriend, his arms already outstretched and already anticipating her body against his.

“You love it.” He murmured against her head, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, then onto the corner of her eye and then to her cheek until finally he reached her lips.

“Oh, look what I picked up.” He smiled coyly at her once the two of them had entered into the privacy of his car.

“Show me.”

His smile grew wider as his hand reached into the glovebox on her side, pulling out a small baggie of weed. “This.”

Now this wasn’t something the two of them did often, it was a rare occasion for the both of them to sit down and smoke together, but when it did happen they thoroughly enjoyed it. Relishing the feeling of complete serenity that was often uncommon because of the nature of their work.

So when they reached Harry’s North London home, they were quick to get settled down, the two of the stripping only to get dressed again into comfortable attire, Y/N automatically helping herself to Harry’s stash of old tees, a habit he loved since there was nothing better than seeing someone he cared so deeply for feel so at home in his own home.

“You roll it.” He had said, chucking the small bagie to his girlfriend along with all the necessities.

“Just ‘cause you can’t do it yourself.” She laughed, sitting herself onto his bed and getting started.

“I mean.” Harry stuttered for a moment before breaking out into a smile. “True.”

Sooner rather than later, the two of them were sprawled across the bed, her legs resting on the headboard, and his legs dangling off of the end. The position brought them discomfort, but in their high state of mind, it was the unsurpassed position for them to be able to be looking at one another.

“We were meant to be together.” She had mumbled, her dry tongue coming out in an attempt to wet her lips. “It was fate.”

She ignored the breathy laugh Harry had let out and instead sat up, swinging her legs so that they were now on either side of his head.

“I swear, it’s that destiny bullshit. Because if I had met you any other time before that day we actually met I never would have said yes to you asking my manager for my number because obviously I wasn’t in the right state of mind with everything that was being spread and then if we had met after I also would have said no because my ex had asked me out.” She said her red eyes meeting his. “Do you remember that? And I probably would’ve said yes to him because I’m a masochist because four months ago I had no idea that being with someone could feel like this.”

At that moment Harry had sat himself up too, swinging himself around so his legs rested on top of hers, before pulling her in for a kiss.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Merry Christmas!”

The happy couple were cuddled into each other’s side, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, foot to foot as the clock struck midnight signalling the first hour of Christmas Day. His home-town home was entirely covered in decorations green and red tinsel wrapped around picture frames and a gold star resting atop of a heavily decorated Christmas tree.

It had been the first time she had met his family, both agreeing they would split the two-day celebration between his and her family. Christmas Eve for the Styles’ and Christmas Day for the Y/L/N’s and boxing day just for the two of them.

It was the first time for both of them to be that kind of couple. The kind that would wear matching Christmas jumpers and buy the two-person Christmas jumper, unironicallythat is, and post a picture of it on their shared finsta account.

Much to their dismay, they had been split up during a game of Family Fortune, Anne demanding teams of boys against girls completely disregarding Harry’s complaints on how ‘s’not fair that they get to have my girlfriend’.

Eventually his complaints only worsened as his team began to lose, jokingly screaming in frustration he would point accusatory fingers at whoever got the answer wrong. In this instance it was Michal, Gemma’s boyfriend triggering a frustrated cry from Harry.

“Give me back my girlfriend!” he had whined. “She’s winning this game for you. S’not fair. I don’t’ want to play anymore. Gem take your man back.”

He was pouting then, his arms founded across his chest as he huffed and puffed from his seat causing Y/N to laugh along with Anne and Gemma at the grown man who still had moments when he became a child.

“Harry you’re still such a sore loser!” Gemma had called him out turning to you with a roll of her eyes. “Try playing scrabble with this man. An absolute nightmare.”

A drawn out a slightly offended ‘hey’ could be heard from Harry, but the two girls both chose to ignore the childish, yet adorable man they had both come to love.

“Oh I get it.” Y/N had smirked rolling her eyes too. “Every bloody Sunday we play and every time I win and every time he pulls a strop and refuses to look at me for at least five minutes.”

“You two finished bitchin’ ‘bout me ey?” He plonked himself in between the two of them, half of his body sitting on top of his girlfriend.

“Not bitching H, just some tough love.” She laughed, straining her neck so that she was able to kiss him on the cheek to which he happily leaned into.

“How ‘bout some other type of lovin’.” He had whispered in her ear with his back to her chest, his brows wriggling with suggestion. But little did he know that in his drunken stupor he had all but shouted the words causing her cheeks to burn a bright red as everyone in the room laughed at his words.

“You horny bastard.” She had muttered against his back, hiding her burning cheeks from everyone’s prying eyes.

But drunk Harry had no shame and a very little regard for a limit on what could be said. “Can’t help it babe. I love you, all of you.” His tone was once again laced with suggestion, brows raised and mouth open, his tongue poking just beyond his teeth.

“Harry!” her mouth had said, but her eyes screamed, ‘I love you.’

His words and actions may have been a bit too much for a family occasion, but they didn’t care for they had never seen him love so deeply without a care for anyone else.

“Welcome to my house.” Y/N had said, pulling open the gold framed door and welcoming their friends.

“Our!” Harry’s voice had sounded from the kitchen where he had been busying himself making frozen margaritas.

It had taken a while, but the two of them had finally decided on a home in South West London.

Three whole Summers they had been together.

It had been a shock to everyone who knew them, for the couple to be moving in together so late considering the nature of their relationship. In fact, many had believed they would move in by the end of their first year together. But instead it had taken three whole Summers for it to happen. An outcome of both their busy schedules.

The both of them had just finished their own respective tours, hers finishing only a week after his. Pathetic rumours spread by strangers did nothing to crack the towering wall built around the two lovers, in fact all it did was build another layer. After all, how could it cause any harm when the happy couple couldn’t hear anything except each other’s loving declarations even if they were 500 miles apart. Finally the media had no control over their narrative and instead they formed it together, built from the ground where they had once laid broken and beaten in a puddled mess.

A womaniser and a princess were now simply Harry and Y/N.

Their friends had to step around the cardboard boxes set up along the hallway, the couple not yet having enough time to set up all the belongings and make their house a home.

“Harry I have known you five years now and I have never seen you this disorganised.” Mitch had stated, as he stumbled over a couple boxes causing him to stagger into the living room where Harry was waiting, margaritas in hand.

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, Harry disregarded his friends’ comment, “We got time,” He could be easy going, but mostly when it came to her.

“You guys are literally what I aspire to have.” Clare declared after a moment of watching them cuddled against each other on the sofa later that evening. Despite the free seat on their left the couple still refused to split from the others side which didn’t go unnoticed by anyone.

“I mean… we’re not perfect.” Y/N had pointed out, her hands busy with fiddling with Harry’s brown locks.

Mitch shook his head with a mocking laugh. “What you guys argue too like the rest of us?”

“We do!”

“Like about who’s turn it is to wash the dishes?” Adam joined in on the teasing.

The couple failed to answer, but their avoiding of the eyes of everyone in the room spoke volumes causing the room to erupt into laughter.

“Hey! it was a very serious argument in the moment!” Harry defended himself. “Besides arguments can be healthy no matter what they’re about.”

“I can’t even imagine you guys not being stuck together anymore; you’ve been attached for so long. Swear you’ve never come out of the honeymoon stage.” Y/F/N snickered. “Remember that time they broke up for literally five minutes?” Hums of agreement could be heard from around the room.

“Yeah!” Clare laughed. “Harry started crying in the studio, got a call from Y/N and then wrote his biggest love song on the second album.”

“They had only been dating two months then. Two!”

“No way was I letting my greatest lover slip through my fingers.” Y/N smiled pressing a kiss to her boyfriends’ cheek.

The conversation continued without them, unbeknownst to the group, Harry and Y/N too invested in whispering sweet nothings into one another’s ears.

“Oh my god they’re not even listening anymore.”

“For fucks sake!” Complaints could be heard around the room, but it was no surprise that this would happen, besides how could they truly complain when they were nothing but happy for their two friends. Happiness was the least that they both deserved.

However, the array of playful protests from their friends were ignored as Harry began to pepper kisses onto his girl’s face. This was their house and to them that meant they were free to do as they pleased.

‘+’

“Is it… are you?” Harry had stumbled over his words, watching in shock as tears ran down his girlfriend’s face. With a slight nod of her head, he had erupted into a fit of laughter, prancing around the room before he scooped his girlfriend into his arms and made another round around their living room.

“S’gonna be a girl I can feel it.” He had said once they settled down, the pregnancy test clutched in their hands.

“You can feel it huh?” she laughed at Harry, who had just begun to rub the non-existent swell of her belly.

“Gonna name her Anastasia. S’gonna have your colour hair and my eyes. The colour not the shape, that’d be yours too.”

“And what would she be like.”

“An absolute handful! Because she’s our first baby we would give her everything, but she had to be good. She’d always be attached to one of us.” The noise of everything else had been drowned out by the fantasy Harry displayed, the calming, slow tone of his voice walking them through every step of their daughter’s life, from her first steps to her first day of University.

It was hours later when they had finally risen from the couch, their legs were cramped, and pins and needles were running up their arms. But neither cared, the two of them running on the high of their news.

“Marry me.” Harry had spoken suddenly causing Y/N to halt her climb on the stairs.

“What?”

“I said marry me.” His face was dead serious, but his eyes glowed with passion and his hands were clammy from the nerves that had been running through his body.

“Yes.” Y/N whispered only to speak louder the next time. “Yes.” she tackled Harry into a hug, forcing him to grab onto the railing to stop themselves from falling down.

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

Small gurgles could be heard from the front bench, the one-year old child chatting happily on her Nana’s lap.

“Wave hi to Daddy Ana!” Anne whispered sweetly to the child.

“Da.” Anastasia shouted, her chubby fingers reaching out in an attempt to grab onto her father’s Gucci suit causing everyone around her to coo softly at the small child.

Harry was right as it turned out. She did have your hair and his eyes. But she was nowhere near a handful, in fact she was the complete opposite. She was their little angel; always content and always smiling.

It had been safe to say that almost the entire room and been in tears as soon as Y/N had stepped into the room. This was a day that everyone who knew them saw coming. Their lives together had been written by some other omnipotent force as soon as their eyes had met that night on the red carpet. For them there had been no other way.

It was a beautiful sight to watch destiny play its card, to watch as the two lovers became husband and wife. Who knew that what was once a borrowed heart, when mixed with one that was once blue, created a golden hue, like a halo that wrapped around the couple and the happy family they had created together.

Their love was golden, like the gold in her dress the night they had met. Golden like the sunset the same evening Harry had told her he was falling in love with her. Gold like the star that had sat on top of the Christmas tree on their first Christmas together tied with meeting the other’s family. Golden like their door, that they had promised to step into every day for the rest of their lives. And golden like the ring he had put on her finger when he had promised to marry her.

They had left that room as husband and wife and they never looked back.

‘Y/N! To your left!’

‘Smile for us Y/N!’

Journalists had continued to scream your name from all directions, each demanding that you gave them your attention. But unluckily for them that had been stolen, for your focus still remained on the man who joined you on the red carpet, your eyes still locked right until the point where you left the red carpet.

It was especially chaotic that evening mostly because it was your first appearance in over a year and yet you were unable to focus. The intense stare you had just shared with him left your palms sweating and left you stunned initiating a shake of your shoulder as if an attempt to be rid of the flustering feeling that somehow you knew this man beyond what you knew as a fan of his work.

It was then, when you were smoothing out your golden dress, that you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Hi! M’Harry.” His voice caused you to jump in shock, your hand quickly reaching out to meet his outstretched one, it may have simply been a formality but that did nothing to stop the tingle that ran up your arm as soon as his skin touched yours.

“Nice to meet you.” You stumbled over your words, slightly overwhelmed by his presence. “I’m Y/N.”

have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

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Ngl I felt really creative and artsy when I planned out the whole thing, idk if it came across as a cool idea but idc

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