#I jumped off my chair when I saw those few first pics

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NURTURING A FRIENDSHIP 

( Maintaining Friendships pt.2) 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Plus Size Reader 

Words: 4.2K 

Warnings: SMUT (nasty but loving), slight degradation, unprotected sex, drug use, mentions of alcohol 

Please if you are a minor do not interact, due to the themes of this fic, this story is 18+ 

A/N: Here it is a part 2 as promised hope you like it. 

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Bucky called you a few times after your lunch with him. 

You texted him the address of the restaurant, with 7:00 p.m

You have facetimed ever since he got an iPhone and Bucky likes it when you send him pictures of you.

Today you have been extremely busy, with meetings and finally, you picked the phone and saw a message from Bucky.

“Where is my daily picture ?, Bucky texted you

“Very bold from the man, who was walking with a flip phone a couple of days ago”, you texted back

“Good Afternoon to you too”, you send him.

 Bucky sends you a voice message “Jesus, having a flip phone is a capital sin in Wakanda or something?”, He laughs “Good afternoon, doll, how’s work ?”

“I mean it’s prehistoric, busy a lot of meetings today” you replied via text.

Bucky licks his lips and shakes his head. 

He takes a picture of him shirtless with a cute smile and sends it to you. 

Wish you were here, I could distract you from work, take a break, he texts. 

“ Who taught you to send thirst traps ?", you text him laughing seeing the pic. 

“ Isn’t this what people do to woo each other nowadays?, give me a break I’m trying”

“Is it working ?”, he texts you 

You look at the pic and sink your teeth on your bottom lip. 

“It is, but in person it's so much better, the pictures don’t do you justice”, you replied.

He sends another voice message.  

You put on your headphones giddy for his reply.

“For fucks sake, you can’t say shit like that and not be here”

“What ?”, “Are you that desperate that my words are reeling you, horny dog”., you replied 

You don’t know how the conversation changed from PG to NSFW, but is a welcome change after almost a week of you keeping it cute.

“Yes”, he texted 

Oh, yeah? be a good boy and show me with a video, get to it”, you order him via text

You read your papers, with the anticipation of the video in the back of your mind.

Bucky sighed “fuck”, he has never sent a picture or a video of himself like that, but he trusts you so he manages to put the phone on the nightstand against the lamp to take a video, he presses record.

 After a couple of minutes, You hear your cell vibrate and there it is.You open the video.

He frowned in concentration, figuring out if the camera was recording or not

“Is this thing recording ? he wonders out loud

oh yeah it is, the minutes are ticking”, he confirms to himself

He sits on the bed. He smiled at the camera, feeling his heartbeat out of his chest. 

‘For my best girl”, he winks to the camera, trying to hide his nerves.

He took himself out of his shorts, spit on his hand, and began to stroke himself slow, sighing, mouth slightly agape, his head tilted to the side until he was fully hard.

‘F-fuck”, he stuttered 

“I have never done this”, he breathes out, pumping himself fast with his vibranium hand. 

He groans and moans, squeezing himself, rolling his hips into his hand. 

“I can’t wait for the day, you let me inside again, I have never forgotten how you felt wrapped around me, it’s like heaven on earth”, Bucky confessed with a strangled voice in between his high pitch dragged out moans. He keeps teasing his tip with his thumb while jerking off. 

You feel yourself getting wet, because of his words and moans.

His dick so thick and long, and the red tip, shining with precum.

You bite your lips, mouth-watering at the sight of him jerking himself for you. 

Your breathing is now deep and a little erratic, your nipples are hard against your bra. 

“Fuck, baby, you got me fucking riled up”, he moans. 

Bucky fondles his balls while jerking off. 

He hissed, feeling the contrast of the cold hand against his balls, and he jerks himself with his flesh hand.His hips twitch and his dick throbs in his hand, he jerks himself faster and his fist gets tighter.

His breathing is harsh and his groans get louder and deeper. 

“Oh fuck”, he growls, feeling his release near. 

He pumps himself a couple of times crying out your name on repeat until his mouth is agape, his breath and moans come out stuttered while ropes of cum spurt out of him painting his abs, his hand while he looks into the camera. 

He throws his head back, trying to control his breathing with a smile of relief after emptying himself. 

He hums enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure .He takes the phone and closes up to his cum painted abs. 

“ Such a shame, this should be in you instead of painted on my stomach”, he pants

“ Have a good day, sweetheart, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, he pants smiling at the camera, and the video stops. 

“Bast”, you breathe, suddenly the room has become hotter. 

You text him. 

“My day got so much better, thank you, can’t wait to see you tomorrow”

“You’re welcome, doll”, he rasps via voice message.

After work, you shop for a nice dress for tomorrow night. A cute, lilac silk dress with a high slit with your clear high heels. You look at the lilac lingerie. You remember the first compliment he dared to say. You had a crown of flowers, the children did it and it was full of purples flowers.“ You look like a flower yourself”, he whispered while you taught him how to dance. 

Bucky was pacing around looking at the small number of clothes he had. 

He felt a skip on his heartbeat that was pleasant but at the same time, he felt his nerves tingling. He realized he was nervous but excited and that suddenly he has no clothes for this date. He took a deep breath and decided this is an emergency and called Thandiwe, Andrew, and Sam. 

"Suddenly I don't know what to wear", he laughs looking at them.

"Uncle Bucky, leave that to y/n, we guys put on some jeans and a nice shirt, that's it", Andrew answers him.  

He now has three friends: his co-worker Sam, his great grand nephew Andrew, and Thandiwe.

"I disagree, you have to look good too, put on some style too", Thandiwe replied 

Sam just laughs, "you jump off of buildings, but you are freaking out ‘cause of a date, man let's take a look at what you have. Black, black, black, like you barely have anything with color". "Oh, I see sum, is that a suede brown jacket, that would look good and that olive green t-shirt for a change? I think it will go well with the jeans, those shoes, and your gloves. You're all set". 

Thandiwe and Andrew nod smiling.

"Put it on", Thandiwe suggests. 

"See, all set", Andrew nods 

"By the way, I have not seen y/n, who is she", Andrew ask 

Bucky smiled.

"We met in Wakanda, she is.., Bucky smiles.

"Aww shit,he gone",Sam teases

" We lost him", Andrew shakes his head in faux disappointment. 

Thandiwe looks for a picture of you and sends it to the group. 

Thandiwe holds in a laugh 

"Oh, since the first day Shuri introduced him to her, he was gone", Thandiwe adds

"He froze like a deer in headlights"

Thandiwe, Bucky warns and side-eyes him.

"What?, are you going to tell me that I am wrong, ingucka", Thandiwe smirked

Bucky just shakes his suppressing a smile. 

"Wow", Andrew looks at your picture up and down and they settle on your breast. 

"Hey, watch it, eyes on her face, punk", Bucky warns Andrew. 

"What ?, I am just looking", Andrew laughs and shrugs. 

"So this what your ass was doing in Wakanda scrolling through meetWakandawomen.com all day, maybe I could tell old Steve to tell T'challa to invite me there, ‘cause goddamn". Sam looks at your picture

"You two together are insufferable", Bucky rolls his eyes. 

"So where are you going to take her ?'' Thandiwe asked. 

Bucky mentions the name of the restaurant. 

"Oh, nice", they replied

"Just be your gentleman 40s self, like Grandma Becca used to tell us stories about you", Andrew tells him. 

"It's going to be alright", Sam reassures him. 

They all said goodbyes to each other and wished him good luck on the date. 

Bucky gets dressed and he goes to the restaurant. and there you were on a sofa drinking a glass of sparkling water. 

"Hmm,7 o'clock not second less not second later, impressive", you stand up. 

You hug him and kiss his cheek. 

Bucky blushes and offers his arm.

“I cannot make my best girl wait, you look breathtaking”, Bucky takes a good look at you. 

“You don’t look that bad yourself, old man, I like the brown jacket, brings a grey green tone out of your eyes” 

Bucky is flustered ”uhmm..thank you” 

You take his arm in yours and walk into the restaurant, the hostess seats you, but Bucky pulls your chair for you and you sit. 

“`Such a gentleman, I got your flowers today” 

“Lilacs and roses”, you smile 

“That is where I got the inspiration to wear this”. 

You take a bite of your food, moaning at the flavor. 

Bucky feels a little tingle when you make that noise. 

And he drinks beer, to quench the sudden dryness of his throat. 

”I’m glad you like them, doll’

“ I am excited, I have a new job” 

“Don’t say”, you widen your eyes. 

“It’s a big project, I mean the opportunity, I have is once in a lifetime, I will be working reforming people that do not want to be part of these criminal organization, help them settle, build a new life, Sharon and I, we are putting everything together, to pitch the project ”

“Bucky I am so happy”, you squeeze his hand. 

“Yeah, I also got a new therapist, don’t get me wrong, Dr. Raynor, she did what she thought was right but we have very different mindsets” 

“Wow, what a week,  a lot of change”. 

“The partnerships of the outreach and the schools are going so well, more children are learning, we are discussing opening a little bit more the borders but that will take some time,”. 

“That’s amazing, though it doesn’t surprise me, you are good at everything”, Bucky took a bite of his food not breaking eye contact with you

“You know what I love about this century apart from you, of course, Bucky said so naturally. 

“You love me? isn’t that a little too soon, it’s our first date after all”, you joke but you feel your heart miss a bit. 

“I’m a man that knows what he wants, '' Bucky drinks from his beer, narrowing his eyes at you. 

“The food, we used to boil everything”. 

“Ughh, and you all call yourself the developed world, huh ?”, you glare at him playfully 

Bucky laughs and shrugs. 

“That’s why your palette was dead, remember when you ate the goat stew with the peppers” 

“Yeah, I had to drink like a gallon of milk, felt like my mouth was in the pits of hell”, Bucky laughs 

“That hot sauce is a torture device, I might call Kiya to send me some, I put it on someone, and they’ll talk” 

“It’s not even that hot”, you frown 

“It’s a torture device, but the taste while eating is nice, it’s the burn afterward”, Bucky shudders You cackle at that

For the rest of the dinner, you laugh going to memory lane.

“This is so good, would you like a bite”, Bucky feed you with his fork 

You took a bite from the fork, looking at him. 

Bucky bites his lip looking at you eating from his fork. 

You finish eating and then dessert with champagne. 

“Whew, I feel like I am about to explode”, you sighed 

“Me too”, Bucky chuckled 

“I mean you had two entrees” 

“Super soldier appetite”, he shrugs Your mind went to another place and you just drank your champagne, trying to be subtle. 

‘Supersoldier appetite? you ask with a smirk

‘Yep”, he answered, licking his lips cocking his head to the side. 

You go with Bucky to the French Quarter with your arms wrapped around Bucky, while he rides the bike. You catch a whiff of his cologne, you hum. It smells strong but with delicate notes. It is just like him with a strong demeanor but with a delicate interior. 

Bucky parks the bike and helps you get off it. 

You go to the different bars, you go to the House of Blues and drink and listen to the different artists. 

There was a guy named SiR, playing tonight. 

His song was calm, nice and soon enough Bucky is behind you with his chin on your shoulder, in an embrace, swaying you sideways with him listening to the music. 

 He likes it. Maybe Sam is right, maybe he needs to give modern music a chance. This guy is speaking all the feelings, he felt falling in love with y/n in Wakanda. 

The man was singing: 

Why was last night the first time I felt anything in a long time

Feels like Imma fall hard said my cold heart made up its own mind

Love ain't what I came for, but it's here now, and it feels good

You told me you were special, and you meant what you said

I don't wanna leave this bed

Baby, you're all in my head

All in my head (x5)

Baby you

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm making a mistake

But who's gonna save me

Who's gonna say I'm wrong to stay

But you so amazing, it started out as fun and games

I didn't know we'd swim this deep, and she didn't know I'd be afraid

Bucky just hugged you tighter to him, and you throw your head back and he peppers your neck with light kisses

You smile and you keep swaying, enjoying his hug.

You turn around laying your head on his chest and he lifts your face by your chin and he bows his head a little and kisses you softly, a brush of his lips. 

You feel the warmth of his hug, there is a crowd, but only you two matter.

After the show, Bucky takes you home. 

He insisted to go with you to the door 

“Bucky what is going to happen, it is just the elevator, and I am going to my apartment”, you chuckle

“For my peace of mind, doll”, he entered the elevator. 

You kiss some more in the elevator, Bucky breaths you in and kisses you slow, drinking you in. 

Until the elevator stops and you reach your corridor. 

“So this is it”, you bite your lips and cross your legs, and cast your eyes down, fiddling with your hands.  

“Nice place”, Bucky admired around. 

You feel your mind racing and your heart beating fast. 

You stay looking at  each other for a second but it felt like longer. 

“I..”, you sighed, while holding the door  

“You what ?”, Bucky gets closer. 

“I want to let you in, but I am scared, last time, I blur our friendship and it didn’t go well” 

“You just broke off your engagement, and I was a semi stable-100-year-old, things have changed for the better now”, Bucky took your hand and kissed it. 

You feel a tingle when does that and you can’t help but smile

“ I’ll go slow, I promise, so goodnight, doll”, Bucky plants a kiss to your lips so softly, you feel like you're melting to the floor. Bucky smiled and let go of your hand slowly.

He began to walk away.

‘It is now or never”, you think while he walks away, you realize you don’t want him to leave

“Bucky, wait!”, you raise your voice. 

He stops dead on his track and turns around, looking at you. 

"When was the last time you smoked?",you ask him.

Bucky snorts

"I smoke it all after my first session with Dr. Raynor", Bucky confessed

"Your accent is still horrible", you tell him, scrunching your face. 

"Maybe I need some lessons, it's been a long time without speaking Xhosa", Bucky grinned. 

"Maybe I could give you some lessons", you whisper. .

You let him in your apartment. Bucky looks around, again feeling a little nostalgic, it looks like your house  in Wakanda. 

You groan, taking your heels off.

"Something wrong?", Bucky asks, a little concerned. 

"Just, these heels were killing me", you sighed plopping on the couch. 

"You could've just taken them off, I would've held them for you", Bucky sits next to you. 

"and ruin my outfit", You side eyed him with a small smile on your lips 

“Can’t do that, can we?”.Bucky set his face in faux seriousness, he scoots closer to you. .

You just chuckle shaking your head. 

There is a hidden compartment on the table, with the Kimoyo beads you open it. 

You wink at Bucky and roll the joints, seal them with your saliva. You dry them with a lighter and hand him one. 

You light it for him. He just get comfortable smoking. 

“This is the only thing that can get me a small buzz”, Bucky does a French inhale. 

You smile when he does that. 

“Oh you can do tricks”, You challenge

You puff out the smoke in little “o’s”. 

Bucky licks his lips, you take another hit and you get closer to him. 

You blow the smoke to his lips and he inhales it, your lips brushing against each other, you put the joint on the ashtray and he does too.

You kiss is heated, you fumble with his jacket and he takes it off, throwing it on the floor. He sighs and hums into kiss, drinking you in. 

You straddle him and he grabs your hips and his hands travel to your ass kneading them hard.

You mewl into his mouth, you take a breather when he kisses your neck. He gets you off his lap and sits you next to him. 

“I know you love to control me, and I love it, but let me be on top tonight, I missed you” 

His hands travel to your core, making you spread your legs. You throw your head back, he kisses your neck again. 

You feel him , pulling the lacey lingerie to the side and begin to rub you. 

You gasp and moan with your eyes closed. 

‘Drenched for me, aren’t you sugar’’, he chuckled 

“Yes, for you, since the concert”, you pant 

“ Your smell’s been driving me crazy all night”, Bucky groaned, entering his fingers in you. 

He hugs you to him while fingering you, enticing you, he breathes in your hair. 

“Fuck, I missed you”, he breaths out. 

You can only roll your rips meeting his hand halfway, moaning, looking into his blue eyes and how full of desire they look. 

You bite your lip and your chest heaving.

He hissed feeling you throb on his fingers, his pants are tight, his erection on full display. He took his fingers out of you and before you can protest, he rips your thong off of you. 

“Why did you do that”, You whine 

“I bought them, now I don’t have a set”, you pout. 

He just puts them on his nose and takes a deep breath smelling them then putting them in his jeans back pocket. 

You feel your pussy throb at that, you are liking this side of Bucky. 

“ You are mine”, he states. 

You scoff. “You haven’t made me cum”, you raise an eyebrow at him with a teasing smile. 

“Oh, doll, you are going to regret those words”, Bucky enters his fingers in you slowly. 

Then something changes, he is fingering you eager and he finds your spot, you arch off the sofa, with a whine. 

His fingers brush again and again against that spot.

“Fuck!”, you moan almost screaming

Bucky just has that shit eating grin on his face, watching you lose it for him

“This is going to be a long night, doll, the first of many”, He bites your earlobe 

Your hips jerk and your thighs tremble and you cum on his fingers, he slows down but he does not stop, until you whimper at the sensitivity. 

You catch your breath and he grabs making you stand up with him. 

You kiss each other all tongue, lip biting. 

He takes your dress off in a frenzy and you undress him in a frenzy. 

You were taking your lace bra off but he stops you, you smile knowing what he wants. 

He sits legs wide open, dick standing.

You go between his legs, kissing his dick, looking at him.

“Oh fuck”, he breathes out looking down at you. 

You stick your tongue out and he slapped it on your tongue. 

You suck him for all he is worth, bopping your head up and down, jerking the part that you can’t fit it,  till he stills your head with his two hands and he bucks into your mouth. 

“ Shit, that's it, honey, taking me so well”, he thrusts into your mouth faster, your gagging enticing him.

He stops and takes himself out of your mouth, loving how fucked out you look already, your gloss smeared, your eyes teary and trails of your spit between him and your mouth. 

You just smile and lift your bra and he gets in between your breasts. You start bouncing, loving how desperate he gets thrusting between your breasts. 

His heavy breathing, his stuttered moans, he throws his head back in complete bliss. 

"Oh my God", he moans all strangled, thrusting while your breast helps him to get off. 

You just hum and moan. 

" Come on,baby, make me yours", you whisper all sultry. 

Bucky thrust faster groaning

"Fuck that is such a sight", he looks almost in awe at his dick wedged between your breast. 

"Y/N", he cried out and he moaned. 

"That's it, I want to hear you, don't hold back, mark me", you rasp.

You keep bouncing and pushing your breast together to make it tighter for him. 

"Baby", he croaks

"Do it, I want to taste you", you moaned, feeling his dick twitch. 

Bucky throws his head back with a silent moan, tensing spurting all over your chest,neck and some of it flying to your face. 

You hum, receiving it all closing your eyes. 

Bucky looks back to you. 

"So pretty", he pants. 

You blow a kiss to him and then you scoop the cum off your face on your fingers and moan at the taste, all while looking at him.

"Taste, so good", you lick your fingers

Bucky brings you to him and you straddle him,rubbing his still hard dick between your lower lips, while he sucks on your breast. He takes off your bra and licks them clean and makes out with you, both of you moaning sharing the taste.

You lower on his length slow, gasping at the stretch till he bottoms out. 

Bucky hugs you to him tight, caging you in his arms and he just grinds in deeper making you feel all of him. 

“Fuck, you're deep”, you croak. 

Bucky just smiles and kisses your breath away while giving languid thrusts, almost pulling out and slamming back in. 

Bucky picks up the pace and you throw your ass back to him, mewling.

Breathing in each other, looking at each other lost in pleasure, your lips brushing against each other 

"You are it for me, sweetheart", Bucky breaths out,hammering up to you. 

The only thing you can do is moan and nod, your breathing is erratic, you feel that throb and your nerves are lit on fire. You throw your head back, straighten up.  

"Can feel you’re close. Give it all to me",Bucky grunts while he is  bouncing you up and down 

You tense with a loud moan escaping your lips with indiscernible clipped cursing in Xhosa. 

You groan dropping on him, your eyes rolling a little, Bucky hammering on against that spot, chasing his release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, he cries out with a crack in his voice till his breath in stuck in his chest  and then he spills deep in you. You hum with a lopsided smile, caged in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder. You feel the warmth and how it trickles down. 

 Catching both of your breaths, he traces your spine up and down, looking at you like hung the moon, while you lazily pepper kisses where the flesh meets the metal of his arm. 

He grabs your face with both his hands and kisses you with that softness, you feel loved. 

He lays on the couch and puts you on top of him. He stretches out his arm and grabs the joint with the lighter and lights it up. He smokes and he passes to you. You keep doing that until it's done.

“I want no one else, but you, I have you again and I won’t let you go this time”, Bucky confessed. 

“Me neither”, you whisper while tracing his scar and then peck lips. 

“You owe me a set”, You chuckle

“I’ll buy you all the sets you want”, he sighs smiling. 

You stay in comfortable silence, basking in the intimacy, both naked, smoking, convinced that you never are going to separate this time. 

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the second week of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Every weekend, we’re compiling all of the fics from that week into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

blinded by the sparks

 A fic by wallstracktwo on AO3 | @wallstracktwo on Tumblr

22k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"You can’t even keep your lies straight. Mike has the memory of an elephant and can remember every single detail about every single person he’s ever met, so don’t stand there and tell me that he mixed you up with someone else.” He took back Harry’s cigarette. “I saw you exchanging lower chips for higher ones. I saw you counting the cards. There is no fucking way you won seven thousand dollars tonight honestly. And so I will repeat myself — I want in. Fifty-fifty.”

Harry was completely taken aback by the stunningly attractive man standing in front of him. He made several attempts to say something — opening and closing his mouth at least twice before he was finally able to string a few words together. “What? No. No way. No. Sorry, but I work alone.”

That was the truth too — he had never trusted anyone enough to let them get close, especially when it came to his scamming, so having a partner was completely, utterly out of the question.

“Don’t you think you need someone on the…” Louis’ tongue darted out, licking his lips as his eyes flickered to Harry’s mouth, one eyebrow cocking up. “...inside.”

Or - Harry is a scammer who drifts from casino to casino. Louis is the new waiter who wants in on the scam.

somewhere in between

A fic by soldouthaz on AO3 | @soldouthaz on Tumblr | soldouthaz on Twitter

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis wakes up early. He brushes his teeth and can only stomach a piece of toast for breakfast, dressing quickly and heading for the car. He pulls into the parking lot of the Department of Dominance and Submission just as they’re unlocking the doors. It takes him all of an hour in the uncomfortable chairs to fill out the paperwork to the best and most accurate of his ability, handing it over to the receptionist as soon as he’s finished and wiping his sweaty palms on his business trousers.

There’s a high chance that within ten to fifteen business days, Louis will be matched with a dominant.

Shit.

On My Mind All The Time, Say You're Mine 

A fic by Safetypinprince on AO3 | @roselouis on Tumblr | femboyIouis on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Dude, we’re inside, and it’s night time. Those don’t look as cool as you think they do.” Louis could kick himself, he sounded so stupid, but it certainly got the guy’s attention.

It was at that unfortunate moment that he noticed several other things about this hot asshole, that he hadn’t noticed just staring from afar. First, when Louis spoke to him, his gaze was kind of unfocused behind his sunglasses, and secondly, that he had a red and white cane folded up under his arm.

“I’m… Blind,” the man chuckled, awkwardly.  

Louis wanted to melt into a puddle out of pure embarrassment.

“I— am so sorry. I have to go.”

“Hey, wait, wait,” the man soothed, grabbing at Louis’ shoulders before he could get away.

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated, looking down at his shoes.

“It’s alright,” He cackled. “I get it a lot. More than you know.”

Alternatively titled: and they were roommates.

A Silent Whisper (That's Left Unsaid)

A fic by MyEnglishRose on AO3 | @lwtisloved on Tumblr | darlinlou on Twitter

50k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“So… we’re doing this?”

Louis shrugs, suddenly acting disinterested.

“Your call, Curly.”

Instead of a verbal response, Harry suddenly takes Louis’ left hand in his. The black ring seems to nag him as the fire’s light reflects its polished edges. He ignores Louis’ curious gaze as he quickly takes off one of his own rings — the rose one —, sliding it on Louis’ middle finger. It is a little large and when he lets go of his hand, Louis has to curl it into a fist so the ring doesn’t immediately fall off.

“We’ll tell them it’s a promise ring, not an actual engagement,” Harry declares, trying to ignore how warm his cheeks feel. Hopefully, it can’t be seen as he is facing away from the fireplace.

“Right… could have gotten me a fitted ring though, my Harry ten years ago was more thoughtful.”

Louis’ tone is light and teasing again. It creates a small smile on Harry’s lips.

“Someday,” he whispers before he even registers it himself.

They both ignore it.

Or. A Fake Relationship & Exes to Lovers AU ft a failed proposal ten years ago, an oblivious Harry, an overworked Louis, Zayn as the protective best friend, a meddling aunt and a lot of talks about weddings and rings.

sweet like honey

A fic by falsegoodnight on AO3 | @falsegoodnight on Tumblr | falsegoodnight on Twitter

33k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Weeks of flat shopping with their limited budget with Louis as a librarian aid and Harry as a barista and arguments about whether a balcony or extended bathroom suite were more important (Harry wanted to be able to feel the crisp night’s air and watch the sun set and Louis just wanted to take long bubble baths) led to them stumbling across the perfect fit. A small flat only ten minutes from campus with a cramped but lovely balcony and an included bath.

It’s affordable too… well, sort of. But they always manage. Louis picks up more shifts as an aid, adapting a habit of bringing his Psych textbooks and homework with him to finish in between duties, and later his script so he can quietly practice lines with little distraction.

Harry also increases his number of shifts at the cafe and valiantly endures the nasty customers who for some reason flock to their establishment like moths to a flame.

For a while, it’s enough.

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Or, Harry and Louis need money and they find an unconventional solution in the form of PornHub. It’s not supposed to be a big deal.

Spoonful of Sugar

A fic by zanni_scaramouche on AO3 | @zanniscaramouche on Tumblr

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles.  

A name better suited for a myth than a man. Like the name of the devil, people either whisper it in fear or laugh it off as fable. Cut it open and this city’s heart doesn’t bleed red. It’s snowy white, and it pulses in the tight grip of Lucifer himself.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

Let's Break the Internet

A fic by louizsv on AO3 | @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount on Tumblr | piccadillyplum on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/OMC | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I’ll tell you what,” Sam leans forward in his chair and steeples his fingers in front of his face, “If you actually make an account and sell nudie pics and porn for more than three months, I’ll believe you.”

Louis purses his lips, ignoring the returning blush on his cheeks at the thought of having to film himself in compromising positions or taking photos of himself without any clothes on. Raising his chin defiantly, Louis accepts the challenge.

“Fine,” he agrees, “But when I win, you have to make one too.”

Lips quirked, Sam nods and holds out a hand, “Deal.” -- Or, the one where Louis is an Only Fans baby.

in a sea of mist

A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvetfics on Tumblr

126k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

A Greek Mythology/Camp Half-Blood AU where Harry is lost, the road to peace is a wretched one, and somehow, through a mist of confusion and regrets, Louis seems to be the only thing that makes sense and everything Harry needs.

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[heartbrokenct]

without you - jjh

pairing idol!jung jaehyun x reader

genre fluff + the slightest bit of angst

word count 5.7k (i know)

warnings get ur tish ready b, this is-...

summary Jaehyun is sent to the US for a music study, but what he doesn’t expect is to leave with a lot more than just music theory. 

a/n i was going to make this a multi-part thing just so i could keep it short but i figured why not make it one huge fic. anyway, pls lmk if you enjoy this!

    “Oh, come on, loser. It’ll be great! Besides, what is one small blind date going to do? Nothing, exactly! So get dressed and do whatever, and be ready to go at 7.” Your friend rambled on the other side of the phone, and you rolled your eyes. 

     “How in the hell do you always manage to convince me to make the dumbest decisions?” You say, slightly annoyed. Apparently one of your cousin's friends was “on the market” and of course your cousin decided to make plans for you and this friend of theirs without even asking you beforehand. Hell, you didn’t even know what this "friend" looked like. After a few more minutes of your cousin desperately getting you to agree, you laughed and hung up, realising the time was just past 4pm, and the date was in only 3 hours. 

    Quickly jumping into the shower, you heard your phone ringing again, and assuming it was your cousin, back to bother, you ignored it and got busy getting clean and fresh. After the shower came the skincare routine, as usual, and after that the terrifying choice of “what to wear on a first date with a stranger” loomed over you as you stared at the numerous possible outfits in your closet. Sighing, you start to yank things off hangers and try them on, twirling in the mirror and doing a few greeting motions, trying to gauge what you’d look like. You caught sight of yourself as you were taking off a top, and noticed just how great you looked, instantly getting  a boost of confidence. 

   You checked your phone quickly and noticed a missed call and a few texts from an unknown number, so you unlocked it and took a closer look. 

  #### : Hey, this is Jaehyun. I got your number from your cousin, they mentioned that we should probably decide on where to go but if you don’t mind, I made some reservations at this restaurant.

  #### : Address. 

  #### : Does 7pm sound okay?

You checked the time stamp on the message, and gasp. He’d messaged you almost an hour and a half ago, so you quickly typed a few messages in response, and hoped that he wouldn’t be too upset. And you hadn’t even gotten the chance to set your phone down when it dinged again, and another message popped up on the screen. 

   Blind-date guy : Oh wow, I was beginning to think you were standing me up before the date even began. 

   Blind-date guy : I’m just joking! Please don’t stand me up again, I truly can’t go through the night again with 5 waiters giving me sympathy pats on the back. 

   At that, you let out a small laugh, and wonder suddenly if he was some creep who just emanated those vibes. Honestly, leave it up to your family to prank you like that. They mentioned he was some sort of celebrity in Korea, but was here in the states studying music. 

   Blind-date guy : Was that too much info? That was definitely too much info… Hopefully I’ll see you tonight! 

     A smile graced your features, and you gave him an affirmative response before frantically turning towards the closet with a rather worried look. The address he had sent you was of a pretty upscale restaurant, and you weren’t sure if you had anything nice enough to wear. Plus, it was almost 40 minutes away from your place, which meant almost an hour and a half with the traffic in your city. You sighed, and double checked the time. Almost 6pm. Screaming, you decided on something elegant but also pretty casual, and grabbed your favorite pair of shoes to match. After one last look over in the mirror, you snapped a pic and sent it to your cousin, who called you while you were rushing to your car to tell you just how great you looked. 

  “Jaehyun’s going to be drooling all over you. He loves that fashion style, and the fact that you just look so exquisite… yeah hopefully you wore something nice underneath too!” They quipped, and you gasped, laughing and telling them off, before thanking them quickly and hanging up. 

     Almost 75 minutes later, you got to the address Jaehyun had sent you and you marveled at the exterior of the building. It looked so wonderful, and the smell of the food emanating from inside only reminded you of how hungry you were. Rushing inside, you went up to the hostess, and said you were here under a reservation for Jaehyun. She smiled, giving you a knowing look before leading you to a table near the back where it was more quiet. 

   You knew who he was even before the hostess motioned you to the right table. He just looked kingly, and his presence seemed to draw everyone’s attention all at once. His face looked a bit nervous, but as soon as he looked at you, it seemed to drain from his face and was quickly replaced with awe. His eyes looked up and down your body and suddenly you felt the need to hide from his piercing gaze. He stood, and nodded a thank you to the hostess, then came around the table and took out your chair, allowing you to sit before tucking it in slightly. 

    “Hi-ello...Hello.” He said, his voice coming out a bit softer than he expected, and you stifled a laugh. 

    “Hi, I’m Y/n. It’s really lovely to meet you Jaehyun.” You said, and sent him a warm smile. His face seemed to go a bit red and he cleared his throat, trying a greeting again.

    “Hello Y/n. You look amazing; it’s likewise very lovely to meet you.” A short pause, and he continued, “My friend told me a lot about you, but they didn’t mention just how attractive you are. Well, not attractive- I mean yes attractive but- Like- Y'know-” He stammered, and lifted a hand to run through his hair, and somehow managed to poke his eye slightly. He let his hand drop to the table and he laughed. You let out the laugh you’d been holding and joined his, reaching over the table to grab his nervous hands softly. 

    “Thank you, please don’t hurt yourself trying to compliment me.” You joked, and paused to check out the menu as the waiter came to take your drink order. After getting over the original awkwardness and choosing a meal, the both of you fell into a comfortable conversation ranging from your careers to deep philosophical questions. You picked up on the fact that he seemed to be really proud about his career as an idol in Korea, and how he had always wanted to become a singer. His eyes lit up as he described a bit of what it was like, before he asked you about your job, and passions.

 You barely noticed when the food was placed in front of you, or when the other patrons all looked at you both talking with knowing looks in their eyes, or even when the water came by with the bill. You could only focus on this wonderfully interesting man in front of you, who was surprisingly deeper than his very apparent good looks. The waiter came by to see if the bill was ready, and the both of you stopped your conversation, and then half argued about who would foot the bill. He refused to even let you see the total cost, so in the end, you had let him win. He went to reach for his wallet before asking you another question which again distracted you from the bill and as the waiter made his second appearance, Jaehyun quickly (and rather proudly) tucked his card into the leather folder all while giving the waiter an apologetic smile. You watched him, your head tilted to one side and a soft smile played on your lips as his dimples made their comeback on his face. He turned to you and then grabbed a hold of his drink, making eye contact with you over the rim. 

   “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, and you cleared your throat, shaking your head. 

   “Oh… Just admiring from afar.” You said, and he seemed to get a tad flustered. You let out a laugh through your nose, and the waiter came by with Jaehyun’s card. 

   “How much was the dinner? It wasn’t too much was it?” You ask again, and he shakes his head. 

   “I’m the one who made the reservation so I gladly paid for it. Don’t worry about it at all, okay?” He said, in a soft tone, and stood coming around to your side of the table and holding out his hand. 

   “Shall we?” He said, and you raised your eyebrows while putting your hand into his. He gripped it as he led you out of the restaurant and then stopped outside, looking up at the sky. You checked your phone, and saw the time read 11:17pm. 

   “Already?” You mumbled out loud subconsciously, but Jaehyun caught it. 

   “Already what?” He said, and looked at you, peering down at the screen of your phone. He noted the time, and sighed. 

   “Ah, did I keep you too long? If you’re taking public transit or a cab home, let me drive you. Since it’s late.” He said, and raised his eyebrows waiting for a response. You smirked, and rummaged around your belongings before producing your keys, and you jangled them in front of his face. 

   “I’ve got a ride, but thank you. It’s been a wonderful evening. Everything and more.” You said, a smile plastered on your face. He gave you one of his own, dimples and all, and you melted. 

   “Well good. If you’d like… maybe we could do this again? I’ll be in the states for another few months, for my music study.” He said, and you nodded, suddenly hit with the fact that he was some celebrity, but you hadn't seen a single crazed fan anywhere tonight. Nonetheless, you said your goodbyes, and gave him a hug before walking to your car. You missed the way he stared at you as you walked away and smiled to himself. He missed your creased brow as you wondered if it was even worth pursuing him. 

-

     A few dates and three months later, you were sprawled out on Jaehyun’s couch after a long day at your job. He was currently in the shower, leaving your eyes to roam around. The last time you’d been here you hadn’t really stopped to look around, and as those thoughts flooded to the front of your mind, you felt your face heating up. Suddenly the shower turned off, and you straightened up, trying to push the memories out of your mind, as a half clothed Jaehyun walked around into the living area. 

   “Hey, stranger, long time no see.” He said, walking over and leaving a soft but chaste kiss on your lips. You smiled at him and stood, using one finger to push him away by his chest. 

   “Hey yourself, stranger, I suggest you get dressed before we get really well acquainted with one another.” You said, and your eyes flicked down to the edge of the towel that was currently the only thing wrapped around him. He smirked and tried to pull you closer to him, and just as your lips were about to connect, his phone rang. He sighs and lets his head drop, and apologises before quickly picking up the phone. 

   “Yes, Hello?” He said into the phone, and suddenly his back tensed. You frowned, looking at his suddenly stiff muscles, and wanted to reach out to comfort him but something in your gut told you to hold off. He huffed angrily into the phone and let his head fall back, looking up at the ceiling. He finished his call, and turned to you with an upset look on his face. You pouted and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

   “An emergency came up. I have to fly back to Korea early.” He said, dejectedly. 

   “How much earlier?” You ask, afraid to ask. Truthfully, you knew this time was coming. The time when this weird three month long fling would come to an end, but you had decided to pursue it anyway. You knew that you’d end up hurt and he’d move on to whoever in Korea while you’d be left back here picking up the pieces of your heart. But his face twisted into one of empathy and he swallowed down his tears. 

   “A few weeks early. My manager said my flight is… next Thursday.” He said, and you gasped. He came up to you, and enveloped you into a huge hug, just holding you tightly against him. The smell of your shampoo invaded his senses and the only thing he wanted was to hold you like that forever. He suddenly remembered everything that he left back in Korea. His career, the rest of the members, his family. Everything was there, but you were here. You had changed his life in these past few weeks more than all his 23 years of experience had. More than his music study could ever teach him. And now, with just a few days left to be here with you, he found himself dreading going back. 

   “Jae?” You mumbled into his bare chest. 

   “Hm?” He answered, still holding on to you. 

   “Can you go put on some clothes and let’s just chill at home?” You responded and shifted your gaze so that you were looking at him. He peered at you and smiled, before leaving a kiss on your forehead and going to quickly change into some loungewear. 

   About 5 minutes later, he strode back into the living are where you’d made yourself comfortable on one of the couches. He smiled and threw himself next to you with a grunt, and grabbed you close to him as you cuddled up together. 

-

     Jaehyun had asked you to accompany him to the airport and see him off, but as you woke up on the day, you dreaded having to see him off. He texted you, and you responded that you’d be there. After all, you were in love with the guy. 

   You rolled out of bed and took a super fast shower, then got ready and jumped in the car. His flight was in just a few hours, but you wanted to make sure that he was there on time. As you pulled up to his apartment and went up to his door, you tried to hold back your emotions. He seemed intent on going back the past few days, and even mentioned that he was excited to leave and see his family and work again. Little did you know he was just trying to convince himself that it was the right choice. 

 You couldn’t help but think that some of the moments you shared weren’t as special for him than they were for you as you took the elevator up to his apartment. Before you even had the chance to knock on the door, he swung it open and you were greeted with a red eyed, puffy faced Jaehyun. You instantly could tell he had been crying, and you stepped in, pulling him into the biggest hug, which he returned with such ferocity it almost knocked you over. He let out a muffled sob and your heart broke into a million pieces. You gently pried him off of you, and calmed him long enough for him to tell you what was wrong but in between his breathy crying and staggered breathing, you could barely understand, so you just held him as he let it out. 

   The one part of his ramblings that you did catch however made your heart skip a beat. 

   “A-and you...these months-” A few sniffles, “So good, -nd I don't wanna go-” A soft ragged breath, “b-cause you are my everything…” He said, and then stopped. You felt his heartbeat quicken at what he just confessed, and you tried to steel your emotions 

   “Jae, I know. We grew close and these past few months have been fun, but that’s it. You have a career and your whole life in Korea, and you deserve to go and live it out and follow your dreams, like you told me you always wanted to do.” You said, tears pricking your own eyes. He suddenly shifted off of you and gave you an incredulous look. 

   “Just fun? Just fun?” He said, his voice rising a little. “So all this time, this was just a fling for you. You made me fall in love with you and now you’re telling me it was just fun? You’re saying that if I asked you to come with me you’d say no and tell me this is what? One sided? That you don't feel like this is the worst mistake?” He said, and you folded your arms over your chest. There was no way that you’d stand in the way of his career, no matter how much of a bad guy it would make you. He would get over it soon, and continue and be a world famous singer… Right? 

  You thought that is what he wanted, but as his words wash over you and you understand the depth of the relationship between the two of you. Something clicks in your mind but you don’t speak. You just stand there and look  down at the floor. 

   His breath catches in his throat and he mutters a quiet but forceful, “get out.” And you follow suit. Sighing and holding back tears of your own, you step out of his apartment and head out to the car, knowing that at some point he’d have to come down since you were his ride to the airport. As awkward as that one hour car ride was going to be, you didn’t have much of a choice, as before everything went down, he made sure that you were the only one to see him off. 

   A couple of minutes later, a puffy faced angry Jaehyun appeared at your passenger side door, and he knocked aggressively on the window, jutting his thumb to the back of the car. 

   “Open the trunk.” He mouthed, and the already thick tension only grew as you nervously opened the trunk and waited for him to climb in the car. He opened the door, and then slammed it with such force you thought the door was going to snap off. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes as you drove, and when you pulled into the freeway, you decided to speak. 

   “Listen-” You started, and he interrupted you with a raised hand. You heard him take a loud breath, and then he began to speak. 

   “I know you’re driving and your attention has to be on the road but please, hear me out.” He pleaded with you, and the desperate tone in his voice sent the waterworks your way again. 

“It's true. Without you, I can’t live. I can’t eat or sleep, or breathe without thinking about you. Everything that you did to me was so ethereal. You changed my life so much in these three months. I can’t begin to describe how hard it is for me to go. Honestly, when my company suggested that I come to the states for the music study I was skeptical because I already know music theory and production. But it was the best decision of my life. And now you’re sitting here telling me that this isn't-” He said and the tears began to spill on his face again. You gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to keep your eyes focused on the road ahead, but the emotion in Jaehyun’s voice was getting to you as well, and a few rogue tears slid down your cheeks. 

   “I know you can’t just leave your life behind here, but I really really want you to. I want you to come to Korea and live with me, and we can be happy. I can introduce you to my family and the other members, and it’ll be so good. I can ask the company to find you an apartment and we can-” he continued, but you stopped him. 

   “Jaehyun. You and I both know that as soon as you get back, you’ll be so busy that we won’t have time to see each other. You’re about to have a major comeback and I don’t even know Korean so it’ll be hard for me to even assimilate there. I really really want to put my whole life on hold but… How can I?” You say, and the hurt is clearly evident on your face as the both of you have tears streaked faces. The rest of the ride is relatively quiet, but at some point, Jaehyun reaches over and rests his hand on your thigh as a signal for a truce. 

   He sniffles and leans his head back on the headrest, eyes squeezed shut as you pull into the airport parking lot. After finding a space, and getting his luggage out of the trunk, he takes your hand and you both go inside. He checks in, and you start to head over to the security checkpoint, which you were not allowed to pass.

   “Please, promise me that you’ll stay in touch and we won’t be like those couples who promise and then never do and they grow apart. I seriously cannot live without you.” he said, while pulling you to face him. A couple of people were starting to gather, and by the looks of it they recognized Jaehyun, so you sent him a sad smile and gave him a huge hug, never wanting to let go. The both of you pulled away, and he grudgingly went to the passport check. Just before he disappeared behind the security checkpoint, he turned and locked eyes with you, and even from this far you knew he was sending you a soft, sad smile. Not a “goodbye”, but rather a “see you soon.”

Four Months Later

   You rushed to shove on your shoes and grab all of your luggage as you heard your cousin impatiently honking outside of your apartment building. You had been planning to surprise Jaehyun for a few weeks, and asked them to come and take you to the airport. You left your apartment and quickly went over to a neighbor's where you asked them to take care of some plants and to pick up your mail each day. The middle aged woman agreed, and happily took your keys, wishing you a safe flight and travels. 

  You thanked her as you flew down the hallway, and heard her chuckling just before you rounded the corner and smashed the call button for the elevator. You knew it wouldn’t come any faster if you kept pressing the button, but you did it anyway. The nerves kicked in as you descended in the metal box, and ran out to your cousin’s car. They flung the door open for you, and you threw your bag into the backseat before hopping in. The drive was filled with some laughs and the memories from your last trip to the airport came suddenly flooding back. It had been only a few months ago that you had driven Jaehyun to the airport and had your first teary-eyed farewell. 

   Since then, you both called at least once a week, but texted every day. You slowly became more interested in NCT, his group, and even started talking to a few of his other English-speaking members, who all welcomed you with excited messages. You had been learning Korean with Mark and Johnny, to surprise Jaehyun, and not to toot your own horn, but you’d been getting pretty good! You could now communicate at it’s most basic sense of the word, and at least order food and ask for traveling directions. You smiled as you pulled up your conversation with Jaehyun, and read some of the new messages.. 

   Jaehyun : Babe! Have you had the chance to watch our m/v yet? It came out like a few hours ago! 

   Jaehyun : You really should watch it and let me know what you think. I wrote the lyrics with Johnny-hyung this time. I think you’d be proud.

   Jaehyun : Yo babyyyy….? 

   Jaehyun : Babe? Ah you’re probably busy. Ok call me when you watch it so i can see your reaction!

You smiled at all the messages, and sent him a quick “I’m at work, call you later, love you.” and then thought about how you’d explain away being inactive for your 13+ hour flight. You sighed, and locked your phone, then leaned your head back. 

   Your cousin pulled into the drop-off lane at the airport. You looked at them with a grateful smile, and gave them an awkward hug over the center console which they returned. As soon as you grabbed all of your belongings and double checked for your wallet and passport, you waved them goodbye, and they sped off. You turned and walked into the airport, and after a tiring 45 minute ordeal through check-ins and security, you finally made it to your gate. You took out your phone while you waited for the flight to board, and saw a few messages from Mark who was also in on the surprise. He said that him and Johnny managed to get you a company car to pick you up from the airport, but that you’d have to find your own housing. 

   “Shouldn’t be too hard…” You mumbled, and replied to him before searching for hotels in the Seoul area. There were a few upscale locations, but you decided to also check Airbnb for any long-term residence options. You came upon a sweet little apartment near Itaewon , which was about a 45 minute drive from the SM campus. You searched for anything cheaper or closer, but after not finding anything, you quickly booked the location for a 2 week period. You smiled happily, having one less thing to worry about on your flight, and then heard the “All-Passengers Now Boarding” message, so you grabbed all of your things again, and huddled in the line. You had been lucky to find a good deal on a seat in the economy class, so you took your seat near the front of the plane, having a rather great view out the window. You smiled and relaxed as a kind looking lady sat down next to you, and you fell into a comfortable conversation as the rest of the passengers were seated and the plane took off. She told you a few stories about how her family was all in Korea but she visited the US to see her daughter who just had a baby. You smiled at her story, and she patted your hand. 

   “You go to Korea? What do you have in Korea?” She asked tentatively, and you told her your love story. You left out the part about him being a singer, thinking she might not believe you, and she smiled warmly, and recounted a few stories from her youth about her and her now late husband. You smiled, and upon checking your phone, saw that you’d managed to pass a few hours of your time swapping stories. A steward announced that passengers could now use their in-flight wifi, and you quickly took out your phone to see a few missed calls from your cousin (who probably just wanted an update) and a few tests from none other than Jaehyun himself. 

   Jaehyun : Baby, I have the night off… are you still at work? We should call. 

   Jaehyun :  Please? I really want to see your pretty face, I miss you.

   Jaehyun :  Ahhh, come on, I know you’re not busy because we usually call at this time… 

You stifled a laugh, and rolled your eyes softly at his antics. He was always begging to see you, and now you didn’t know how to remedy the situation and not expose your location. You got an idea and ran to the lavatory, which was thankfully unlocked. After fishing your headphones from your pocket, you plugged them in and asked if he was free at the moment, and before you were even able to respond he was already video calling you. You laughed and hit the accept button, and smiled at the camera. 

   “Hi! Oh- I missed your face so much, you beautiful work of art…” His voice rang into your headphones, and you saw his eyebrows furrow as he drew the phone close to his face to see the screen. 

   “Where are you?” He said, brows still furrowed, and you smiled, trying to look as genuine as you could, 

   “I’m in the restroom at this little place, I wanted to take some time out and just treat myself, you know?” You said, and technically you were vague enough to not lie, and somehow he didn't press for any more information. 

   “Oh, baby that's good that you get to do something nice for yourself… Have you watched the m/v yet?” He asked, impatiently and you already knew he just wanted you to stroke his already inflated ego. You laughed, and he smiled widely, and shook your head. 

   “ I haven't but I swear I will as soon as I get home tonight? I know it’ll be late but you have to promise to wait for me!” You say, and he tiredly laughs. 

   “I promise to wait for your call tonight babe, I don’t think I’ll even sleep peacefully until I hear your opinion on the m/v.” He said, and you laughed. After a few more minutes of talking, you told him that there were others waiting to use the restroom, and after an insurmountable nu be of "I love you"s and "Yes, I'll call you later"s, you hung up just before you exited the lavatory. You spent the rest of the time napping and sometimes chatting with the lady seated next to you, who had a multitude of interesting things to tell you. You’d lost track of time, and only noticed when the stewards and stewardesses came by with lunch trays. 

  After that, you fell into a deep sleep, and only woke when the “Please Fasten your seatbelts for landing” messages were being played on the intercom. You hastily buckled it, and the nervousness started to kick in once again. The lady next to you must have sensed it because she reached over and gave your hand a sympathetic squeeze, and reassured you that “He will be excited to see you. I promise”. 

  After the landing and a rough battle through customs, you finally made it to the gates where onlookers waited for their friends and family to walk out. You spotted a man holding a paper with your name on it, and went over, greeting him formally and returning his polite smile. He took your things and led you to a nondescript car, where he put your things in the trunk and held the back door open for you to get in. Once settled, he asked if you would give him an address, or if he should take you to the SM building. 

   “SM building, please.” You say, hoping that you were using the correct verbage and honorifics. The driver’s eyebrows raised, and he made eye contact with you in the mirror. In a soft broken English he complimented your Korean, and said he was surprised that you knew pronunciation so well. You smiled and thanked him, and explained that some friends had helped you study it before coming. He nods, and the rest of the ride is spent in a comfortable silence.

    An hour and a half-ish later, the car pulled into the parking lot of the SM building, and you almost burst out of the car in excitement. You’d been texting with Mark and Johnny in a private group chat, and they said Jaehyun had fallen asleep waiting for you to call him somewhere in a waiting room. You were shown into a side entrance, so as to avoid any prying eyes, and you quickly met up with the aforementioned boys, who greeted you with wide smiles and big hugs. They led you around the building and showed you a few of the locations that you’d seen before in videos and on call with Jaehyun. 

  You smiled fondly as you followed them around and they led you into a small room with couches lining the sides, and a few tables thrown in the middle. And you saw him. Him. 

  He was slouched against one of the couches, chin to shoulder and out cold. An innocent look was on his face as he slept and as you admired him, Johnny and Mark said they'd wait for you guys downstairs and left. 

  You gently set down your small bag on a table and silently made your way over to your sleeping boy. Smiling, you sat on his lap, legs straddling his thighs and he stirred from his sleep with a sharp intake of breath. His eyes fluttered open and he made eye contact with you, staring into your eyes with a confused glare. You put your hands on his shoulders, and then moved them up to his face, cupping his cheeks as you sent him a smile. 

  "Y/n…? I-Is this… Am I still dreaming?" He whispered and you laughed, answering, 

  "No, you're not dreaming. I'm here… kiss me." You said, and he immediately obliged, closing the distance between your lips. His hands finally made their way around your waist, and he pulled you closer to his chest, and smiled into the kiss. 

  "What? How? How did you even find me?" He said, breathlessly and you explained to him the whole story from beginning to end. He listened with a marveling look on his face, and let his head drop as he smiled shyly. 

  "Well I am so glad you're here. I missed you so much, you've got no idea. Korea isn't half as fun without you." He said, and you sat and caught up for a few minutes, before you remembered the other two who were waiting. 

  "Johnny and Mark are waiting for us! They said we should go out to get some late-night food." You quickly said and climbed off of Jaehyun's lap as he stood and stretched. He gathered his things and you yours and just before you two set out the door, he took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

 "Have I ever told you how much I love you, Y/n?" 

 "Everyday."

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The Marriage Project (6)

Heyyy guys! Sorry this has taken so long to get out. Even though I have a lot of chapters written, I’m in the process of overhauling some later chapters and I’m trying to make sure I don’t conflict anything in these earlier chaps. Also I’ve been sooooo busy :(

Also: if you haven’t seen my recent kim possible au, definitely check it out!

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Word Count: 2307

Warnings: none that I can think of this chapter

% Approximately the 2nd week of October %

Monday you continued to shut down and deflect dumb rumors about you and Tom. The rumors had exploded over the weekend since some had noticed the way Tom pointed you out before his game and walked with you after.

But it was all innocent, right?

In home ec, you started a sewing project of making a pajama set. 

As always, Mrs. Flynn had tied it into the marriage project, requiring that couples sewed each others’ garments and made the fabrics compliment each other. If everything turned out right, the couples would have to wear them during their final presentations.

You laid on the floor over the fabric you’d chosen as Tom marked your hem length for the pants, the main part of the pattern already cut out.

“This Friday is your last home volleyball game, right?” Tom questioned as he rubbed chalk on the fabric.

“Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? It’s been half of my school life longer than I’ve known you. Just like that, it’ll be pretty much over.”

“Have any big plans for your senior night, then?”

You sat up and got off the fabric so Tom could cut it.

“Well, I’m probably gonna do my hair and makeup since they’ll take pictures before the game, and then after we win I’m going out to dinner with my family. My extended fam is coming to town. If they weren’t gonna be here I’d drive over to the football game.”

You laid out the fabric for Tom’s pants and waited for him to lay on it, preparing to do the same as him.

The football game was against the other public school in your town, which was essentially your biggest rival, and this year it was at their field.

“You won’t get to see me win, princess? That’s just sad. I’ll be at your game for at least the beginning. I just have to be over there an hour and a half before kickoff, but it’s not till 7:30. My mom wants to shoot pics so you’ll probably see her.”

Tom laid down.

“Oh yeah? Based on the football pictures I’ve seen, I’m excited for her volleyball shots. By the way, how did the pictures she took this weekend turn out? I haven’t had real pictures like that taken of me since I was probably 3.”

You leaned forward to mark the fabric, but first had to move Tom’s leg to the right position.

“Haven’t seen them. She never shows me pictures until she’s done editing. I also can’t relate to the other thing. She’s had a camera pointed at all of us since the day we were born. I get it, though, it is her career.”

Tom got up and you both went to sit by the sewing machine you’d set up, pinning the fabric cutouts into individual pant leg tubes.

“Tell her I’ll be her subject matter any time, champ. I actually had a lot of fun doing it.”

“WIll do. And you’re really gonna stick with champ?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Kinda rolls off the tongue.”

By the end of class you’d both finished and tried on the pants, and you were surprised at how well Tom had done on yours.

Wednesday, you made the shirts, which, since they were custom made, fit just about perfectly, too. As per usual, you got an A.

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Friday morning, you dreaded and looked forward to the afternoon. Like, yeah, you were excited to be recognized for your years of hard work, but you didn’t want it to be over either. 

You looked in the mirror, butterflies in your stomach. 

Since it was chilly, you wore some ripped skinny jeans and a dressy long sleeved top with pink flowers. Your hair was straightened and glittery makeup adorned your face. 

You were interested to see how people would react to the more traditionally “girly” side of you at school.

Even your parents were surprised to see you all dressed up as you said your goodbyes and headed out the door.

In the halls, people pointed and stared, but it wasn’t accusatory like the prior week. Instead, people complimented the look and congratulated you on the upcoming evening.

You walked into calculus, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you sat down next to Tom.

“Wow. Finally decided to go for it, huh?”

“Yeah, well. I thought about our conversation a couple weeks ago and decided to dress for myself. It’s been pretty well received so far.”

“Princess, I’m pretty sure people are gonna like you no matter what you’re wearing.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, preparing to reply when you were cut off by the bell and the start of announcements.

As your game got closer throughout the day, the pit in your stomach grew deeper. You spent the entire free period talking to coach in her classroom to get your mind off the upcoming game.

“Y/n, I know you’re nervous, but this is going to be the best night of your entire volleyball career. I know you and know that you’re gonna crush it. That whole team looks up to you and Anna. I haven’t seen a pair of such magnetic personalities leading my team in years. I’m proud to call myself your coach.”

You gave a watery smile.

“Thank you, coach. I’ve loved having you mentor me these last four years. I promise I won’t just forget about you after tonight.”

“Well you better not. We still have regionals and state the next two weeks,” she joked. “Now bring it in, kid. I don’t want anyone seeing me be a softie.”

You quickly hugged. Once separating, she took on a serious face.

“Now go run along, eat a snack or whatever it is you do before games,” she said seriously, before cracking one more smile and tossing you a wink.

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You stood outside the gym nervously, flanked by your parents. 

They were about to walk you out and present you for the final time. 

Anna was walking through the gym now with her parents and siblings as people cheered in the stands, and there were nervous flutters in your stomach.

Finally, someone waved you along. You stepped into the large gym and saw the massive crowd cheering and clapping. All of your friends and family were in the stands.

You also noticed Tom in the crowd. He wasn’t overtly clapping and yelling like everyone else, but he did put up a thumb and shoot you a wink when you made eye contact.

As the announcer listed off things from the senior night sheet you had filled out, you found yourself holding back tears, thinking about all the memories you had of the sport.

A few slipped out and you quickly wiped them away so Nikki could come take a couple pictures of your family.

After the announcer finished up, your parents went to join your extended family in the stands as you warmed up on your home court one last time.

After winning the first two sets, you sat on the bench, ready to win one last one as you noticed Tom slip out the gym, giving one final wave.

You quickly pushed his absence out of your mind however, when you got behind the back line and put an ace down on the first serve.

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Sam opened his front door for you the next day.

Of course, you had won the night before, shed a few tears, and enjoyed the time with your family, who you’d said bye to before going to the Hollands’.

“Hey, y/n. Good game last night. You and Anna crushed it.”

“Thanks, Sam. Julia was amazing, too. Without her, we’d never have good passes to set and hit.”

Sam agreed and talked to you for a little bit when you thought of something.

“Oh, hey. Where’s your mom? I wanted to talk to her.”

“Um, I think she’s in her office. Let’s go check.”

He led you to a part of the house you’d never been, and sure enough, Nikki was sat in front of a large desktop computer, a picture of you jump serving on the screen.

“That’s an incredible shot!”

She startled a bit and turned her chair to face you.

“Oh! Y/n, you scared me. Come on in! I was just going through the pictures I took at yours and Tom’s games last night. While you’re here, let me show you the ones I took last Saturday.”

She minimized the tab she was working on and pulled up a file, the first picture being a black and white shot of you looking down at a notebook, writing.

“Woah. That’s beautiful,” you breathed, looking at every little detail.

“Thank you, that means a lot. You can scroll through them all, if you like. I’m going to go find Tom, I think I heard him and Harry arguing not too long ago.”

You chuckled as she left, looking at each photo. Some she kept in color and others were in black and white. You stopped on the picture of you and Tom laughing at each other.

Your faces were lit up in genuine happiness, and you felt a pang in your chest as you burned the photo into your memory. You quickly changed it when you heard footsteps approaching.

“Hey, sorry. Harry was being an ass. You like the pictures?”

“Yeah, they’re incredible. I’d love to have some of them.” you said, scrolling through the last few.

“I’ll ask her to put some of those on the flashdrive she’s making you. She was planning on just putting all the pictures from last week to tomorrow on one if you’re good with it.”

“Oh, yeah. No rush. Ready to go upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied as you picked up your backpack from the floor and followed him. He continued. “So I hear you guys won last night. Way to end on the best note possible.”

“Yeah, it was a bittersweet night. What about you? I never heard anything about the game.”

“Oh, we won. Not much to it, but it was a tough game.”

Tom closed the door behind him and immediately went to his desk. He pulled out a piece of chocolate and tossed it to you as you sat down.

You worked together for a while, then decided to take a break, just sprawled across the floor on your backs a couple feet apart.

You glanced over at Tom, who was messing around with his necklace.

“Can I ask you something?” you said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“What’s with your necklace? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take it off.”

Tom was quiet for a few minutes, rolling his plastic ring in his fingers.

“My grandad, my dad’s dad, gave it to me a few years ago before he passed. It’s just a saint’s symbol for protection. It was basically his way of saying he’d always be there for me. He was one of the best people in my life, and I wear it to remember him. It also helps me stay grounded sometimes, when I’m anxious or sad.”

You listened intently and looked at Tom for a while, who was just staring straight at the ceiling. There were tons of questions racing through your head, but you narrowed them down to one.

“Why did you put your, uh, ‘wedding’ ring on there, then? I don’t feel like I deserve to be next to him.”

Tom smiled and let out a breath through his nose, then looked right at you.

“Well I definitely wasn’t going to wear it on my finger. At first, I did it just to piss you off, because I could tell that you didn’t like it. But… I don’t know, I just… kept it as a reminder of everything we’ve been through. We still call each other enemies but honestly, I’ve started to consider you one of my closest friends.”

You scanned his face, grinning slightly. Over the past week and a half his bruises had pretty much faded, a little bit of yellow lingering around his cheek and his lip pink with new skin. 

You noticed his hand close by and laid yours on top of it, stroking your thumb over the tops of his fingers.

“Yeah… yeah,” was all you could manage to whisper out loud. 

After a few moments, Tom flipped his hand, pressing your palms together and curling his fingers around yours. All you could manage to do was stare at each other in silence, unsure of what to think or how to act. 

You were startled out of it when there was a knock at the door. Your hands quickly pulled away from each others’ as the door creaked open and you sat up. It was Nikki.

“Sorry to bug you two, but I was just gonna come ask what time would be good for you tomorrow, y/n? We need enough time to get there and take the sports pictures during the day but I think golden hour would be perfect if you wanted to bring another outfit and take regular pictures.”

“Okay, yeah. Whatever time you think. I’m free all day.”

“Well I was thinking we leave here by two so we get there at three and have plenty of time before it gets fully dark around eight. My parents would love to have you for dinner, too.”

“Sounds good with me. I’ll make sure to pack a dress or something to change into.”

“Alright, well I’ll let you get back to it, just wanted to ask before I forgot again.”

Once she shut the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You looked to Tom, who seemed just as uncomfortable about everything as you were.

“Okay then, let’s finish up,” you suggested, waking your computer back up.

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A/N: once again, so sorry it has taken this long to upload ch 6! I’m so excited for y’all to see ch 7 tho like I literally love it. Anyways, I really want to get on a more consistent upload schedule but I also want this story to be the best it can be and school is making that so hard rn

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hii! i saw you’re a new writer and your style is frickin awesome!! could you write a tanaka x black reader who’s also a cheerleader on a lvl 4 team and it’s his first time seeing her compete?!?! please and thank you!

Tanaka Seeing His All-Star Cheerleader GF Compete For The First Time! (Fluff)

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A/N: Thank you for resending this🥺🤍🤍🤍 of COURSE! Let’s go on a trip to the should-have-happened 2020 Cheerleading Worlds:

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“Babe!!! I’m so excited to see you!!!” Your boyfriend exclaimed into the phone. You had to hold the phone a few centimetres away from your ear because his voice was just so loud when he was excited.

“Me too, baby. We are about to start warming up soon. Did you find a spot to sit? You’re not too far back, are you? Because you can buy a pair of binoculars-“

“NO NEED! Second row, baby.”

You gasped, surprised. “What?? But you came a bit late, didn’t you? Those seats would have been taken for hours!”

“Are you questioning the powers of your boyfriend, Y/N?! All we had to do was make our way to the front audience and before you knew it two seats just opened up—“

We. Oh, right.

You remembered that Tanaka had brought his best friend Noya to Florida with him for the Cheerleading Worlds. Being well aware of how your bf and his friend are together , you immediately understood how they were able to find two seats in the front.

“Now I get it. Nishinoya bothered the other girls so much they relocated...” You had seen it first-hand at outdoor concerts with Nishi and Tanaka. Nishinoya has become even more girl crazy since his friend got off the market, he really wanted a girlfriend so he could go on double dates with you two instead of feeling like the perpetual third wheel.

“Huh? What matters is that we got a spot, Y/N!” Called a distant voice that you knew was Noya’s.

You rolled your eyes even though they couldn’t see it.

“Babe, I’m so glad you came, you know that right? Thank you so much!!” Your heart swelled every time you thought about the fact that your man literally booked a surprise trip to Florida from Japan to see you at the biggest competition in your entire life! You found out he was here last night—in a hotel far away because they were all booked up for worlds—But, he was here nonetheless. He didn’t want to shock you at the actual competition in case it altered your mind.

“I told you I’d be there!” He said.

“Yes but I didn’t believe you!! It’s a 15-hour flight!”

“That’s exactly why I brought my Noya with me! We had a blast on the flight. I just can’t wait to see you compete!” Your boyfriend quieted then, and you could hear the smile in voice when he said, “Plus, Noya wanted to be here for [YBF/N aka Your Best Friends Name].”

Noya shouted: ‘shut up, Tanaka!” in the distance and you laughed.

This is the first time that your cheer gym has ever qualified for Worlds and when your team had been given an invitation the lot of you cried for a week straight. Your boyfriend had sent you a singing telegram in celebration. It was hilarious and you loved him for it.

“That silly crush still going strong, huh Yuu?”

There were sounds of bustling in the phone then you heard Yuu loud and clear.

“It’s not silly Y/N. I’ll tell you that for the last time!”

“Tanaka told me you just asked out the hotel receptionist last night!!!”

“Because YBF/N-chan rejects me every day! I gotta make her jealous somehow!”

You heard rustling again and and an ‘Ow!’ from Noya before your boyfriends comforting voice entered the phone speaker again.

“Babe. Don’t let Noya drag you into their drama again. I need you to focus on your cheer comp. You kill it out there. Tell them if they drop you they’re gonna hear from me and blow me a kiss if you can.”

You blushed. You felt so insanely happy every time he encouraged you because he knew you so well and he was the best at it. You literally adored the man.

After speaking a little longer, your loving goodbyes and hanging up, Tanaka left to get snacks for himself and Noya while Noya held their seats

Ryu loved junk food and he loved his girlfriend so today was a perfect day

He knew It was a great idea to surprise you in Florida for the most important day of your life because he wanted you to know that nothing was more special to him than your happiness

On the way to Worlds from the hotel, Tanaka had annoyed Yuu to no end because he had tried to empty out the gift shop in search for an after-competition present for you

Noya swatted everything out of his hands, telling him that you were not on your death bed so the ‘get well soon’ teddybear was a no no & that he’d look lame with it

Not caring but kind of listening, Tanaka settled on picking up a bouquet of yellow roses for you because that was your uniform colour and he got your favourite candy.

Noya rolled his eyes but deep down he was so happy that his best friend had found the greatest love the two of them had ever seen

Seeing Y/N and Tanaka together made Yuu actually want to feel the kind of love his best friend felt for you and stop being such a player.

He had seen how much Tanaka had changed since meeting you, and it was incredible that his high-spirited best friend even had more notches to ascend

After retrieving the snacks, Tanaka returned to the stands and handed Nishinoya’s his order

They watched about 4 other teams perform before the announcer announced your team as next!!!

Tanaka cheered so loudly like a proud father

Nishinoya like a proud uncle

Your team ran on stage and you were holding hands with your best friend while waving to the audience

when you caught sight of your buzz cut baby in the crowd you pointed to him and blew him a big kiss

He pointed to his shirt with a huge smile and you could see that he was wearing a white t-shirt with your face on it in a cheer selfie

Omg lol

Honestly, Did you expect anything less?

Tanaka’s heart soared when you pointed him out, though he would never admit it, and his cheeks were hurting from smiling so wide!!!

He had never seen you perform not once before and he couldn’t wait to see you in your element!

When the lights shut off the libero and wing spiker started chanting your name in unison and whooping like they do while watching NFL.

Tanaka’s heart was beating through his chest because he was so nervous for you! Cheerleading was nothing like volleyball— while his volleyball team had 3 sets and over an hour to win a game, his beautiful girlfriend only had 2 minutes to leave everything on the floor that’s she and her team had been practicing months for and then it was all over.

Ryūnosuke watched as your team got into position.

His eyes glued themselves to you in a dance position to the far right

Since videotaping at the Cheerleading Worlds was strictly prohibited, he had practiced not blinking staring competitions with Noya last night so he wouldn’t miss a second of your performance!

He stood on his toes as to not let you out of his sight. He wanted to see your big ponytail all the way down to your toes. The whole nine yards.

Noya tried standing on the chair but he got hissed at so he jumped back down lol

Tanaka cheered one last time when he saw you take one last deep breath

“Game Time, Y/N! YOU GOT THIS BABE”

In a beat, the up-beat loud music started and you were going.

Tanaka was in awe of you and the incredible sport

Everything went so fast he was sure if he tried he’d have a heart attack from working to hard

He saw you whip your body backwards in series of difficult flips

He watched you jump into your bases hands and get tossed so high in the air that his heart stopped

He watched you stand tall in the air with only one guy holding you up while holding your toes beside your ear flexibly (partner stunts)

He watched the team move into a triangle and jump all at once hearing the crowd go:

“Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit! Pull!”

Then, he watched your team make a human pyramid! But it was so much more elaborate than the 3-person one he’d seen on tv shows:

What Tanaka expected:

Vs. What Tanaka saw:

Finally, he got to watch you in his favourite part: the sassy high energy dance at the end

Tanaka was flabbergasted because he never knew you were so much of an athlete (no offence meant, that’s what most people think before they witness competitive cheerleading)

When your team finished he cheered so loudly for you and so did Nishi

The energy in the crowd was unbelievable!!!

You looked out of breath and beautiful standing in your end position

To Tanaka, Cheerleading looked harder than volleyball!

And more dangerous.

It was like watching a Cirque de Soleil performance if it was on steroids and fast forwarded.....he loved it!!!

Tanaka wanted to run on stage when your team finished but he kept his cool and waited

After the comp and award ceremony (your team didn’t place) Tanaka was the first to run and pick you up into his arms in a big bear hug

He told you how proud he was of you and squeezed you and kissed your cheek

Even though you were sad, you couldn’t help but giggle in his embrace

All of your teammates were jealous of how cute you two were and how amazing your bf was to come all the way to America just to see you

Especially when Noya handed Tanaka who handed you the beautiful yellow roses and candy he bought for you

Everyone wished they had a boyfriend like yours as you took cute pictures together (some with Ryu kissing your cheek, giving you a piggy back, and the two of you kissing)

All pic credits go to Nishinoya who takes it way too seriously but you love him anyway

Tanaka explained to you how awesome you guys did and it literally made you forget about your loss and just smile

It was important you were happy because that meant you could enjoy the rest of the Florida trip with your best boy !!

Even Noya had a pretty great happily ever after on this trip because YBF/N was so impressed by the shirt he made with her face on it.

Go big or go home was definitely your bf’s best friend’s speciality and your best friend actually agreed to go on a date with him after seeing it

Ryu gave his Libero a thumbs up before leaning down to kiss you

He held you lovingly in his strong arms

All in all, you were ecstatic to have your man at your competition and Ryu was even happier than you to be there.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Kismet {4}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation, LOTS OF DIALOUGE

Words: 4k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Aliya-

 You were groggy, and you knew why. Once you got in from your impromptu date, you were so aroused you had to immediately jump into the shower. You’d hoped the water would have helped alleviate the situation, but your multi rainfall showerheads only made your body more sensitive and hungry. So after as much resisting as humanly possible (two minutes), you decided to take care of it yourself. The only problem was once wasn’t enough, twice barely took the edge off, and by the time you made it to your fourth attempt, you were minimally appeased and still thinking about the man with the captivatingly blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean itself.

Sleep was not even an option, so you snuggled in bed wrapped in his sweater that cocooned you with his scent—a scent that you already loved. When you went through your phone, you nearly rolled out of your bed when you saw the four additions he’d added to your gallery. The four selfies were perfection. The lighting was on point, and each and every one of the photos showed how gorgeous he was. He had no bad angles, the sun loved him, the night loved him, and you were sure the rain, snow, sleet, and wind would too. No man should have that amount of gorgeousness. It wasn’t fair.

 After spending way too much time gawking at his pictures, you found the pictures he’d had most likely have seen. When you looked through them, you wanted to die. The pictures definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. You wondered what he’d thought when he saw them or even if he had to do a little self-gratification when he saw them or even when he got home. For some reason, you’d wanted him to have been overcome with desire for you, even though you weren’t sure just what the hell you were doing.

As you sat at your table with your friends for brunch, you tried to ignore the flashes of cameras from the tables within sight of yours. It wasn’t something anyone ever got used to. You always felt like you had to be “on.”

 “It feels like it’s been years since we talked,” Amaya whined out as she gripped yours and Alicia’s hand. She was the dramatic one.

 “I know. It’s crazy how dependent we are on our cellphones,” you added.

 “Leece filled me in and told me everything,” Amaya began. She dropped her jaw and bugged her eyes for emphasis.

 “Everything?”

 “Yep, now for you to continue,” Amaya steered.

 You groaned and exaggeratedly rolled your eyes. “I’m too hungry for this,” you whined as you flipped through the menu. You were starving enough to eat the entire menu.

 “Welcome to Blue Café. My name is Will. What can I get you guys?”

 The waiter in a blue apron had a great smile and an even better head of curls. He definitely could have been a model.

 “I want something heavy. I drank a lot last night. Hmm, the split pea soup to begin, a cheeseburger with the works except for onions and mushrooms. Very well done, please and to drink ummm, a strawberry and mint lemonade,” you listed.

 “All right, and you, ladies?”

 Your friends ordered as you checked your phone to find Henry calling. It was at this moment you realized he’d programmed himself into your phone even with an ID pic. He’d really gotten comfortable with it. The amusement of his boldness had you smiling to yourself.

 “So?”

 Amaya’s voice had you putting your phone down after dimming the screen to give them your attention.

 “We had dinner,” you blandly announced.

 “So, you actually stayed.”

 Nodding to Alicia’s inquiry, you continued. “I did. He said if after drinks and appetizers I couldn’t stand him, then I could go.”

 “I guess you could stand him,” Amaya sarcastically slid in. You knew just what she was implying.

 “Guess so.”

 “How’d he look?”

 Your smile spread before you could stop it. “Amazing, gorgeous. I have no words for how beautiful this man is,” you practically screeched as you tried to wipe the stupid grin off your face. It was too late to, though, they’d already seen it, and you knew they were judging.

 “He’s not a piece of meat, Liya,” Alicia sarcastically chastised.

 “Uggh, are you sure because I’d say he’s prime grade A man steak,” you said. As soon as the words were out, your friends laughed loudly, bringing the attention of those around you. Even though you tried not to, you had to laugh as well.

 “He is fine. I’ve seen his movies. God him in spandex for Superman did it for me,” Amaya confessed.

 You didn’t blame her, that man in spandex would do it for any woman.

 “How was the conversation?”

 Practicing some etiquette, you cleared your throat and sat back. “Good. Flowing, no awkward pauses except the stares and dirty thoughts that had me sweating like a horny teenager.”

 Amaya snorted then fanned herself. “It would happen to me too.”

 “How was he?”

 Alicia always knew how to ask the right questions. You were convinced it was her superpower. You thought back to Henry’s smile and demeanor last night, and that had you smiling. “Eh-em, he was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, was respectful to the servers, courteous, mannerable—he was good.”

 The two of them exchanged looks that said this questioning wasn’t anywhere close to finished.

 “What happened after dinner?

 “We went for drinks.”

 “Ooh, an extended first date,” Amaya sing songed.

 “Eh, this wasn't a date. It was an exchange of phones,” you clarified.

 “Did you get your phone?”

 “I did, after the bar. Turns out, he looked through it and saw my semi-nude,” you announced.

 “Which one?”

 After showing them the picture, they giggled. “Oh, the suggestive nude, nude,” Alicia joked as she rolled her eyes.

 “Yeah, now I’m weirded out. Not because I was pretty much naked but because he saw me pretty much naked and--.”

 “—There is nothing between you now, and that makes it much harder to ignore because you want to rip his clothes off,” Alicia filled in like the mind-reading Aliya whisperer she was.

 You rapidly nodded with your eyes widened; she got it. your laugh slipped out, and it made you feel like a raving lunatic. “Oh my god, this man has invaded me.”

 “Sounds sexy,” Amaya said.

 “It’s not,” you flatly corrected.

 “It can be if you let it,” Alicia suggested.

 You rolled your eyes again and fiddled with your phone. “Guys, he’s juggling two women.”

 “You don’t know that,” Amya blurted out, the first to come to his defense.

 “Explain two women blowing up his phone daily for a week and a half. Explain that. As a woman, I am not going to blowing up any man’s phone like that unless I’m sleeping with him.”

You looked between them and watched as they both came up with their defenses.

 “That could be anything. Sisters,” Amaya suggested.

 “He has no sisters, four brothers.”

 “Brother’s wives?”

 You narrowed your eyes and gave them the “do I look stupid” look, but they continued.

 “Assistants, he is an actor,” Amaya added.

 After kissing your teeth in the loudest way possible, you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

 “Ask him,” Alicia advised.

 “For what? There is no reason to. We are nothing to each other,” you concluded.

 The two of them sat there quietly, looking at you as if you were a bold face liar. You didn’t care. It was your truth.

 “When you got home, did you touch yourself?”

 Your jaw dropped as you gaped at her. “Shut up!”

 “Oh my god!” Amaya’s loud ass mouth brought all the eyes. You had to cover your face as they obnoxiously laughed at you.

 “Enough. We’re done rehashing this,” you grumbled.

 “Wait, one last thing. During dinner, did you ever get the impression that he couldn’t wait for it to be over or that this may be all about a conquest?”

 You knew what she was doing. Amaya was not as slick as she thought she was. You rolled your eyes again and sighed before you answered. “No.”

 “Okay.”

 That was all she came back with as if her hypothesis needed no further defense. They always ganged up on you, and it was clear where they stood in this new situation, and it wasn’t with you.

 Shopping followed your brunch, but that was cut short by the paparazzi hounding you after the third store you emerged from. Someone must have dropped the tip to bring them. It was a madhouse and an immediate good time killer. The three of you had to alternate your plan for a day of fun and finished it out with a drive to Santa Monica to enjoy the boardwalk. All in all, it turned out to be a really chill day, one that you’d needed more than you knew.

By the time you got back to your house, it was nearing six. Once in front of your door, your jaw dropped seeing a jaw-dropping floral arrangement sitting there. You didn’t know who it was from, but you had your suspicions. It took some strength, but you managed to get it inside to your kitchen. With it on the counter, you just stared at it. Under the light, it was even more beautiful than outside. After admiring the display for a few moments, you pulled the card from between the leaves and petals then read it.

 -Aliya,

I hope this finds you well. I had a great time last night, and it was because you trusted me enough to give me time to prove why I deserve your time. Hopefully, this is just the first of many dates.

 -Henry-

 What started as a straight face turned to a small smile, which led to a full-on elated, goofy grin. He was unpredictable for sure and so damn polite. Damn the British; you thought as you buried your nose in the bouquet. You moaned and inhaled the aroma of flowers that looked like they’d cost a pretty penny. He was definitely working overtime, that was for sure. The question you had now was what exactly did he want.

 Sighing, you took out your phone and opened up your messages prepared to shoot him a quick thank you text. With your finger hovering over one of the letters in your keyboard, you sighed again, feeling the overwhelming urge to call instead. After putting it on speaker, you sat in the barstool and waited two rings until Henry’s deep voice filled your kitchen.

 “Hello?”

 Your belly did backflips.

 “Hi,” you whispered.

 “Hi. How are you?”

 “Good.”

 You were desperately trying to recover from the unexpected reaction his voice had.

 “Glad to hear it. I called you earlier.”

 “Uh—I must have missed it. I was catching up with some friends.”

 “Okay,” he replied.

 Silence fell between you as each of you waited for the other to speak.

 “Um, I wanted to call and thank you,” you began.

 “For what?”

 “The flowers I’m looking at. They’re incredibly beautiful.”

 “Do you like them? The florist said the day after flowers should be subtle and sincere rather than flashy or extravagant,” Henry explained.

 You smiled wider as you checked the mental box for him being considerate.

 “Well, the florist knows what she’s talking about. They are perfect; you chose well.”

 “Good. I’m glad you like them.” He sounded like he was smiling as widely as you were.

 “How do you know where I live?”

 He paused for a few moments before he spoke. “I had your phone for twelve days. I probably know more about you than most of the world.”

 Those could have been the creepiest words you’d heard in a long time, and it was like your head was trying to figure out if you should take it as a red flag or laugh.

 “Have I freaked you out?”

 The way he said it sounded like he was finding amusement in it. You snorted and shook your head.

 “Why would you say that? Just because you went through my phone and figured out where I lived to send flowers? No, isn’t that what normal men do?”

 Henry’s laugh followed your words, and it drastically did away with any awkward tension that was in the air.

 “With you saying it out loud, I can see how you’d be freaked.”

 “To be honest, my initial reaction was shock, and then, strangely enough, it went away like this was everyday life,” you explained.

 “I’m really not trying to freak you out; I promise,” Henry pressed.

 “Then what are you trying to do exactly?”

 The silence returned, and you wondered if he would even answer the question.

 “Right now—I’m trying to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.”

 You put your head on the cold granite of your counter and sighed out.

 “We just had dinner last night.”

 “I’m told, based on human physiology, we actually have to eat three or more meals a day in order to sustain,” Henry explained.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

 You smiled again and rested your chin in your palms.

 “Don’t you have things to do?”

 “I might, but I don’t care. I’d like to have dinner with you instead.” His conviction was so damn sexy. He wasn’t shy about professing his wants.

 “What if I have work to do and can’t shrug it off like you, Superman?”

 “I’m sure you can if you want to. Guess that’s the question. Do you want to? I take it you’re a woman who does what she wants when she wants no matter what. I doubt scheduling conflicts could keep you away from a dinner with someone you wanted to be at dinner with. Do you want to?”

 He probably did well in school with debate. He spoke beautifully and had a way with words.

 “I’m going to be at Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown at nine tonight. I’ll wait until nine-thirty. Hopefully, I see you there,” Henry said before he hung up.

 Pressing your fingertips to your eyes, you groaned loudly. “Oh my god!”

 You stared at the flowers again and toyed with the petal of one of the blush-colored roses. The debate of the night wasn’t if you wanted to go or not. It was if you should or not.

 By the time you were dressed, it was close to eight forty-five. You were sitting in your closet in front of the mirror, still trying to convince yourself to go.

 “It’s no big deal, Aliya. It’s food, drinks, nothing more.”

 Your words sounded sure, but your face looked anything but.

 “Then why did you put so much effort in if it’s no big deal?”

 You sat there going back and forth with yourself like a crazy person. For every pro, you had you quickly came up with a con. It was endless. When your phone rang, you expected it to be Henry but were relieved when you saw it was your grandmother.

 “Oh my goodness, Gramaw. How did you know I needed you?”

 “I felt your distress. What’s wrong?”

 “I have a date, but I don’t know if I should go,” you blurted out.

 “Date with who?”

 She sounded shocked, and you didn’t blame her. It had been years since you’d spoken to anyone about a man, let alone a date. You spent the next ten or so minutes explaining everything to her, not leaving out one bit of information. You needed her to understand the situation now and give you the best advice.

 “Wow,” she uttered.

 “Yep.”

 “Why exactly are you debating going? It sounds like this has been decided for you.”

 “Uggh! Fate. I hate fate.”

 Your Gramaw laughed at you. She was one of those old souls who firmly believed in fate, destiny, and all the hoopla around it. You, on the other hand, had been disenchanted by it all.

 “Why do you hate fate?”

 “It’s always been hanging around me,” you whined. Again she laughed.

 “Oh honey, this is the first time fate has been anywhere near you. Other times has been sheer coincidence.”

 “So, you think this is fate.” You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t flashed across your mind. It had, but you would never admit that out loud.

 “It’s not for me to say. What do you think?”

 “I think this is very unwelcomed. I think I don’t have the time or the energy for this. I think I don’t want these feelings. I think—I’ve never felt anything like this. I think--e’s beautiful,” you finished with a sigh.

 “What is it that you want to do?”

 You groaned because if you knew the answer to that, you wouldn’t have been calling her. You cursed and dropped back onto the floor to lay there until you’d gotten your shit together.

By the time you got to Taylor’s, you were late. You were always late. The time on your phone said he would be leaving in fifteen minutes if he hadn’t just gotten fed up and left already.

 “Welcome to Taylor’s I’m Kimmie. Do you have a reservation?”

 “Um—well, I’m meeting someone here.”

 “Okay. What’s the party’s name?”

 You looked around, making sure no one was watching then leaned closer. “Henry,” you whispered.

 “Ha, yes, he did mention he was expecting someone. I should have put two and two together. He’s a celebrity, and you’re a celebrity. Duh,” she rambled. You didn’t know if she was anxious, nervous, or if it was her normal thing. She cleared her throat and spoke again.

 “Right this way.”

 It was like she was a completely different person. You followed her through the restaurant taking note of the exits. She lead you through a set of double wooden doors that led to a whole separate side of the restaurant. This area had its lights dimmed a little lower and looked more secluded. As you approached the table, you saw him sitting near a window sipping a drink. He looked nervous; it was adorable. You couldn’t help but smile. It was then he looked your way, and the moment it sank in, you saw him release a breath as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Enjoy your evening,” Kimmie muttered. It was then you realized you’d been standing in front of him, not saying one word.

 “You came.” He sounded surprised.

 “I’m sorry, I’m late. My Gramaw called, and I got caught up in conversation.” It wasn’t a lie per se. You didn’t need to tell him she had to talk you off the ledge.

 Henry stood and walked to the seat diagonal from him. “It’s okay,” Henry began pulling out the seat for you. You sat and allowed him to push it in for you. “Truth be told, I would have waited past nine-thirty,” He whispered into your ear, giving you a hint of his cologne and what he was drinking in that glass. Bourbon. As he walked back to his seat, you tried to keep your thirst under control.

 “Thank you.”

 “You look very fetching,” Henry added.

 “Fetching? Oh, the English gentleman is shining through tonight I see.”

 Henry smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth. “I’m always a gentleman.”

 “Thank you. You look very striking,” you countered. He began blushing, and that blush had a shiver rushing through you.

 “Are you all right?”

 “Yes.”

 “Got a chill did you?” You could hear the cocky in his voice. The man had every reason to be.

 “Sure did. This is pretty impressive,” you said, motioning to your surroundings.

 “You’ve never been?”

 “No. I don’t venture out a lot. I find four or five restaurants I like and stick with them.”

 “So not so adventurous, huh,” Henry surmised.

 “I’m too busy really.”

 “Ah, the life of a mogul,” Henry teased.

 “I am no mogul.”

 “I think you are, someone important,” Henry concluded.

 “Oh, I think there is more to the definition than that.”

 “Maybe you’re right. What do you call yourself?”

 “Aliya,” you joked.

 “Cute.”

 “Thanks for noticing, you teased. “I don’t think of myself the way others seem to think of me.”

 “Welcome to Taylor’s. I’m Sam. I’ll be your waiter. Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

 “I’m ahead of you by one, catch up,” Henry said, raising his glass.

 “Um, how about a Negroni?”

 “Coming up,” Sam said before he walked away.

 “Another Guinness?”

 “No, Bourbon,” Henry corrected. The way he said it sound so prime and proper. He sounded better than James Bond himself.

 “Oh, Bourbon man too?”

 “Tell me,” Henry urged as he sat back in his seat.

 “Bourbon dry, hmmm. Only rich men drink it like that. Or men who come from money. They say the ice ruins the flavor of it, so they prefer to have it the way it’s intended. You’re sophisticated, fun, intelligent, and you value honesty and things right between the eyes. You don’t like games, and always know what you want. You might even be difficult and used to getting your own way and don’t know what to do when someone goes against it.”

 His smile was so telling. You’d gotten it completely right.

 “I do like getting my way,” he confirmed.

“I know.”

 “What about you?”

 “I usually get what I want. I’ve never had anyone not give me what I want,” you said. Henry laughed loudly.

 “I bet.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “Sadly, men do not know how to go against a pretty face,” Henry clarified.

 You stifled your laugh, letting out only a snort. “So that’s all you see when you look at me? A pretty face?”

 The waiter came back just in time with your drinks. Henry looked speechless. He asked if you guys were ready to place your orders, but neither of you had even looked at the menu. When he left promising to be back in a little while, Henry spoke.

 “I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.”

 “I’m not offended,” you said before you sipped your drink and moaned as the flavors filled your mouth. “This is good.”

 “When I look at you, I don’t see a pretty face.”

 “Oh no? So my face is ugly?”

 “No!” He cleared his throat, then began again. “You’re very beautiful.”

 “So just a pretty face then.”

 He looked so flustered you wanted to bust out laughing. The longer you continued this teasing, you knew you’d end up laughing in his face. It was cute how panicked he looked.

 “Aliya, you are drop-dead gorgeous. There is no lie about that, no mistaking it or looking past it. When I look at you, I see something I’m drawn to. There is something about you, this aura. I get the sense that you’re down to Earth, kind, smarter than anyone knows and deeply a good person.”

 As you sipped your drink again, you smiled on the glass. He had a way with words for sure.

 “You are good under pressure.”

 “Was that a test?”

 You shrugged with a smile on your face. “ If it was, you passed.”

 Again Henry laughed and shook his head; he didn’t look angry though.

 Throughout dinner, the conversation never stopped. You talked about everything from his family to acting and the experiences you both had in the industry. The longer you talked, the more you realized you had plenty of things in common. You laughed at all his jokes, but not because you felt like you had to, he was genuinely funny. Every time he spoke, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his mouth, which led you to look at his neck and the peeks of hair on his chest. Your fingers tingled from the want to touch. You could listen to him talk all night. It was an exciting revelation, and you were interested in what other revelations you’d have before the night was through.

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[cali-holland]

Friends or More?- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Requested by anon: Hi your writing is so cute!! Can you please do an imagine with Harrison where the reader is the boys best friend and staying with them durning quarantine, and she’s had a crush on Harrison forever but has never told anyone but the boys start to see it and try to force her to admit it? And maybe Haz overheard and spills his feelings too? Thank you sm in advance

Prompt: Quarantine with your crush/best friend- is it everything you’ve ever wanted or is it your worst nightmare?

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: maybe swearing??

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

*Pic is not mine*

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If there was one thing you had learned from living with Harrison, Tom, Harry, and Tuwaine for the past year, it was that everyday was a new adventure- and quarantining together only amplified that experience of basically consistent chaos. You weren’t complaining about that part though because they were your best friends and you enjoyed their company, but some days you hated your living situation. Those days were the days when Harrison would just hang around the house shirtless or when he wouldn’t leave your side all day or when he’d just look too damn good- which is pretty much every day. It was a blessing and a curse. This was all mainly because your crush on Harrison was growing exponentially with every day in quarantine, and, not wanting to ruin your friendship with him or the other boys, you suppressed those feelings. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Harrison said, leaning up against your bedroom’s door frame one afternoon.

“Yes?” You hummed as you looked up at him from your laptop in front of you. You bit back a sigh, realizing that today would be another one of those rough days- he had decided to show up randomly in your room, in nothing but loose basketball shorts.Fri

“I was going to do an Instagram live. Wanna join me?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Um, sure.” You replied. Harrison never really invited you to join his lives beforehand- he’d always just shout at you to come over once the camera was rolling.

“Sweet, see you outside in like five minutes?” He didn’t give you time to reply before he ducked out of your room, hopefully to go put a shirt on- you didn’t want to think of the chaos he’d create from streaming shirtless.

You cleaned yourself up a little bit, wanting to look presentable because you knew fans would be recording and screenshotting bits of the live, and you made your way downstairs and outside. Harrison smiled at you as you stepped out onto the back patio. You were thankful he had the decency to actually put on a shirt, you weren’t sure if you could handle an Instagram live with that sort of distraction.

“Did you invite the others?” You asked, sitting in a chair beside him while he set up his phone. You noticed he had a couple water bottles already sitting on the table with some snacks, and you wondered just how long he expected this live to be- but yet again, it’s not like you had anything better to do.

“Yeah, they’ll come out when they can. I think Tom and Harry are working on their script, and Tuwaine’s facetiming family.” Harrison explained, “Are you ready?”

“Yep.” You nodded and he started the live. He had his phone propped up on one of those outdoor napkin holders, but it didn’t do much to actually get the two of you in the picture. You laughed as he tried to adjust it, “I’m not even in it, you div.”

“I’m trying!” He whined, but no matter how he angled his phone he couldn’t get it to have you both in the frame, and your chair was already right beside his, so there was no getting closer- or so you thought. He offered, casually, “Sit on my lap.”

“What?” You asked, not sure if you heard him properly.

“Come here.” Harrison grabbed your hands in his, pulling you closer to him with a laugh. You stood from your chair as he tugged you into his lap. You sitting in his lap wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; in fact, you sat in his lap just yesterday as he walked you through how to play Call of Duty. It just wasn’t a common occurrence to be so touchy on an livestream. With your back pressed to his chest, his arms went around your waist to scroll through some of the comments, “Wanna answer questions?”

“It’s your live.” You teased.

“So we’ll answer questions.” He laughed, the vibrations came through his chest to your back and made you blush. “First one, ‘are you two dating?’ Well, no, we are not.”

“Just friends.” You added, even though you felt your heart hurt at the words. You could’ve sworn you felt Harrison tense a little underneath you, but he laughed it off. 

“They always think we’re dating.” He said quietly, as if he didn’t want the phone to pick it up. You had to admit it was a common thing that the fans asked because, well, you definitely weren’t as touchy with, say, Tom as you were with Harrison. You thought nothing more of it as Harrison continued with a few more questions. “‘Is Monty there?’ No, he’s back home with my family.”

“I miss him. He’s clearly the superior Osterfield.” You joked.

“Hey,” He pouted, squeezing your arms lightly, “We both know I’m your favorite.”

“No, that’s me.” Tom laughed, coming out into the backyard to join the livestream. He stood behind Harrison’s chair and leaned down so he could be in the camera.

“You can’t be the superior Osterfield.” Harrison stated.

“Can I be the superior Holland?” He asked.

“Tessa’s the superior Holland and Monty’s the superior Osterfield.” You said, definitively. “You two can be second best.”

“‘Who’s the superior roommate?’” Harrison laughed, reading off another question on the live. “Clearly it’s me.”

“It’s absolutely me.” Tom argued.

“I’m not satisfying that with an answer.” You replied, shaking your head at them.

“C’mon, it’s totally me.” The blonde smiled as he held you tight against his chest. You couldn’t help the small blush that found its way onto your cheeks- damn Harrison for being so cute.

“Next question!” You changed the topic, scrolling back through the livestream feed. There were a few comments that gave you butterflies- ‘Y/N and Haz are so cute together’, ‘can they date already and adopt me’, ‘I ship it #Y/NandHazforever’, and “they’re so in love’. You froze reading that last comment, what the hell was Harry playing at commenting that?

It wasn’t until a couple days later that you felt like finally confronting Harry over it. Honestly, you had been dying to ask why he’d comment that, but you couldn’t ever find a time when it was just you and him. That was until today at least.

“Hey, Harry, can I talk to you about something?” You asked him, quietly coming into the study where he was alone, working on editing some pictures while he waited for Tom to return from a phone call.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He replied casually, and you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

“Well, you remember when Haz and I did that live the other day?” You started, and he nodded, wondering where this was going, “I just wanted to ask you about your comment.”

“It was just a joke.” Harry laughed, “You two are so blind though, I thought you wouldn’t see it.”

“Blind?”

“Y/N, you and Haz have been sending each other heart eyes back and forth for months now.” He explained, still sort of laughing, as you stood there, blushing and confused. “I mean you’re so in love with him, it’s obvious.”

“What? Harry, that’s-“ You stopped when Tom reentered the room.

“What’d I miss?” Tom asked, taking his seat at the table beside Harry.

“Y/N’s lying about being in love with Harrison.” Harry stated, making Tom laugh.

“You’ve both got it bad. It’s just funny to watch the two of you act around it.” The older Holland chuckled as he shook his head.

“I’m not-“

“You’re in love with Harrison.” Both boys said simultaneously.

“So what if I am?” You caved out of annoyance. “He definitely doesn’t feel the same, no matter what you two say.” You turned to leave without another word, and you jumped when you saw Harrison standing in the frozen hallway, blue eyes wide. You ducked your head down, rushing past him to go hide in your room for probably the rest of your life.

You’d just admitted that you loved your best friend, and he overheard it- you were too embarrassed to try to think about ever speaking to him, Tom, or Harry again. Hearing a knock at your door, you couldn’t bring yourself to get up and acknowledge it. Instead, you just groaned, hiding your face in your pillow, wanting your bed to just swallow you up and erase you from existence.

“Go away.” You mumbled, hearing someone open your door and make their way into your room. You didn’t have to look to know it was Harrison. He wordlessly laid down in the bed right beside you, mimicking your current state.

“You’re not the only one embarrassed, you know.” He said softly, his words slightly muffled by the pillow. You turned your head to finally face him and found that he was already looking at you. “I’m so stupid, Y/N.”

“Haz, if you’re here to let me down easy, then just go. It’s alright, I’ll get over it.” You stated, trying to make him believe you, but not even you could trick yourself into trusting those words.

“No, it’s not alright. You love me, and I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner. I’m in love with you, too, and I’m embarrassed that it took me so damn long to figure out that you feel the same.” Your breath caught in your throat; your best friend was lying in front of you, telling you he loves you.

“You’re really in love with me?” You asked.

“I’m really really in love with you.” He laughed lightly.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not then?” You smiled as he leaned in to kiss you. Maybe you should thank Harry for that stupid comment.

[chocolatequeennk]

Golden Autumn Surprise

The autumn day felt as cold and lonely as the Doctor’s hearts. But then, on an alien planet, he found a golden surprise waiting for him.

Ten x Rose, teen. Reunion fic based on this pic

AO3 | FF.NET (later)

Another day, another planet, another city. The Doctor shuffled down grey, wet streets that perfectly matched his mood. It was hard to care where he was when he was alone, again. Last of the Time Lords, yet again. Companion gone home, yet again.

And Rose. Rose still trapped on the other side of the Void, still impossible to reach.

His empty hand spasmed at his side, looking for a hand to hold. His throat tightened and he shook his head quickly before shoving his hands into his pockets.

A chill wind whistled through the streets, and he slouched down into the warmth of his coat. A few doors down, light spilled out through a big plate glass window, reflecting onto the cobblestone street. The difference between the warmth indoors and the damp cold outside was enough to entice even the Doctor with his superior biology.

He followed the light and looked into the cosy coffee shop. Overstuffed armchairs were interspersed among the traditional cafe chairs and tables. A fire crackled merrily in the stone fireplace, and the Doctor noticed several patrons had pulled their chairs closer to its warmth.

He glanced around the rest of the shop, his gaze finally settling on the barista working behind the counter. It was inevitable that he would focus on her—it had been months since he could pass a blonde woman without giving her a second glance, just to make sure Rose hadn’t somehow found her way home.

They were never Rose, though, and with each disappointment, the grief settled a little bit deeper into his hearts.

The Doctor pressed his lips into a thin line and looked away from this woman who wasn’t Rose. He turned to walk away, intent on finding someplace where he wouldn’t be haunted by her.

Behind him, the cafe door swung open and the soft buzz of pleasant conversation drifted out into the street. The Doctor looked over his shoulder, despite himself, and once again his gaze landed on the barista. As he watched, she pushed the hair back over her ear, revealing her profile.

The gesture was familiar, and he waited, almost masochistically, for the feature that would break the illusion.

Her hand was just like Rose’s. He’d held that hand enough times to know every detail—exactly how long her fingers were, the width of her palm, the way she kept her nails trimmed short.

Her neck was just like Rose’s. Slender, and with the little dip just below her ear that he loved to kiss.

The Doctor braced himself. He’d avoided her face, but he couldn’t leave without proving to himself that this woman was not Rose.

Slowly, he dragged his gaze over the curve of her cheek and down the sweep of her nose. His hearts sped up against his will. She was so much like Rose… this would hurt so much more.

Mouth a bit too wide, flashing a generous smile at the next customer in line. He could easily imagine the tip of her tongue peeking out behind those teeth, teasing him.

The Doctor held his breath and finally let himself look at her eyes. He caught just a glimpse of warm brown eyes before she turned to start working on the next drink.

The impossibility of it froze him in place. His hearts hammered in his chest as he watched Rose pull the espresso shots, but he couldn’t convince his feet to move.

The door opened again, and the coffee shop sounds broke through his dazed shock. The Doctor raced to the door, heedless of the couple he knocked aside on his way inside.

Rose was here.

oOoOo

Rose only half heard the commotion at the door. After six months working at the shop, she’d stopped paying attention to the chatter of tourists as they came inside.

She still glanced at the door as she dumped the shots into the cup. If a group was coming in, she’d like to be prepared for that.

But she was completely unprepared for what she saw instead. Either the Doctor was here, or it was someone who looked just like the Doctor. With hair just like the Doctor’s and his same wonky ear. And who dressed just like the Doctor. Including his Janis Joplin coat.

With each detail, her heart skipped a beat. She stared at the man, unwilling to move until she knew—knew—he was the Doctor.

He stared back, all the same fears clearly visible on his face. Finally, he ran a hand through his hair, making it stand on end.

Rose’s heart stopped for a second, then started racing. The cup slipped through nerveless fingers, spilling espresso all over the floor and on the backs of her legs.

“Doctor,” she breathed.

His face split into a wide grin and he raised his hand, wiggling his fingers in greeting. “Hello.”

Rose darted out from behind the counter and jogged around the cafe tables, watching the Doctor match her step from step. As soon as she could, she jumped the last few steps into his arms. The Doctor’s arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight.

She buried her nose in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes when his familiar scent washed over her. She’d wished so hard for this moment for so long; it was almost impossible to believe it was actually here.

Rose shifted and brushed her lips against the Doctor’s neck. His quick indrawn breath encouraged her, and she slowly turned her face, dragging her lips along his jaw in a whisper-soft kiss.

“Rose…”

She smiled when he said her name on a soft moan. Turning her head again, she placed her mouth by his ear.

“Yes, Doctor?”

He growled, then turned his head and caught her lips in a kiss without even setting her down. Rose sighed, and a second later, the Doctor’s tongue slid between her parted lips.

“Oi! What’s going on here?”

The angry question from her boss interrupted what had promised to be one of the best snogs of her life. Rose huffed when the Doctor slowly pulled back, then set her down on her own feet.

She took a deep breath and counted to ten before turning around. “Sorry, Ben,” she said, almost sincerely. “This is my friend, the one I told you I was waiting for.”

Ben’s stance relaxed, just slightly. “That right?” he asked the Doctor.

The Doctor slid his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Yep!” he said, and the way he popped the p was so familiar Rose wanted to cry. “I was a little delayed, but I made it.”

Ben snorted. “More than a little, mate. Rose has been waiting for you for six months.”

Rose could feel the wave of questions rolling off the Doctor. Not wanting to get into everything here, in front of Ben, she stepped away far enough to take off her apron and hand it to Ben.

“Thanks for everything,” she told him, one hundred percent sincerely now. “Sam’s shift starts in just twenty minutes, so…”

He took the apron and nodded. “Go ahead.”

They took a quick detour into the back room for Rose to gather her things, and then they left the shop, hand in hand.

The Doctor squinted against the glare reflecting off the wet cobblestones. The clouds had broken enough to let the sun peek through in a few places. The street that had been grey and dismal now looked rain-washed and golden.

He looked at the woman beside him, equally golden. They’d only taken a few steps before he could no longer wait to ask the obvious question. “How is this even possible?”

To his surprise, she blushed and glanced away, watching their reflection in the shop windows instead of looking at him. “Basically, we’ve been building this… this travel machine—this, this… dimension cannon—so I could…. Well, so I could…”

The Doctor stopped and tugged gently until Rose was facing him. “So you could what?” he asked, wondering exactly what Rose had been planning.

She looked up at him, her forehead wrinkled slightly. “So I could come back,” she said, as if that were the only possible answer.

The Doctor bounced on his toes and giggled. When Rose had fallen through the Void, he’d assumed her promise of forever was null. Apparently, she hadn’t given up quite so easily.

Rose rolled her eyes, her nerves now completely gone. “Shut up.”

His exhilaration bubbled up again, and he impulsively swooped down and pressed his lips to hers. “You came back to me,” he murmured against her lips.

Rose pulled back and bumped her nose against his. “Yeah, I did.”

The Doctor grinned down at her, unable to believe this was real. Finally though he noticed the mutterings of the people around them as they had to veer out of their way to get around them.

“Come on, let’s keep going. We’re almost back to the TARDIS,” he told Rose, taking her hand in his and walking again.

She sighed. “God, I have waited months to hear you say that.”

“That’s right, your boss said you’d been here six months.” The Doctor swallowed hard, trying not to feel guilty for that. “How did that happen? I assume this dimension cannon thingy would have been able to take you home, too.”

Rose nodded. “It did, the first few jumps. But when I got here, it broke. I tried to jump back, an’ it just said it couldn’t lock onto my coordinates. Like where I was didn’t exist.”

The Doctor pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth. “Where you were, or maybe when,” he mused. Six months ago was right in the middle of the Master’s reign. The paradox might very well have interfered with Rose’s device.

He shook his head. “Do you know what?” he said, swinging their joined hands as they walked. “I don’t even care how it happened.”

“Me either.”

They turned a corner into an alleyway, and the TARDIS flashed her light at them, urging them forward.

Rose looked up at the Doctor, and he loved the golden glow of happiness in her eyes. “Let’s go home.”

[aliceaddellheidde]

Bee mine?

Short drabble for Valentine's day. 💜

Pairing: Ivar x reader (high school/modern au)

Words: 1095

A/N: It's 4 am here. Sorry for mistakes.

Warnings: swearing

Inspiration: 5SOS - Heartbreak girl and this pic I found on ig.

Friday, 14.2.:

  Ivar sees Y/N from his car seat as she admires ostentatious decoration of school. ,,Bro, stop staring and tell her finally." says his brother Hvitserk from driver side. ,,You know I can't. She has boyfriend." ,,How do you know? Did you ask her?" ,,No. But pretty girl like her isn't single for sure." ,,But it's Valentine's day. Send her card at least." Ivar is quiet when he leaves the car and walk slowly to his first class. And there she is. Sitting on her chair, right next to his.

  ,,Good morning Ivar." Y/N smiles at him and he glares at red card in her hand. ,,From your boyfriend?" he asks saurly. ,,Nope. From David! He wants to meet me at lunch!" she squeeks and shakes him from excitement. ,,Geez girl, calm down." he rolls his eyes. ,,I can't believe it's finally happening. You know I have ... ." ,,Huge crush on him since you first saw him. Like you didn't tell me so many times." ,,Sorry, it's just ... . I can't believe it!" ,,Me neither." he murmurs into sleeve of his hoodie. They aren't very close friends, but he knows a lot about her from her tellings and his observations. He watches her profile, admiring colour of her eyes in bright morning sun, reddnes in her cheeks from cold weather and her shining lips from that thingy his mother uses as well. His thoughts are interrupted by teacher.

***

,,Did you tell her?" That's first thing Hvitserk asks when they meet for lunch. ,,No. She got card from David. You know him. I'm stuck in friend-zone still. Fuck!" Few heads turn his way. ,,What are you staring at?!" he barks and glares at them. Then someone from behind all those people catches his attention. Y/N. She's walking fast with lowered head. ,,I think her meeting didn't go well." Ivar suddenly stands up. ,,Going to be a hero?" Hvitserk knows. He always knew. Ivar only takes his packed lunch and walks to school as fast as he can.

He rushes to first girls toilets he can find. To his luck it's empty, only quiet sobs echoes throught the space. ,,Y/N?" he asks and sobs stops. ,,I know you are here." ,,I'm not." she whispers and he laughs. ,,How can someone who's not here answer me, hm?" ,,I don't know." It's silent for few moments. ,,You wanna tell me what happened?" ,,No." ,,I have my mum's sandwiches." He smirks when her head peaks from behind cubicle's door. ,,Extra cheese and ham?" ,,Yup. We can eat them together." ,,Ok."

They sit on bench in corridor. ,,I was just bet to him." she says and bites a sandwich. ,,He said I'm really stupid if I really think he wants me. I'm just little girl. And he said few other bad things." She starts crying again and Ivar panicks a bit. ,,Can you hold me please?" ,,,Uhm, sure." His heart is jumping off his chest when she snuggles into his side. ,,I only wanted be happy this Valentine's day, you know? Have someone to share my love with." He lifts her face and she looks at him with red eyes. ,,You still can." ,,Really? With who?" He feels his cheeks turn red. ,,Me?" ,,You?" ,,Yeah? Is it that unbelievable?" She smiles at him. ,,Not at all." ,,Wait." He takes small card from his bag. ,,Here." Y/N takes it and her smile widens. On paper are two bees holding placard with ,,Bee mine?". ,,Omg, yes! I love it Ivar. Thank you." she kisses his cheek. ,,Would you like to come to my house after school?" ,,Like a date?" ,,Yes." ,,I'll be there." They finish rest of their lunch with smiles on faces and shy glances.

***

,,Mother! I'll need you help." Ivar says into phone when Y/N is safely in her class. He knows he can count on his mother.

***

When he walks into his house, nobody is there. He finds paper on table and silver square stuck to it with tape. ,,Have fun and be safe." is neatly written underneath it. ,,Mother." he grunts. He orders food they both agreed on and rushes to clean his bedroom a bit.

15 minutes later he hears door bell. Y/N stands outside in her brigh coat, scarf, hat and gloves. ,,Can I come in or you'll let me freeze to death?" He wakes up from his staring and let her in. ,,Food will be here soon." He takes her things and put them on bench next to the door. ,,Cool. Where is you fam?" ,,Brothers somewhere with their girls. Parents ... I don't know. What you wanna do first? Watch TV or bake?" ,,I still can't believe that Ivar Lothbrok likes to bake." She laughs walking to kitchen. ,,It's our secret." ,,You fam know." ,,Yeah, but you're the only one apart from them who knows it." He walks to her and tuck her hair behind her ear. ,,Red velvet cupcakes?" ,,With vanilla frosting." ,,Perfect combination." They start preparing ingredients when she finds his mother's note. She tries pretend she saw nothing but when she turns to him, they're both redder then cupcakes they're making.

They are eating their food and watching movie while waiting for cupcakes to be done.

When oven tings Y/N rushes to it and takes out perfect batch. She smiles at Ivar and he smiles back. ,,We make a great pear." He holds two pears in hands and she starts laughing uncontrollably. He watches her in awe. Ones she stops she puts frosting on cupcakes. ,,It was cute." She says to him. ,,You're cute." ,,Shut up." she shushs him and smears frosting over his cheek. ,,This is war." he smirks. Somehow food fight happends and between flour and frosting mess they share their first kiss. Their lips sealed tightly, hands everywhere. When he moves to her neck, she stops him. ,,Sorry." he apologize. ,,It's ok. But we should clean this up." ,And then we can continue?" ,,If you want to?" ,,I'd love to."

   They takes shower (separately) and he has almost another heart attack when he sees her in his clothes sitting on his bed. ,,You are beautiful." he whispers when they're under warm blanket, junk food on night table. She blushed and kisses his cheek. ,,Thank you Ivar." ,,No need to ... ." ,,Thank you for making this Valentine's day special for me." ,,I thank you for coming here, my perfect girl." They smile at eachother and then silently watch movie.

   Aslaug finds them sleeping in embrace next morning.

[asknarashikari]

With that pic I just saw... minific of Touma sleeping on Kento’s shoulder

The picture in question, for those who haven’t seen it- warning for cuteness overload and Ryo Aoki’s pretty eyes:

https://twitter.com/Aoki__Ryo/status/1302938762746290176

These tokuboys are going to be the death of me, you hear.

Touma yawned as he slumped in his chair, sheathing Rekka back into the Swordriver and trying to catch his breath, closing his eyes tiredly. 

He’d just finished an exhausting round of drills with Daishinji-san, who insisted that he learned some actual sword fighting instead of just doing so as he fought. There was no way he could draw out his Seiken’s full potential if he didn’t even have the basics down, the Swordsman of Sound had argued, and it will also help him be less frantic when he’s actually on the battlefield.

Touma had to grudgingly admit that it had its merits. He did find himself less panicked when fighting, and even he could tell his technique was more refined now (though he still had miles to go compared to his colleagues who have trained for their entire lives, obviously). 

But Daishinji-san was a merciless taskmaster. He was relentless, teaching Touma learn everything from basic handling techniques to more complicated maneuvers in the span of a few weeks. Every time he had a session with him, he was left with aching muscles and stiff joints. He didn’t end up this way with the other swordsmen, so he wondered if Daishinji was just a little sadistic towards him.

“Rough practice?” Touma jumped, nearly flying off his seat with surprise at the voice suddenly speaking to him.

“Kento!” Touma tried to calm his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “Geez, you scared the crap out of me!” 

His boyfriend laughed apologetically, joining him on the bench he sat at. “I’m sorry,” he said, offering his arm out for Touma to lean into.

Touma pouted at him but accepted the invitation, wriggling closer to Kento’s side. “Was Daishinji-san always like this? I feel like he’s just being mean to me...”

Kento chuckled. “I’m sorry, I wouldn’t know. Most of us just trained with our masters. I think you’re the first one to be trained this way because...” he trailed off.

“Yeah, I figured,” Touma sighed. “I’m so tired...” he whined. 

“You can take a nap for a bit. Rintaro’s still in Liberation doing some training, and Mei won’t be back from work for a while. I’ll wake you up when we have to go home.” Kento pulled Touma’s head into his shoulder, despite Touma sputtering in protest. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

“Okay...” Touma yawned, “Just for a bit...” He slumped into Kento’s shoulders, his body relaxing as he started to snore softly. 

Kento chuckled, leaning over to kiss his forehead gently. “Sweet dreams, my brave knight.” 

[mystic-helena]

S/o who likes to sing!

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, and Belphie (obey me!)

This is my first time writing anything at all, and I disappointed myself because it didn't turn out very well and Belphie's part was way too short-

Hope you enjoy it!

-Lena (yeah, I changed my name akzihxjs)

@drxxmofyou

Lucifer

In your defense this wasn't planned.

You only were going to try to cook something edible from the kitchen and be right back to your room.

And put some music on at a totally not acceptable volume.

At four in the morning.

Ok, maybe this isn't the best plan, but it is the best thing you could think at that hour.

Anyway, that was what you were going to do.

Now you were singing Bring me to life, progressively augmenting the volume until you were just shouting the lyrics like you were on a concert, jumping around the room dancing and having the time of your life.

Also ignoring the cup of noodles waiting patiently for you at the microwave.

Lucifer had enough of listening someone yelling and honestly, he was seriously thinking about scare the shit out of whoever was the source of the noise.

While he stormed down the stairs in your direction the song came to an end and you turned to your D.D.D and started looking for another one- until you found the perfect song. It was literally named Perfect.

The first born was about to open the door just when you started singing: this time sweetly and calm.

At that very moment he stood still and remembered why he loves you with all his heart. Anyways, nothing could go wrong from taking a peek of the inside of the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen and long forgotten about the food, was a happy and radiant y/n with their eyes closed, gesturing dramatically with one and holding a mic wooden spoon with the other.

The demon was now peeking his head through the door with his s/o's back facing him, so there was only one thing to do.

He walked in quietly and hugged you from behind, humming softly along the song.

That caused you a nearly heart attack and you algo let out a yelp.

It took you a second to come back to your senses and keep singing, leave the improvised mic now at the counter and turn around in his arms to face him with a lovely smile.

Mammon

Like almost every day Mammon slammed the door open and seconds later was lying in your bed, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom to start ranting about every mean thing his brothers told him and the new plan he made to make easy money.

Sure, he has a huge little crush on you and likes to get to your nerves from time to time, but he would never disrespect your privacy and that was the reason he always wait for you looking at his D.D.D and facing the opposite direction of your bathroom door.

There are several days when he stared or kinda zoomed out looking at the black screen because a) his battery ran out or b) he just didn't want to be scrolling through Devilgram or either reading the sometimes mean comments on his posted pics.

Today was an exception. He's been the whole day singing under his breath a concrete song to prove a point he's smarter than his dear brothers think he is, the point was check if you pay the same attention to him as him to you- which you obviously did, he is your first and favorite demon of the family, not to mention he is your love interest.

Ok so, the second born turned off his phone (it can be called a phone too, i guess?) and closed his eyes when he heard you raising the volume and start singing Fly me to the moon, the same song he's been waiting for you to sing.

Happiness filled him as he heard his beloved y/n sang happily, muffed by the sound of water falling and a wall that separate them from him.

Once you finished showering and the song came to the end, you came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and wet hair, to be received by a teary demon who was covering his face with his hands.

“Mammon? what’s wro-” you started to say concerned, but then you saw his smile and you understood. Those were tears of happiness. Your body moved on it’s own and hugged him.

“Y/n?” “Yes?” “I... Please don’t tell my brothers that I cried” “I won’t” “Y-yeah, ‘cause The Great Mammon doesn’t cry y’know and-” “I know, ‘you should be glad ‘cause the great mammon is allowing you to hug him’“ “Yeah, that’s what I was gonna say...”

He was actually going to say “I love you”, but we’ll leave the confessions for another day.

Leviathan

You love singing and this lil’ shit he knew it, so he proposed to watch an anime with a catchy opening.

The first few episodes you just ignored it, but the more times you listened it the louder you sang.

And now you both were screaming your lungs out while watching the opening of the last episode of the first season of My Hero Academia.

Levi loved the way your eyes seem to light up when you sing and how you take his hand and dance to the rhythm of the music but he would never tell you that.

Also, he loves you more than he love Ruri-chan and that was something he told you whispering, when you where asleep.

Anyway, in this very moment you were very bored and a brilliant idea crossed your mind.

How would your boyfriend react to you singing something special for him? What would he do if you sang your love for him?

You didn't know. Yet.

The avatar of envy was chilling at his room playing some online game (Devilwatch? League of Demons? Something like that) when you opened the door and quickly let yourself in.

At first he didn't even knew you were in there, but seconds later you started singing and making your way to him.

Poor boy blushed hard

His beautiful s/o was telling him that they love him just the way he is.

Was he back to the heaven? Did his brothers convinced y/n to prank him? Or was he dreaming? Yeah, that must be a dream, anytime he would wake up and-

The screen of the computer turned black because of the inactivity and his character died- he didn't care about that.

You were now turning his chair so he was facing you and he almost choked because your face was inches away from his own. Almost is the key word.

"… And when you smile- the whole world stops and stares for a while… 'Cause boy you're amazing, just the way you are."

The lyrics ended, you leaned in and kissed him.

Belphegor

Who would have thought the avatar of literally laziness had trouble sleeping? Nobody. And they were right, he didn't have trouble sleeping, Belphie just like to hear you sing.

It all started one day at your room. Mammon didn't have any sleep last night and you like the good soul you are wanted to help him, so you forced him to lay down with his head on your lap and while your fingers played with his hair, your voice sang a calming song.

Ten seconds later the second born was out.

And Belphie realized. He wanted that too.

Two weeks later, the same situation happened repeatedly and he was seriously thinking about doing something. What, you may ask? Something.

It seemed suspicious for you. Bel, the boy who sleeps all day and night, was now telling you he couldn't get at least five minutes of sleep? Yeah, he answered. Ok then, you believe him. Really y/n?

And this is the story of why you currently are singing while he's fake asleep.

He loves listening your voice and is more than happy with the fact that despite he hurt you, you still want him around.

[thran-duils]

When the Truth Comes Out (P.2)

Title: When the Truth Comes Out (Part 2) Summary: Reader/Professor Novak. The reader is in graduate school and has fallen into a surreptitious relationship with her married professor. Professor Novak is educated, handsome, and fascinating. But he has an issue of drawing healthy boundaries for him and the reader. And it all comes to a head when their secret is found out and everything has to change. Words: 3,368 Warnings: Smut, ***ANGST***, infidelity, emotional abuse, eventual happiness(?idk if it’s super happy but lmfao)

Author’s Note: Another warning, the reader is far too dependent on him. And Castiel is very emotionally manipulative! If that is triggering, please don’t read on. I promise I’ll update the oh so much more healthy (lol) Bartender!Cas this week.

Part One || Part 3 || Fanfic masterpost || Masterpost (mobile)

You brought the bottle back to your lips. You were taking pulls straight from the bottle, sitting on your bed, covered in your blankets. Leaning your head back on the wall, you sniffled, threatening to sob all over again. You were thankful your roommate was over at her girlfriend’s, so she was not here to ask you questions and you were allowed to cry as loudly and as long as you pleased.

Castiel had texted you at five times since you had stormed out of his office last night. The first three had been pleading for you to speak with him. The last two you could tell he was losing patience.

Don’t do this to me. This is unfair and you know better.

The last one he had sent.

You had almost thrown your phone into the wall when you read that one. He was one to talk about things unfair. You had given him everything in the last two years and it was all in secret. It was exhausting keeping a relationship like yours private and you knew there was the potential of this happening. In all honesty, deep down, you knew he could not leave her, would not, not when everything was flimsy around his parent’s health. Not when he had a great job here, a nice house. This child was something to ground the two of them and give him some piece of happiness they had wanted for so long.

It was infuriating that he tried to talk you out of your anger, as if it was not warranted. You had left because there was the large possibility, he would have been able to; he had a way with words and breaking down your walls. It was safer to leave to avoid that. You needed time with your thoughts.

The bottle touched your lips again and you took another drink. Sniffling, tears fell down your cheeks. You hated that she was pregnant. You hated feeling sorry for her now – and not before – to the point that you were reluctant to pursue any further relationship with Castiel. And it made you angry you felt sorry.

But mostly you hated that you dreaded the fact that you knew eventually you would crumble in your resolve in giving him the cold shoulder. He was just too damn important to you; you basked in his praise and affection. What if you pushed him too far and he stopped reaching out to you at all? The thought terrified you. Yet did you deserve the way he was willing to treat you?

You just wanted to sleep. You had not been able to since you had left his office. It was now 3:00am. You were just sad and drunk, and you only wanted to sleep. You took another long drink before placing the bottle on the side table. You felt lightheaded as you snuggled down into your blankets, clutching your phone.

<> <> <>

Are you just going to keep ignoring me?

Y/N, if you’re planning to wreck me, at least have the respect to tell me.

You scoffed loudly. Of course he was worried about that. You threw your phone onto your bed, turning away to look at yourself in the mirror.

“You shouldn’t be texting me since she knows your password,” you muttered underneath your breath scornfully, pulling at the fabric of the dress. It was tight at your hips, cut just mid-thigh. You were contemplating going to the bar and finding someone. You had not had a one-night stand in years and you wanted to release some pent up anger and how better to do that than having a wild night with a guy?

A day had passed and Castiel was still texting and calling you. You had woken up hung over yesterday – not a surprise and texted him curtly back telling him you were vomiting and just wanted to sleep. You immediately regretted it because that caused him to change course, asking you if you needed anything that he could bring you. It only served to make you more upset because you knew he was sincere in the offer – how many times had he paid for your groceries for instance? – but you could see through the surface too; he had seen an avenue to get his foot back in the door and did not hesitate.

The guy you took home that night was the complete opposite of Castiel, long haired and lean. His hands were calloused, skin traced with tattoos. He gave you what you wanted though, freedom from your thoughts as you drowned in pleasure with him.

When he fell asleep next to you early in the morning, though, the thoughts crept back in. You had gone years without sleeping with anyone else and the realization you had broken the streak made you feel powerful more than anything. You were still desirable, and you had enjoyed the different way he handled you.

You picked up your phone, itching to confess to Castiel, to hurt him like he had hurt you. Maybe him seeing you with someone else would set a fire underneath his ass.

You giggled to yourself when the flash off, making sure it had not woken the guy up. You had only taken one of his back since he was facing away from you. The blanket was at his waist, exposing his back, his hair sprawled over the pillow.

I had a fun night. Did you? you sent attached with a picture.

<> <> <>

Castiel did not respond to your picture.

This was it; you had pushed him too far.

Too many times you had picked up your phone today, opening your texts to send him something. But there was nothing that came to mind that would suffice. There was some remorse, but you did not want to apologize… not really. The ball was in his court in how he wanted to proceed and that scared the shit out of you. You had relinquished the control you had been holding.

It was hard to focus but you needed to, you were behind on your work from the last few days. Everything your classmate was writing about seemed trite which made it all the harder to make notes and give them feedback in your peer review. You had turned on one of your playlists you used to help to make you hone in on your work; it was helping a little bit and a little was better than nothing.

Suddenly, your phone was ringing on your desk loudly over your music next to where you were typing causing you to jump. Leaning forward, you saw it was him. You let it go to voicemail, cursing under your breath. You were afraid of what he was going to say, you wanted him to just text you what you wanted to say so you could have time to think of a good response. But you would have a voicemail more than likely. He had left a few of those too.

The ringing came again, and you shot a look over, half surprised to see it was him again. He had refrained from calling back-to-back until now. But the game had changed had it not with your move last night? You picked the phone up, your finger hovering over the answer button. Before it went to voicemail, you answered, not saying anything.

“Y/N?” His voice was tight. He waited a beat. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Are you home? Your car is here.”

Confused to how he knew that you answered uncertainly, “Yes?”

“Come outside.”

“What?”

“Come outside,” he repeated, with more force this time. “You know what my car looks like.”

You heard a click, indicating he had hung up. You stared down at your phone, dumbfounded at the exchange. Was he really outside waiting in his car? The sound of heavy rain outside found your ears and you swallowed sharply, turning in your chair to look at your closet. That was when your heart began to hammer in anticipation, your lips twitching from a smile. He was there; he had come to you. That he still wanted to despite what had happened… you dressed quickly, throwing on shoes and a raincoat, not bothering to change out of your leggings and sweatshirt.

He was parked down the street in his deep blue Chevy Equinox. You had never been inside the SUV, only seen it from the outside. You had peered through the windows once, taking in the interior. You had felt envy at the high-tech dashboard, wishing you could afford a better car than you had.

When you opened the door, you hopped in quickly to escape the rain. Shivering, you closed the door, avoiding eye contact. He took off without saying anything and you rushed to put your seatbelt on. You slowly pushed your hood back, adjusting in your seat, trying to relax. Where were you going?

It was silent, unbearably quiet as he drove through the city. You wondered if he was afraid of anyone seeing you in his car. Had something happened to remove that fear?

“You’re acting like a child,” Castiel scolded, breaking the silence. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, he was gripping it so tightly. “I should not be surprised though because you still are one.”

“Wh—”

“No, I expect too much of you sometimes,” Castiel cut you off, taking his eyes off the road only for a moment to shoot you a glance. “And I shouldn’t hold that against you.”

“I’m not a child,” you protested hurt, and you hated the way your voice sounded. You sure sounded like one whining the way you were, which was not helping your case.

Castiel shook his head as he turned onto the highway heading out of town. You furrowed your brow and asked where you were going. He by stepped your question and said, “Ignoring me. Storming out of the office like you did without having a mature conversation about it. Sending me pics of someone you no doubt picked up from a bar to fuck. Everything you did and continue to do is childish, Y/N. You might not be a child physically, but you certainly aren’t mature enough to handle what needs to happen if this is to continue. That is even if you want it to.”

“I do,” you blurted, wanting to remove any doubt from his mind. Shame licked at you for how quickly you were tossing your self-respect out the window, but he sounded like he was considering ending it completely with you. That was the complete opposite of what you wanted.

“It doesn’t sure seem like it. And can you blame me with your actions last night? What were you even thinking with that little stunt?”

You said nothing, choosing to avoid eye contact and shrink into yourself.

“And why are you not going to class?” Castiel demanded, shooting you another disproving look.

He knew your schedule; you had given it to him at the beginning of the quarter, so he knew when and when not to contact you. The thought of him waiting outside of your class to try to catch you the last couple of days only to find you not there made you tense.

“You’re paying a lot of money to just sit at home,” he continued chastising you. “I understand that you are hurt but, Jesus, Y/N. Don’t spiral like you tend to.”

That dig shot your wall right back up.

“Spiral?” you asked in disbelief about his choice of word, turning in your seat to look at him. “I’m am hurt! You are right! And I have a right to feel that way. You are asking me to put everything on hold while you get ready for your baby and try to repair things with your wife.”

“Not everything, don’t be overdramatic, Y/N. Just us.”

“Then what is this?” you asked, a mixture of anxiety and anger beginning to swirl in the pit of your stomach. “If we are were supposed to be putting things on hold, why am I here in your car? Driving to who knows where?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. You really think it would be that easy for me to just stop caring?” Castiel asked you heavily. “I wanted to talk to you. Talk to you more about everything. And the car gives us privacy. Especially out at the river.”

At least he gave you answer now where the two of you were going.

“Isn’t she going to be suspicious?”

“It’s the middle of the day,” Castiel returned, taking the exit towards one of the backroads along the river. “I should be in the office.”

You wondered if he had cancelled office hours to come get you. He must have if he was not supposed to be teaching. You studied his profile, contemplating on how to progress in the conversation.

“What are you thinking about?” Castiel asked you. You shrugged, honestly. “That’s not helpful, Y/N.”

You shrugged again, sighing. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you want me to do here. I can’t just wait around. I knew, I knew, it would be like this if it ever came to light. And I was still surprised to hear you say it… that you were still going to stay. And then you have the audacity to ask me to just stay put. That’s wrong.”

Castiel let out a little chuckle and you glared at him. “’It’s wrong’. It’s wrong to ask you to hold out?”

“Yes! You get to rekindle your relationship and be cared for. And I, what? Just stay by myself? That is wrong, Castiel.” Tears stung your eyes explaining this to him. “If you are serious about trying to build things back up, then you need to let me try to find comfort somewhere too. Not leave me in the cold on a maybe.”

“It’s not a maybe—”

“Yes, it is! You could really fall back in love and this could be the thing that saves you two. And don’t even argue!” He had started to say something in retort, but you cut him off. He looked displeased but you had gained confidence to tell him how you were really feeling, despite how you were openly crying now. “You know that is a possibility. It’s a very real one. And then I would have just wasted my time being by myself when I could have been moving on.”

Castiel was quiet now as he turned onto the side road leading down to a spot by the river side.

“It’s not fair,” you muttered, crossing your arms, and staring out the window. You did not bother wiping the tears away, wanting him to see them.

The car came to a stop, Castiel putting it into park and kept it running to keep the heat on, you surmised.

Castiel turned to look at you, putting his arm across, resting his hand on the back of your seat. You risked looking out the corner of your eye at him as he sighed, “Fine. Fine, yes. It isn’t fair to ask that of you. You are right. You deserve better than that and I want to give you that. That being said, what you did really hurt me last night. It was petty. And I think you know that and you actually look remorseful, so… I’ll just have to get over it. In the future though, I hope you choose something more meaningful in someone. I don’t like it… the idea of you being with someone else, let alone...” He cleared his throat, trailing off. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts before he turned his gaze back to you, shaking his head. “But I can’t let you come to resent me; that would hurt worse. To lose you completely. We just… need to be honest with each other.”

You softened your posture as he spoke, more tears pricking your eyes. All you wanted was for him to take it back and apologize. You thought it was going to be harder than this considering how the conversation had been going.

His hand moved to come grasp you behind the neck, his thumb gently grazing your jawline. His touch was tender, and he was winning you over so easily. Had you ever had any real power at all?

“Can you be honest with me, Y/N? About anything that comes up relationship-wise? I’ve been honest with you.” Breathing shakily, you nodded. “Can you look at me?” You did as he asked, eyes glistening. He looked at you with adoration, a small smile on his face. “Thank you, love. I don’t like when you won’t look at me.” He brushed a tear away and you leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry that it came to this. I naively hoped it never would. I love you so much and don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m sorry.”

Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He inhaled deeply before placing another slow kiss. You titled your head up in invitation and he accepted, his lips coming to rest on yours. He deepened the kiss, holding your face and you let him.

“How is this ‘fixing it’, Castiel?” you asked him, your foreheads together. “Are you just hoping it goes back to normal? It can’t. And this isn’t changing much, is it? We are still sneaking around.”

Shaking his head, Castiel told you as he pulled away to be able to look you in the eyes, “It’s not going to go back to normal. No more late nights. No more sex in the office. We’ve got to be more discreet, do what we are doing today. So yes, sneaking around still. But, during a time that it won’t draw suspicion. And it’s got to be less frequent.”

“How less frequent?” you fought to keep the whine out of your voice.

“We’ll determine that as we go along. Can we do that?” You nodded in affirmation and he smiled at you warmly. “Plus… I downloaded Snapchat. We can text there. I have the app hidden in an extra file on my phone. And we can still send pics and videos there in between. Does that sound okay with you?” You nodded again and he looked satisfied.

His eyes trailed down, and his hands followed his gaze, slipping up into your jacket to pull it off your shoulder. You reached up to stop him and he froze, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.

“Don’t you have to get back?” you said.

“It’s only 2:00pm. Here is perfect.”

You looked around and despite the rain more than likely deterring people from walking, you were hesitant. “It’s… what if someone comes by?”

“So, what? This is the only way it’s going to work.” You did not move and Castiel pushed his hands further in, pulling your jacket down your arms. “Come on,” he coaxed you, tossing your jacket to the ground, and his hand moving back up to caress your cheek. “Crawl back there with me. I put down the seats just for us. Let me revel in you.”

Not knowing when the next time would be that you could be with him, you did as he asked, and he followed you into the back of the SUV. He had you undressed to your underwear swiftly, peppering your bare skin with kisses and soft sucks in visible places and harder where it would be safe for him to leave marks along your breasts.

He trailed soft kisses down your abdomen, keeping eye contact with you as he did so. Your breath hitched when he ran his fingers delicately up the crotch of your underwear. His fingers slipped underneath the band, entering your quickly wetting pussy. Bringing his fingers back up to his lips, he sucked earnestly.

“You taste so good,” he husked, his eyes blown black with lust. He tore your underwear off, tossing them aside. He buried his face, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

As your hands clenched into fists feeling his tongue lap at you, you pushed everything else from your mind, falling into feeling him worship you.

~~~

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[yoonjinkooked]

On Call  | part 1

moodboard by the lovely and amazing @flajka

Pairing: Y/N / Jungkook

Rating: 18+

Genre: Strangers to lovers / Rom-Com / Humor / Smut

Warnings for part 1: ranting, mentions of blood and injuries, good ass flirting, lots of good looking doctors, mentions of sex. The explicit stuff is saved for part two. 

General warnings:  (explicit sex, cursing, more to be added)

Word Count: 5147 +

Summary: After a catastrophic first date, you end up leaving the hospital angry, tired and date-less. Hoping to have a drink or five, you end up in a nearby bar, sitting next to the same doctor who caught your eye earlier.

A/N: I had to split it into two parts. I REALLY did not want to do that but I am absolutely not happy with how I wrote a large chunk of this, so I am writing it all over again. I can’t keep you waiting anymore so I’ll split this one. The smutty stuff comes in the next chapter. 

I’m sorry for the long wait, life got in the way. I will have a day off before the weekend so I think I’ll manage to finish it then. To make it more specific - Part 2 by Sunday!

Let me know what you guys think! :)

First dates are horrible.

Even if they’re going well, even if you end up meeting the love of your life, that first date is always going to be horrible, at least just a little bit.

You’ve had shitty first dates and some not so shitty first dates but you’ve never had something that you’d call a traumatic first date. Until today.

Giving Tinder a shot wasn’t something that you really wanted to do. Dating apps were always something you were skeptical about, despite having a good friend who had met his current fiancé over one of said apps. A place for horny people who want easy sex – that’s what those dating apps were for you.

You have refused to install one, until you have become just that – a horny person who wants easy sex. Two glasses of wine and three dick pics later, you have actually managed to find someone who seemed… okay. Good looking, but not loud about it. No dick pics – big bonus. And he actually managed to avoid cheesy pickup lines and just… asked you to meet up for coffee. So, you have decided to give Adam a shot. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Save from horror movie scenarios, of course.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Well, Adam could turn out to be an idiot who doesn’t watch where he’s walking and he could end up stepping into an open manhole in the middle of the street, grabbing you by the hand as he fell, knocking you on the ground in the process, all while still managing to break his leg.

But what kind of bad luck would you need to have for that to happen?

Apparently, the amount of bad luck you have is sufficient. Adam did indeed fall into a manhole but not before grabbing hold of you while trying to keep himself balanced – you were too surprised to react in any way, so not only did he end up falling but so did you, hitting your head on the pavement and scratching your arm on concrete.

All you can remember clearly are his yells and blood. The rest is a blur, from the point of you calling 911 to you sitting here, in a hospital, waiting to be checked by a doctor.

In the history of bad first dates, this has to be the runner-up, at the very least. All of that before the biggest plot twist of the night – the arrival of Adam’s girlfriend. The girl was worried sick and the moment you saw her throw herself onto a broken Adam, you silently decided to not go into his room after all.

At least the cut on your hand isn’t too bad – it stopped bleeding over the last few minutes and other than a light headache and an immense feeling of embarrassment, you’re doing pretty okay. Well, you’re also annoyed with waiting in a very crowded waiting room – apparently your situation is not serious enough to earn you a room, bed or even a simple chair.

“Taehyung, go check on him,” the voice belongs to a doctor walking past you, obviously giving some instructions. He’s handsome as hell, tall and with dark hair – much better looking than Adam. He probably watches where he’s walking too. “Check back with me when you’re done, okay?”

“Excuse me,” he turns around when you call him, finally deciding to no longer wait in silence. “Can someone tell me where to go or what to do? I have been waiting for more than an hour.”

“What are you here for?” he ask as his eyes go over you quickly, narrowing down on your arm. “Bad fall?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “I hit my head a bit too. I feel okay though.”

“Any pain?” he asks, walking closer to you. Close enough to make you swallow a lump because holy fuck, he is really good looking.

“Just a regular headache kind of pain,” you explain. “And my arm does hurt a bit too.”

“I’ll have a nurse clean that up,” he tells me. “What’s your name?” he asks.

“Y/N,” you force a smile. “Y/L/N Y/N.”

“Okay Y/N, please do what I say. Lift your right arm up,” he instructs and you do as he said. “Put it down. Now please stick your tongue out,” you follow his lead, even though you feel like a bit like an idiot, sticking your tongue out in the middle of a hospital waiting room. “Good. Now please follow my finger – just with your eyes, don’t move your head. Okay?” you follow his finger left to right, gulping yet again as you become aware of very direct eye contact. You repeat a mantra in your head, reminding yourself that it’s literally his job to look at you.

“Just a weak headache you say?”

“Well, if we ignore the growing death wish, yes,” he frowns at your tragic joke, causing you to smile and shake your head. It’s too complicated to explain anyways.

“You seem to be doing just fine, Y/N,” he reassures you. “If you feel any pain, just a regular pain medication should help. If your headache doesn’t leave you by tomorrow night, I’d advise you to come back here for a checkup. But for now, you don’t need a CT. I’ll just have… Jimin!” he calls for someone. And boy oh boy, it’s someone alright - a very good looking, blonde young man in blue scrubs walks towards us. “Jimin, please clean up her wound and see if stitches are needed,” he tells him.

“Sure thing, Dr. Kim,” Jimin smiles at the doctor.

“And Y/N, remember, if you feel anything unusual, come back here. Okay?” Dr. Kim asks.

“Okay,” you nod obediently, knowing damn well you will already be on your way back to the hospital the second you feel anything out of the ordinary.

“Follow me, Miss Y/N,” Jimin instructs you with a smile and you follow him. As you do, you can’t help but wonder if every damn person in this hospital is good looking – both he and Dr. Kim could be supermodels if they really wanted to. Or maybe they aren’t that good looking and you’ve just hit my head a bit too hard.

“MOVE!” you jump up when a yell carries through the hallway. Before you can even react, Jimin is grabbing your intact hand and pulling you to the side. Backed up against the wall, you watch in shock the scene that unfolds before you. A group of people is literally running through the hallway with a stretcher between them. “Move, move, move!” you realize now who is yelling – it’s the doctor who is all but lying on the stretcher. You don’t see much as they pass you – it’s a blur of people, different colored scrubs and blood. What you do see is that a doctor is literally above the patient, who is lying on the stretcher, his hands too bloody for you to see and understand what the hell he is doing. And then they’re gone, taking a turn to the right at the end of the hallway. You can still hear him yelling commands, his voice fainter by the second.

“Holy shit.”

“Yes,” Jimin chuckles. “Just another day at the office,” he starts walking again and not knowing what else to do, you just follow him, avoiding stepping onto the droplets of blood that coat the floor. It looks like that’s also a part of their every day schedule.

“Isn’t that patient more important than I am?” you wonder. “I mean, this is just a scratch. I could probably even clean it up at home, he looks like he needs more help than I do.

“Miss Y/N, there were three nurses around that stretcher,” Jimin smiles back at you. “If I go there, I would do more harm than help. Doctor Jeon and the team can handle it.”

Agreeing with his subtle suggestion that this really is none of your business, you shut up and follow him. Finally, you have a chance to sit down when the two of you end up in a small office, equipped with what one would call basic doctor supplies. You wait as Jimin collects what he needs, before he turns on the light and takes a good look at your injured arm.

“Ouch, that’s not pretty. Did you fall?”

The snort that leaves you causes him to raise his eyebrows in confusion. “You could say that. My date fell into a manhole,” you almost chuckle when I see Jimin’s eyes go wide in surprise. Honestly, you would have laughed hard if Adam didn’t actually get seriously injured. “And nearly dragged me into it with him.”

“That sounds like… a bad date,” he comments.

“Yeah. First date too,” the grimace on Jimin’s face says it all. “We barely even shook hands before he was falling down. I guess I’m gonna go celibate now. Did I mention his girlfriend showed up at the hospital?”

“Ouch,” he comments. Before you could respond, the touch of an alcohol soaked swab makes your hand flinch as Jimin start’s cleaning your injurty. “You are having a rough night.”

“More like a rough year,” you mumble.

“Miss Y/N, you need to look at the bright side,” Jimin smiles at you. It’s easy for him to say – he strikes you as a big ball of fluff and positive. You, on the other hand, are a walking disaster. “After the rain comes the rainbow. Karma has her way of doing things.”

“If you say so.”

Jimin works in silence while you stare at the floor and contemplate your life, deciding to leave the hospital as soon as he is done with fixing you up. A part of you wanted to find Adam and his girl, cause a scene and tell her to get away from him. Hell, if you had more energy, you would have gone with that plan. Now you just want to leave and get yourself a drink. Or five. When Jimin finished with cleaning your arm and applying some cream, you smile and thank him, asking for directions to the nearest bar.  

 After spending a few minutes wondering whether or not you should call your best friend and ask him to join, you have reached the conclusion that Hoseok’s bright and cheerful personality is not something that you need tonight.

He would chuckle at the story, telling you to look on the bright side, to be glad your leg wasn’t broken and that you got out before you ended up being ‘the other woman’. And while all of that would be absolutely correct, you do not need a ‘cheer up, buddy’ tonight. What you need is a decent amount of time to be alone and gloomy, wallow in self-pity and maybe drown in alcohol. With the day you’ve had, you deserve it – all of it.

“You sure you want another one?” the bartender asks when you point to the almost empty glass of Long Island Iced Tea in front of you – that’s what he served when you asked for a ‘drink that may end up killing you’. “Those things are pretty strong. You’re not driving, are you?” he asks, forcing you to make a mental note to tip him well because he’s actually worried about my well-being, even if I’m not.

“Not driving. And trust me, these are not nearly as effective as I want them to be.”

“Drinking to forget?” he’s asking too many question but he is getting the drink ready, so you take it.

“Hopefully.”

You have deleted Tinder the moment you sat down at the bar. It’s impossible to know when you’ll be ready to try again but one thing is certain - you won’t be trying on some cursed, shitty app. From this point on, you will go through my life without focusing on men and dick. You solemnly swear that you will not look for anything – in fact, you will wait for it to come on its own. And if it doesn’t, well, life goes on. With a job you like and a fairly cool group of friends, even an occasional hobby, you’ll have plenty of things to keep yourself occupied.

But. No. More. Men.

“Evening, doc!” the bartender’s cheerful voice snaps me you of a daze. “The usual?”

“Yep,” the voice next to you speaks up and against better judgment, you turn my head to look at him. As he sits down in the chair next to yours, you realize this is the same doctor that was yelling his way through the hallway earlier. Looking away from him, you decide not to draw attention to yourself. No particular reason why – attention is just the last thing on your mind now.

“Rough day today, doc?”

“No rougher than usual,” he chuckles. You focus on your drink, pushing the lemon around the glass with a straw, kind of pretending that it’s Adam and you are pushing him around. “You seem like you’ve had a worse day, what the heck happened to your arm?” it takes you a second to realize that the doctor is directing the question your way.

“I was dragged to the ground,” you mumble, not bothering to look his way. “Hurt my arm and hit my head.”

“Is your head okay?” he asks and even without looking at him, you know he is asking this as a doctor and not just a guy at the bar – there is literally a change in his tone, which suddenly turned serious.

“One of your colleagues checked it out and unfortunately, my head is okay,” you reply.

“You look way too young to sound so pessimistic,” he chuckles and you turn to him, slightly annoyed with his pestering. The earlier theory you had on how every employee of the hospital across the street is handsome is proven to be true because holy crap, he’s hot. You didn’t get a chance to notice it when he flew past on the stretcher earlier but now, even with the dim lights of the bar you’re at, you can see him much clearer. His face is gorgeous, flawless, with big brown eyes looking at me and a tiny smile on his lips. From what you can see, his physique is equally impressive. He is, simply put, hot as hell.

“I’m also way too sober for this conversation.”

If you had met him yesterday, who knows, maybe it would have ended with an offer to suck him off in the back alley – that’s how hot he is. But today sucks. Therefore, you won’t.

“Seems like you’re going to fix that soon enough,” he chuckles at you, probably because you are downing the drink much faster than one should down such a strong cocktail. “As a doctor, I’m obliged to tell you that you should hold back on your drinks if you’ve suffered a hit to the head.”

“How ‘bout a hit to my pride?” you turn on the stool to look at him, challenging him.  It’s evident that he is simply trying to have a conversation. His tone wasn’t condescending either – it was more of a good natured suggestion than a doctor’s advice. Still, it annoyed you, just a little. “That one can hurt just as hard as a hit to the head, can it not?”

“It can,” he nods his head. “But what can possibly be that bad?” he asks.

Do you speak up or keep your mouth shut?

To hell with it. You need to rant, are almost drunk and will never see him again.

“Had a date today,” you pause to take a sip of my drink. “First date. He fell into an open manhole.”

“Wait, is that the dude with the girlfriend?” he asks and you turn to him so fast, you think your neck muscle is strained. “Are you the girl who made a scene?”

“No I didn’t!” you gasp, shocked that he’d even suggest something like that. “I haven’t said a word to him! The girl showed up, I put two and two together, went to get my hand fixed and ended up here.”

“Who fixed your arm?” he asks, frowning in suspicion.

“A very hot blonde guy.”

“Jimin,” he chuckles and I nod my head, remembering the name now. “That explains a lot.”

“That explains what?” you ask, momentarily distracted when you notice the bartender serving the doctor his drink – mineral water. Sure, there’s ice and two slices of lemon in the glass but it is just mineral water. If that’s his regular drink, you don’t even want to know what he drinks when he’s feeling a bit tamer.

“Jimin has a habit of meddling into people’s lives a bit too often,” the doctor chuckles and a lump forms in your throat as you focus on his side profile – clear skin, chiseled jaw, cute nose and messy hair. Even his speech, now a bit slower than earlier, is hot. “He must have put two and two together because from what I’ve heard, he asked the dude where his date was, right in front of the girlfriend,” he tells you.

“Serves him right,” a dark chuckle leaves you as you realize just how thankful you are for the overly meddling nurse who did my work in your stead.

“The chick flipped and caused a ruckus,” the doctor continues. “With the way you’ve been sulking at the bar, I thought it might have been you. Stupid, I know – you even said it was a first date.”

“I’m just glad that’s behind me,” you mumble in response. “Or, will be, when I finish this drink.”

“The guy is a dick,” the bartender suddenly joins in, having obviously listened to your conversation. You can’t blame the guy – you’re sitting right in front of him. “You seem like a decent girl,” he tells you. “Why would you waste time on cheaters when you have nice guys like Doctor Jeon around?” he hits the doctor on the shoulder, hard, beaming down at him.

“You’ve always been a bad wing-man Chris, but I think you might have just outdone yourself.”

“Doctor Jeon isn’t even drinking,” you smile at the bartender. “I’m sure he’s not interested.”

“Doctor Jeon needs to drive home and hopefully get there in one piece,” the doctor laughs. “And please just call me Jungkook – the doctor thing is getting a bit weird,” he adds, obviously ignoring your comment that he isn’t interested. Could it mean that… no, probably not.

“Take a cab, Jungkook,” you tell him, turning around to stare at the shelves full of drinks, expensive and cheap, dark and colorful. Looking directly at him would be a very bad idea. “Life’s too short.”

“Mineral water is just fine,” you can hear the smile in his voice. “Besides, I might get called back to the hospital tonight. Probably not, but I never know. I’d rather be able to help someone than drunk.”

“Did you save that guy from today?” you ask, this time risking at all and looking at him, seeing the confusion on his heavenly face. “The one on the stretcher, the guy you were all but sitting on?”

“Ah,” he nods his head in understanding. “He’s in intensive care but most likely will make it through the night. He’s in good hands.”

“Doctor Jeon is a trauma surgeon,” the bartender, Chris as you now know, tells you with a knowing look. “Very big deal in the hospital.”

“Trauma surgeons or Doctor Jeon in particular?” you laugh.

“Chris, I think some glasses want to be polished,” Jungkook’s jaw clenches but you can still see a hint of a smile as he looks at his friend. “Don’t meddle, please. I can flirt just fine on my own.”

“Oh, is that what you were doing?” you laugh. This is becoming… very interesting.

“I’m about to, as soon as I find out your name,” he smirks your way. That one action, that one tiny smirk, made him 10 times more attractive than he was seconds ago.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats. Okay, it may be too soon to tell but you have an inkling of where this might end up going and at this point, you are ready to pray to god that it ends up going that way. More than once.

“He’s single,” the bartender suddenly pipes up.

“Chris.”

“And the kindest guy I know,” Chris still continues, ignoring Jungkook’s glares.

“Will you stop?”

“No,” you laugh at Jungkook. “No, I like this, he’s telling me all I need to know. Tell me, Chris, how often does he flirt with lonely ladies at the bar?” you ask.

“First time I’ve seen him do it,” Chris replies without blinking. “Beats your guy from earlier today by a mile.”

“That he does,” you agree immediately. Just superficial conversation and one look at Jungkook was enough to reach the same conclusion. Granted, you haven’t really had the chance to properly talk to Adam but his girlfriend did and based from what you’ve heard, she doesn’t like him that much at the moment.

“How about you talk now, Y/N, before Chris here finds my birth certificate,” Jungkook turns to you.

“What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you’re willing to share.”

“I doubt you’d be interested in hearing my life story,” you chuckle. “I’m a real estate agent. I’m tired and not as drunk as I want to be.”

“That’s all you think I need to know?” he laughs, leaning just a tiny bit closer. “Tell me who you are when you’re not angry at some random dick. Tell me about your hobbies, your interests, the things you hate the most, your plans for the future.”

“Are you trying to flirt with me or are you scouting for a would-be wife?” you frown.

“Play your cards right and ask me that question later.”

It’s so fucking endearing – he laughs at himself as he delivers such a cheesy, yet somehow smooth line. He is literally laughing at himself and that makes you chuckle too – he’s not taking himself too seriously and is genuinely funny. Hell, if he plays his cards right, you might just ask him to marry you.

“I hate cucumbers,” is what you decide to tell him. “Tom Cruise too – he’s creepy. I don’t like people who waste my time. I’m a TV show addict, I could live on popcorn and I never wear high heels. Does that satisfy your curiosity?” your eyebrows are raised as you throw the ball over in his field.

“Not even close,” he responds. Judging by the little smirk on his face, he can definitely tell that your interest is peaked in all the right ways. “You’re just making me want to know more, Y/N.”

“Unfair,” you pretend to glare at him. “It’s your turn now – it’s only fair if I know as much as you do.”

“Alright,” he nods his head. “I’m a surgeon, as you already know. I’m… a pretty boring guy if I’m being honest. I work, workout, occasionally meet up with my friends and sleep. I like cucumbers but I can’t stand eggplants. I never really gave Tom Cruise much thought but you do have a point, he is a bit creepy,” Jungkook grimaces and you laugh, glad to hear you’re not the only one with that opinion. “I barely even have a life outside of work.”

You were goofing off at first but by the time he finishes, the humorous tone of the conversation isn’t really there anymore. He’s a doctor, a surgeon at that – it’s not hard for you to imagine just how big of a price his personal life had to pay in order for him to have a career like that. While it’s a shame, in your opinion, it was a decision he was very much aware of – as well as its consequences.

“Seems like maybe I’m not the only one who needs a drink tonight,” you give him a pointed look.

“Nah,” he smiles at you, shaking his head. “I still need to drive. Besides, you’ve had a bad day. This is just a regular day for me. Well, almost regular – I don’t usually talk to a pretty girl by the end of it.”

This time around, you stay silent.

It’s not something you can say and seeing as you do find him attractive it’s not the logical response either. You should smile at him, run fingers through your hair, try to appear as sensual and as flirty as possible – or as much as you can be, with dirty jeans and a big ass scratch on your arm. Doctor Jeon ticks off all the boxes, or at least all that you can think off, with your mind a little bit hazy, thanks to Chris’s mean cocktail. You should play the game and see where it’ll take you.

But you don’t. No, you stay silent and you look at the drink before you, ignoring the pair of eyes you feel on you. Perhaps you have had enough? Perhaps Adam was the last straw, your last chance before giving up completely? Maybe, maybe not. But for whatever reason, you decide to stay silent.

To his credit, Jungkook follows your lead. He doesn’t push you and that makes him look even better in your eyes. He was following your lead, pushing as far as you’d let him. Not all men have that ability, sadly. Jungkook does, he has something you can only describe as a peaceful aura. He strikes you as a laid back, everything is going to be okay, kind of guy. He’s not desperately trying to impress, nor is he trying to pull off a bad boy vibe. Thinking about it now, he seems like the most mature guy you were ever interested in, even in passing, even if you’ve only talked to him for a few minutes.

Now you want to speak up, say something, anything, but your mouth just opens and closes, as you find that as much as you want to, you’re not capable of forming words.

And why would you? Come to think of it, seriously, why would you? You barely even talked. You have had a day from hell, you are tired and there’s not much he could provide you with, other than a distraction. It would do it’s trick, you might get a good night and a few worthy memories but at the end of it all, you would probably never see his face again. At least outside of the emergency room.

Your brain is playing tennis with itself, throwing the ball from one side to another as you debate whether or not something should be done, mentally listing all the pros and cons to each option, asking yourself further questions that simply lead you nowhere. That’s the way overthinking works and you should know, since you do it all the damn time.

His glass hits the bar a bit too hard and you flinch, looking at it from the corner of your eye. It’s empty, the tennis match in your head is slowly coming to an end – no winner. You do nothing, don’t say a word, don’t look at him. You only look at the bartender as he tells Jungkook to keep an eye on the bar as he goes to get more tequila from the back.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asks and the moment your eyes meet, the beat of your heart turns frantic. You wish you could slow it down somehow, or at least ignore it and focus on other things. Nope, none of it could work even if you tried – your heart is going berserk and all you can look at is Jungkook’s face. His eyes really are a one hell of a sight. “I’m going home now,” he tells you, his eyes looking around your face, from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes again. “I would very much like to take you there with me. You had a horrible day and you deserve something to keep your mind off it. I’d be happy to oblige. It would also be a nice change for me, to not go home alone once,” he adds.

Okay, it’s happening. The ball is on your side now. The problem is, Jungkook’s suggestion sounded more like a ‘let’s go steady’ than ‘do you want to fuck’ and that leaves you uneasy. Not a single thing about this screams one night stand to you, other than the fact that he is very much a stranger.

But you want to. God, do you want to. You want to suck him dry and run your hands through his hair as he fucks you – on a desk, on the floor, up against the wall, in the shower, on the bed – wherever it’s physically possible, really. You can’t remember the last time someone so stupidly handsome was offering you what Jungkook is offering now. Even if he makes it sound way more romantic than it should sound like, the hidden promise is there – you’d get dicked down.

Fuck it, you want it. Even more so, you need it.

“What kind of distraction are you suggesting, exactly?” you ask, praying to everyone and everything that your poker face is as stable as you want it to be.

“I think you know exactly what I’m suggesting, Y/N,” he mumbles, still keeping his eyes directly on you. It’s a little uncomfortable and your first instinct is to look away, to save yourself, but you can’t. With every word he says, he is drawing you in, deeper. “We can play coy, if that’s what you want, but you know very well how this is going to end.”

“And what about my head?” you do play coy, but you also throw in a subtle smirk, to make sure your intentions are clear, even though they are very much different than your words. “Weren’t you worried about me drinking after I’ve hit my head? How could a… distraction be healthy for me?”

“Oh, it could be,” he chuckles. “Healthy, enjoyable and dare I say, addictive. And just to settle your worries – nothing better than doctor supervision over the course of the night.”

You laugh because fuck it, it’s sold and you want him to know that.

“I trust I’ll be in good hands.”

“Oh, you will be,” it sounds both exciting and sinister and it stirs you in all the right ways. “Let’s go,” you are surprised with how quickly he takes out a couple of bills from his back pocket and throws them onto the bar, paying for both of your drinks and then some. He doesn’t wait for Chris to get back – he’s already on his feet and reaching for your hand. “Let’s go – I don’t want to waste more time.”

You let him drag you out of the bar, hoping that his dick is just as good as his game.

[radreactions]

First off love your blog. Your so much fun to read, and your reactions are great. So in the truest spirit of Fo4, how about the companions reacting to Fo4 glitches? Gonna let YOU surprise us with what glitches they are.

Damn this was fun! I even added a few pics of my own experiences 😂 Enjoy!

Ada -

She stops and turns, gazing at the young man enjoying his dinner on a floating plate, sitting backwards in his chair with a table right behind him. She glances up at Sole, the little light on her processor unit blinking rapidly overtime as she tried to make sense of such an impossible scene. "Hey George," Sole greets overly casually, as if nothing was wrong it the world. "Good food?" The physics defying man looks up with a grin. "Oh the best! Molly just got in a new shipment of bloatfly, it's the best I've ever had!" Sole glances to Ada, that little light rapidly picking up in speed as George places down his now floating knife. "Good to know, thanks Geroge." They walk off but Ada remains still, staring uncomprehendingly at the poor man who just wanted to enjoy his dinner. He didn't know a series of "!Error!" messages were flickering throughout Ada's HUD.

Cait - "Ohh THAT is the creepiest goddamn shite I have ever seen." She mumbles, clutching her shotgun tightly as she watches the bones of a long forgotten corpse jump and rattle around on the ground. "What'd ya do ta it?" She demands, casting Sole an accusing look, a single skeletal leg fluttering up between them before dropping back down again. "I don't know," They replied, face pale. "I stepped over it and my boot must have caught on something." Suddenly the whole thing lurched upwards almost to the roof, causing the both of them to yelp and jump back, before it calmly floated to the ground where it finally lay still. "Fer fuck's sake, I thought goin' clean was supposed ta stop me from seein' shite like this."

Codsworth - "Oh heavens!" He gasps upon seeing the settler pumping water. If he had a chest, he'd place a hand over it. As it was, his pincer was clutched dramatically to his hull as all three of his optic units focused themselves on the headless settler who just made as if to wipe sweat from their nonexistent brow. He turns to Sole then, shocked and more than a little disturbed. "Sir/mum, are my optical units malfunctioning or are they suffering a severe case of a headache?"

Curie - "Oh! Mon Dieu! I seem to be...structurally compromised!" She gasps, pushing with all her little body's might against the ground she had suddenly fallen through. The concrete was at her waist and despite how hard or fast she kicked her legs - seemingly underhindered by soil that was alarmingly nonexistent below the surface - she just couldn't get herself up. Sole tried pulling, as did Dogmeat, but alas to no avail. "This will pass, yes?" Sole's noncommittal shrug certainly didn't alleviate her worry. But hey, on the bright side, she decided to study this rare phenomenon of intangibility while it lasts.

Danse - He could feel it burrowing around under his feet. He could hear it squealing and hissing, hungry for his blood. His eyes tracked it's movements through the sights of his weapon, finger halfway depressing the trigger in preparation for when it finally makes it's move. A silent, breathless moment later and suddenly it burst through the ground in a raucous explosion of soil and rock and fury....only to sail right over his head and up into the sky. He watched, shocked, as the radscorpion hissed and clicked it's pincers metres in the air above the treeline, it's tail whipping about in a frenzy as it sailed away into the distance, never to be seen again. "Danse?" Sole called, emerging from behind the Red Rocket and startling him. "Did you get it?" He lowered his weapon and scratched his head, still trying to come to terms with the fact that he ACTUALLY saw that. "It...got away?" Sole gave him a questioning look but didn't press the matter further. Even hours later he was still thinking about it, brow pinched in confusion, bewildered mind wondering where the heck the thing ended up. What if it was still out there? Looking for him? Waiting for the perfect moment to strike? He shudders.

Deacon -

"Umm. Sole? Uh, a little help? Gravity is...well...I think I must have broke it. In related news, guess who's looking fabulous?" *tilts shades, gives a wink* "That's right, it's me!"

Dogmeat - He bounds ahead of Sole, panting excitedly because Sanctuary and all his friends are just over the rise and he's got a new collar on and wow, doesn't he look fancy! Just as he turns his head to check on his companion, he see's them disappear. Immediately, he stops in his tracks and tilts his head in confusion. That's a new trick. Is that normal for humans? He knew they were a little weird but...how did Sole DO that? And where did they go? He looks left, he looks right, he sniffs around for a bit and still can't find them. Where...? Suddenly he hears them screaming and there, falling from nowhere above him, they tumble from the clouds shouting words that would normally cause his tail to hide between his legs. He winces when they hit and trots over to give them a questioning lick. "Fucking Todd fucking Howard. Mister 'it just works'. Yeah right you sonofa-" Suddenly they're gone again and he hears "Are you fucking kidding me?!" shouted once more from above. He sits down and sighs. This could go on for a while.

Gage - "Now how in the...?" He shields his eyes as he gazes up towards the roof of the dilapidated pre-war home where a caravan's Brahmin stood, chewing calmly on a peice of yellow straw. "That ain't the weirdest shit I've ever seen, but it's up there." He grimaces as the thing lifts it's tail and shits through the rafters, a grin spreading across Gage's lips when he hears cries of disgust from the occupants within. He looks to the Overboss and lifts a mischievous brow. "Wanna make their day even worse? My caps satchel is feeling a little...light."

Hancock -

"Whoa! What the hell is this? And why the hell didn't I get an invitation?" He turns to Sole and waggles an eyebrow, already removing his trenchcoat. "You gonna join in or do you like watchin'?"

MacCready - He couldn't stop it. He just COULD NOT stop it. "Seriously, I'm freaking the fu-heck out here, Sole!" he yelled, paddling for his life in thin air. He was walking fine one moment, then suddenly his body developed a mind of it's own. He's swimming. On land. And he can't FUCKING stop it. Sole, laughing, kept backing up a few steps of which MacCready couldn't help but following with a big kick of his legs and a stroke with his arms. "Help me out here, for fu-argh-God's sake!" Sole just kept laughing and backing up, resolutely deciding for him that he's gonna kick their ass as soon as this humiliating ordeal is over.

Maxson - He stared in horror as Paladin Danse approached him, all words seemingly lost in the face of this...this...ABOMINATION. Gone was the power armour, despite the clunk of each of Danse's steps, and in it's place was freakishly elongated limbs that Danse didn't even seem to notice. "What the hell?" He demanded. "Where is your designated power armour, soldier?" In the past he had wondered if Danse was one of those soldiers who took to liking their armour way too much, but this? This was...certainly unprecedented. "I'm wearing it, Elder." Danse replied, a questioning furrow on his brow. "What are my orders, Sir?" Shaking his head, Maxson gave them and immediately reached for a bottle of bourbon once Danse's freakishly long back was turned. He was pretty sure, as Danse made his way through the Prydwen, that he heard suprised screams followed by gunshots.

Nick Valentine - He watches disbelievingly as Sole shoots down another raider. "Nick, are you gonna help or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty all day?" They shout, promptly reloading the clip in their gun. Their UPSIDE DOWN gun, that they seemingly still operate as if it were the right way up. Their left hand was grasping nothing but thin air but still looked as though there was something clutched in their hand. He could see the trigger being pulled, but their finger was miles above it. "Uh...sure...sure." he replies, still watching as Sole aims through the upside down weapon, literally through the stock, and still manages to hit their target. "You just...have a little something on your piece there." They look at him before looking down at their upside down gun, giving a sheepish grin as they wipe away a bit of congealed blood. "Thanks, Nick." They promptly go back shooting and he watches, noticing the muzzle flash appearing at least thirty centimetres above the actual barrel. "I need a hard reboot." He mutters.

Old Longfellow - He squints into the sky, watching in half amusement as the mudcrab drops from thin air and splats on the ground only meters away from him. "Well," he grumbles, his white eyebrows lifting a little as he turns to look at Sole. "That's new."

Piper Wright -

"Umm. Blue? You're seeing what I'm seeing...right?" She timidly shuffles closer to the giant pink behind of what she can only assume is a Brahmin and stares at the way it is seemingly stuck THROUGH the solid concrete wall. "Is...is it still alive??" Suddenly it moos and she jumps back in shock, clutching Sole's arm as if for dear life. "I can't tell if that came from the front or the back, but either way...what the heck do we DO with it?"

Strong - The sound he made was almost defeaning in the dark and stuffy subway station. It was also creepy. VERY fucking creepy. Sole has never heard a sound like that before and they desperately hope, as Strong remains doubled over laughing, that they'll never have to hear it again. On the ground, where they've just killed a lowly ghoul, it's corpse was spinning like a beyblade and was apparently the most hilarious thing Strong has ever seen. "Are you done yet?" They ask impatiently, but get nothing but another roll of creepy ass laughter that finally prompts them to move on into the darkness without him. At least ghouls were a lot less scarier than...whatever THAT was.

Preston Garvey - He and Sole were gazing out over the ocean just after successfully winning back the castle from the queen mirelurk, her corpse being promptly dissected by the Minutemen in the courtyard behind them. "Wow. Not that long ago, I never would've thought we could-" He cuts off because just as Sole turned to look at him, the ocean suddenly became a flurescent green rectangle stretching endlessly before him. "What the hell?!" He sputtered, eyes going wide. Sole turned back and the ocean promptly reappeared. "What?" they asked, turning to look questioningly at him. Again, the ocean flickered and the almost blindingly bright green glared up at him. "The ocean!" He exclaimed, pointing. Again, they turned and again, the deep blue of the ocean reappeared. "Preston, this can't be the first time you're seeing the ocean." They turned back to him and he had to squint from the brightness of the most hideous colour green he's ever seen.  He shook his head, breathed a sigh, and decided that he'd help cut up that monstrosity after all. At least that thing was meant to be green.

X6-88 - "Sir/ma'am, you seem to have displaced your ammunition cartridge." He states calmly, gesturing to Sole's left hand where one seems to be lodged through their palm, an end sticking out of both sides. It looks painful and he silently commends them for their handling of it. "What do you mean?" They ask, lifting up the hand in question. "I have it right here." He frowns, noticing that their fingers are clutched around air roughly the shape of the cartridge. "Are you feeling alright, X6?" He doesn't know what to say to that, or when they go to place the damn thing in their satchel and it magically floats through their fingers. Literally THROUGH their fingers. For the next couple of hours on the road, he runs a self diagnostic and feels like screaming when it comes up normal.

[czuritaa]

Day at the zoo

So, I've wrote this out of a cute idea and I wrote this to an amazing friend/son and since he loved it that much, I wanted to share it with everyone! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Aragon spends a day at the zoo with her daughters.

Au idea: Aragon had adopted three adorable kids when they were babies. Now, Anna is 13, Cathy 8 and Jane 4.

Jane jumped up and down in her bed, really excited. Cathy, who was her roommate while Anna had a room for herself, was smiling softly at the sight of her baby sister really excited about what's happening tomorrow. She put down the book she was reading and approached her sister's bed.

"Janey, calm down. You're gonna break the bed and it's your new big girl bed." Jane just got a bed, finally getting the protectors out of it.

Jane, still jumping while holding her seal plushie, grinned down at her older sister. "Can't. Too. Excited. For. Zoo!" She said between jump and jump.

Aragon, at the frame door of their room, smiled softly at it. Anna was with her as she was helping her with her brackets. "Okay, everybody gotta sleep now."

Jane pouted, sitting down. "Why sleep?"

"Because if you sleep than tomorrow will come earlier and we'll can get to the zoo sooner."

At those words, Jane ran to the head of her bed, covering herself up in the blankets. "Night night, sissies. Night night, mommy." And closed her eyes, holding Mr. Seal up to her.

Aragon let out a gentle giggle, kissing her youngest daughter forehead before tucking her better under the blankets. Then, she turned to Cathy, doing the same. "Good night my little fairy."

"Good night mama." Cathy closed her eyes, falling asleep quickly as she felt safe.

Aragon walked towards the door, turning the lights off but the fairy lights were on, a gift from auntie Anne. Anna was still at the door, smiling gently at her baby sisters. She loved being the oldest if she had to be honest.

Aragon smiled softly at her and guided her to her room. "Time for you to go to bed." Tucking her oldest daughter in bed, Aragon felt full. She had three wonderful daughters and they gave her the purest and kindest love she could ask. She kissed Anna's forehead in a gentle manner. "Good night, mi vida."

"Good night, mom." Anna fall asleep after a few minutes.

Aragon had to admit that she was lucky on the little family she had. Her daughters were the best thing that ever happened to her and she loved them with her whole heart.

The three sisters felt really lucky of it too. They had each other and that was the best thing of all.

What a surprise for Catherine that Jane was the first one up the next morning. Her little four year old ran inside the kitchen and hugged onto her leg while she was cooking breakfast. "Morning mommy! When we go?" She asked with a bright smile.

Aragon looked down, nearly cooing at how cute she was. Gosh, her daughters will be heartbreakers one day without noticing because they'll have all the boys and girls after them because, being honest, they were beautiful.

"Morning, sugar. We'll go once we eat breakfast and get dressed, sounds good?"

"Yes!" Jane was super excited. She loved animals with her whole and tiny heart and, expending one entire day surrounded by animals and with her mom and sisters, was the perfect plan. She sat down at her seat quickly, nearly falling down because she was a bit clumsy. Aragon's heart skipped a beat when she saw her nearly falling.

Next up, Anna walked down holding Cathy's hand. Cathy seemed as she was worried but, once she saw Jane in her seat, she ran to her and hugged her. "Morning mama, morning Jane." Cathy talked softly.

Anna hugged her mom, repeating her sister's words and getting some answers. Then, she looked up at her mom's questioning frown. "Cathy came to me because she was afraid when she didn't see Jane in her bed. She was really worried."

"But she's here and safe." Cathy mumbled, still in an embrace with Jane.

Aragon smiled softly at her daughters. What has she done to get such wonderful little humans to be under her care? "Okay, girls. The plan for today is getting breakfast and then get ready for a day at the zoo."

The three sisters cheered, completely excited about it. It wasn't that common that they had the time to spend a whole day the four together and, when they do, it's a big treasure.

Aragon had to make sure Jane didn't choke with her food as the girl was eating faster to get to the zoo sooner. Cathy and Anna tried not to laugh as, when they let out a soft chuckle at Jane, they got the mommy look and that was a sign of not laughing because it would make Jane feel sad.

Jane insisted on going combined today as it was a special day and the others just could no other than to agree to the youngest one. Jane kept asking different questions about animals, most of them being answered by Cathy and when she didn't know something, Anna answered and when the three of them got curious for it, Aragon answered. It was a really cute pic that Aragon was fully getting into her memory.

Putting away the dishes, and nearly starting to wash them, she felt a tug in her shirt. Looking down, there was Jane.

"Mommy, help?" Jane asked, holding up the jean dress and the white shirt. Aragon smiled softly.

"Of course, my love." She quickly got her fully dressed, shoes, dress and shirt done. While brushing her soft hair, Cathy walked downstairs wearing the same jean dress but with a baby blue shirt with the same style as Jane's. "Mama, can you help me with my hair too?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Jane's ponytail done, she started with Cathy's while Jane sat down in a chair and played with her stuffed seal.

Anna walked down wearing an overall, she hated wearing dresses, and the same red style shirt as her sisters. "I've done the ponytail by myself! Does it look good?"

Aragon looked up and smiled proudly at Anna, finishing Cathy's ponytail. "It looks awesome for a first time."

Cathy held up a white lace. "Jane forgot it upstairs." Aragon quickly put it on Jane after the younger one asked for it.

Once Ari got dressed in an overall too, to match with Anna, and a yellow shirt and put her hair up in a ponytail as Jane asked her when she walked out with her hair down, she grabbed some snacks and water bottles for her girls. They walked out, Anna walking in the middle of her sisters and grabbing their hands and Ari right behind them, checking they were alright. Jane couldn't leave Mr. Seal at home, so she was holding it against her tightly. Cathy was mumbling out to Anna, who was the one listening to her, some facts about lions and tigers she looked up on some books. Anna asked her some doubts of things she quite didn't get as she talked too fast sometimes.

At the sight of the zoo, the three girls let out a gasp of excitement, Jane even squeaking of happiness. "Zoo! Zoo! Mommy zoo!" Jane looked behind her towards Aragon, excitement written all over her face.

"Yes, sweetheart. We're already at the zoo." Aragon smiled softly, making their way quickly to the entrance and getting in. Jane was bouncing of excitement.

Anna looked at her. "Jane, please, stop. You're hurting my hand." During her whole excitement thing, Jane didn't realize that she was squishing too hard her sister's hand. Quickly she set free her hand, apologizing several times. Aragon stopped her. "Janey, it's okay. Anna is fine, don't worry." Jane was still sad, she didn't want to hurt her sister.

Anna knelt down in front of Jane, smiling softly. "You didn't hurt me, it was a bit uncomfy, but I'm fine. See?" She held her hand up and, when Jane looked up at her, she quickly started tickling her making Jane laugh at the top of her lungs. Cathy joined a bit after, both torturing in a joyful way at their baby sister. Once they freed her, Jane hugged both of them, her seal slipping off her hand. Aragon grabbed it before joining the hug. "You forgive me?" Jane asked, looking straight onto Anna.

"I forgive you." Anna hugged her one more time before they started walking. Jane looked around scared before Aragon put her seal in front of her. "Here you go."

"Mr. Seal!" She squeaked, her voice breaking a bit at the high notes. Aragon nodded to her oldest daughters and the four of them walked to the seals habitat that, luckily, the zoo had.

Once in the habitat, Jane was even more excited than before. She quickly made her way to the front, holding her stuffed seal up to her face and pointing at the actual seals. "Look, Mr. Seal. They're like you! But you're fluffier and my best friend. Don't worry, I won't change you."

Aragon walked Anna and Cathy to where she saw Jane walked to. "Jane, dear, don't run like that again, okay?" Jane nodded, apologizing, before looking at the seals again in awe. Cathy stood next to her, telling her some curiosities about the seals and Jane loved listening to her sister talking about it.

Aragon smiled softly at the sight, quickly taking a pic. Anna called for her attention. "Can we watch the lions or the tigers next? I know Cathy will love seeing them." Aragon smiled at her daughter, she was such an amazing big sister.

"Sure, honey. Now, why don't you join your sisters?" Anna nodded, joining them and Aragon took a pic of it. This pictures were going directly to her album.

Aragon called them. Jane waved enthusiastically at the seals. "Bye bye!" She blew a kiss at them and quickly grabbed her mama's hand. "Where we're going now?" Jane asked tilting her head.

"I proposed to see the tigers." Anne said and, automatically, Cathy squeaked. "Tigers!" Cathy was now the most excited one. She hugged Anna tightly, saying in repeat Thank you! and I love you! Aragon had to take a quick pic of the moment.

Jane called for her attention, looking up at her mama with a bit of fear. When her mom looked down at her, she lift up her arms to ask to be held. Aragon accepted. Jane wasn't a kid that wanted to be held if it wasn't because she felt scared or nervous. Jane hugged quickly onto her mama, the fear making her tremble. "Tigers bad?"

"Aw, sweetheart. Tigers are not bad. They won't do anything, I pinky promise." Jane hid her face even more, hugging her dear friend to her chest.

"Mr. Seal scared too." Aragon smiled softly and kissed Jane's head and the seal's head. "Then, we have to be brave for him. Okay?" Jane nodded.

They walked a bit more, finally seeing the tigers. Cathy dragged Anna to the fence, telling her even more curiosities about them. Jane got scared at the sight, hiding her face on her mama's shoulder. "Are you scared sweetheart?"

Jane shook her head. "Mr. Seal scared. I'm protecting." Aragon smiled at that, rubbing gently her back. She was going to let her stay like that until she found it was the right moment to move on. "Where do you wanna go next?"

"Monkeys! Anna loves monkeys!" Jane turned a bit to look at her, smiling brightly.

"Then, we'll go to the monkeys." Jane relaxed a bit in the embrace. Mama was warm and she always made her feel loved, safe and calm.

After a while, Aragon called over Cathy and Anna. In the moment she told them they were going to see the monkeys, Anna jumped in joy and thanked Jane a lot. Jane felt great and proud of herself for making her sissy happy.

Jane didn't want to walk all the way to the monkeys habitat. It was a bit far away from the tigers so, with their agreement, they stopped to see other animals on the way. They saw zebras, giraffes, pandas, bears, lions (which Jane got scared again), leopards, lemurs, penguins. They had a good time.

The time passed quickly as they enjoyed being together. While they stopped to eat something, Anna grabbed the camera taking some pics of her sisters and her mama and then setting it to take a pic of the four of them. Finally, after patiently waiting for it, they saw the monkeys. Anna was incredibly excited. She approached to the field, her baby sisters behind her and it was her turn to tell curiosities about them. Cathy looked at her in awe because of the information she was learning and Jane because her big sissies were incredibly smart. Jane aspired to be like them.

Sadly, that was the last stop and they had to walk home after saying bye to the monkeys.

Once at home, Anna and Cathy took a shower by themselves while Aragon bathed Jane in her bathroom. Putting Jane into her koala pajamas, Cathy and Anna quickly made their way in.

"Mom! One last request." Anna said, incredibly excited but nervous.

"Movie night?" Cathy asked for the both of them. Jane quickly nodded, pleading with her puppy face to make her accept.

"Please!" The three of them said at the same time.

Aragon couldn't say no. Come on, her three daughters were asking for it. Who would she be if she says no? "Okay, okay. We can watch a movie. Just one and after you brushed your hair and teeth." The three accepted quickly and Anna started brushing Jane's hair while Aragon brushed Cathy's. Anna then brushed her own.

Aragon set everything for the night while the three were brushing their teeth, Anna and Cathy helping Jane, and let herself enjoy the time with her daughters before going back to work the next morning.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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