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snowdice · 5 years ago

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Finding the Time to Study Fic 2 [Day 10]

Here is my starting post for today’s study break stories session. See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today. I’ll be constantly looking for ideas of times and places for Janus to have missions, so feel free to send in any you can think of at any point!

If you are a new follower or just don’t want all of these posts clogging your dash, please feel free to block the tag “study break stories” as all posts and voting about it will go there. You can still see the finished product of the story even if you are blocking that tag as I will not tag the edited chapters with “study break stories” but with the tag “folds in paper.” See edited chapters below. Chapters 2, 3, 4, and what I have of Chapter 5 are under the cut.

My Masterpost Part 1

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted). It’s short, and not really for serious listening, but I had fun with it.

It’s going to be stop and go for most of the night because a lot of things will interrupt me, but I hope to do a good amount of this today.

Chapter 2

The morning was just as torturous as Janus had expected it would be. He chewed through another pop-tart, this time bothering to actually check and see that it was a cinnamon-sugar one and drank three cups of caffeinated orange juice. Then, he waved his hand through the air and selected the 1st saved location on his device. He popped up directly behind his desk where he’d been standing the night morning before.

Someone, probably Remus, had shut his integrator down. He swiped a finger across the power button, and it flickered back on, scrolling through its morning start up routine.

The machine scanned through all of the data in the three main system it was connected to and sorted all information into things that concerned him, could concern him, and did not before then sorting the first two categories into order of importance. As it did, he set up his screen reader so he would hopefully not start the day with more of a migraine than he already had. It took about 3 seconds for everything to turn on and settle.

Sitting down in his desk, he dismissed the notification that Remus had finished and submitted the report from their mission the day before.

A mission had been scheduled for him today, and the details were in his inbox. A piece time travel technology had been accidently dropped by an archology student in the 1890s during a trip. It was an earlier model of emergency time travel given to time travels that would dump them back into the Registration Office in the year they originated. It wasn’t extremely dangerous, but could pose some problems, especially if someone who didn’t know what it was activated it.

Surveillance agents had tracked it down and found that it had been picked up by a local and sold. Though no one from that time had known what it was, they had identified that it was made out of a precious metal and it had been crafted into an expensive necklace. Janus and Remus were supposed to retrieve it today. It had been pinpointed that the most opportune time for the extraction was 1923 during a masquerade ball held by those who had bought the necklace.

It was a fairly low stakes mission. He wasn’t set to leave for another couple of hours, so he clicked through the rest of the important notifications and then set off to meet his missions coordinator, Rhi, in her office.

Rhi and Janus got along fairly well. She was a well put together woman who took her job incredibly seriously. It was fair as her job was to organize all information and materials from every other department and make sure the agents she was assigned to got and understood all of it. A mistake from her could lead to an agent’s death or something far worse.

This, of course, made her relationship with Remus… interesting to say the least. Janus could never place whether they were nemesis, frenemies, or mortal enemies, and he doubted he would ever know.

“Okay, but it’s the 1920s America,” Remus was already in her office arguing when Janus arrived. “There were so many gangsters! I could be a gangster. I would make a fantastic gangster! Just give me a gun, a snazzy suit with a white hat, and a buttload of alcohol. I will be running Chicago with Al Capone in five minutes.”

“Al Capone didn’t become a crime boss until 1925 and you are going to 1923,” Rhi said, sounding bored, “you aren’t going to Chicago, and as I have already stated, your cover is already decided.”

“But-”

“It is nonnegotiable, Agent Clockson,” she said firmly. Remus pouted, but seemingly accepted his fate.

“May I come in?” Janus asked.

“Please do,” Rhi said. “You have been to the 1920s before, correct?” she asked Janus.

“Yes ma’am.”

She tapped the screen on her desk in response. “In the last two years?”

“About two months ago,” he responded. She tapped something else.

“Any blacks, reds, or yellows?” she asked.

“All green.”

“Great. Do you need a refresher course on basic cultural or linguistic procedures?”

“No.”

She pushed one more thing and then swiped the check-in document over to him. He glanced at the report stating he’d had no incidents of any level the last time he visited the 1920s and had opted out of the optional refresher course, and then pressed his finger against the screen to sign it with his fingerprint.

The document returned to her side of the desk automatically. “Okay,” she said swiping another document from her left over to be in front of her. She twisted her wrist to copy it and slide copies to Janus and Remus. “Here are exact details on the time, place, and event you are going to, as well as details about your cover.” Janus scrolled through his quickly. It wasn’t as detailed as some he’d had considering this was a brief in-and-out missing, but he still took care to memorize everything on the page.

As he and Remus read through their things, Rhi got to her feet and turned to the storage compartments behind her desk.

She grabbed out two packages and when they’d both signed that they’d read and understood the paperwork, she slid them across the desk to them. “These have everything you need,” she said. “Clothes, money, and an invitation to the party you’re off to attend. You are to get changed now, have a last check in with costuming to make sure everything is in order, and then report to decontamination in 23 minutes. Your set to leave in 38 minutes. Any questions?”

“How much-?” Remus started.

“None, agent,” Rhi said.

“But-”

“No alcohol,” Rhi said. “It is the prohibition era in the United States anyway.”

“Like there’s not going to be alcohol at the rich people party,” Remus said sullenly.

She pressed her lips together. “It is an in-and-out mission,” she said to both of them, and then turned to glare at Remus. “Do not get arrested.”

“I don’t know,” Remus said joyfully. “I think I still have room for a 1920s mug shot on my wall.”

“Behave,” she said, “or I’ll report you for the cat you smuggled in from the 1800s.”

“You’d never,” Remus said. “You enjoy the cute pictures of Diesel Fuel I send you every day too much, and you know it!”

“Just… don’t get arrested.” She turned to Janus. “Don’t let him get arrested.”

“I’ll do my best,” Janus promised, standing. “Now come on, Remus, we need to get changed.”

“You just want to see me naked,” Remus replied with a wink, but he did stand.

“If I see you naked one more time in my life Remus, my eyeballs will fall out of their sockets,” Janus said, waving to Rhi as he pulled Remus out of the door.

“Kinky.”

Janus’s eyeballs almost did fall out right then and there with how hard he rolled them.

They got changed quickly, Remus complaining and saying if he couldn’t dress like a gangster, he should at least be allowed to wear a flapper dress. Janus had long ago learned to ignore his ramblings. He did seem enthused about the included mask for the masquerade. It was a silver fox shaped mask with green accents that reminded Janus of the Egyptian God Anubis.

Janus’s own mask on the other hand, was only designed to take up the left half of his face. It was mostly golden with a black swirled design. Attached to the side there was a plume of golden tipped white feathers. He had to give it to the costuming department, they did have good taste.

Once they were both dressed, they were poked and prodded by one of the costumers to make sure everything was accurate, fit right, and had been put on correctly.

After that, they went to the decontamination area to have themselves and everything they were taking with them sterilized so they didn’t accidently take any pathogens to the 1920s. They also received an oral vaccination to be sure they didn’t pick up anything from the 1920s and bring it back.

Then they were ready to go. The correct time-space coordinates had already been sent to their timepieces. With a push of a button, they were off.

Inciting Incident

Chapter 3

Janus and Remus both appeared at the same moment a couple of feet apart in what looked like the inside of a garden shed. There was already a man waiting for them a few feet away. “Sup babes,” Remy said, just like he always did. The T-Agent looked their costumes up and down and whistled. “Now that,” he said, “almost makes me want to be one of you time jockeys.”

“They wouldn’t let me have a gun or a canister of moonshine,” Remus pouted.

Remy snorted. “Sorry, babes, but that makes my job a lot easier. If I’ve gotta fish you outta the 1920s criminal justice system, I’d rather it not be because you shot someone on accident ‘cause you don’t know how to use the safety.”

Remus groaned dramatically. “Everyone is lame.”

Remy just shook his head. “Meet back here when you’ve got the necklace,” he said. “Don’t make a move until after 11:05pm and before 11:17. That’s your window.”

“We know,” Janus said. “See you then.”

“Have fun at the party boys,” Remy said and then lowered his shades to look at Remus, “but not too much fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Remus, already towing Janus out of the garden shed. The way had been specifically cleared for them, so they met no other people before they’d rounded the house the party was taking place and had gotten onto the driveway in front of the house.

Without missing a beat, they strolled up to the front of the house, just as a car pulled into the end of the driveway. Janus rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, a man who was clearly the butler answered the door. They handed over their invitation, and the man immediately let them in.

The party had already started when they slipped into the medium sized ballroom that had been decked out in streamers and other decorations. Janus’s nose immediately wanted to scrunch as the smell of sweat from all the dancing already going on as well as the too strong perfume meant to cover that stench wafted over him. It was by far not the worst smelling time period, but he was pretty sure some people still weren’t aware deodorant had been recently invented.

He checked his time piece which had been disguised as a fancy wristwatch for this trip. “Okay,” he said. “We have about two hours before we need to make our move. We should…”

Remus’s attention was already being dragged away by a young man who seemed to be providing guests with food. “I’m going to go ‘mingle’,” he said, winking.

“No!” Janus hissed. “Re- Richard! No!”

Yet, he was already disappearing into the horde of stinky bodies, likely to go scandalize a bunch of rich folks, and leaving Janus alone. Janus mumbled a curse under his breath that he was sure no one around him would understand even if they could make it out.

Unsure what to do with himself, he wandered over towards where the live musicians were playing jazz music, being sure to keep out of the way of the dancers. He was edging around the makeshift dancefloor, when one of said dancers must have misstepped and knocked into another one. The second man stumbled right towards Janus, arms pinwheeling. Janus reached out on instinct to catch the man as he fell.

There was a moment where the two of them just stared at each other, surprise evident on the other man’s face. He was wearing a mask that just covered the area around his eyes and the top of his nose, revealing a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that Janus imagined extended to his nose.

The mask was a light blue velvet with a flower stuck on the side near his right ear, and a trail of curled golden ribbon bobbed down around his chin. The party continued on around them, a blur of movement and sound.

“Are you alright?” Janus asked.

The man blinked up at him and then tilted his head slightly to the side as though confused, before a smile slowly grew on his face. “Oh, I’m fine Dove.”

“Dove?” Janus asked.

He giggled. “You have dove feathers on your mask,” he explained, reaching up a hand to touch one. His finger brushed the tip of Janus’s ear, “and I don’t know what else I am supposed to call you.”

“My name is Lee,” he automatically lied.

“Is it?” he asked, sounding amused. “Doesn’t seem to fit you well. I like Dove better.”

“Oh?” asked Janus. “And what’s your name so I can not call you that?”

The man chuckled. “Call me Pat.”

“Hello Pat,” Janus said.

“I thought you didn’t want to call me by my name.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Hmmm,” Pat said, finger tracing idly across Janus’s forearm which was when Janus realized with a start that he was still holding the man in his arms. He quickly went to release him, which Pat allowed with clear amusement.

Yet, instead of completely stepping away, Pat grabbed Janus’s arm. “What are you doing all the way over here by the way?” he asked. “Don’t you want to dance.”

“Oh,” Janus hesitated. “I don’t really dance.” Or at least not in the way the people around him were. He’d had basic training for this style, but it had been a while and he was a bit rusty.

“Everyone dances Dove,” Pat claimed. “At least if they know the steps and have the right partner.”

“But I don’t know the steps,” Janus said with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed. “Well, I know the dance pretty well by this point,” Pat said. “Why don’t I teach you how it goes.”

He was agreeing with the soft beseeching tone before he even realized it. Pat pulled him into the middle of the throng of people. He seemed to think, bopping his head to the music playing for a moment, before looking back at Janus. “Heard of James Johnson?”

Janus inclined his head.

“Well, have you heard his new song? Because there’s a dance that goes with it.”

He took a few steps away from Janus and started to dance. Despite his claim to know the steps, he wasn’t particularly good, but he made up for any loss of rhythm with pure enthusiasm.

Janus found himself smiling at the man, and after a few moments, joined in with the dance. Despite his lack of practice, he ended up having a better natural rhythm than Pat. Pat didn’t seem to mind that he was being outperformed, however. On the contrary, he giggled at himself the couple of times he stumbled.

When he fell into Janus’s arms for the second time that night, Janus decided he’d probably had enough dancing for the moment and pulled him off to the side to get something to drink and cool down a bit.

He watched the man take a snack and some punch from one of servers and thank him happily before turning back to Janus. Pat was easily able to keep Janus’s attention as they chatted. He was bubbly and soft, and Janus found himself enchanted as they talked.

He was explaining the steps of a different dance, a couples one. “Knowing how to perform the tango will entrance any girl you want,” Pat said, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. “Assuming you’re that type of fella.”

“As opposed to what?” Janus asked.

Pat leaned in a bit closer. Not too much, but enough that he was definitely in Janus’s space. “A different type of fella,” he said simply, before smiling and leaning back.

Janus let out a shaky exhale and took a sip of punch. He glanced over at Pat. “Tell me about yourself, Pat,” he said.

Pat hummed in contemplation. “Well, I went to France recently.”

“You did?”

“Oui, c'était amusant, mais j'ai eu des ennuis”

“What kind of trouble?” Janus asked curiously.

“Oh, the kind with a pretty boy and crepes that were way too sweet. Anyway,” he continued. “Other than that, I mostly help out my friend. He’s an inventor.”

“And how do you help him.”

He shrugged, “Running errands mostly, and making sure he gets enough sleep, because otherwise he gets distracted and forgets. And you?”

“I’m a banker,” he said, remembering his cover, but felt compelled to add, “but I like to travel as well.”

“You do look the type?”

“And how is that?”

Pat shrugged. “I can always tell a wandering spirt from the masses, and you are easy to spot.” Pat looked at him then with a secret smile on his face, and Janus felt suddenly known, like the man in front of him had known him for years even though they’d only just met. Looking at him then, he wanted suddenly for that to be fact and not a flight of fancy.

He was brought firmly back to reality in the next moment. “Lee,” a pointed and familiar voice said. Janus’s head snapped up to see Remus, staring at him. He tapped his wrist. Janus glanced at his own wrist: 10:58pm. He just barely managed not to curse.

“I,” he said looking up at Pat. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” Pat said easily. “It is getting rather late.”

“Yes,” Janus agreed. “Well… goodbye.”

Pat, titled his head, a half smile on his face. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

Janus nodded, and turned away from him towards Remus. He didn’t look back as they excited the ballroom. They snuck into a small side closet for coats that wasn’t being used as it was summer.

“So,” Remus said when the door closed behind them.

“Don’t,” warned Janus.

“I’m not one to judge,” Remus said.

“Shut up.” He glanced at his watch. It was 11:02. “We’ll go in 5.”

“I have to give it to you. He was very cute.”

“We’re not talking about it.”

Remus just laughed joyfully, and Janus did his best to halt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

At 11:07, well into their window, they slipped back out of the closet, and towards the stairs as the party raged on.

Despite how Remus usually never shut up, he was able to be quiet when it counted. They snuck to the master bedroom of the home’s owners in silence. The door was already wide open by the time they got there, and Janus didn’t think anything of it. At least, he didn’t until they entered the bedroom, and there was someone already there.

He turned from the dresser he’d been standing in front of to face them, sending Janus the same smile he had down in the ballroom. Janus and Remus both froze. “Sorry, sweetie,” Pat said. “Were you here for this too?” he held up the necklace they’d been sent for. He closed his fist around the charm made out of time travel tech.

“What?” Janus said.

Pat giggled and winked. “Unfortunately, I need it a bit more than you at the moment. So, I’m gonna have to go.” Janus stepped forward, not really sure what he was intending to do, but Pat just smiled. “See you some other time, my Turtle Dove.” With a snap of his fingers and loud crack, he disappeared. The mask he’d been wearing fluttered to the ground.

Arc I: Finding Cinderella

Chapter 4

Janus was frozen in surprise for a few long moments after Pat disappeared. Which had been, admittedly, his mistake, because, while their window had technically been until 11:17pm and it was only 11:10, the loud crack that whatever Pat had been using for time travel made, garnered the attention of someone else.

“Uh oh,” Remus said, likely hearing footsteps. “Hide.”

That snapped Janus into action, but instead of hiding immediately like a sensible human being, he chose to go for the only link to the man who’d just stolen time travel tech and waltzed away, the mask.

Which was why he ended up getting arrested.

Remy tsked the moment they were all alone in the police car having come to ‘transfer Lee to another facility.’ Remus was already waiting in the front seat, and flashed Janus a smug smile. If Janus wasn’t still handcuffed, he’d slap him.

“Well,” Remy said. “At least you didn’t shoot anybody like I asked. I was joking by the way. I didn’t really want to pick you up from a 1920s police station period.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Mmm, nah, ‘cause Remus managed to not get arrested this time, so you defiantly screwed something up.”

“Oh, he defiantly wanted to screw something all right,” Remus said joyfully.

“Remus,” Janus hissed.

“What?” he asked. “I’m not the horny one for once. Well, no, that’s a lie, but it didn’t affect the job this time.”

Janus groaned and leaned his head back against the seat.

Remy pulled into a seemingly random garage around 20 minutes later. “Alright,” he said. “Here we are.” He got out of the car and then helped Janus out before uncuffing him. “Here’s your ‘watch,’” Remy handed him the timepiece that had been confiscated when he’d been arrested.

Janus put it on and activated it. “Shit,” he said.

“What?” Remus asked.

“An appointment with cultural outreach has already been downloaded to my calendar for once we get out of decon.”

“Oof. Going to baby jail,” Remy laughed. Remus was cackling.

“This,” Janus said, “was not a cultural faux pas. I did nothing that indicated that I was not from this time. I am not some rookie.”

“Don’t forget cell phones don’t exist in the 1920s,” Remus sang.

“The real question is whether or not my foot exists in your…” Remus disappeared before he could finish, a smirk on his face. Janus growled. “By Remy,” he gritted out. He selected the decontamination chamber from his queue, ignoring the appointment that came after it for now.

He knew exactly where Remus would be standing when he landed, which was why he stepped forward on reentry to ram into him.

He yelped in surprise. “Sorry,” Janus said pleasantly. “I must have also forgotten landing procedures.

Remus laughed good naturally. “Aw, come on Jay,” he said, bumping Janus back, albeit much gentler than Janus had been. “It’s not a big deal. You just go talk with some crusty old college professor who is far too interested in spoons and then everything’s fine.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” he growled. “They’re treating me like I’m an idiot who accidently invented disco in the 1920s when I was conned by some free agent time traveler.”

“‘Conned,’ Remus said. Is that what they’re calling it now?”

“I know where and when you live Remus,” Janus said.

Remus gave him a dopey smile as the decontamination cycle finished and the door unlocked. Janus’s wrist buzzed telling him that the coordinates to the cultural outreach office were now unlocked. Instead of pulling them up, Janus walked to the door.

“Um,” Remus said, following him. “Aren’t you supposed to be going to your appointment?” Janus just kept walking towards their office. “Uh… Jan?”

“It’s absolutely ridiculous that I have to go to cultural outreach,” Janus said. “In fact, no one can make me. If they want me to go have a discussion about the definition of ‘bushwa,’ they’re going to have to have me dragged there.”

“Mmm, I feel like The Boss won’t be too happy about that, and I have a feeling she’d be 100% down to dragging you there herself.”

“Well, then, let her,” Janus said, stalking through the door to his office. “I’m not going to…”

“Ah, Agent Picani,” the woman standing next to his desk, clearly waiting for him, said when he came through the door. “Dr. Picani was informed that there were complications with your last mission and wishes to have a conversation with you and asks that you meet him in his office at the AMO.”

“Oh, um,” Janus said, stumbling a bit before plastering on a regretful half smile. “Unfortunately, I actually have an appointment right now at Cultural Outreach. It’s mandatory and very important, and I have to go now. So, I’ll have to take a raincheck on that.”

“But-” she started, frowning.

“Remus, work on the report!” Janus said quickly as he waved his hand to bring up his timepiece display and jammed his finger at the glowing appointment card in his queue. A few moments later, Janus was at Cultural Outreach.

Cultural Outreach was not part of the TPI, though it often worked very closely with them. It was a collaboration between the government and multiple universities to help government workers, politicians, and other citizens understand and bridge cultural gaps. It had existed before time travel was invented but had expanded to also teach people who needed to time travel how to behave in unfamiliar times and cultures.

After it had to be expanded to provide for the TPI, it had been moved to Silver Mountains University. The building had once just been a museum, but it had been thoroughly renovated and there had been add-ons for office space and some classrooms. It was still a museum, however, its purpose had expanded greatly and there were many areas that were off limits to the general public.

One of these areas was the fourth floor, where Janus’s timepiece had dumped him. This was the floor that was almost exclusively for TPI agents and staff of Cultural Outreach who worked with them.

He immediately turned away from the reception area, hoping that he could escape and go sit on the university’s quad or something of the like for the next hour or so in hopes the woman his brother sent to fetch him would give up and go back to the AMO. Yet, the receptionist apparently saw him.

“Janus Picani?” he asked.

Janus grimaced and turned back towards him. “Yes,” he said.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. “You’re 5 minutes late for your appointment and seem disoriented.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Is your timepiece malfunctioning?”

“No.”

“Uh… okay. Well, if you sign in here, I can take you to your appointment.”

“…Fine.”

He begrudgingly stepped forward and touched the screen he’d gestured to sign with his fingerprint, and then let the man lead him down the hall.

The door they stopped at was propped open slightly, but he still paused and knocked. “Professor Eran? Your 2:30 is here.”

Janus had just a moment upon hearing the name to think that maybe there was actually some sort of intelligent design of the universe and whatever being of ultimate power had crafted it was a dick.

The door opened and Virgil Eran’s eyes immediately narrowed on him. “Janus.”

“Virgil.”

“I see you’re still late for everything.”

“I see you’re still a bastard.”

Janus saw the receptionist slowly back away in the direction they’d come.

“Why don’t you come in?” Virgil said faux pleasantly.

Janus did, because he really didn’t have much of a choice at this point unless he wanted to jump out of a window… or push someone out of a window.

Virgil turned back into his office and took a seat behind his desk. Janus unhappily followed him in and sat across from him.

He took his time pulling up whatever the TPI sent him and reading it over. “So, I see you failed your recovery mission and were arrested in 1923.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Janus said. “I shouldn’t be here.”

Virgil gave him that same suspicious look he used to give Janus whenever Janus claimed to have not eaten his hot pockets out of the freezer in the middle of the night. He’d only been lying 80% of the time. Virgil had a tendency to forget what he’d eaten in a half-conscious state at 3 o’clock in the morning.

“I shouldn’t,” Janus snapped defensively. “Nothing went wrong with anyone from the time period. An illegal time traveler screwed up the mission details.”

“Well, it is still protocol to make sure nothing slipped when agents go off script. You weren’t prepared to be in a jail cell, and it is possible that you screwed something up.”

“I didn’t screw anything up,” Janus growled.

“Alright,” Virgil said pulling up a document on his desk. “The mission started on July 27th, 1923 at 9:58pm, correct?”

“Oh, god, we’re not really going to fill out a time sheet. I don’t have time for that today.”

“It is protocol and best that the information is documented when it is still fresh in your mind. Besides, your schedule has been cleared for the rest of the workday.” The bastard was enjoying this. He knew how much Janus hated this stuff.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Janus said, “it was the damned illicit time traveler.”

“And I will be the judge of that,” Virgil said. Janus should have just bit the bullet and had coffee with his brother. “If you truly did nothing wrong, your supervisor will see that when I send this to her.”

Yet, despite the fact that Virgil clearly relished in his suffering, he was charitable enough to do most of the actual filling out of the forms. He’d read out the questions and write down what Janus said instead of making him do it himself. Janus really only had to do a quick quality check and sign it at the end.

He still was an asshole about the details, but really he’d been like that about stupid thing like the settings for the dish washer and how the pantry was organized during their college days before they’d had their falling out, so Janus wasn’t particularly surprised. When they were finally done, Virgil sent it off to get filed by the TPI.

Then, they were left staring at each other with nothing between them but almost a decade of radio silence and a whole lot of awkwardness.

“I should go,” Janus finally said, standing up.

Virgil tilted his head slightly to the side and gave him a half smile. “Don’t lock the door behind you,” he said. “Not that I’d expect you too.”

Janus took it for the clear attempt at a joke it was intended to be and puffed out a breath of amusement with a head shake. “No risk of that,” he said. Then, he turned and walked out of the office.

Chapter 5

Janus stepped back into the reception area and booted up his time piece. Instinct said to go back to the office despite the fact that it was late enough that most people had gone home, but he hesitated. Surely Emile had given up by now, but considering he’d sent someone to ambush him in his office, Janus wasn’t sure if he should trust that. He could just go home, but he already knew his mind was racing too much to sleep tonight so he’d probably just end up staring at the lake for the next 6 hours. So, he decided on the only other legitimate option he had. He pulled up Remus’s home coordinates and selected.

The home that Remus had chosen (after his long line of rejected requests) managed to somehow make no and absolute sense simultaneously to anyone who knew him. It was a small farm in the United States just west of the Mississippi in 1842 in what would be ratified as the state of Iowa in a few years. When asked why he would choose that time and place, Remus always responded with “I thought it was funny,” whatever that meant.

Unlike most time agents who simply used the identities assigned to them by the AMO as a cover, Remus actually lived his part time.

Janus was… fairly certain he was cheating a bit to get everything done, but he maintained his small farm all on his own, growing most of his own food. The neighbors he had lived very far away, but he still spoke with them far more than Janus did his own.

Janus appeared inside the small home, his eyes already shut. “Are you hear and dressed?” Janus called. Something bumped lightly into his legs.

“I’m in the kitchen!”

Janus peaked his eyes open and squatted to pet the cat at his feet. “That doesn’t answer my question!” he called back to Remus.

“It’s a surprise!” Remus said.

“Remus.” Diesel Fuel the cat flopped to her side on the ground as Janus continued to pet her ears. He heard Remus’s footsteps, and saw cloth covering his legs, so risked looking up. He was currently not only dressed, but wearing an apron that Janus was fairly sure was not time appropriate judging by the fabric and cat pawprint design. He had a bit of flour on his hands, and it may have been a bit too white for the time and place, but Janus couldn’t be completely sure.

“What’re you doing here?” Remus asked.

“My day has been an endless series of frustrations,” Janus said. “So, I have come to see the only tolerable being in the history of the universe.”

Remus snorted. “Since I know that isn’t me, I’ll assume you’re talking about the cat.”

“I still don’t understand why you tolerate this creature,” Janus addressed Diesel Fuel. She blinked slowly up at him. “To be fair, he was assigned as my partner. I didn’t have much of a choice in it. You could go always run away and become feral in the woods if you’d like.”

“So could you, technically,” Remus pointed out.

“I’m thinking about it after today.”

“Would you like some bread?” Remus asked. “That’s all I’ve been making this afternoon. Some fresh should be coming out of the oven in a few minutes.”

“Do you have anything stronger made out of wheat?”

“Ew, no, but I do have vodka.”

“Vodka works.”

“Want me to mix it with something?”

“No.”

“One of those night then,” Remus said, easily. “Let me finish up the bread, so I don’t burn the kitchen down. You can go get the alcohol from the cellar while you wait if you want, or you can just flop down on the couch.”

He was going to just flop down on the couch.

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And They Were Roommates - Part Three

modern!AU - Part Three

Part One⋆⋆ Part Two

todoroki shouto x female roommate!reader

warnings: angsty, fluffy, sweet smut, mentions of alcohol

word count: 7,075

A/N: so this is the end of this series that i did for reaching 100 followers, and now i’m at 200+ and my heart is just so happy that you guys are here with me!!! thank you so much for every like and reblog, you have no idea how much i cry whenever something reaches 20 notes LOL. so anyways, please enjoy its a lot... sorry... i got carried away, but the two third of the story is entire plot related then yall animals will find what you’re looking for at the end!!!! love you all :D

You were not all right.

After falling asleep crying in your room, you had woken up the next morning feeling completely overcome with sentiments you had only considered to be nothing but drunken lust hammering away at your heart. But you were wrong they were true feelings. You couldn’t stay at home, not when you could still hear the moans and screams of Hotaru-san echoing in your mind. Not when he ignored you for a week and was ready to jump back in after sleeping with another.

You could not take it, you wanted to kick Todoroki out of your apartment, but all you had been were drunken fuck-buddies. That wouldn’t be right of you, so instead, you seized the only duffel bag you owned from when you were extremely active at the gym and filled it up with clothes. Making sure to grab enough clothes so that you wouldn’t have to borrow any for at least a week, you pulled on a hoodie, uncaring that you were still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and entered the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth.

Making sure to finish up quickly, you found yourself scurrying back to your room, grabbing the duffel bag and quickly walking out. Your heart pounding as you heard the squeaky door of Todoroki’s room opening. You blundered when putting on your work shoes but still managed to open the apartment door and left making sure to lock it as you left.

Pulling out your phone you sighed, you guessed it was time to text your best friends who were willing to take you in until you could handle seeing your apartment again. You almost cried when you got an almost immediate reply from none other than Yaoyorozu Momo saying that you could take the spare room in her house. So you took off, heading straight to the train station.

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“Sweetie, do you need some tea? How about some coffee?” Momo asked as you tossed your duffel bag on the bed.

“I’m fine, Yaomomo, and honestly I can’t thank you enough for letting me crash here.” You rubbed your eyes as a stifled yawn left your mouth, “I have work in a few hours, so I think I’ll wait for the caffeine until I can’t focus anymore.”

You stretched your hands above your head as Momo played with the edge of her business skirt, her eyes observed you, and you just knew that she was trying to figure out what exactly was wrong. You attempted to smile at her, trying to release the tension in the room, but your cheeks quavered entirely too much when you held it longer than a second.

“What time are you off of work, the other girls hope to come over, and perhaps we can have a fun night in so you can feel better!” Momo exclaimed her hands clutched tightly in front of her chest, and you swore you could see stars shining in her eyes. “It has been so long since all seven of us have been together, since you’ve been working so long, and of course, spending those nights with that mystery roommate of yours.”

That hit a nerve, and your face completely fell, and a proud yet sad smile came to Momo’s face, “So the sleeping with the roommate finally spoiled, you’ll have to tell me about that later, okay?”

You laugh slightly as peered at the official I.D. badge on Momo’s work shirt, “I promise, now can you go to work? You’re going to be late!”

Momo sighed, contemplating if she should truly leave or not, but you looked like you wanted to be alone right now. Especially if you were going to be working in a bit as well.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight!” Momo retreated leaving you in your misery to wallow.

Seeing that you had an hour and a half to get to work, you grabbed the spare towel Momo had given to you and went to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, god how were your friends all so rich? Why did they even associate with you for that matter?!

You found yourself soon relaxing under the hot jet of water, letting the steam fill the room as you watched water drops fall from your eyelashes. You ran your fingers through your scalp at a slow pace, rubbing circles and paused as you felt hot tears run down your face. Stepping under the jet of the water completely, you washed the shampoo out of your hair as you watched the sud filled water mixed with your tears go down the drain. Sniffing you tried to finish the rest of the shower as slowly as you could, relaxing slightly at the smell of the strawberry shampoo and conditioner that Momo had in this shower.

Gradually you felt better, shutting off the water and wrapping the towel around you. Grabbing another towel, you wrapped your hair up grunting as a strand fell into your face. You quickly dried up, and pulled out your makeup pouch, filling out your eyebrows carefully, satisfied you then went to applying a nude shade of eyeshadow, adding a quick wing, mascara, and of course the red lip as you finished choosing not to do foundation because your skin was perfect today. You stepped back pouting at yourself slightly trying your best to not remember the pouty red lips of Hotaru-san, the red of Todoroki’s hair as your breath hitched again.

Shaking your head, you walked out of the bathroom and grabbed your work outfit putting it on after hanging the towel, and you froze while you buttoned up the shirt as your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, assuming it was the chat with your girlfriends given they had blown it up after you had asked for help.

todoroki: you forgot your name tag, do you need me to bring it to you?

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You cursed out loud rubbing your temple, you could always just steal one of your coworker's nametag, for the time being, no one needed to know your name anyways.

you: no.

Your hands trembled as you pressed send and put the phone down, finishing dressing as you heard another buzz, but you willed yourself to not pick up the phone. Instead, you walked over to the mirror, and let the towel on your head unwrap as your h/c hair fell. You manipulated your hair to best suit it not falling into your face and deciding everything was okay, grabbed your purse and phone and walked out.

It didn't take long for you to cave and look at the text, however.

todoroki: okay, see you tonight. I bought your favorite.

You felt yourself needing to throw up as you remembered it was Sunday. But you slipped your phone back into your pocket, deciding to leave him on read and went off to work, unsure of the trials it would bring today.

When you got back to Momo’s house, it was thirty minutes later than it should have taken as you had instinctively returned to your apartment, only to halt and turn back as you exited your regular station.

“I’m home!” You called out as you slipped on the slippers that had your name embroidered into the heel, smiling as you saw seven pairs of very different shoes waiting at the entrance of the house.

You heard the scurrying of footsteps and your grin only increased as seven women embraced you in the middle of a hug, “Y/l/n, how I missed you!” Hagakure squealed as she was the one who managed to reach you first.

“Yeah girl, we have so much to catch up on!” Jirou’s voice laughed in agreement from somewhere outside of the circle.

“Let’s not smother the poor lady,” Mina exclaimed pushing her way towards the front of the circle, managing to get her arms securely fastened around you, “Right after I’m done with my hug of course!”

“Mina, I don’t think y/l/n wants a hug from just you!” Uraraka teases as Mina huffs releasing you.

“Are you okay, why were you looking for a place to sleep?” Tsu asks as she approaches you, a concerned look in her eyes as her hands grab your own.

“I-It’s a long story.” You whisper as you take a hand from Tsu’s hand to wipe away the tears that form, and suddenly you’re back in the middle of a hug being walked slowly away.

The seven of you eventually ended up in a circle in Momo’s entertainment room which was filled with pillows, blankets, alcohol, and pizza. Some random rom-com movie was playing in the background as the seven of you chattered away.

You had originally met them all during a Mixed Martial Arts for Females Only Class at the gym you attended last year. They were all friends previously, and you just seemed to click perfectly in their little group. The girls were also co-workers, all working in the same–or at the very least related–company. You were applying to the company that Uraraka and Tsu were at, but given that you had no ties to the hiring committee, you weren’t able to secure an interview until yesterday. You knew that they also had a tight group of male friends who worked there as well. Momo had told you that they worked with a bunch of guys they had known since high school.

You were also aware that four of them had married within the group, but you weren’t friends yet when all of this happened.

You were sipping your wine when your phone buzzed with a text notification, it was past eleven now.

“Is that, what’s his last name again, Todoroki?!” Momo exclaimed, her cheeks flushed even with the tiniest sip of wine.

You glanced at the notification and nodded your head, you had managed to finish the entire story to them, only saying what his last name is given it was extremely common. You had even admitted to them that you had gained feelings for Todoroki, and were positive they were real or else this emotional turmoil would not be happening the way it was happening.

“We got you, girl,” Mina exclaimed grabbing the phone as Hagakure, Momo, and Uraraka surrounded her to read the message, “Ahem, from Todoroki: are you almost home, I’m getting worried. It’s late.”

You snort softly rolling your eyes as you swallow the rest of the wine in your glass and lay on the nearby pillow as the girls whisper about whether they should respond. They eventually decided to leave him on read, won by your final vote. You just did not wish to give him the comfort of you being safe.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, this Todoroki hot-as-fuck roommate had sex with you more often than horny rabbits within months, and just dropped you for some other gorgeous bimbo?!” Hagakure cried out, her hands running through her hair in complete dismay of that thought. “Was he using you? You didn’t give him a special price for the room if he slept with you?!”

You shook your head laughing slightly, oh if only that was the case. “No, Hotaru-san was sweet, plus I am not sex crazy enough to give a rando from Craiglist a discount on my apartment just because he’s attractive.” You shake your head as you reach out for a slice of pizza.

“Hotaru….san?” Jirou blinks rapidly, her eyes wide as saucers. You huffed, annoyed that you had accidentally let the women name out having not intended to let that information out. “Guys is y/l/n talking about our Todoroki and Hotaru?!”

You sit back up, pizza slice in your mouth, your eyes narrowed at Momo and Uraraka who seemed the most freaked out at this revelation.

“No, it couldn’t be, right?” Momo whispered.

You’re confused as suddenly everyone is scrambling with their phones scrolling most likely through photos or texts.

“Hotaru-san was gushing today about finally getting Todoroki-kun to be interested in her,” Hagakure noted, her face in a grimace.

“Y/l/n…” Tsu croaks slightly, “Is your roommate name Todoroki Shouto?”

You froze, staring at the six sets of eyes in front of you, each calculating, each somehow hopeful you would say no, but hoping you would say yes.

“…y-yes?”

“OHMYGOD–”

“Do you understand how big of idiots–”

“How many other y/l/n’s do we even know–?!”

“They were saying the exact stories–”

“We are stupid, we never connected–”

“Oh stupid, stupid Todo–”

You blinked feeling overwhelmed as all six girls were talking over one another, the conversation seems to exclude you from the discussion.

“Wait, wait,” Momo tried to succeed in calming everyone down, “Is this him? Can you point him out?”

You looked at the image Momo thrust in your hand. Your eyes swept the image that contained around twenty people, realizing quickly that this was probably the famous Class 1-A as all six girls were in the middle, their smiles wide, looking notably younger.

You found yourself stopping on Todoroki, his expression emotionless as he seemed to be dodging the hands of an enthusiastic classmate beside him. He looked the same, just taller, more mature. You zoomed in on Todoroki and returned the phone, “That’s him.”

“Wow, who knew he had it in him to sleep with two hot girls at the same time…” Jirou stated breaking the silence that hit this party as everyone desperately tried to understand what was going on.

“It wasn’t a threesome…” You mutter, misunderstanding what Jirou meant due to the alcohol flowing through your veins.

“We’ll paper wrap his office for you,” Mina declared, her fist clenched and her eyes on fire, “Hoes before bros!”

“HOES BEFORE BROS!” Everyone shouted in agreement, and you smiled earnestly and tears began falling down your face in happiness over your friends' support. You choked back a sob as you nodded.

“T-Thank you!”

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One Week Later

You hummed slightly as you buttoned up a freshly washed work shirt. Yesterday you had received a call from your dream job’s company with good news, and it made you ecstatic! You weren’t starting until next week, but you had submitted your last day at your job and was ready to say goodbye to it forever.

“Ne, y/l/n,” Momo called, poking her head in through the door, and you looked at her, “I’m having a dinner date here tonight, uh, do you mind if you don’t come home? At least not until later?” Momo’s face turned red at her confession and you smirked slightly.

“That’s no problem.” You laugh as you fluff your damp hair out, puckering up in the mirror before turning to walk to the door, your purse sling on your shoulder, “I’ll get out of your hair tonight.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” Momo cried as she embraced you, and you laughed hugging her back.

“It’s the least I can do, besides, I need to go home anyway. All my business attire is there and not here.” You stated as the two of you broke away, as you began walking towards the entrance of her house to guarantee you would get to work on time.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Momo asks her eyebrows scrunched together, she was trying to keep the worry out of her tone, but it was spelled all over her face.

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m hoping he won’t be home, or maybe he’ll have Hotaru-san over and will be… occupied.” You chose your words carefully as you slipped on your work shoes, but you shook your head, “Nevertheless, I’ll gladly go back to give you the house! It is your place, please don’t feel bad!”

Momo nodded in agreement, although she didn’t look too convinced, “I’m sure one of the other girls would take you in, and I could always buy you more work clothes!”

You knew that all those girls were able to take you in, minus the two that had a date tonight, and you did not feel like stepping into a house where two of them were happily married, or the other with a newly engaged fiancee, but you did not say that to Momo.

“Okay, but I have to go now!” You rushed, as you hugged her goodbye, starting out the door at a breakneck pace.

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye!”

On the train to work, you looked at the text messages from Todoroki for what felt like the millionth time. You hadn’t responded to him yet, not to the worried text, not to the apologies from him, for he didn’t know what was wrong, just that you left. You wanted it that way too.

todoroki: I’m sorry for whatever it is that happened, just come back home?

That was from two nights ago and also the last text he had sent, but you could care less as you grumbled to yourself continuing to go about your day in denial about how much you wished this past week was nothing but a dream.

You went about your day just fine, nothing was out of the ordinary. As the end of your shift drawled to a close, you found your anxiety heightening. You wanted to go home, you wanted to sleep in your bed, wake up to the sun shining in your face, but you couldn’t take the sight of Todoroki either. Not yet.

You slowly clocked out and began your journey home, and to be quite honest, you could barely remember going anywhere, just knowing your feet had taken you to your apartment door. Putting in your key, you unlocked the door and stepped in.

It was quiet, and there was no shoe belonging to Todoroki at the entrance, so you let out a sigh of relief putting on your slippers and picked up your shoes, not wanting to leave them at the front.

You walked to your room and opened the door, closing it behind you. There was a musty air to your room most likely having not been touched since you had left one week ago, and you opened your window, spraying a bit of air freshener to alleviate the thick feeling air. Checking the time, it was only eight, and so you were going to be here until midnight before making your way back over to Momo’s house hoping she would be done with her date by then.

Wasting no time, you began grabbing your business skirts, business shirts, blazers, and even pantsuits. You pulled out your heels and any accessory you thought you could use, unsure when you would be back. You folded everything and placed it onto your dresser just so that it was off your bed.

As much as you hated being home, you were grateful for having washed your sheets the day before you had left and you had not slept under the covers the last night you were here, the sheets were still relatively clean. Maybe you’d take a nap in a few minutes.

You walked out and into the living room, going to search for an old shopping bag to put your things in. Going to the supply closet in the entryway, you stood on your tip-toes to reach the bags on top but froze as you heard the front door open.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse as you jump to grab the shopping bags. You smile victoriously as you grab one, ripping it out, and shrieked only to have them all fall on top of you.

You watched in mortification as the supply closet door opened and Todoroki stared at you, his mismatched eyes boring into your eyes as you stood there clutching a whole bunch of bags. You stilled as Todoroki walks over and grabs the extra bags and lets you keep one, you shift away from him as he puts them up and you just want to run away.

“Thanks.” You mutter, turning on your heel and walking away as quickly as you could without running.

“Wait, y/l/n, can we talk?” Todoroki asks, easily keeping up with you despite your best efforts. “Look, I know you were crying the last night you were here, and I know that you were at Yaoyorozu-san’s house. Will you talk to me?”

You scoff making sure to look at him before rolling your eyes, “So what? You can apologize about whatever it is you think is wrong?” You asked hi.

“I would like to, yeah.”

“Okay,” You hiss stopping in your tracks as you turn to face him, your face contorted with anger and sadness, “Let’s start from the beginning then? Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, y/l/n, I don’t know what I did wrong….” Todoroki admits, but that’s not good enough for you. Why did he have to have the awareness of a rock?

“What do you think you did wrong?” You asked anger flushing to your cheeks as you felt ready to combust. Oh emotions, how terrible they were.

Todoroki stayed silent and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, but this is golden!” You laugh as a brief moment of insanity washes over you, “This is the first thing you should be apologizing for! A-Am I honestly that hard to talk to unless I’m drunk?” You wanted that to sound angry, but as the words left your mouth sadness and hurt washes over you.

“No, not at all.” Todoroki disagrees, but you shake your head, a sniffle leaving you.

“We have never made a single sober conversation,” You point out, your eyes searching Todoroki’s own, “Everything between us happened when we weren’t in control, do you even remember what we’ve talked about when drunk? I remember every conversation, and I can tell you that everything you’ve told me and they were things that made me feel like we could have been friends and more, but you never gave me that opportunity.”

Todoroki has gone silent again.

But you weren’t quite done. “I fucking have feelings for you, for crying out loud! I have these damn feelings for you and I don’t know what to do with them because we were fuck-buddies, and fuck-buddies only! Do you even realize how fucked up that is?! I’m in love with some guy I can’t seem to get to talk to me unless we’re borderline blackout drunk. We slept together for months, Todoroki, months! That’s not healthy for roommates!” You’re panting slightly as your thoughts race.

“Don’t get me started on the entire me saying I love you, I was drunk and perfectly content with the relationship we had, and it wasn’t something that meant anything at the time, but you had to go and fucking ignore me for the entire week. Like what absolute bullshit Todoroki, you could have at the very least told me that it was over. But you didn’t! You screwed me over! And fuck, you brought another girl home when I wasn’t home, and you slept with her. Don’t deny it, I heard the two of you… then you asked the same night if I wanted a drink… am I honestly only someone to be desired as long as you’re drunk?” Your voice is a whisper, it’s small and weak, trembling with your loss of vigor and hatred of this situation as you continue to look at Todoroki who could do nothing but stare at you.

You roll your eyes as minutes go by of the two of you just standing there staring, “I’m going to finish packing, I don’t know when I’ll be back after today, but don’t worry I won’t kick you out of the apartment. You can even invite Hotaru-san to move in if you desire.”

You turned on your heel, ready to march to your room but a hand grasps yours. Todoroki’s hand it warm and large on your wrist and you turn your attention to him, tears in your eyes as you want to just retreat into your room.

“I have a hard time opening up to people, and from the very first meeting, I wanted nothing more than to get to know you because you just had this alluring energy to you. But we had such conflicting schedules that I never saw you. Then it was four months since I had moved in and only things I knew about you were the obvious ones I could see around the apartment.” Todoroki whispers having not found his conviction yet, and your heart clenches in the tiniest bit of joy, something that you criticize yourself for in your mind. “I knew that you only drink citrus green teas, that you enjoy the scent of lavender much more than the average person, and that you have over a million products but only use three.”

So, I tried to get to know you through being drunk because I’m much more loose-lipped and I open up easier when I drink. I did want to help you change that really bad day to a good one that first time, and I knew that getting to know you would make me feel better so I assumed the same would be true for you, but I denied my attraction to you and before I knew it I was sleeping with you, and I wanted to stop, but you were just… intoxicating.” Shouto continues, his head is dropped to his chest, his hair was slicked back and so you can easily see the chaos on his face. “And I didn’t know how to fix it, because I knew you remembered, so I figured if we got drunk one more time and I opened up, and we didn’t sleep together things would patch up and we could move on. But my denial was greater than I thought… and at some point, I didn’t know how to speak to you unless I was drunk.”

You stared at Todoroki who was now staring at you again, his eyes just screaming his confusion at you. “When you said I love you, it scared me shitless when I woke up that morning because I didn’t grow up in an emotionally healthy family. And I panicked, for that I’m sorry. But your confession made me face my feelings for the first time, and I convinced myself it was only drunken hormones, so I tried to see if that was true by making the stupidest mistake I could… Hotaru-san is a nice girl, who had an interest in me, and I used her… but after that night I realized I was just being in denial, but it seems like you heard us and I’m sorry for all of this. I truly am, and I know that my timing is horrible, but if you’ll take my confession let me know… About the sex and my actions, despite both the good and bad… should I apologize or should I confess to you, because there is nothing more I can do.”

Your mouth opens and closes multiple times as you try to find something to say as Todoroki stands there. You want nothing more than to have liquid courage right now as tears form in your eyes, “Will you give me a moment?” You ask, and Todoroki looks at you, panic evident in his eyes, but he nods nonetheless.

“Of course,” He says with a tight smile, leaving you standing in the kitchen as you turn and move to put the bag in your room.

You stand in your room thinking about everything. The six long months of knowing Todoroki Shouto, his confession, his apology, and for the first time listening to your emotions as you slowly put your clothes into the shopping bag. What did you want?

Him.

You longed for him.

You wanted Todoroki.

You walked back to the living room where you knew where Todoroki was waiting for you, and you stared at him, your chin quivering as you watched him look up to meet your gaze.

He rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours, “I want you to confess.” You breathe and Todoroki seems shocked.

“I’m falling in love with you, y/l/n y/n,” Todoroki confesses softly and you laugh slightly, tears falling from your eyes, but you walk towards him and he meets you halfway and for the first time sober, your lips are connected. Your hands move up to cup his cheeks as he pulls you in close, his hands firmly placed onto your lower back.

It’s a slow kiss, and as you’re on the balls of your feet so that the kiss could continue effortlessly. Your head tilts to the right allowing a better angle to be kissed at. The two of you pull away slowly, both of your eyes slowly opening to look at each other in a whole new light, and a blush heats your face as your hands fall to cover your face.

“You’re beautiful…” Shouto murmurs as he pulls your hands away from your face, and he bends down and presses a kiss to your neck, and you gasp lightly at the feel of his warm lips on your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips left soft tiny kisses trailing back up to your lips, and you were ready.

Your lips met again, and this time you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck, and you pull him in closer and his hands are slowly moving up and down your back, making you shiver as his fingers brush against an exposed piece of skin on you back.

You feel yourself stepping towards the bedrooms, and Todoroki–no, it’s Shouto–follows through with your actions and picks you up gently. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you wrap your legs around his torso, your eyes opening to see Shouto’s eyes still closed despite the fact he was walking with you. “Pay attention to where you’re walking, Shouto,” You whisper into his ear as you pull away from the kiss, “I wouldn’t appreciate being slammed into the wall right now.” Your teeth nibble softly onto Shouto’s earlobe and you smile at the throaty groan that leaves Shouto’s lips.

He opens your door room as you continue kissing down his jaw, and as soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, Shouto’s lips are back on yours greedily seeking more contact, and you don’t hold back as you kiss him back with equal fervor. You feel the mattress of your bed hit your back as you continue to kiss him, sitting up so you could move back to let Shouto onto the bed with you. You smile once again as Shouto’s hand rests on the bed frame behind you, while the other one lays on the bottom of your back again.

Your hands are interlocked behind Shouto’s head as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. You moan softly as you head tilts and you open up your mouth so that your tongues meet halfway. You start moving to unbutton your work shirt and Shouto hastily pulls away and your eyes open, his mouth is stained with your work red lipstick as he looks concerned, “Are you sure, y/n?” Shouto asks, his hands suddenly on top of yours. “I don’t want to rush you to having sex with me again…”

You stared at him, a soft smile coming to your lips as you sit up, making Shouto sit on his haunches as you move to your knees, “You have never forced me to have sex, and I want this, I want you.” You whisper to Shouto as you press a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away, you unbuttoned your shirt and dropped it on the floor next to you, your breath hitching as Shouto stares at your nearly naked upper body, and you blush, “Take it off,” you mutter tugging at the hem of Shouto’s t-shirt, and he slowly moves to take it off.

God, Shouto’s body had to be a sin as you watched him take off his shirt and you stared at the rippling muscles on his body, something you had never truly appreciated before. Tone and lithe. He was beautiful.

Shouto’s lips are back on yours as you kiss deeply, your head tilted to the side as his fingers gently grasp your chin, the other one slowly making its way to your bra clasp. A shaky moan leaves your mouth as the bra falls from your body, and Shouto moves his body so that you’re now forced to be lying on your back. The tips of your well-aroused nipples brush up against Shouto’s naked chest and the both of your release a throaty gasp as you pull him closer to you.

Your leg hooks lazily around Shouto’s waist, and a sigh leaves your lips as Shouto gently grasps the back of your leg, running steady consistent strokes from the back of your thigh to your ass.

A fire is building up in your gut as your hands work their way down to the buttons and zipper of his pants. You manage to get Shouto’s pants off without ever breaking the kiss, but now you were on top, straddling his lap as he sat against the headboard, his hands gripping your waist.

Without the pants on, you could feel Shouto’s arousal as you slowly moved against his dick with only your pants and both your underwear interrupting the two of you being completely naked. You pulled away from Shouto and giggled as he attempted to follow you with closed eyes as you had to brush your hair out of your face, suddenly feeling hot.

“Y/n…” Shouto just about whined, and you smiled softly at him, finding it endearing and the slightest bit hot when he used that tone, his hands were on your breasts, slowly stimulating your aroused nipples as he slowly massaged them making sure to brush your nipple with his thumb every so often, and your head tossed back as you bite down hard on your lower lip. That was your undoing as Shouto easily rolled you back over to the bottom, a smirk on his face as he kissed you ever so lovingly, and you felt him pulling off your pants leaving you in a pair of pink undies to which he had noticed. “Those are cute.” He comments as he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“Damn right they are,” You breathlessly retort as Shouto chuckles, pressing a kiss firmly against your lips as he raised your hips so he could slowly grind his crotch into your own, and you bit harshly onto your bottom lip as you stopped a cry of pleasure from coming out.

“No, don’t stop yourself, please,” Shouto begged against your lips as he once more performed the same hip roll.

“Fuc-Fuck!” You cried out as your hands grasped his lower back to keep the friction between you at a high.

“Fuck,” Shouto curses as he tugs your bottom lip in between his teeth as his hand's grip onto your hips tighter. “You’re amazing.”

“Aha, and you haven’t even fucked me yet.” You reply with a laugh as Shouto’s lips meet the valley between your breasts and a low moan of pleasure vibrates through your throat.

“True,” Shouto agrees as he removes both your underwear and you gasp as the cold air of your room is hit upon your heated sex, and you clasp on your lip to keep yourself from premature orgasm from the sudden temperature change. You watch with hooded eyes as Shouto places a condom on. His dick was stupidly thick and was probably about seven inches, but it still made you excited. You rest on your elbows, a smile on your face as Shouto moves his messy hair out of his eyes. As you stare at his slightly sweaty face covered by strands of different colored hair, your heart just about bursts.

“Make love to me, Shouto,” You say aloud as Shouto stares at you, the condom now in place.

“I plan on it,” He smiles and he grabs your ankle, pulling you closer to him, and you shriek with laughter until his lips engulf your sounds. “Are you ready?” Shouto asks as he teases your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“Whenever you are,” You whisper into his neck, preparing for the initial pain.

You let out a cry of pleasure and pain as he slowly enters you, and you pant heavily trying to contain your tears as he manages to push all the way in. Your eyes clench as you bit your lip, your head buried into his neck.

“Are you o-okay?” Shouto stutters very clearly still adjusting to having his dick in you.

“Yeah, just no lube, and you’re impressive, and I’m t-tiny.” You manage to sigh out and eventually you collapse onto the bed, looking up at Shouto who seems to be concentrating hard.

“You’re just super t-tight.” Shouto gasps as you wrap a leg around his waist.

“If you can last long intoxicated, you can manage now.” You tease slightly as you wince at the fullness of having a dick within you again. Damn, having sex while intoxicated was a whole other experience.

“O-Okay, you okay now?”

You nod your head and Shouto moves his hips back, and slowly almost painfully slow, returns them to the original position, and even with the smallest movement, a lewd moan escapes your lips. Shouto continues going in and out, his hips slowly moving while you start to meet him with every thrust.

Whispers of encouragement escape both your lips as his slow pounding in you continues.

Shouto picks up your legs so that they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he comes to lean over you. At the new angle, your head is thrown backward, and you let out a string of soft curses. “Yes, baby, that feels so good.” You cried out in encouragement as you bit down on your lip harshly.

Your lips are soon sought after by Shouto’s as sheen layers of sweat cover both your bodies as the consistent moving of both your hips never falters.

Shouto’s pace never truly gets overwhelmingly fast, but soon you can hear the sounds of your bed hitting the wall, and a cry escapes your lips as Shouto’s finger grazes your clit.

“Say my name…” Shouto grunts as he presses harder on your clit and you can feel the coil within you getting tighter, but at the moment all you can give is wordless cries, “Say it, y/n.”

“Shou-Shouto!” You scream out as you shake with an overwhelming need to climax, but Shouto’s finger leaves your clit and goes to keep your hands above your head.

“Are you e-enjoying this?” Shouto teases as he slams into you at full force again, “Are you feeling good?”

“Oh my god, yes Shouto I’m feeling gOOD!” Your voice shrieks as his hands leave your wrist to gently pinch your nipple and clit. You go speechless and your mind spins as he pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, and all you can do is gasp as the new position lets you see the stars.

“I'm going to cum,” Shouto gasps, and you pathetically nod your head in agreement as you pull him in for a kiss.

You can feel Shouto’s consistent pace get faster, his hips buck into you at a speed he hadn’t dared to reach at this time. “C-Cum, Shouto.” You gasp as his thrusts are getting sloppier, and a grunt leaves his lips and you know he’s done, but he knows you’re not.

Despite cumming, his dick is still hard and still buried in you, “Let’s finish you up?” Shouto asks as he doesn’t wait for your agreement as his finger is now pushing on your clit hard enough to send your toes curling, and you scream out his name as the coil in you tightens further and the flame in you scorches you from the inside out.

“Come on, y/n, cum for me please,” Shouto begs in your ear. You can feel yourself spiraling as your vision keeps going dizzy as Shouto presses open mouth kisses down your neck, his hips relentlessly pounding into you as you fail to keep up, his fingers dancing against your clit, and a noiseless scream leaves your mouth.

You came, and your entire body feels like it is being electrocuted as Shouto slowly pulls out and collapses next to you. “Oh fuck,” You moan having finally gained your voice back, and you look over at Shouto who is just grinning at you. “What?”

“You’re beautiful when you climax.”

“Shut up.” You grumble embarrassed as you cover your face with a pillow.

“Does this mean I can fuck you without being drunk now?” Shouto asks playfully as he wraps an arm around you.

“Well you did confess, and I did accept it…” You ponder as you look at him again, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But I might give up sex for a year.”

“Hm, that’s true.” Shouto agrees as he gently kisses you back.

A smirk comes on your face as you come up with an idea, “Well, you can always convince me otherwise…” Shouto pulls away from the kiss, looking at you suspiciously.

“How?”

You roll out of bed, wincing slightly at your soreness from having sex, but go to your closet and pull out two things. “Comply.”

You show him a blindfold and a binding rope, and he smirks, “Only because I want to see you on top.”

“Oh baby, you’re not gonna be seeing anything.” You respond as you tie up his hands to the bed frame, and Shouto looks at you a bit worriedly as you kiss him softly, “Don’t worry, I always play fair.” You whisper as you slip the blindfold over his eyes and step back.

“Y-Y/n?” Shouto stutters as you giggle pressing a gentle kiss to his torso, his body reacting entirely to the small touch.

“This will be fun.” You say as your fingers trace down his muscular frame and stop inches from the base of his dick.

hehe hehe, end! this was really a blessing to write and i enjoyed it sososo much! and i personally am a slut for in denial lovers, like yum, give me more!!! and of course, to give you the reason why the title of this series is called And They Were Roommates was because of the vine, so enjoy the bonus :D

bonus!

“Wait, who the fuck is Todoroki dating?!” Kirishima exclaimed as he sat with the six girls and a few guys as they gossiped about the two of you.

“Y/l/n y/n, she’s the new girl who's starting over with you, Uraraka-chan and Tsu tomorrow!” Hagakure explains for the millionth times.

“And they were roommates?!” Kaminari cried out feeling overwhelmed.

“Oh my god, they were roommates!” Mina exasperated as she rolled her eyes. “Get with it, or get out!”

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Apartments (Mike Hanlon x Reader)

Requested: nope!! just a draft i had for a while that i finally finished :)

Pairing: Mike Hanlon x Reader

Warning: maybe swearing ? but im not entirely sure lol,, kinda long but im not sorry haha

a/n: PLEASE please please send in some requests guys!! im open for some wintery stuff now ;))

gif cred belongs to @cassieainsworth

You met the losers when they occupied the two empty apartments across the hall from yours. They were fresh out of college, as were you, but you didn’t actually learn that for a few months.

The first run in you had with one of them was with Mike. Mike and Beverly were walking together to the laundry room, Bev chattering loudly about something while Mike--being a polite, attentive listener--nodded along and offered his thoughts.

You were just coming out of the laundry room and slightly struggling with your two baskets of clothes. Mike saw this and put his basket on top of Bev’s, promising to be right back and she nodded in understanding. Mike smoothly slipped the basket from your arm as Bev slipped into the laundry room.

“Oh, thanks,” you chuckled.

“No problem,” he said with a friendly smile that you returned gently. “I’m Mike Hanlon.”

“[name] [last name],” you offered.

“Beautiful name,” he charmed. You blushed. “So [name], why all the clothes?”

“I just got back from a trip,” you said brightly.

“Oh, really?” he questioned politely. “Where did you go?”

“Well, actually my friend was supposed to go on a trip with her boyfriend for their two year anniversary, but he dumped her,” you sighed. He cringed in sympathy. “Yeah, I know. Total jerk. Anyway, she had me come with her instead. We went to Hawaii for two weeks.”

He nodded. “Sounds nice. Bet you got better weather than we have here,” he joked, throwing a pointed look to the window at the end of the hall, where the raging storm outside was apparent.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Oh, my apartment’s just right here.” You set the basket down and unlocked your door, opening it and motioning for him to follow you. You both placed the baskets down on your table. You smiled at each other as he moved to stand outside.

“Thanks so much for the help,” you smiled.

“No problem,” he chuckled. “You know, my apartment’s just across the hall.” He leaned back and pointed to the wooden door.

“Oh,” you drawled. “You’re the people who moved in... a month ago?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Great to finally meet you,” you giggled. “Well, if you ever need anything, I’m right across the hall.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, waving as he walked away. You closed your door with a grin.

The next losers you met were Bill and Eddie in the coffee shop across the street from the apartment.

It was a cold, snowy winter day and you were temporarily working at the small shop while you searched for a definite job. You were working one of the later shifts when the boys walked in with Mike. You were wiping down the counter, as only a few costumers remained spread throughout the round tables in the shop. You looked up when you heard the bell ding and smiled to yourself when you saw Mike. You went back to wiping as to look inconspicuous.

“[name]!” Mike exclaimed. Since you first met, you had a few encounters with each other that brought you to a friendly status.

“Hey, Mike,” you chuckled as the boys approached the counter. “Lovely weather we’re having.”

“Oh, definitely,” he joked, nodding as if he were serious. You laughed. He gave you a grin. “[name], these are my friends Bill Denbrough and Eddie Kaspbrak. They live in the apartment next to mine. We all moved into the building after going to college together with a few more friends of mine.” You nodded. “Guys, this is [name] [last name]. She actually lives in the apartment across from us.”

“Oh,” Eddie drawled and Bill nodded. “I’m so sorry.” You let out a laugh.

“I thought you looked familiar,” Bill chuckled, reaching a hand over the counter. You took his cold hand into your warmer one and smiled. He returned it happily.

“So what can I get you three?” you asked, leaning back.

“Seven hot chocolates,” Mike sighed.

“Not the strangest order I’ve gotten all day,” you sighed, making them chuckle as you scribbled it onto your notepad and waved the paper to your coworker. You laughed and gave them their total, to which they payed and spent the wait time chatting with you. Even after they received their orders, Mike stayed to talk. Bill and Eddie shot each other amused looks as they took the rest of the drinks and walked out of the shop while you and Mike laughed.

You met Stan, Beverly, Ben, and Richie without the help of Mike.

You met Bev first. Beverly, being the caffeine addict she is, stopped by the shop regularly for daily doses of coffee. You were her regular barista, therefore sometimes you’d talk when the days were slow. After she found out that you guys lived across from each other, she’d wake up earlier to accompany you opening the store and get the first hot coffee of the day. You two easily became good friends through slow days and fresh drinks.

Your meeting with Richie continues to amuse you to no end. You had been entering the apartment complex as he and Eddie were exiting. The duo appeared to be arguing, Eddie looking visibly annoyed while Richie seemed more amused than peeved. You were a few feet away when they had exited, so Eddie was holding the door open for you. Richie stood next to him and said something casually, and whatever he said made Eddie growl and kick his ankle. Naturally, Richie fell.

Eddie was about to apologize when Richie quickly recovered. He barely sat up as he winked and shot finger guns at you, suavely saying, “Guess you could say I fell for you.” You immediately cracked up while Eddie grumbled and helped Richie up.

Eddie greeted and apologized to you, introducing you to his “idiot roomate” Richie. You guys hit it off easily, and whenever you were around and he got the chance, he’d drop a line just as cheesy as the one he dropped the day you met.

Next was Ben. He had come into the coffee shop one late evening, looking a little frustrated. He had a book tucked under one arm and a work bag in the other. Despite looking so bothered, he smiled at you.

“Good evening,” you greeted nicely. “How are you?”

“I’m alright. How are you..,” he glanced down at your name tag, “[name]..?” The hesitation in his voice prompted your lack of response. Luckily, he continued, “You don’t happen to know Beverly Marsh, do you?”

“I do,” you beamed.

He nodded. “So you’re the infamous [name].” You giggled. “She’s been raving about you for weeks. I’m her boyfriend.”

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “You’re Ben, right?” He nodded. “So lovely to finally meet you!”

“You, as well,” he responded coolly. And since then, you and Ben found your fun together within small talks at the cafe and light reading sessions after you once ran into him at the local book store.

Your meeting with Stan was more or less mutual: just casual coffee shop banter. You had told him some strange off-handed pun and he had just shook his head. From that point on, you always told him puns in an attempt to break through him and get him to laugh. Eventually you just started writing them on his drink cup, and he would roll his eyes before he left.

When Stan first saw you hanging out with Mike, just walking in town one day, he connected a lot of dots, as did Mike.

“You’re the pun girl, huh?” Mike laughed. You nodded, giggling. “That makes a lot of sense.”

After you had officially met all of the losers, they all constantly teased Mike about how often you two were seen together.

One day he walked into the apartment where everyone was gathered, and after they all greeted them, Richie piped up, “Coming from the coffee shop?”

He nodded. “Yeah. How’d you know?”

“You’re smiling,” he grinned, and they all giggled.

He flushed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

Little teases like this became the norm whenever he came back from hanging out with you, them always saying how he was glowing or smiling or sweeter than usual. But he would never admit anything to them. And after five months of you two hanging out nearly every day, the losers decided it was time for the both of you to quit blushing like high schoolers and get together.

“I have the perfect idea,” Beverly grinned. And they got to work.

It was a Saturday afternoon and rather slow at the coffee shop. You sat behind the counter, reading a book and waiting for your shift to be over so you could go home and relax. Then, Beverly burst into the shop, making your grin and close your book.

“What can I get you, Bevvy?” you hummed sweetly, standing from your stool.

“A moment of your time, please,” she smiled smoothly, as if she hadn’t just sprinted into the shop.

“Sure thing,” you giggled.

“I was thinking,” she hummed.

“That’s not good.”

She shoved your arm and you laughed. She continued, “Anyway, I had this great idea that I could set you up on a blind date.” You blinked in surprise. You hadn’t expected that one. “A friend of mine has been begging for me to set him up since the beginning of time, and he’s free tonight.”

“Tonight?” you sounded.

“Yeah!” she exclaimed. “He’s sweet, charming, handsome...” You still looked reluctant. “Come on, it’s just one date! You two would just have dinner at Busby’s down the street!”

You sighed, considering. “Fine.” She cheered. “But only because you asked. And no promises for second dates.”

“Totally, no strings attached!” she exclaimed, holding a pinky out. You took it in your own with a childish smile. “Love you, [nickname].”

“Yeah, yeah, I love me, too.”

Back at the apartment, Richie and Mike were sitting on the couch, conversing.

“A blind date?” Mike sighed, extremely hesitantly.

“Come on, big guy, it’ll be fun!” Richie suaded. “Just one dinner at Busby’s tonight and nothing else. You haven’t gone out with anyone... well, since you met [name].”

Mike huffed, a conflicted look in his eyes. “Okay. Fine. But just one date.”

Richie whooped and hopped to his feet, clapping Mike’s shoulder as he walked away. “You won’t be disappointed, big guy.”

That night, you arrived at Busby’s slightly after seven, cursing yourself for being late. But when you entered, there stood Mike Hanlon himself.

“No way,” he laughed, shaking his head.

You pointed to yourself. “Bev. You?”

“Richie,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, your face scrunching up. “What?”

“I’m disappointed, gotta be real,” you sighed. He laughed, making you grin. From a table near that check-in area, the losers were hiding behind their menus, watching the exchange.

“How’d they immediately know?” Eddie whispered. Bev shushed him.

“It’s sweet of them. I’ll give ‘em that,” you sighed.

“Good intentions,” Mike shrugged.

“No, seriously..,” Eddie trailed.

Mike offered you his arm. “M’lady.” You rolled your eyes as he guided you about two feet away to check in.

“Yo, pass the bread sticks.”

“Get ‘em yourself, asshole!”

“You’re closer!”

“I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up...”

Now, you two were being guided to your table, not too far away from theirs. When you got there and the waiter laid out your menus, Mike pulled out your chair. You grinned and gave him a quick kiss.

“Wait...”

“Are they..?”

They watched as you two settled down and immediately connected your hands across the table.

“Already dating?!”

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caps-lockdown · 6 years ago

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Operation: Man Flu

Alright guys here it is the first part of my new series! I thought of this awhile ago but my life has been absolutely bonkers lately and I didn’t have a chance to get started on it til now! I hope ya’ll enjoy this insane and (hopefully funny) romp I’ve come up with.

Tagging @kaytizzle and @cuffski for now, let me know in the comments if you would like to be tagged for future parts!

Summary: As a hacker nobody agent of S.H.I.E.L.D you get roped into what might possibly be your worst nightmare come to life. Will you survive the long weekend? Will you have a chance to get closer to a certain reserved Captain during this extremely stressful (and hilarious) situation?

Pairings: Steve x Shield Agent Female Reader!

Words: 3,397

Ratings/Warnings: I’m going to put hard R here for the whole thing because there’s going to be cussing, mentions of sickness, alcohol consumption, physical fights, mental breakdowns. Jealousy, love triangles (sort of), angst, drama, and lots of crude humor. Just strap in.

Also no Beta so my mistakes are my only thing to claim, I don’t own any characters either, with the exception of the reader, a doctor, and some random characters here and there.

It is in Y/N (Your Name) L/N (Last Name) format. Enjoy!

Part One

“Y/N I need more water!”

“Y/N my eyes hurt!”

“Y/N can you tell Bucky and Tony to shut the hell up? I’m trying to sleep off this headache!”

“Shut up Wilson!”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, nostrils flaring, you released a slow and irritated breath. The shouting was coming from the makeshift quarantine section in the Tower. Never in a million years would you be able to guess that this was going to be your job at some point. In fact, you would have laughed in anyone’s face if they told you that at some point in your life you would be stuck in Stark Tower taking care of a bunch of sick and over dramatic man children. This was supposed to be your weekend in. You were supposed to be comfy and cozy surrounded by happy things, not a bunch of sick cry babies. You were so getting a raise when all of this was over.

You looked to the ceiling praying to anyone upstairs for just a small moment of peace. The moment of peace could come in the form of a giant mallet to knock all of the whiny men in the next room unconscious. Perhaps a dart gun with Nyquil loaded ammunition? Anything to help you cope with being stuck with this lot of ill idiots for the next 48 hours. Why of all people did it have to be you? You were not someone that saw The Avengers in close quarters, you were sort of work friends, but you never thought your friendship would be put to the test quite like this. Who were they to ask this of you anyway? It’s not like you have any medical experience. Hell you get squeamish just thinking about blood. You rarely got sick. You cried watching Grey’s anatomy for cripes’ sake! You must have been cursed by some otherworldly power. Loki was messing with you. That had to be it. You were sure that had to be the reason behind this cruel and unusual punishment.

“Y/N BUCKY KEEPS STARING AT ME!”

“Well you keep sounding like you’re gonna puke Stark! And if you puke I puke! So don’t puke!”

“Damn I need a drink.” You uttered before squaring your shoulders and heading back into the fray. When did it all go to hell in a hand basket?

~~Friday Morning~~

0600

The crisp early autumn air made its way into your room from your half opened window. The birds chirping slowly woke you from your slumber as your eyes opened to take in the leaves changing colors on the trees outside. The smell of coffee starting to brew at your small desk invaded your senses and you smiled out to the rising sun in a good mood.

Your alarm clock went off which caused you to scream and nearly throw it out the window, groaning as you heard the rumble of the Quinjet touching down a few floors up. So much for a quiet, easy day. They were back early.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you hastily threw on your uniform and secured your hair up, reaching for your travel mug to hold your life juice as you sloshed it into the container and headed out the door.

Life hadn’t always been this fast paced for you. You were never a morning person, and even though it had been years that you have been with S.H.I.E.L.D, these caffeine fuelled mornings were something that never got easier with time. Being an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D just wasn’t a picnic for you most days, but you certainly had it better than some of the others in your line of work. You weren’t one of the people willing to put their life on the line out in the field. In fact it was the complete opposite. You were behind the scenes, knee deep in technology. Hacking files, constantly bypassing security, you name it. You never had to leave the comfort of your own country. It was hard work, but it was also your calling. It had been since you were a teenager in high school. It was a habit that got you caught several times breaking into the school security systems, changing when the bell would ring so you and your friends could get out a few minutes early. Especially during Geometry with Miss. Wilkins.

You had been given a scholarship to New York City College of Technology after you graduated high school and you packed your bags and moved from your small town in Ohio to the beautiful state of New York. After graduating in record time with high marks you were recruited by Agent Coulson to join S.H.I.E.L.D. You accepted without any hesitation (Along with constant reassurance to your always worried mother that you would not actually be in the field. Ever.)

After a few years, and more importantly the battle of New York, Nick Fury created a small unit specifically trained to work alongside The Avengers. It was truly amazing getting to move into the Tower, always being there in case of emergencies. Which there often were plenty of. You were under the command of Agent Keaton, your unit possessing a mere ten agents total. No one knew who you were, or what you did, except The Avengers and a small number of others. You were shadows, able to breach the toughest security, get what you needed, and get out without a trace. Or in most cases, get Earth’s Mightiest Heroes into places they previously didn’t have access to. Everyone called you “The Ghosts of Stark Tower”. The hours were sometimes long, missions often stressful, but it suited you just fine. One of the many upsides was knowing that you were making a difference in this messed up world.

The down side was these way too early mornings. At least it was Friday and you could look forward to the three day holiday weekend ahead of you. It was Labor Day weekend which meant that after today you wouldn’t have to return to work until the following Tuesday, unless an earth shattering catastrophe happened. Trudging your way down the hallways your mind drifted to the future that awaited you at 1800 hours. All you had planned was a giant fort of blankets and pillows to call sanctuary as you caught up on the six books that sat unloved in a box by your bed. They were feeling extremely neglected since you had gotten most of them as birthday gifts, which had been some time ago now.

Stepping into the elevator you let out a wistful sigh as it began to climb the few floors leading to the floor that held the landing pad for the Quinjet. Smiling to yourself as you day dreamed about being nestled in a blanket cocoon and not seeing a soul for 72 hours, you couldn’t stop in time and ran smack into Sam Wilson as you exited the elevator and took a sharp turn. His back of toned muscles acted as a wall as it threw you backwards and onto the floor with a loud and ungraceful oomfph.

“Shit. Sorry Y/N. My head isn’t on straight today.” He offered a hand to help you up which you gladly took, pulling yourself up and pretending to brush yourself off.

“It’s fine Sam. Ya miss Bucky that much?”

“Ha. Ha. Ya I missed him like a hole in the head.” You snickered as the two of you made your way down the hall together.

Sam Wilson and you went way back. Back to before you were working (usually) with the Avengers. Back when you were just starting out and he wasn’t cleared for all the “fun” missions, as he called it. Those were the days when you trained together, ate together. Hell you even shared a bed together. It was only once, and nothing romantic happened, but you two only got closer because of it. You didn’t know where you would be without him in your life. He always seemed to know what to say to make you feel better after a hard day, and he always had you laughing. It usually bummed you out when he went along for missions, so you were extra thankful he opted to stay behind this past week when they announced a new mission would take place. It had been nice spending time with each other outside of work hours, catching up, shooting the breeze.

He was one of the only people here that seemed to see you for everything that you were. With the exception of today of course.

“Any issues with the mission? Why are they back two days early?”

Sam raised an eyebrow as you reached the double doors that lead outside to the landing pad.

“Now how did you know they were supposed to be back in two days? That was classified information L/N.” You quickly shot your eyes to the ground, releasing a heavy sigh.

“I…I may have hacked into the mission details…”

The look Sam gave you made you bite your lower lip in embarrassment before he merely shook his head in response.

“Damn Y/N, you should have come with a warning label. If you missed Steve that much you could have just called him.” You swatted his arm as he pushed the door open for you, the fresh air hitting you in the face and causing your eyes to water.

Sam had known about your small crush on Steve Rogers, otherwise known to many as Captain America, since the first time you had met the larger than life super soldier. He pegged you as a giddy school girl from the gate and you found yourself threatening his life on a weekly basis to keep his mouth shut about the whole thing. Steve and you had a professional work related friendship, nothing more. It’s not like what you and Sam had, and you had come to accept that it never would be that. Or more, no matter how often you caught yourself thinking about it.

“Why would I miss Steve Rogers when Sam Wilson has been here to keep me company?” You batted your eyelashes at him, causing the man to chuckle as you neared the group of fellow agents that were gathered around the jet.

“Nice try slick, but I’m still telling Tony you broke into the mission files. Again.”

You pouted at him but he only clicked his tongue at you.

“I swear Tony just needs to give you a raise already and put you in charge of that tech stuff here. His old ass mind is clearly slipping.”

“You suck Wilson. I was only worried.”

“Worried ol’ Blue eyes was gonna take a dirt nap? Come on Y/N, he’s stronger than that.”

“Actually I was worried for Tony and his,” you made air quotations “Old ass mind”

You and Sam’s laughter was quickly silenced as the jet ramp lowered and you watched Steve Rogers exit, a deathly pale Tony leaning on him as they disembarked.

“Shit. He looks worse than normal. Pepper is gonna pitch a fit when she sees him.” Sam remarked, the team headed towards you.

Your eyes couldn’t help but dance across the Team’s faces. They all looked beat. Thor and Bruce seemed deep in conversation, their hushed voices angrily biting at each other. Clint kept quiet, focusing his vision forward and not looking at anyone. You noticed Nat and Wanda were missing, only for a moment before you realized they were on a separate mission elsewhere. They were slated to come back sometime next week.

Your vision drifted over to Tony, taking in his sickly appearance. The color was drained from his face, the area around his eyes dark and his body too weak to walk very far. Bucky walked to his left, his worried expression evident as they neared you and Sam through the crowd.

You quickly snapped your line of sight to Captain Rogers, your pulse picking up just a little at the sight of him. His uniform was still in really good shape considering how ragged he was looking. Apparently he had forgotten his razor or something because his facial hair had grown a considerable amount since they had been gone. His strong jaw was set tightly, his lips in a thin line while his large intimidating frame effortlessly helped the injured billionaire along.

“Why do I have a feeling my weekend plans just got cancelled?” You grumbled, clearing a path for the Captain as the rest of the team followed behind him, none of them sparing you a look. You were used to it by now.

“Wilson, debrief. Now.” Rogers’ voice boomed with authority and you couldn’t help but grimace in Wilson’s direction.

“Sorry Sam, tough luck.”

“L/N you too.”

Jumping at the acknowledgement you cast a worried glance to Sam who merely shrugged before picking up his pace to catch up to the group headed into the building. That could not be good at all. You followed after him, struggling to keep your mind calm with all the questions currently swimming in it. It didn’t take you long to reach the small conference room, paramedics cutting off your journey about halfway to take Tony into the medical bay to run tests.

You quickly took a seat next to Sam, everyone at the table looking to Steve for answers you were fairly certain he didn’t have. It didn’t mean you couldn’t admire his tall, gorgeous body though as he stood in front of all of you. Nope, you’d drink in the sight of him any day and any time you could. It wasn’t illegal to look after all, even if most of the time he saw right through you. Just like a ghost.

“Look L/N, I’m going to give you the extremely short version,” Steve started, blue eyes staring into yours and you could only bring yourself to nod. His voice was hard, short, he was clearly on edge with worry.

“Might as well shorten it even more Rogers, L/N here already hacked the mission files. She knows the mission.”

You could only give Sam a “What the hell?” look, trying not to let the disappointed sigh that came from Steve’s lips sink into your stomach like a boulder of guilt.

“As much as I want to be angry with you L/N, I need to know how much you know. It might help speed things up so we can get to work faster.”

All eyes seemed to shift to you as you began to fidget with the edge of the table, training your eyes to stay focused on the smooth wood surface as you recalled the details you briefly scanned last week.

“You were all sent to Tal-q’eiek to retrieve an energy source for another planet…Mon…mon something..who’s current environmental health is unstable. The planet’s self defense measures made most of the planet toxic to keep predators from other neighboring worlds away.” You started, looking up at the people around the table as they all nodded in agreement.

“ You were made special suits and would split up into teams to search the planet for the energy source. You were sent out of your element considering Danvers was unavailable to join you, as well as Quill and his team being currently MIA as well.” Taking a deep breath you couldn’t help but notice the smallest of smiles on Steve’s face as you finished divulging what you knew.

“Correct L/W, I’m always impressed by your sharp memory.” Steve complimented you and you had to grasp the chair to make sure you wouldn’t fall out of it. It was the first and so far only time Captain Rogers had made a positive comment in your direction. Usually he was far too busy to pay you or any of the other Ghosts of Stark Tower any mind. Not that you could blame him. If you were being honest, you didn’t even think he knew your first name for the first two years you worked together.

“So based on your knowledge, what conclusion can you come to on your own?” Thor pried, your gaze moving to catch his.

“ My assumption is that Tony was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and managed to inhale some of the toxic air of the planet, and that’s why you had to come back early. Because he’s showing symptoms of a sickness and you didn’t know what to do.”

“Two for two L/W, well done.”You felt a swell of undeserving pride at Steve’s words, wondering if this was to be your Christmas gift or something. Two compliments in one day? Within minutes of each other? You most certainly weren’t complaining but it did make you a bit nervous, especially when those beautiful blue eyes weren’t leaving yours.

“So now what? We just wait for the doctors to come back and tell us Tony is going to be ok?” Sam’s voice broke you out of your trance, Steve clearing his throat and Thor nodding in agreement.

“Unfortunate, but until we know more there isn’t anything to be done.” The other blonde’s deep voice boomed and you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread.

“I don’t understand why I was needed here…” You trailed off, Bruce chuckling at your statement causing you to blush with embarrassment.

“You never know when we may need a Ghost on our side Y/N.” Bucky smiled at you, giving you a small wink.

“Yea besides,” Clint continued, “We actually like you. You’re not some stuck up, loud mouthed, cocky know it all like some of the others.”

“You shouldn’t talk about Tony like that, after all he’s the one sick right now.”

Your comment earned you a chorus of laughter.

“I’m gonna put that in Stark’s Christmas card this year.” Sam got out in between laughs, patting you on the back.

“That’s my Y/N, always one with the fast quips.”

His statement caused you to beam in response, allowing yourself to be grabbed in a small side hug. The expression on Steve’s face was a bit puzzling to you as you looked at him, but no sooner had it appeared, it was gone.

What seemed to be hours passed, but your eyes shot up at the sound of one of the doctors on standby walking into the conference room, her HASMAT suit creating a hideous scratching noise against the floor as she moved. You recognized her as Doctor Kelly Hooper, she had been working for Stark for years. She was a short and stout woman, with dark blonde hair that was always up in a tight bun on top of her head.

“What’s the diagnosis Doctor?” Clint tried, his voice humorless despite the poor attempt at a joke.

“Firstly, you should know that Mister Stark is going to be alright.”

The entire table collectively sighed in relief at the Doctor’s news, a huge weight seemingly being lifted off of everyone’s shoulders. You and Tony didn’t always see eye to eye on things, but you still respected the hell out him, and definitely didn’t want him dying anytime soon.

“However, there is some bad news.” The older woman continued, turning her attention to Steve.

“He’s going to be sick the next forty eight to seventy two hours, and will need constant care. He’s going to experience the worst equivalent of the flu we’ve seen in years. Fever, vomiting, dehydration, chills, extreme pain, and maybe even hallucinations. What’s also troublesome is we don’t have the proper staff to take care of him, as most of the day and night crew have left for holiday, and we can’t risk taking him to a hospital where it might spread.”

“Got it, can it get any worse than babysitting a sick Tony?” Bucky groaned out, his head hitting the table.

“Actually it can Mister Barnes. I’m afraid the illness he has contracted from the foreign planet is very peculiar in the fact that it only seems to attack beings with the combination of XY chromosomes.”

“Doc, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Bucky suddenly looked up at Doctor Hooper, who had now locked eyes with the winter solider before nodding her head.

“That’s right Mister Barnes, any male who has come within contact with Mister Stark within the last twenty four hours has a seventy five to eighty five percent chance of falling ill as well.”

#steve rogers x reader #the avengers #captain america #fanfic

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msjr0119 · 6 years ago

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Hold On

Part 17D- Surprises and Verdicts

Nobody got injured at the Homecoming ball, they all get separated into different safe houses- for safety.

Riley and Drake had confirmed that they had feelings for each other, however Drake believed Riley should be with Liam. Heartbroken, she moves back to New York. Only keeping in touch with Hana, Maxwell and Olivia.

Riley meets lawyer, Nate Cooper and begins a relationship with him. In Cordonia, Drake begins to court Kiara.

Nine months after Riley had left Cordonia- there is a reunion, but not the reunion the friends had hoped for.

*Characters belong to Pixelberry*

If you are under 18 please do not read this series. If you do, you are consenting that you are over the age.

Series warnings: Suicide, domestic abuse, swearing, stabbing, smut 🍋. If any of these triggers affect you do not read!

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******

Leo stuck to his word and ran Riley a bath when they had returned to the apartment. It seemed to calm her down. Her hand was slightly swollen, but she didn’t care- it was worth it. The friends all ordered pizza and watched a Rom-com before heading to bed.

Riley couldn’t sleep, she just kept seeing Madeleine’s smirk in her mind. She had wondered how long the case would be adjourned for. It was now 5am. Who needs sleep anyway- she thought.

She tiptoed into the kitchen, attempting to not wake the others up- caffeine was required if she was to survive the day. She saw Leo and Beth snuggled up on the sofa, holding each other. A pang of jealousy hit her- she missed Liam. How she went all these months without his soft touch, she didn’t know. He was now her drug- she wanted more every time she saw him, she felt intoxicated when around him. As she had finished making her coffee, her phone rang. She answered it quickly, whispering as she noticed her two friends stir.

“Li. Do you know what time it is?”

“Why are you whispering? And it’s 5.10am Ri. I am capable of telling the time.”

“Okay Mr intelligent. I was whispering because Leo and Beth are asleep on the sofa. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’ve missed you. Are you okay?”

“I’d be better if I was with you... Li hold on, someone’s at the door....”

Riley tiptoed back into the living space. She didn’t know why she bothered as the knock had woken her friends up. She opened the door, immediately seeing his baby blues.

“I suppose I better hang up then...”

Riley pulled Liam in for a kiss, she was shocked but so happy to see him.

“Pack your bag Ri. You’re staying with me, no questions required. Let these lot catch up on sleep.”

******

Glen the King’s Guard junior, drove Liam and Riley to the penthouse that Liam had rented, Olivia was staying in a 5* hotel nearby- she didn’t want to play gooseberry.

“I can’t believe that you are here!”

“I couldn’t stay away any longer. You needed me no matter how much you denied it. I wanted to be here for you. And besides, I wouldn’t let you all face any more court alone after what she did.”

“You... you know?”

“I don’t know the full details- Leo wouldn’t tell me. But I know she was here, providing a fake alibi and by the look of your hand you’d have gotten into trouble if Leo and Bastien didn’t stop you.”

“Li, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Ri, don’t apologise. Someone was going to do it someday. I’m extremely tired. Are you going to join me? We can have a lie in. Then I’ll take you out for breakfast, my treat.”

“What would happen if a lady refused the King?” Riley asked seductively, biting her lip.

Liam stepped closer to her and began to kiss Riley on the neck- he knew it was her ‘turn on spot’.

“I believe that the lady will get punished.”

Riley dragged the King over to the bed, before pushing him on it and straddling him. The kisses deepened as they became more passionate. They both stripped each other down to their underwear- they were both eager to touch and feel each other.

“Lay on your back, Lady Riley. You must obey your King’s order.”

*****

Two days after Liam and Olivia had arrived in New York, Leo and Riley were called back into court. In those two days all the friends did some sightseeing, ate out, generally had fun.

Liam looked at the Statue of Liberty. This place had so many memories- the first night he met Riley, the time he proposed to her. The had come full circle again and was back here.

“Li?”

Liam pulled Riley towards him, wrapping his arms around her protectively- whilst gazing on the Statue.

“I can’t believe how beautiful she still is. Not as beautiful as you though.”

“Heh. I don’t mind being in competition with a Statue. Can she fuck you like I can your Majesty? Didn’t think so.”

Riley said seductively. She needed to have a joke- she knew he would be feeling morbid being here. This is where she rejected his proposal. Guilt was still bubbling inside of her even after all this time.

“Riley don’t. You are making me want you.”

“You’ll have to wait until we get back my King.”

“Don’t tease me. I love you.”

“I love you too Li.”

The two of them held hands as they rejoined their friends.

“We are going to sit in the gallery. I’m not going to kiss you because I don’t want to make the situation any worse. But I love you Riley Brooks, always have and always will. Don’t you forget that. Good luck to you both. We will celebrate afterwards.”

Riley and Leo sat down in their seats, both panicking that the two parasites had won. Liam, Liv and the rest of the friends smiled at the two victims.

“I apologise for adjournment regarding the verdict. The jury wanted to scrutinise the new evidence that came alight from Miss Chambers. We will go through each incident that the defendant is being trialed for and the head of the jury will answer the verdict.”

Liam glanced over at Nate, Olivia was correct and he was good looking- but he was too confident-providing a look as if had won already. Liam really wanted to do to Nate what Riley had done to Madeleine. Olivia noticed him staring at Nate and held his hand for reassurance.

“They’ve got this Li.”

“I hope so Liv. I really hope so.”

****

“Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty with the incident involving the following photos of Miss Brooks. The incidents included her passing about and being hospitalised and also the incident where Mr Cooper was accused of breaking her arm.”

Liam and Olivia gasped, it was the first time they had seen the pictures. Riley hung her head down low, Leo put his arm around her.

“GUILTY.” The judge thanked the jury before starting the next question.

“Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty with the incident that involved Miss Brooks miscarrying her unborn baby?”

“GUILTY.”

“And finally, do find the defendant guilty or not guilty with the incident involving Mr Rhys being attacked in the Club?”

“GUILTY.”

Riley and Leo jumped out of their seats, both crying and hugging each other tightly. Riley looked to see Olivia hugging Liam. He was crying too. Olivia winked at her friend and smiled- this was unusual for the Duchess to show such an expression.

“NO WAIT! He’s not guilty, I gave you video evidence. It clearly wasn’t Nate in the video.”

“Pipe down Maddy, your plan has backfired.” - Leo snapped back at his ex fiancée.

“No wait, Leo isn’t the faithful boyfriend he keeps painting himself as. He swanned off around Europe sleeping with anything that had a pulse. And Riley, she can’t keep her knickers on either. One minute she’s sleeping with the King then she’s shacked up with his best friend! They aren’t as perfect as you all think they are... GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!”

The judge had requested that Madeleine was removed from the room, he knew that she was a liar.

“Miss Brooks and Prince Leo, the video ‘evidence’ she had on her phone, had a time and date on it from when it was recorded. She set it up. We will let her off with a warning as she is not from this country. But any other hassle, the American law will deal with her.”

Leo hugged Riley tighter. They had done it, even with the obstruction in the way.

“Mr Cooper you have been found guilty on all accounts. The minimum sentence I can provide for you is 10 years. If you cause any hassle during your time in prison this will increase. You may take him down.”

Leo and Riley hugged their attorney, thanking her for all her work. They had won, and were ready to celebrate with their friends. Liam ran to Riley picked her up and spun her around. He couldn’t stop kissing her, he knew how hard it was for both her and Leo but he was incredibly proud of how strong the two of them had been.

“Ri, I love you. This is where our future begins. Leave the past behind us and start a fresh....”

#theroyalromance #choices trr #riley brooks #bertrand beaumont #drakewalker #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #hanalee #kingliam #drake x riley #liam x riley #leo rhys

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bigbangsmasher · 6 years ago

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★ INTERVIEW THE MUSE

“Squirrel powerrrr!”

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ “Tragically so! But, to be fair, it’s not like I’m really looking for anything. So sorry Spirale hopefuls, but this gal’s off the market.” ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ "Well, sure! Most of the time, anyways. I’m going back and forth sometimes, but I think I’m getting better. No one can be happy all the time.” ► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➭ “Aren’t we all? I try not to wallow in it too much, though. Unless Hazama is involved, fuck that guy.” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ "Gosh, I sure hope so. I haven’t really been able to contact them in a while. But everything was great the last I heard, so I’m sure it’s all fine now!”

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE ➭ "The good ol’ Hierarchical City of Shinatsu. They call it number 11, but it’s number one in my heart!” ► HAIR COLOR ➭ "Just shades of brown. I got these cool stripes though, they run in the family. They are also brown.” ► EYE COLOR ➭ "Brown again.” ► BIRTHDAY ➭ "April 2nd! Let me tell you, I am so glad I dodged that April 1st birthday. Can you imagine what a pain that would be?” ► MOOD ➭ "I’m... just vibin’ right now. Takin’ it easy, takin’ it sleazy. You know how it is.” ► GENDER ➭ "Just a girl. Who is also a squirrel. I only say that because it rhymes.” ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ "Gotta be summer! Beach days, bustin’ watermelons, picnics in the shade, it’s all better when it’s sunny out! When it gets cold I just wanna... bury some nuts, for some reason...” ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ "Morning’s my time, because I just love to watch a good sunrise. Also a nice time to do some training before everyone else wakes up and gets in your way.”

EIGHT QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ "Sure! Not, like, a romantic love, though. Was that the question? Oh, then I don’t think so.” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ "That’s just called infatuation. How can you love someone you don’t know? Love’s all about getting to know someone inside and out, and the bonds you make over the course of that. I-I mean, if I had to guess!” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ "Uh, work. I know that’s kinda boring, but our schedules just didn’t match up. No loss, though.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ "Gosh, I hope not. But, y’know, I am really hot and unavailable, so the answer is probably a tragic yes.” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ "Nahhhh. I mean, probably not? Y’know, I don’t know, I’ve never really had to think about it... Now that I think about it, going out with someone would probably cut into my time with my friends, so would that really be worth it? Oh, I gotta think about this now...” ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ "Man, I hugged someone on the way here! You just can’t have too many hugs! Life’s too short to not let people know you care about them, you know?” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ "N-no, I don’t think so. I had a lot of secret haters in the Academy though. Well, it wasn’t exactly secret, but- anyways, let’s move on.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ "I... I don’t... I’m not really sure how to answer this one. I guess I have, in some ways. I don’t know if it was in a romantic way, though. At least, I don’t think it was. Man, this love stuff’s harder than I thought...”

SIX CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ "Why not both? Both are fun, both are nice. Even if it’s been a while since I did the ol’ horizontal innuendo...” ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ "Lemonade, but only because the caffeine in tea is a little much for me. You’ve seen me, right? I don’t need a second reason to be bouncing off the walls.” ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ "All the animals of the world are my kindred spirits! Even... even the snakes. Even though the creep me out, I still appreciate them.” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ "I got both, baby! If I just need some best buds, I got Tsubaki, Noel, Mai, people like that! And if I need someone for a casual hangout, I got plenty of people like that too! Man, it is just great to be me.” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ "Oof, some extremes here, huh? I do like the nightlife of the city, but I don’t really have anyone to spend a ‘romantic’ night with. You gotta have both, y’know? Sometimes you gotta stay in and charge your batteries so you can burn ‘em all the next day!” ► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ "I know I said morning earlier, but I prefer the night. I used to do a lot of my work at night, so I did a lot of overnight shifts. I guess I’m just kinda used to it now.”

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ "Yes. By Tsubaki. It was very difficult to get past her since we lived in the same dorm.” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ "Almost never. You’re probably surprised, right? Well, let me tell you that this tail of mine really does wonders for my center of balance. It’s almost unfair!” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ "...Yeah. And we got her back, so... that was nice.” ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ "When I was younger, sure. I always thought that I just had to put up with all the bad shit in my life, and sometimes you just wish it could all... go away. But then I met some people who helped me move past that.”

FOUR PREFERENCES.

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ "This might be kinda corny of me to say, but I love to see people smile. A real smile, like with a laugh thrown in too. Really just warms up the heart.” ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ "Well, I’m the tallest of all my friends, not by much though. Most of the guys I know are taller than me, most of the girls are shorter, so... both?” ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ "What, like brains or body? Uh, well... I’d prefer someone who takes care of themselves, and everyone’s smart in their own way so I guess I’d go with the latter.” ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ "Haha, uh. Tsubaki, don’t read this one. I’ve had both, and the former is just a little more stress-free, you know? As long as everyone’s going in without any expectations, it’s just a nice time. Relationships are kinda tricky, I haven’t really had one that worked out.”

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ "Oh sure! I love my mommy and daddy, and all my sibs too! Mekoto, Mikoto, Mokoto, Mukoto, and even Mykoto!” ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ "Uhhh, sorta? I mean, first, when I was younger, I had to deal with a lot of hate just because I was a beastkin. That never really ends, you know? And then when I thought stuff was getting to be ‘normal,’ I discovered a giant governmental conspiracy, and my best friends got brainwashed two separate times, and it’s just been very messy overall.” ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ "Nope! Not like there was a lot of places to run to down there.” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ "Let me tell you something. Growing up, family was all we had sometimes. And we never turned our backs on each other, not once.”

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ "N... No. How could I? Even if a lot of them are from noble families, and they’re all humans too, they’ve all been... really good to me. I don’t hate them, it’s just... I can’t ever forgive how some of those people treated me.” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ "Sure! I wouldn’t want to be friends with someone I didn’t think I could rely on in a pinch. And I’d do the same for them, of course.” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ "Noel! Tsubaki! Those are my top two! I’ve known them for years and years, I love ‘em with all my heart, and I’d do anything for ‘em! If you were to ask me ‘Makoto, what’s your goal in life?’ I’d tell you it’s to make sure that they’re living their best lives! I mean... they saved mine. I owe them everything.” ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ "Welllll, Noel and Tsubaki probably come closest... But there’s some things I can’t tell them. Like, you think I can tell Tsubaki how I lost my virginity? That’s probably kill her outright. And I could never tell Noel what I think of her ‘cooking,’ if you can even call it that. That would just break her heart. Besides, no one can know everything about another person. There’s some stuff everyone just keeps to themselves.”

tagged by: the spirits of christmas tagging: no one since meme day is now over

#musing #meme #i know i'm a little late with this but it took longer than i thought

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rogsclogs · 6 years ago

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The Great Pretender (Ben Hardy x Reader); Part 2.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader (just to be clear, Ben’s last name is actually Jones so that’s why he gets called that instead of Hardy)

Summary: After months of arguing, Ben and Y/N finally seem to be okay with each other until one day something happens and screws it all up again.

Warning(s): curse words

Words: around 1500, I got a bit carried away

Taglist: @sherlokiantheatrenerd ; @discodeacygotmorerhythm (If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just message me! Part 3 is mostly written and is coming soon.)

Part 1 here

She had become more and more careful around him, always wary of his harsh looking eyes when they happened to set on her, and it was starting to become an issue.

She was almost finished with her job there after all, they had already filmed most of the scenes she was appearing in, but she’d still have to spend a month or so on set and she was becoming almost claustrophobic, in the sense that she felt she couldn’t breathe and the walls caved in on her any time he was around, and she was clearly suffering from it, being more reserved around the rest of the cast as well, especially when her anxiety started acting up.

It’s not like he was straight up rude to her, at least that’s what she kept telling herself, but it was mostly in the little things that she would notice how much he actually despised her.

Like that time they were meant to be filming together, as husband and wife, and the director kept cutting them off because he could clearly sense the tension in the room. Ben had obviously decided to blame it all on her.

“This would be a lot easier if she wasn’t stuck up and actually cooperated instead” he’d kept complaining to the director although he wasn’t having any of it.

“Ben, come on, you’re acting like a child and being extremely unprofessional, it’s not like you guys literally have to get married but please, for the love of God, at least try to pretend you like each other a bit! Fucks sake!” He’d known better than to blame Y/N who had been nothing but respectful and extremely kind to anyone, Ben included.

“I’m sorry if I’m causing any issues, can we have a ten minutes break?” Her request had almost gone unnoticed as her voice was barely a whisper, but nonetheless the director had given her a look of pity and allowed everyone on set a half hour break.

“Get your shit together, Jones” he’d stopped Ben as he was making his way out to give him a look of disapproval “It would take me absolutely nothing to fire your ass, we can find another talented drummer anytime, keep that in mind” were his final words to him.

Meanwhile, Y/N had disappeared to her dressing room, looking for a place to let out the tears that were threatening to spill out any time, knowing she wanted no one to be able to see her in such a weak state and assume she wasn’t able to take some punches (although admittedly, she wasn’t).

She’d cried her frustration and anger out for a good half hour, while Ben stood outside her dressing room weighing out his options and feeling his heart break as he heard her trying to quiet down her sobs. He wasn’t the kind of person to make someone cry, he really wasn’t and he couldn’t understand what it was about her that made him want to be so fucking rude all the time. He knew the reason it all had begun, but rationally speaking, this wasn’t the kind of relationship he would have ever wanted to have with any coworkers, let alone that gorgeous girl who was now going through hell and back because of him.

He’d considered going in and apologizing, but at the same time he was terrified of the rejection that was likely to come considering none of their interactions had ever had a happy ending (and it was all because of him, he’d reminded himself) so he’d just chosen to let her be and hope that she’d be able to collect herself before the filming was meant to start again and that she wouldn’t hate him.

He was really really hoping she wouldn’t hate him, even if he deserved it.

And she didn’t, she could never hate anyone. She had nothing but gentle words for him once again and acted like nothing had happened. She’d smile at him in the morning to say hello and she’d congratulate him when she though he’d done a great job at playing drums in a particular scene. For a while things actually seemed to be sorta okay between them, sure he never really replied to any of her compliments and such, but at least he was less bitchy and more tolerating of having her around.

Although he’d never admit it to anyone, he was actually incredibly grateful anytime she’d say something positive to him, he’d remember the small interaction for days and drive home with a smile on his face, a rare sight ever since the harsh breakup with his girlfriend.

That was until one day he woke up with a severe headache (probably from drinking a bit too much wine the night before to try to forget about his failed relationship) and in a very shitty mood that was for sure going to ruin his day. He drank a lot of water and tried out different kinds of medicine to feel better, but nothing was helping him and his mood kept getting worse.

He knew that day was going to be awfully long at work, they still had some important bits to film and he simply could not afford to mess up, which added more stress to the bunch he was carrying on his back. He also knew that he was meant to be filming with Y/N, which terrified him because lately things between them had been okay and he was desperate to keep it that way. He really didn’t want to cause any more trouble and wanted to save the bit of respect she’d gained for him. That was simply not meant to happen though.

She could tell something was wrong when he approached the rest of the cast, she’d always been good at sensing when people were in a bad mood and that day it was written all over his face in neon yellow highlighter.

“Well, don’t you look great today Benjamin” Joe tired to lighten the mood, especially since Y/N was around because he’d grown very close to her and wanted to keep her sheltered from assholes, even if said assholes were his own friends.

“Shut up, Joe. I’m really not in the mood. I’ve had an awful night and woke up with the worst headache ever, so please allow me to do my job in peace, at least today, I’m begging you”. Everybody could tell that he was trying his hardest to remain calm and not bite Joe’s head off. It probably wasn’t a great idea anyway, since they’d have to recast and start filming all over again.

“Alright man, I’m sorry, I was just tryin-”

“Whatever it is you’re trying to do, just stop it before I completely lose my sanity.”

Y/N stood by Joe’s side as she watched the interaction between the two boys while trying to figure out what she could do to help. She knew what Ben was going through, she’d been going back and forth with her ex boyfriend for almost five years and that had definitely taken a toll on her, so she could relate to him.

She remembered that she’d gotten herself a coffee just before she drove to the set and that it was still sitting in her dressing room, maybe Ben could use some caffeine on such a bad day.

She walked over to her tiny room and heated up her coffee in the microwave for a while to make sure it was still hot when it got to him, then walked back out to the makeup room where Ben was currently getting ready for filming.

“Ben?” She called out before getting in

“What do you want now?”

She timidly reached out to him to hand him the mug full of steamy coffee

“I just.. y’know figured you could use some coffee if you’re not feeling great, it usually helps me with my headaches so I just-”

“Why is everyone so concerned with my wellbeing?” He shouted

“I’m fine, okay? I’m fucking fine and I’d be even more fine if all of you could let me fucking breathe for a minute instead of being dickheads and trying to talk to me” he was getting agitated and she could tell, but she had pure intentions and wanted him to realize that.

“I know you’ve had a bad morning, but maybe-”

“I don’t need your help for fucks sake!” He yelled while moving his hands around and accidentally spilled the boiling hot beverage all over her clothes and her skin.

She let out a yelp as she felt her skin burning and tears started clouding her big eyes.

“Oh my God Y/N... oh my God I’m so sorry” Ben seemed just as shocked as she was as he watched her try to hold back sobs and his heart broke into a million pieces when she ran out of her room and locked herself in the nearby bathroom.

#queen fandom #queen imagines #queen x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #roger taylor #the great pretender

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tmarie82 · 7 years ago

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Best Christmas Ever

Pairing: Damien x MC (Camille Park)

Book: Perfect Match (Future)

Word Count: ~2,300

Rating: PG

Author’s Note: Camille Park is definitely my spirit animal … the girl loves the holidays, enjoys a good pun and she has excellent taste in Damien men. This is a little fluffy holiday fic that also documents a very special occasion for Damien and Cami. I hope you enjoy. 😚

This also is my first submission for @dancetothestoriesinyoursoul’s wonderful idea for Fluffy Friday and fulfills a very old fic request.

Please let me know if you would like to be added to my tag list. You can find all of my fics in my Masterlist on my homepage.

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“A little to the left … no, too far!” Camille spouted out commands to her live-in boyfriend, eliciting a muffled groan of frustration from Damien as he adjusted the tree on its base in their tiny New York apartment living room. “Okay, steady … perfect!” Camille bounced up and down excitedly clapping her hands when Damien shifted the tree to just the right angle, centering it perfectly in the corner of their soon-to-be extremely festive room. “Ah, it looks great, D!” She sidled up against his side when he finally stood upright to observe his handiwork, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he admired the seven-foot fir tree he’d just lugged up three flights of stairs.

“Yeah, it doesn’t look half bad.” He released a long exhale of relief, thankful to finally have a moment to relax after their strenuous morning. Although it was still November, Camille always insisted on beginning their Christmas preparations on the Saturday following Thanksgiving. So the pair had woken up at 6am to drive to the Christmas tree lot just outside the city (thankfully making a pit stop at the coffee shop to get caffeine for the extremely groggy non-morning person Damien first), then spent over an hour marching up and down the rows of freshly delivered fir trees until Cami found the “perfect one.” After trekking back into the city with the tree fastened to the top of Damien’s car Griswold-family-style, carrying it up to their apartment (with little help from the petite Camille, but don’t tell her that!), then twenty minutes of situating the tree in their living room … well, it wasn’t even lunch time yet and Damien was already exhausted. While he thought Camille’s extreme affinity for the holiday season was adorable, he sometimes missed the days when he had been able to enjoy her holiday spirit as an observer and not a key contributor.

“Yes, it really does …” Camille beamed up at the lush green tree, a wide smile of childlike awe spread across her face, “just think how gorgeous it’s gonna look after you string the lights on it!”

“Yeah, I bet it will be- wait, what?!? After I string the lights?” Damien shook his head in dismay as he realized what Camille had just said. “Why am I stringing the lights?”

“Well I have to go bake the gingerbread to make the gingerbread house, so … “ Camille gave him a nonchalant look and a shrug, before jutting out a hip and tilting her head defiantly. “Unless you’d like to do the baking …” she asked in a mocking tone.

Damien grumbled again, his face falling into a scowl. “No … I’ll do it.” He let out a long sigh, turning to go retrieve the box of twinkling lights from the top shelf in their hall closet. He returned a few minutes later, arms filled with a worn cardboard box full of Christmas lights, to an empty room. The sounds of Camille clanking around in the kitchen signaled to him that he was officially on his own in this endeavor. He sighed before opening the box of lights, begrudgingly pulling out a tangled mass of wires and bulbs. “Cami?” He called to the kitchen, studying the jumbled mess with a frown. She poked her head around the corner as she tied an apron around her waist, eyebrows raised in question. “Check out this tangled mess! Do I really have to do the lights today? I mean, what’s the rush?” He dangled the ball of wires and chaos in her direction, making his most pathetic pleading face at her.

Camille grunted and stomped over to where her boyfriend was whining, grabbing the lights from him and quickly weaving them untangled with her tiny hands. After a few short minutes, she handed him back rows of neatly folded string lights with a satisfied look on her face, then cocked her hip and folded her arms across her chest. “Of course we need to do the lights today, Damien. You can’t half-ass Christmas! Now stop complaining and get to work so we can actually enjoy this, you curmudgeon!!!”

Damien’s eyes widened at his girlfriend’s playful outburst. “Sorry, a Kermit the wha???”

Cami chuckled, leaning forward while waggling a finger at him before poking him in the chest. “I said a curmudgeon! Cur-mudg-eon.” She repeated, exaggeratedly slow. “You know, a huge grump, a crusty old miser … like the Grinch. Do you want to be a grinch, D?” She quirked her brows at him, waiting for his reply with a coy smirk on her lips.

“Uhhhh …” Damien fumbled, dropping his eyes and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “No, I guess not.”

“Good.” Cami replied in a sing-song voice, a smug smile pulling at her lips. She raised up on her tip-toes and placed a single kiss to his cheek with a loud smack. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go finish this gingerbread while you work on the lights.” She turned on her heel and skipped back to the kitchen.

Damien watched as the bouncy blonde sashayed away, unable to fight the triumphant smirk tugging the corners of his mouth upwards. “Curmudgeon, indeed.” He mumbled with a low chuckle before turning back to the task at hand.

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An hour and a half, two beers and a tuna fish sandwich later, Damien stood back to survey the glistening Christmas tree. Despite the rocky start, the time had surprisingly flown by quicker than he’d expected. It definitely helped that Cami had started busting out lyrics to her favorite Christmas tunes, singing along to the music and swaying to the rhythm as she stirred and rolled and then proceed to clean up her gingerbread. The beer helped too, but the occasional peek of his giddy holiday-loving girlfriend in the kitchen gave him a happy sense of pride in his work. Damn if that woman didn’t bring out the goofy side of him … and make him enjoy it along the way.

He heard the clatter of a pan and slamming of the oven door in the background before the soft footsteps approached. “Oh wow …” he heard Camille murmur as she came up behind him, tucking her arm into his as she stared at the tree. “Great job, Detective … are you ready to decorate now?”

Damien groaned audibly, glancing over his shoulder to the couch calling his name. “I’m guessing that can’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Damien …” Camille’s voice dipped as she gave him a look. The look.

“Alright, alright … I kind of figured.” He exhaled a long sigh. “I went ahead and grabbed all the ornaments anyway, just in case.”

“See, you know the routine. But nice try anyway.” Camille gave him a quick peck on the cheek and a wink before she started digging through the boxes of ornaments sitting on the coffee table.

“You know, I think I’m gonna need another beer for this.” Damien tried to escape to the kitchen swiftly, but was caught by a hand on his forearm before he could make it.

“Absolutely not … I got us some egg nog. You can’t drink beer while you trim the Christmas tree.”

“But Cami-“ Damien started to argue.

“And I got you a big bottle of spiced rum to go with it.” Camille gave him a knowing grin.

Damien chuckled deep in his throat, nodding his head in assent. “Fine, deal … it’s almost like you know me or something.”

The pair worked together to hang all their ornaments, Camille continuing to sing along to the Christmas carols and both of them drinking several glasses of egg nog along the way. By the end of their decorating, they were both feeling the holiday spirit in more ways than one. After hanging the last ornament, Camille took a step back and nestled into Damien’s arms as they gave their finished product a once-over. She let out a breath slowly, her jaw opened wide in amazement. “D, it looks amazing!”

Damien grinned proudly as he glanced over to her beside him, his heart warming at the sight of her eyes sparkling as they reflected the lights. “Yeah … not bad if I do say so myself. But I think we can do better.”

Cami furrowed her brow in confusion and looked over to him. “What? What are you talking about? It looks great.”

He gave her an amused look, gesturing towards the top of the tree, bare and unadorned. “You forgot the best part, didn’t you?”

Her mouth formed a tight “O” as it dawned on her. “Of course, the star! Will you help me put it on?” She scurried over to the last remaining box, Damien’s eyes following intently as she delicately unwrapped the layers of tissue paper. When she reached the last layer and tugged it away, delving her hand into the box- “Hhh!” she gasped, tugging her hand away quickly as if frightened. She stood still for a moment, her gaze never leaving the contents hidden in the shadows of the box. Finally, she dipped her hand back in and curled her fingers around the tiny blue velvet box, holding it precariously in the palm of her hand as she swiveled to face him. “Damien?” Her eyes, filled with hope and shock and a joy unlike anything he’d ever seen before, flitted upwards to meet his.

Damien stepped forward nervously, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He had pictured this moment so many times in his mind, never a doubt in his mind since the first moment his lips had met hers almost two years ago … but now that it was here, now that it was actually happening, it was more intense than he could have imagined. “I hope you like it.” That was all he could think to say as he reached into her hand to grip the small box, prying open the lid to expose a modest engagement ring.

Camille didn’t respond, just exhaled softly while she processed the gravity of this moment. She studied the ring, a simple princess cut solitaire on a white gold band embedded with tiny diamonds along the sides … perfectly classic, perfectly her, perfectly them. “Damien, I … I …” she shook her head, trying to focus her fleeting thoughts until one obscure thought nestled into her conscious mind. “But, you were being such a grump today?” She asked quizzically, still unsure how this day had taken such a turn.

Damien’s head fell back as he laughed, a deep rumbling laugh that made Camille giggle in return. “Yes, well … I had to keep you on your toes, you know. I wanted this to be a surprise.” He grinned wide, relieved to see a relaxed smile on her face.

“You definitely surprised me!” She chuckled, nudging him roughly on the shoulder. “And here I was giving you shit about being a curmudgeon!”

Damien caught her hand and pulled her close, wrapping his other arm around her lower back. “Well I guess now you’ll just have to call me Curmudgeon Claus …” he smirked and dipped his head, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. Camille snaked one hand around his neck, lacing her fingers in his hair as the other one held tightly to the blue velvet box nestled between them.

Damien stopped mid-kiss, arching his neck to peer down at her face. “So was that a yes?”

Camille giggled happily, pulling him down to press his forehead against hers, her eyes closed as she basked in the beauty of this moment. “I don’t think I ever heard a question.”

Damien guffawed, stepping back with an embarrassed smile on his face as he ran his hand across his jaw. “Right, you’re right.” He reached down to grasp the box from her hand, retrieving the ring between his thumb and index finger before tucking the box in his pocket. He stepped forward and held the ring directly in front of her face, ducking his head to gaze into her eyes and tracing her cheekbone softly with the thumb of his other hand. “Camille Park, I never in a million years thought I’d be lucky enough to find one person I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. But when I met you, I knew I had met my match and I never wanted to let you go. Will you do me the great honor of being my wife?”

Camille placed her hand on top of his, nuzzling her face against the palm of his hand as the happy tears began welling in her eyes. “Damien Nazario, there is nothing in this world that would make me happier than being your wife.” She let out a gleeful sob and felt the tears begin falling down her cheeks as Damien released a relieved laugh. They both watched in awe as he slid the ring onto her left hand, beaming at each other before he reached down to wrap his arms tightly around her in a warm embrace. He picked her up and twirled her around, the joyous sound of their laughter mingling with the chords of “White Christmas” playing in the background.

When he finally set her down, after tucking a loose strand of blond hair behind her ear and gently pressing his lips to her temple, he leaned back to observe her basking in the afterglow. “So what now?”

Camille shrugged, her light eyes dancing with glee. “I don’t know, honestly. I’m sure we’ll figure it out. But for now … “ she nodded towards the empty treetop, “I think you owe me a star and a boost.”

“Yes ma’am.” Damien said with a wink. It may still only be November, but this was already the best Christmas ever.

END

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quirkydahlias · 7 years ago

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Could I have a thingy (wether it's hc or fic that's up to you :)) with a quirkless s/o, for Aizawa, where two people break into their house and have her at gun point, but Aizawa arrives in time to save the day. How would Aizawa react and what would he do to comfort his s/o? I hope this helps to give you an idea! Pretty please and thank you! ~ ❤

I’m writing a fic because I need something to fill my masterpost and tag list with ; o ; ! Hope that’s alright with you! I needed to flex a bit on coherent writing anyway~. Oof, I just noticed that I made this a fem!reader. I hope that’s okay ;;; _ ;;;)

Work In Progress ( Aizawa Shouta x Fem!Reader)

Aizawa always preferred to work at night.

Granted, he was an underground hero and had a day job as a teacher, what choice did the pro have? But even Aizawa had to admit, there were perks to working exclusively at night.

For one, it was easier to sneak up on villains when you could hide in the cover of darkness and shadow. And with his fighting style, stealth was the most ideal way of going about his patrol.

Secondly, things are awfully quieter at night, even in a city as large as Musutafu. There were less noisy people on the streets and fewer cars on the road. The most ideal time for Aizawa to get some time to himself.

And finally, there were fewer bystanders.

Aizawa Shouta has never been good with people. Saving them, certainly. But comforting panicking masses? Keeping key witnesses from bawling their eyes out?

It was an area he needed to work on. That was certain.

However, he could have never realized just how necessary that skill would become tonight as he finished his rounds and began the trek home.

It was around 2 in the morning, so he probably needed to be a bit more discreet when coming home if she was asleep. But even if the pro hero did wake her, it wasn’t anything new. After all, he made no moves to hide his habits from (F/N) when the two of them first moved in together. In fact, after a long dinner and a few drinks, Aizawa had gotten up and went to get ready for bed…only for (F/N)to find him asleep in the bathtub.

But that is neither here nor there.

Hanging off the side of their shared apartment complex, Aizawa was far too lazy to use the front door and opted to slide in through the balcony.

Before he slid the door aside, he paused.

The lights were on.

Not one light, but many, as evident by the bright glow against the curtain.

Instantly, the pro hero was extremely suspicious as (F/N) weren’t the type to waste energy so frivolously. Besides, he had warned (F/N) to keep the lights low at night as it made their shared home more inconspicuous.

If he moved through the balcony and into the living room, his shadow would be a huge giveaway.

So it was the bedroom window for him.

Pulling himself back up onto the rooftop, Shouta used the clothesline to swing up to the bedroom window and slide it open.

Good. (F/N) left it unlocked, just like he asked her to.

It was nice and dark inside the room, a stark contrast to the rest of the house. Already, Aizawa could pick up on a mix of voices coming from the living room and light whimpering.

It was the right move to enter through the bedroom.

He had to move quickly, but not rashly either.

Thankfully, the door was slightly ajar, making it easy for the pro hero to peek and see what was going on.

(F/N) was wrapped up in duct tape, her voice muffled by the tape covering her mouth as one of (F/N)’s assailants held his hand against your hand, the palm of his hand serving as a gun of some kind, from what Aizawa could tell.

He was speaking to someone, no-two people, who were rummaging in the corner of the room. Were they armed? Possibly. Looting? Most definitely.

Just some robbers. Typical.

It wasn’t as if they’d find anything, considering how barren and plain Aizawa prefers to keep his house. He claims that it’s more efficient to have less clutter, but everyone also knows that he’s far too tired to bother dusting shelves or wiping down tables. But we digress.

He needed to see them, all at the same time. Sliding out from the shadows, he clung to the side of the hall before making his way towards his girlfriend.

If he couldn’t see them, he needed to reach her first. And with (F/N) in his sights, that was something he could do.

Aizawa stiffened as the three robbers went silent, but relaxed when one cursed at how barren the living room was.

Aizawa reeled back, like a cat ready to pounce on his prey.

(F/N)’s eyes moved wildly, from the robber that was raiding the adjoining kitchen to the one that was digging through her bag. Then, bright red eyes caught her attention… as well as the attention of her captor.

But it was far too late.

Springing forward, Aizawa slammed into the robber who hovered above (F/N), wrapping his capture scarf around the criminal before throwing him against the one that was digging through her possessions. The force of this throw sending the two criminals tumbling before thumping against the wall, all wrapped up.

Two down, one to go.

Lifting her, as if she were a mere child, Aizawa moved her from her spot against the wall and down on the floor behind the couch where she had some cover from the last criminal and whatever their quirk was.

Aizawa glared down the criminal who raced into the living room, gun in hand.

There were only two options here. Either their quirk had something to do with metal or firearms, similar to Snipes. Or this robber was quirkless.

Not that it mattered too much to Shouta, who threw his scarf, wrapping it around the robber’s weapon before disarming him in one move. And before the robber could cry out in alarm or react, Aizawa was already on them, kneeing them in the gut before slamming their head against the island counter, pulling their arm back so far that it looked like it was on the verge of ripping.

“You chose the wrong apartment,” Aizawa tsked, clearly irritated as he reached into his back pocket and cuffed this robber, before wrapping up the criminal in his capture scarf and dragging the wannabe criminal along by the scruff of their neck. With casual flair, as if he was throwing out the garbage, Aizawa hung the three robbers off the edge of the balcony, watching them struggle in their restraints before he texted Mic for pickup.

The blond still had to be working at this hour, considering how late his show runs.

Turning back to (F/N), Aizawa softened, seeing how frightened she was. Her body was a leaf in the wind, tears staining her cheeks as she shut her eyes tight as if that would make everything disappear.

“Hey, this might hurt a little,” Shouta warned as he kneeled down next to her, carefully removing the duct tape before using a pocket knife that he kept in his utility belt to slice through the rest of the duct tape. Considering how much time it would have taken to bind her up like this, Aizawa figured she was held captive was a long time.

Far too long.

Giving her some awkward pets on the head, as if his girlfriend was a cat, Aizawa frowned, “I’m sorry, I should have finished my work sooner.”

“N-No,” She murmured, voice soft in fear of sounding too shaky should she raise her voice.

She was trying to be brave. He could see that as (F/N) wiped her tears and tried to stand, although her movements were clumsy. Evidently, she was still in a state of shock.

“Let’s go into the bedroom, it’s less open,” Shouta suggested as he placed a stern hand on the small of her back, letting her lean on him for some support as he coaxed his girlfriend in bed.

But even when surrounded by blankets and the cat-themed pillows Aizawa had gotten for her, Shouta could tell that she was still in dire need of comfort.

“Shit,” he cursed quietly, turning to leave the room for a moment, “I’m bad at this…”

Immediately, the moment he turned caused an instinctive reaction, (F/N) lurching forward to grab his hand.

An awkward silence befell the two of them as the two locked eyes.

“Please, Shouta,” (F/N) whispered, averting her gaze, “Stay with me…”

Aizawa cracked a small smile, loosening his girlfriend’s vice grip on him with a small tug, “I’ll be right back, I’m not leaving the house.”

And before she could protest any further, Aizawa was already down the hall and into the living room.

Jeez. It was an absolute mess. The table was overturned, what little shelving was removed as books and binders scattered the floor.

Grading was going to be hell tomorrow. But right now, Aizawa was on a mission. He needed to find something to help comfort his girlfriend.

They didn’t have a cat, since their apartment was strict against animals. So cute creatures were out of the list. He wasn’t like Mic, who could crack jokes all day long and get any one of the people he saved to laugh. Music could help, but Mic had ensured that Aizawa’s phone was filled with a bunch of Mic’s greatest works and episodes. Shouta wouldn’t wish to subjugate anyone to hours of listening to his closest friend rant on and on. Even on his worse enemy.

He didn’t have video games and nothing interesting was on at 2 in the morning. Perhaps food? Food was comforting, right?

Aizawa was almost certain that ‘comfort food’ was a thing. Even if he didn’t care to partake in it.

Entering the kitchen, Aizawa noted that all the cabinets were open, one door loose as it seemed to have been pried open. But Aizawa didn’t necessarily mind the damage, he was supposed to replace the finicky cabinet door anyway.

Reaching for the top cabinet, Shouta seized as many snacks as he could, all the while muttering the names of the ones that (F/N) was fond of.

What else soothed people? Tea? Coffee? Caffeine was probably a terrible idea at a time like this…maybe some milk?

So without wanting to spend too much time away from her, Aizawa returned to the room with arms filled with snacks and a glass of milk in one hand.

“Um,” (F/N) started, eyes widening at the haul that Aizawa brought back, “That’s a lot.”

“I wasn’t certain what you wanted, there isn’t much to carry anyway,” Aizawa replied, placing the glass down on the bedside table before plopping the goodies next to (F/N) and sliding in next to her.

Deciding to eat a bit of her anxiety away, (F/N) nibbled on some cookies while Aizawa rested next to her, his presence alone a huge comfort after being ripped away from a hostage situation so quickly.

“You know,” she began, leaning back to hide in his arms, Aizawa opening one eye to look down and meet her gaze, his attention peaked, “You’re not the best at comforting people.”

A lie, but one that Aizawa decided to humor as he pressed his lips against (F/N)’s forehead. Not kissing her, but just applying the lightest amount of pressure.

“Eh, It’s a work in progress,” The pro hero shrugged, shooting her one of his signature grins, which just made (F/N) laugh as she huddled closer to the pro hero.

#shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #canon x reader #canon x reader fic #BNHA #MHA #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfic #ill edit masterpost and tag list later #its 1:30 am everyone #im dead #EDIT: I added all the tags and updated my masterlists #yw

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level247-table-tech · 6 years ago

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as mentioned, these are hella long, and hella unedited, and i wrote them like a year ago.

sometimes, traits fall outta favour.

more often during years one might call ‘formative’, but things continue happening after that, and sometimes people change.

of course their sides change too. they might split, they might merge, they might coalesce, they might just fade away. not everybody has the same sides, as is ordinary when not every person has the same personality.

some have traits that simply aren’t so prominent. thomas’ deceit was decidedly not well-known or active much, and in honesty, nobody wanted him around much.

which was understandable. lying to other people isn’t something one should have as a side to themself, nor make a habit of.

but lying to other people isn’t all deceit handled for thomas. concerning himself with self-preservation and thomas’ own happiness, he monitored lies to himself the same way. there were a few. that was the main thing deceit occupied himself with.

but change was coming. thomas was getting into self-examination these days. trying to change his lifestyle, for the better… couldn’t be blamed.

this led thomas and the other sides to go examining their feelings, and looking at the lies they told themself- that too was nothing to be faulted for! thomas was trying to change… make less lies.

maybe sometimes, lying would be the right thing to do in the future. but lying is only an action. it doesn’t need to be deceit, when it isn’t long-term denial…

stop dancing around the matter, let’s be truthful for once.

with everyone opening up and finally working past those hidden things, it left things like deceit rather pointless. no doubt about it, there would very soon be no need for deceit. which left three choices.

number one: give up. fade away. accept being better off as only formless thoughts that only ever pop up to be silenced. virgil can handle matters of self-preservation, or preservation of others for that matter. he’s less self-absorbed like that.

number two: force his influence. bury all the newfound positivity back down, burn it all, start again. this is terrible. the only reason to do it would be to continue lying. it wouldn’t even help thomas, and the sudden absence of positivity, the amount of blocking brightness it would take would be downright delusional. even depressive.

not an option.

number two

number three: change. represent something other than lying. the flaws are so obvious. the difficulty, the differentness. who knows if anything else would even stick. and if he changed, who knows if he would even be at all the same? most of what deceit can call his own has to do with his current trait. he doesn’t have a lot of separate interests, he doesn’t have a separate name. even the way he likes to dress looks villainous and shadowy. his face itself surely needs nothing to be said.

there are so many reasons option #3 is insane. so many problems with changing, when all he has is symbols of falsehood. he could end up uncomfortable with the new de-

the new whatever trait.

dying down and staying asleep forever would be so much easier.

any other options?

if there’s change, he could merge with someone. of course, who knows if that would take. merging someone with pure lies? even if it stuck, whatever came out of such a fusion wouldn’t be either of them.

and let’s be real. thinking through this many options? deceit clearly wants to stay. it’s the only reason he’d be thinking about this so much, trying to find more options. he doesn’t want to stop being anything, and it’s so like him, isn’t it? self-preservation- for all of his selves. for thomas, and for himself too it seems.

option number three it is. if it fails, though, well. no one needs enough deceit to form a side. he’ll go.

where to start…

(end of chapter one)

he tries.

very, very hard.

the first step, he decides, is to stop being the way he is. which is reasonable if he’s trying to change.

he makes a normal face. lighter clothes, more yellow, less black. hangs his hat, his cape, ignores the cold.

it takes more effort than he would have wished, but he didn’t expect it to be easy.

not being a hidden person, he has to go downstairs and talk to people. of course. he has to walk down the stairs in a yellow t-shirt, and he hopes he doesn’t look disgusted or sound mocking when he speaks honest words for the first time in… since he slipped up, probably. when was that…

everyone actually seems kind of hard-pressed to recognize him- even virgil, though that could be because he has never, ever tried so hard to act exactly wrong. impersonations notwithstanding, and even then he usually had something enough in common, to ease the trouble of acting so different.

everyone was only so accepting of another among their number, it seems, while half-asleep and without caffeine. he’s given questions as soon as anyone has the acuity to ask. name. trait. new? all along the same lines. no one actually recognizes him, hard as they try. fortunate.

he responds mainly along the lines of not knowing the answers to any of what they say, and on the inside he’s half cursing himself for lying more, and half defending himself by saying they aren’t going to be deceit anymore, and don’t know what to do next. actually, not knowing could easily be a problem. what did he know when he came into being, is any of this even realistic? he never chose a name, but.

oh, they’re talking. he’s gonna have to get used to being social, if he wants to really be different. is it still too late to go back and fade away instead? he tries to listen to what’s happening outside, and keep it all in mind. when a response is needed, he doesn’t lie. it takes some effort. lying isn’t quite automatic, but when he has to think about an answer, resisting the impulse is necessary. everyone’s talking. it honestly is hard to keep track of. looking at them, though, nobody seems really suspicious? it’s hard to tell in the case of logan, but virgil isn’t paying attention to him in favour of his phone, which is probably for the best.

deceit really should be more attentive. and figure out what trait he is. how does he do that…

they’re looking to him for an answer now. fuck. what was the question. he waits a couple seconds hoping whatever it was will come to him, then answers. “Uh… no?”

patton giggles. “Then why are you wearing so much of it?”

“Uhhhhhh…” what was the question?

“Apologies if we’re overwhelming you with questions. We can figure more out later. For now, however, do you know who we are?” thank you!

yes. “No.”

“I am Logan, Thomas’ logical side. Roman is the princely side in the crown pajamas, and Virgil is the side wearing the black hoodie. And this-”

“My name is Patton, moral side and feelings central. But you can call me Dad! And if you’re not too keen on yellow, what colors do you like?”

“Oh uh- I do like yellow? Also, um, orange.” and green, but that might be too deceit-like.

“Thought you might. Anyways, welcome to the Thomas Sanders household! Mindhold? There are a few other sides, but they aren’t around so much.”

“Do you think I’ll meet them?” that one was an honest question. other dark sides might recognize him better, but he wasn’t keeping them in the dark now. he couldn’t tell when they were out.

“Almost definitely, eventually, but I wouldn’t say soon!” thank you for that helpful answer patton. thanks a bunch. very informative. …he said that aloud. “Oh. Sorry kiddo. I just don’t know.”

…this is already going swimmingly. he upset patton. counterproductive combined with the fact he now feels like scum, deceit winces. got to keep a tighter lid on the train of thought, new kid. he resolves to make certain that he has an excuse for knowing everything. “So who are those other sides?”

“The last one we saw was Deceit, no-name guy, exactly what he sounds like.”

logan speaks up, having returned to the table with a jar of Crofter’s. few things have ever seemed more appealing than trying it right now, but logan is talking. “He seems most likely to show up in the future, having revealed himself recently. He wears a capelet and gloves, has a bowler hat, and most recognizably has scales on the entire left side of his face, but if you see him, he might actually be disguised as someone else. One of us, most likely.” is he done? would he mind sharing the Crofter’s with a poor new side who’s never had it? that much is extremely true, in actuality, though it is sad.

…too much silence, gotta respond somehow, “Oh dear! What would he fool me into doing?” bad move, gotta change the subject away from his former persona… a former persona of a persona. existence is strange as ever, yep, and this particular abstraction isn’t making it any less complex.

logan continues speaking without looking up at him. “Go along with his plans to put Thomas above others. I can only assume that’s what he’s trying to accomplish, anyway.” like he ever had a chance to get any such thing accomplished.

“Oh, that’s not right! Thomas isn’t more important, he doesn’t…” he attempts to look distressed. of course other people are important. but it’s their job to help this person not hurt people, and honesty is painful sometimes.

“Glad we’re on the same page. If you see Deceit, he lies all the time. Nothing from him is true, don’t take it the wrong way.” untrue both technically and actually. but whatever.

end of chapter two. and the last of it.

i’m also gonna add the tags here. “ #the point is he's trying to change everything about himself #instead of realizing the things about himself that aren't linked to lying are in fact himself #and if he keeps lying about things he likes he will end up with only things he hates #he can make it. but he has to be 100% honest #which it won't occur to him to be yet! #i lov how outside dialogue the only thing capitalized is Crofter's “

in my drafts, i just use tags as notes to future me. i’m not even good at explaining things to myself, honestly, but he’d have to focus on the things that make him a person more than a job. but then completely rejecting the basis of what he was doing, self-preservation, wasn’t really going to be a change.

#sanders sides #janus sanders #tabletech #yeah #feels newly relevant despite being unfinished #i mean i guess i could finish it but i'm bad at that #you can tell because i'm already working on another piece of writing #i'm gonna finish the current one before that if i do for definite

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yourkittywilde · 6 years ago

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i like me better when i’m with you

TAGGING → @yourkittywilde & @sammynolanh

TIME FRAME → ummm mid feburary (i think. i’m terrible).

LOCATION → NYC locations + Sammy’s apartment

WARNINGS → Alcohol. Also this is HELLA long.

NOTES → Sammy returns from filming in LA. There’s coffee, napping, and drinking. And they decide to move in together when they get to LA.

KITTY

Kitty was still debating even showing up to meet Sammy as she got to the coffee shop. It was easier to feel like she didnt need or want him around when he was thousands of miles away. She had done everything she could think of to prepare herself for his realization that they couldn't work any longer -- shed given dude back, she'd taken down the Polaroids from her wall, and kept Netflix off since it always seemed to watch to recomend she watch his movies again . Kitty had told him over and over again that she was terrible at relationships and she would eventually push him away, and the blonde felt as though it may have sunk in. Her heart sinks to her stomach when she sees her boyfriend -- he was still her boyfriend, right? -- and she wants to turn and run. But she could hardly avoid him forever (she'd tried that once). She swallowed nervously and took a seat across from him, looking down at the cup in his hand and up at him. "Hey. Welcome home."

SAMMY

Sammy was so lost in his thoughts, looking down at his hands, that he hadn’t even seen or heard Kitty sit across from him until he heard her voice which removed him from thoughts, a smile appearing on his lips without a second thought. He was happy to see her, and even went to hug her until he remembered the terms they were on and he reserved himself. He didn’t even know if she wanted him to touch her. “I- sorry... hey, thanks. It’s good to be back.” He offered her a small smile. “How are you?” He asked, not that he really expected to get an answer from her but he did want to know.

KITTY

Kitty's lips press together sadly as she watches Sammy move in and then change his mind. This was awkward... They really should have done this over text message or the phone or something equally less confronting."its fine... and yeah, I bet." She says simply, her fingers idly combing through her hair. "Yup... i'm great." It was the answer that fell from her lips whenever she was forced to engage in small talk. Truthfully this week had somehow managed to be one of the best weeks of her life... while simultaneously sucking. "How's Dude?"

SAMMY

Sammy chewed on his lip and sat quietly in his chair, hearing Kitty make bullshit conversation. He only had one question on his mind and he couldn’t wait to get an answer. “Did you come here to break up with me?” He blurted out, maybe a little too loud. “Do you not love me anymore?” He asked a lot quieter and feeling extremely vulnerable like he didn’t want to hear the answer. He looked away from her, feeling himself become emotional as her took deep breaths.

KITTY

Her eyebrows furrow, and she's surprisingly not even concerned about who might be listening to their conversation. "I dont love you." It meant to come off as a question, but the way her heart was beating from her chest was making it difficult to breathe let alone fully understand what was happening right now and respond appropriately. She had been just waiting for it to be over with. "I don't want to break up with you." The words stumble only a little. "I mean, I thought about it... a lot. When we started dating I was basically homeless, I was this poor college student, and you were... well, you." She shrugs. "And I want to be successful, Sammy. Like not the sort of successful people settle for, the sort where Im on top. I dont want to always be questioned if I'm getting somewhere because I'm Samuel Hummel's girlfriend." She pauses, and steals Sammy's coffee, bringing it to her lips -- she needed caffeine way more than he did right now. "But aren't you here to end things anyway? So none of this even matters."

SAMMY

Sammy felt his heart drop to the floor but continued listening as she spoke, a mix of emotions running through him. He scoffed. “Kitty, I want you to be successful. I want you to be more than successful... and like you’ve said, I’m a C list actor. I’m nothing. You’re fucking awesome, you’ll come on top because you’re you...” he huffed and furrowed his brows as she took his cup from him. The sleeve falling apart from him picking at it. “End things? You’re the one who didn’t want to talk to me. ...I just want to fix things... I just want to understand why you won’t open up to me... I thought we were past this.”

KITTY

"You're B list." She admits. "And you're not nothing. Everyone loves you. But the world is biased." She shakes her head and slides back the tattered coffee cup to the brunette. "Theres always some old white man somewhere who believes a woman cant make it without a man." Aka her father. But sammy was right, everytime kitty thinks she's making progress opening up to Sammy, life intervenes and her first response is to push the man away. But she didnt really know how to put that into words. "How am I supposed to know when I can open up to you and when I cant? You're never here, Sammy. I get it, you have work or... whatever...but, while you've been off working I've been here."

SAMMY

As Kitty pushed back the cup to him, he took hold of her hand gently and nodded “You’re right. There will always be someone saying you can’t do it. You don’t think I’ve heard it a million times? I’m a joke to some people and while, yes it sucks, I still believe in what I do and so should you... Who fucking cares what the others think when you’re out there being successful and living your best life... I know you’re going to make it big someday.” He assured her and shook his head as he squeezed her hand. “Kitty, you can always talk to me, no matter where I am. I’m always going to be there to listen and support you. I don’t know where you get the idea that I won’t.” He sighed.

KITTY

Kitty doesnt move away when Sammys hand touches hers. In fact she could almost feel herself start to relax -- It was comforting, the sort of comfort she'd never been able to find with anyone else. "I don't care what everyone thinks." Not really a lie. "I care what my parents think." Kitty looks down at their hands, and sighs under her breath. "If I can't get them to believe I can make it on my own, how do I get the rest of the world?" Her gaze moves to meet Sammy, and she bites down on her lip softly as she listens to him talk. "I cant do that. I can't just call you up and talk to you about my feelings... I'm not that girl. I need you here." She takes a breath, and reminds herself that hes a celebrity and they're in public. "I'm sorry for telling you I didn't want to talk to you? But since when do you actually listen to me when I tell you to leave? Or stay away? So, i dont know, it seemed fair to assume you were done."

SAMMY

Sammy nodded, knowing what it was about now. “I know, babe. But you’ll show them. You’re going to make it big and then they’ll know, whether they accept it or not.” He brought her hand up to his lips and then caressed it against his face. “I know and it hasn’t been easy for me to be away either. I know it’s not the same as us being together and I’m sorry for being away for so long but it is something I can’t control, Kitty... that’s something we’ll have to work on and hopefully get better at. But once we’re in LA it shouldn’t be a problem....” he sighed and dropped their hands back down but still holding hers in his. “I wanted to to give you the space you asked for... I was going to call you and all but then you gave Dude back and I didn’t know what to think... I thought you were done with me, too.” He confessed.

KITTY

Kitty nods, she logically knows Sammy had no control over his filming schedule... She just missed her boyfriend. Besides, he'd done everything he could to be back as much as possible. "I know." There's a faint smile on her lips for the first time when he kisses her hand, and all she wants to do is lean over the table and actually kiss him. "I don't think I can do long distance anymore." She says honestly. "So if you could plan your next movie for when I'm in L.A that would be great." Kitty's tone is very matter of fact, because while she trusted Sammy -- shockingly -- it was too easy for her to push him away wen he wasn't here, for her to just assume he wasn't coming back. She shakes her head, "No...I'm not done with you."

SAMMY

Sammy felt a sigh of relief leave his lips and his body visibly relaxed at her words. They were out of the woods for now. “I have no upcoming movies, I got all my filming out of the way this month... any news on jobs out in LA for you?” He asked, hopeful for her. He moved over to the chair next to Kitty’s just wanting to be closer to her. He leaned against her and kissed her cheek. “Good, cause I’m not done with you either. We should go out tonight.” He suggested.

KITTY

Kitty actually found herself smiling when Sammy moved closer, an hour ago she was convinced her relationship was coming to an end, smiling didn't feel even close to doable. She shifts her hand to rest contently on his leg, "I actually got a job." Her smile widened, it was the first time she had said the words out loud... Or told anyone besides a professor at NYU. "I got the job... It's entry level obviously, and I think there's currently a 'kitty wilde destroyed my life club' because of it, but I had a meeting with TMZ on Valentine's Day -- I think they got sick of my daily emails with new and amazing reasons why they should hire me." She shrugged. "Anywhom... I pitched a few stories, and they didn't hate them, I guess. I found out on Monday I got a job... I wanted to tell you, but well... yeah. Just don't tell me that I'm an awful person. That's old news, and besides, I did what I needed to do." She turned to him and bit down on her lip as she realized she sort of just rambled on. "Yes, let's go out tonight." Kitty murmurs happily, not able to stop herself from looking at his lips. "Since we're not breaking up right now can I kiss you again?"

SAMMY

Sammy did a double take as she said the words. He was so happy for her. “What? You got the job?!” He asked ecstatically, a huge dopey grin reached his ears as he pulled her in for a tight hug, rocking her back and forth in her seat. He knew how much she wanted it and how hard she worked for it. “Holy shit, babe. That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.” He pulled away slightly but not before kissing her deeply. “You can kiss me as many times as you want.” He grinned. “So, when do you start?”

KITTY

Kitty hadn't expected that reaction from Sammy -- she honestly hadn't expected that reaction from anyone considering the circumstances. She grins and wraps her arms around him tightly, allowing herself to be genuinely super happy about everything for the first time since she got the news. "I got the job." She repeats and laughs a little, finally feeling her body relax as he embraced her. "Thanks, hot shot." She says with a soft smile before leaning into his lips -- beyond thankful she didn't have to give that up. "Good... The whole making out thing is most of the reason I have a boyfriend." She teases, before pulling away. "I start in a month... But I guess a week of that has already passed now... so three weeks?"

SAMMY

Sammy rolled his eyes at her comment but then raised his brow “So you’re moving to LA in less than a month? Girl, we have to look for places and areas, LA can be very sketchy.” He warned her.

KITTY

"I move to LA in less than a month..." She scrunches up her nose a little as she repeats the words, the girl hadn't really thought about how quick that sounded. "I sort of didn't think about the whole physical moving part to be honest. I was more worried about the job part. I haven't even started looking for places to live." She admits. "But I survived in my tiny shoe box apartment in a somewhat sketchy area in New York, I'm sure LA is going to be easy."

SAMMY

“Holy crap, Kitty. We need to look for places for you. I can help you. And I need to look for a place too, hopefully somewhere close to you...” he rambled as he pulled out his phone. “Well, yeah. But people are more homey here. LA is filled with mean people who don’t give a fuck about you.” He mentioned as he shot a text to his assistant.

KITTY

"Sammy..." She smiled, and rested her hand on his arm. "We have time... and you don't have to move." Granted after their last conversation it probably wouldn't be great for their relationship, but Kitty wasn't about to force anyone to move their life to a new state. "Breathe. Nothing has to be sorted right now... I just got my boyfriend back, and you're probably the only person on the planet right now who can share my excitement. So can we go and celebrate or something? ... Now that we're definitely not breaking up?" She added, needing to make sure with certainty she wasn't about to let her walls down again to be heartbroken like an hour later.

SAMMY

Sammy had set his mind a while back when Kitty has first mentioned LA and it was somewhere he definitely wanted to be with Kitty. It also just made sense for his career in general and his agent and assistant would be thrilled for him to be in the city. More opportunities for him to work on. “Oh, I’m moving. What if you find a hotter Netflix star?” He joked. “I’m definitely gonna be around.” He grinned and kissed her cheek. “Okay, yes. We will look at this later, I have to go home and check on Dude before we do anything tonight. You coming?”

KITTY

"True... LA is crawling with hot Netflix stars. And I might actually have a shot with Luke if you're not standing in the way like you were at the Christmas party." She muses teasingly and smiles bashfully at the kiss on her cheek. There was no doubt in her mind, she already had the hottest one. Kitty perked up at the mention of seeing Dude, she hadn't seen him in days and that felt like a really really long time to her. The two hadn't spent that long apart since Sammy and Kitty went to Florida. "Yes." She nods, trying not to show how enthusiastic she was about seeing the dog. "He's okay... Yeah?" She asks standing up from the chair. "Like, when you got him. He was ok?"

SAMMY

Sammy flares at Kitty. “That’s not funny, cause Luke actually asked me for your number a few days after that.” He bit his lip at the confession and looked away. “Anyway, yeah, he’s doing great. He was very excited to see me so I suppose that’s a good sign.” He smiled at Kitty as he stood with her. “Let’s go, okay? I’m sure Dude is going to be ecstatic to see you.”

KITTY

"Whoa whoa whoa." Kitty lowers her voice to try and jokingly resemble her boyfriend's. "Did you sabotage my chances with Luke? Again?" She feigns shock, looking up and scrunching her nose at Sammy. Not that she cared, it was Sammy she wanted... she just didn't want to admit that at the time. "That's good." She responds about Dude, feeling a pang of guilt when she thinks about him not being with either of them for a few days. The idea of ending a relationship with Sammy and losing Dude on the same day hurt way too much. She pushes open the door of the coffee shop, and feels the cold air brush her cheeks immediately. "I'm sorry I gave him back." She eventually gets the words to roll from her tongue, folding her arms in front of her chest. "How did you get here?"

SAMMY

Sammy looked away sheepishly as he bit his lips. “He wasn’t right for you.” Sammy mentioned as he made his way out the door with Kitty, searching for her hand and intertwining their fingers together. “It’s okay. We forgive you.” He smiled at the girl. “I walked. Needed to clear my head but it didn’t really work, I was really nervous about everything.” Sammy shrugged, bringing her hand back up to his lips. It was very comforting to him.

KITTY

"Worst. Wingman. Ever." She replies, sideeyeing Sammy. "Is this where you get really cheesy and tell me he couldn't have been right for me because you are?" Her fingers latch into his and the girl cant help the soft smile from dancing on her lips, thankful he wasnt holding it against her that she stopped looking after the dog -- God knows if the situation was reversed Kitty wouldn't be as forgiving. She wants to apologize and tell him it won't happen again, but she wasn't going to make a promise she couldn't keep. Because it didnt matter how many perfect words Sammy sang it was like Kitty was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. "There's no polar blast, so we can walk, I guess." She comments, squeezing his hand gently. "Still nervous?"

SAMMY

Sammy shook his head and brushed off her comment with a small laugh. He knew he wasn’t perfect for Kitty but he also knew Luke definitely wasn’t either. He pressed soft kisses to her hand and walked idly along with her down the sidewalk. He definitely felt relieved but he was always nervous about Kitty, he didn’t know if he’d ever not be. And sometimes, most times, it was a good kind of nervous as it had become now. Sammy shrugged a little and leaned his head on hers. “You always make me nervous.” He sighed with a small smile.

KITTY

"Because I'm so unpredictably wild?" She asks with a short laugh. "Kidding... I know you're being sappy." Kitty nudges his side playfully. The two were so different, and maybe on paper they shouldn't work, but the thought of not being with him scared the blonde more than anything had in some time -- the past week showed her that. "So where are we going tonight? Because as much as I love Sassy Nights, it reminds me of my lost dreams of becoming a stripper."

SAMMY

“Yeah, honestly. You are unpredictable, but I love that about you.” He responded with a small nod as he brought their hands back down, he ended up wrapping his arm around her shoulder instead. “Okay, where would you like to go? I’m down for any hole in the wall bar.” He smiled.

KITTY

"You do?" She furrows her brows, knowing there's a part of him that's probably lying about that -- like, surely no one wants to constantly be guessing if they're girlfriend is going to push them away today. Kitty snakes her arm around his waist and leans her head contently on his chest. "A hole in the wall sounds great... anywhere you can avoid paparazzi and girls trying to steal you away all dang night." She muses, biting down on her lip gently -- she would fight anyone for Sammy, but she had only just got him back. Her lips curl into a smile when they get to Sammy's apartment building, it had been weeks since shed been here but the familiarity of the place was comforting. Plus, dude was inside!

SAMMY

“I think so, yeah. Like don’t get me wrong you frustrate me sometimes but it keeps me on my toes and I like that... idk maybe that’s the actor in me liking the roller coaster of emotions.” He shrugged with a nervous chuckle “I’m sure there will be girls trying to steal me away at any bar.” He teased and shoved her playfully as they reached his apartment. He greeted the doorman and they made their way up to the apartment. Upon entering they were immediately greeted by the cheerful puppy. Sammy crouched down to pick him. “Hey little dude, excited to see someone.” He chuckled and handed him off to Kitty after a few licks from the pup.

KITTY

Kitty nods slowly as he talks. "You are a very emotional person." She comments with a teasing smile. "No girls are allowed to steal you away tonight." She says with a serious look, her eyebrows furrowed. "You're mine, they can go and find someone whose girlfriend isnt prepared to set a killer dog on them. Maybe we should go to a gay bar..." she pauses as she remembers Sammy would probably be more interested in that. "Actually, no." Kitty grinned the second they entered the apartment and Dude showed up. She bites her lip a little nervously watching the two and feeling kinda guilty for giving him back. Sammy and dude were like... family. "Hey..." she takes him into her arms, her nose scrunching as he licks it. "Sorry, buddy." She says softly to him. "But hey, your dad's home." She smiles and looks at Sammy. "Yeah I know, im totally the fun one."

SAMMY

“No one could steal me away from you even if they tried. I’m yours babygirl.” He smiled back at her. “Alright, we’ll find a place.” He nodded. He made his way further into the apartment and sat down on his couch, looking up at Kitty. “C’mere.” He said reaching out for her.

KITTY

Not that she'd admit it -- because petnames were super cheesy -- but it still made kitty's heart race whenever he called her that. She rolls her eyes playfully and with the pup still in her arms she moves to where Sammy is sitting, straddling his waist before letting Dude off onto the couch. "I missed you." She murmurs quietly as she looks down and picks off the little dog hairs from his shirt one by one. "Hey.. are you still going to think I'm a good person when I'm writing about people... like, that you know?"

SAMMY

Sammy waited for the puppy to jump off to wrap his arms around the girl. “I’ve missed you, too. So much.” He told her with soft smile as he pressed kisses to her head. “I mean you’re not writing lies... I don’t see how writing the truth would make you a bad person.” He replied honestly.

KITTY

The faint look of worry on her face changes with Sammy's words. Why couldn't everyone see it as he did? "You're awfully open minded for an actor who's sort-of-sexy face is all over our site." Our site -- it felt way more real now that Sammy knew. She looks up to meet his eyes before leaning in to kiss him, smiling against his lips as the taste off coffee still lingers. "Thank you though." She says quietly as she pulls away. "So I guess now I'm moving to LA in three weeks, we're not going to Mexico?" She asks, her fingers twirling into hair as she speaks.

SAMMY

Sammy shrugged. He had always been pretty open minded about most things. “Sort of sexy?” He raised a brow at her but melted into her kiss. “Mexico?” He asked, forgetting for a moment about what they had talked about. “Oh, right, sorry. My brain is all jumbled. We can still go to Mexico. It would be nice to take a little vacation just the two of us.” He smiled at the girl and squeezed his arms tightly around her.

KITTY

"You forgot?" Kitty shakes her head. "What is it you think about when you're away anyway? Because when Dude and I aren't having elaborate coffee dates, I'm thinking about you... On a beach...wearing very little clothing." She smirks, as she presses soft loving kisses along his jaw. "But I guess we can also do that in LA now come summer, so I'll forgive you for forgetting our incredibly briefly discussed vacation." To be fair their conversation had been a little about mexico and a lot about threesomes. "Is there anything I can do to help with the whole jumbled brain thing?" She asks genuinely. Normally that comment wouldn't get a second thought from Kitty, but it was Sammy, and Sammy seemed to always be an exception.

SAMMY

“Mostly scripts I have to learn and publicity shit.” He replied honestly. “And I think about missing you and being here with you...” he smiled at her and tilted his head as she pressed kisses to his skin. “I mean, we can still go. I can get things set up so we can go before LA, unless you want to wait until after we move in.” Sammy told her and looked down at her with a genuine smile. “It’s getting better. But I think I’m just tired from all the work I did this month. But thank you for offering.” He told her and kissed her cheek.

KITTY

"I'm not gonna have a whole lot of time when I get to LA... I'm not as charming as you, and it's really important to me to not to mess anything up, you know? I need this job to go well." She says with half a shrug. "We can go to Mexico, but it's not the end of the world if we dont, babe... It was a passing conversation." Kitty nods at his answer, "Do you want to take a nap or... something? I can take Dude to the park or go back to Louis' for a bit. And we can always just go out tomorrow night... give you time to relax or whatever it is B list celebs do when they finish filming movies."

SAMMY

“I totally get that.” He nodded and rubbed her back. “We will do whatever you want to do. I’m in no rush.” He responded. He pouted playfully because he was thinking of a nap but he didn’t want kitty to leave. “You know me. But I don’t want you to go. I want you to be my body pillow.” He said as he squeezed around her and buried his face in her neck. “You’re comfy.” He mumbled against her skin.

KITTY

"There's always after graduation." Between working and college, Kitty's not even sure how she'll have time to see Sammy let alone go out of the country -- though there are worse places to be confined to than L.A. She laughs a little at Sammy's pout, rolling her eyes. "Fiine" She grumbles jokingly, and pulls herself up from the boy's lap before extending him her hand to take. "I'll stay. C'mon.... Let's go take a nap, sleepy head."

SAMMY

Sammy grinned. “I love you so much.” He chuckled as he took her hand and followed her back to his bedroom. “Just like an hour nap then we can get ready to go out, promise.” He told her as he jumped into his bed.

KITTY

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that before." She laughs softly, watching as the puppy follows Sammy's lead in jumping onto the bed. "It's like having two of you home." She teases, following them both and crawling up next to the scruffy haired brunette. "I love you." Kitty strokes his cheek lightly before leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Just in case I haven't told you in a while." And she hadn't... Not since before she snapped at him. Dude curled up between their legs and Kitty let's her boyfriend's head rest on her chest. "I'm glad you're home." She says simply as her fingers stroke through his hair. "Now go to sleep so we can do something not boring."

SAMMY

Sammy yawned briefly before cuddling into Kitty’s side. “I’m glad I’m home, too.” He smiled and soon drifted to sleep, only to awake about 45 minutes later feeling a lot better and refreshed. He stretched himself out in bed and looked to his side to see if Kitty had stuck around.

KITTY

Kitty didnt have the 'sleep anywhere' skill Sammy had -- she sort of envied the way he was able to just fall asleep at any time. She had put on the television, quietly watching it with Dude as her boyfriends head rested on her. "Hey. Welcome back." She joked when she realized he was awake. "Feel any better?"

SAMMY

Sammy smiled up at Kitty with squinting eyes and nodded as he continued to stretch. “Mhmm. Lot better.” He murmured and went up to kiss Kitty on the cheek. He sat up and pet Dude before turning back to look at Kitty again. “Imma go ahead and take a shower. Do you want to join?” He asked with a raised brow.

KITTY

"Good idea... you smell like... a boy." Kitty scrunches her nose teasingly before nodding, "I should probably check the water pressure." She replies with a half smile. "Since you know, its been a while since I've been here." The girl gets up from the bed, stretching slightly as though she had just been asleep -- it was kind of exhausting doing nothing. "Come on, hot shot. Before you decide you need to sleep again."

SAMMY

Sammy laughed and and got off the bed, following her to the bathroom. His arms wrapped around her waist from behind as he kissed her shoulder. “I’ve miss you so so much.” He gave her a tight hug before he pulled away to remove his shirt and pants. Then he walked over to turn the water on, making sure it was at the right temperature before turning back to Kitty. “Ladies first.” He grinned

KITTY

"Oh my gosh." She laughs at the arms suddenly embracing her tightly from behind. "I missed you too, weirdo." Kitty turns to him as he pulls away, her smile widening a little when his clothes come off -- she couldn't help it. "You're still a little good looking I see." She smirks and takes her own clothes off, not really caring about them falling to the ground messily. "That's very gentlemanly of you... also very 1950s." She steps into the warm water, and holds out her hand for Sammy and pulls him in with her. "Much better."

SAMMY

Sammy winked at her and joined her under the water. He lets the hot water collide against his back for a moment, letting out a soft groan of pleasure before he pulls Kitty under the stream with him. “How’s the water pressure?” He asked

KITTY

Kitty presses her lips together and hums softly at the question, letting the water wet her hair and warm the rest of her body. "I give it an eight out of ten." She says with a simple nod, letting her hands glide gently down Sammy's side idly as she talked. "The company is... slightly above average."

SAMMY

“Slightly above average, huh?” He raised a brow. “And what could said company do to make it better?” He asked with a bite to his lip as he admires the girl’s body, glistening under the water.

KITTY

Kitty shrugs. "The company should come closer." She muses, her fingers lingering on his abs as she lifts her eyes to meet his. "And then the company should probably stop talking and start kissing me... sort of like kissing in the rain, but we're less likely to catch pneumonia which makes it way more romantic."

SAMMY

Sammy bit his lip as she spoke. His hands wandered to her waist and pulled her in close, her front touching his. He leaned down, his lips ghosted over hers and he nipped at them gently before he kissed her deeply.

KITTY

Her eyes followed Sammy's movements, and she couldn't stop her heart from speeding up when his body became flush with hers. Her arms reach up to wrap around his shoulders, her fingers twirl into the back of his wet hair, and she happily let's herself melt in the feeling of his lips meeting hers. This was everything she didnt expect when she got out of bed this morning sure they were about to break up. Lost in the kiss, Kitty loses her balance for a second, stumbling on her own feet and falling back into the wall of the shower, pulling Sammy with her. "Sorry." She murmurs against him, a half smirk lighting her lips. "But I'm pleased to report the company has improved their score." She chews on her bottom lip and untangles her body from her boyfriend, pushing him back into the water stream playfully. "You're meant to be cleaning yourself." She says, grabbing the body wash and throwing it at him. "You should really stop getting so distracted, babe."

SAMMY

Sammy yelped a bit and caught himself with one hand against the wall, laughing over the short girl. “It’s okay. You’re cute, so you get a pass.” He grins and raises a brow. “Ah, really? What’s the score now?” He asked as he was pushed back into the water. He caught the bottle and nodded. “Alright, Alright.” He said pouring some on his hand and handing it back to her. “Get my back?” He asked as he turned away from her and soaped himself down.

KTTY

"Company gets an eight out of ten." Anything higher would give the male way too much of an ego. She laughs softly and takes the bottle back from Sammy. "How did you even survive without me in LA for a month?" Kitty teases, pouring a small amount on her hands and rubbing her hands down his -- surprisingly toned -- back. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you go to the gym and yet... You look like this." She shakes her head and uses the remaining soap on her own body, though she had showered earlier that day. "It's a miracle."

SAMMY

“Only an eight?” He questioned and laughed. “It was hard, had to get one of those scrubby things on a stick.” He grinned . Sammy actually went to the gym all the time, he enjoyed being active just as much as he liked settling down. “I go regularly, actually. Have a trainer and everything. This body is far from a miracle.” He chuckled softly as he finished washing his body.

KITTY

"What a hassle." She chuckled slightly, rinsing the soap from her hands and her body. Kitty raised her eyebrows, "You do?" She looked up at Sammy curiously, and leaned her side against the wall. "I mean... of course you do." He was an actor, he'd be stupid not to. But sometimes it became super obvious to her how little time they've actually spent together since getting into a relationship. "Is your trainer hot?"

SAMMY

“Exactly.” He agreed with a smile, “Yeah, at least a few times a week.” He shrugged and turned to look at Kitty. He rinsed off and got closer to the girl. “Eh, I mean I guess.” He answered, not really finding his trainer attractive but wanting to be nice about it.

KITTY

"It's like I know nothing about you." She muses only half joking, her lips pressing together a little. "What other totally boring secrets are you keeping from me?" Kitty asks with a faint smile, her hand gliding over his chest as she moves past him and out of the shower. "You guess? So you dont know if they're hot... or you dont know if you want to tell me if they're hot?" She asks, avoiding eye contact as she reaches for a towel -- trying so hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend.

SAMMY

“You know I’ll tell you anything you want to know. This just never came up.” He leans in to peck her lips before she escapes from him. “Secrets? You know all my secrets.” He muttered. He shook his head. “No, I mean he’s hot, conventionally. But I don’t really find him attractive.” He shrugged. “He’s also like 15 years older than me.” He chuckled.

KITTY

"Please, you have no secrets." Kitty rolls her eyes, and uses the towel to dry herself before wrapping it around her and hooking it under her arms. "You're like... the most squeaky clean person I've ever met." She folds her arms in front of her and leans lazily against the wall, her wet hair still dripping down her back. "In fact it would almost make sense for you to be harboring a massive secret crush on your maybe-hot, mysterious, older personal trainer." She looks up at the tall brunette with a faint smile.

SAMMY

Sammy chuckled softly and shrugged at her words as he exited the shower after her, turning the water off. He walks up to her and presses her up against the wall with a raised brow. “Are you jealous?” He asked and leaned into kiss her temple. “You’re the only one I’m interested in. As cheesy as that sounds. I don’t want anyone else...”

KITTY

Kitty huffs quietly, "I don't get jealous." She lies, her eyes lifting to his lips pressing against her head. "Okay. Fine... maybe a little. Dont make a thing of it." She pouts a little and reaches for his waist, ignoring the fact hes just wetting her towel more and pulls him closer. "It's cheesy... and I still want to see shirtless pics of this personal trainer of yours. I need to see all competition."

SAMMY

Sammy tilts his head and raises his brows again. “Oh, really?” He chuckled as she admitted her jealousy “You’re fucking cute.” He grinned into her hair. “I’m not sure I have any shirtless pics of him but I’ll link you to his Instagram.” He compromised with her. “Maybe you can come train with us sometime.” He smiled at her.

KITTY

Kitty scrunches her nose, "I think I'll just stalk his insta. I don't really do gyms... There's only so long I can watch ego-driven men stand in front of a mirror flexing and being all like, 'do you even lift?'" She lowers her voice to try and imitate a dude's, shaking her head. "I'll stick to kick boxing and yoga." She leans in and kisses his chest softly before pushing him off her with one hand and passing him a towel. "Besides, I don't wanna invade your secret life." She teases.

SAMMY

Sammy threw his head back in laughter at her impression. “Seriously the cutest... we should do yoga sometime. Like couples yoga.” He mentioned as he took the towel from her, drying himself off. “Psh, you’re my girl. You get to know everything.” He smiled genuinely at her as he nodded towards the room where he was heading to. He looked through his closet, pulling on some boxers as he decided what to wear. “How casual are we going?”

KITTY

Kitty hushed him, "Not cute, thankyouverymuch." She raised a brow at his mention of doing yoga together. Kitty had started yoga at the beginning of college -- something her roommate of two minutes suggested to help her "chill", the blonde went to prove a point and as much as she wanted to hate it, she just never stopped. "You... Samuel Hummel -- the sleepiest boy in the world -- wants to go to yoga?" She chuckles, and takes a seat on his bed. "Well, I have like, four, changes of clothes here so... We can go super casual, I'm talking sweatpants and a hoodie, which I think belongs to you anyway. We can do normal casual, or we can do slightly above casual." She lists off. "Or sexy and slutty. But that's probably more of a for-your-eyes-only outfit."

SAMMY

Sammy turned back to give her a quick kiss before returning to his closet to pull out some skinny joggers and a slightly oversized hoodie. “Normal casual? Sound good to you?” He asked the girl as he turned back to her and began pulling his pants on. “Although, sexy and slutty sounds tempting.” He teased.

KITTY

Kitty nods. "Normal casual works." She finally gets up from the bed and moves over to the bag of clothes, grazing the back of Sammy's jeans lightly with her fingers as she walks past. The bag is more like a heaped pile of her random belongings at this point -- and one of Dude's toy which the pup has deemed to now belong to her. She sort of just moves things around until she puts her hands on a skirt and a sweater, shrugging to herself that it would do. "The sexy and slutty isn't totally off the table." She winks as the towel drops to the ground and she starts to get herself changed.

SAMMY

Sammy grinned at her touch and watched as she leaned over to dig through her bag. He tossed his hoodie on and sat at the edge of the bed. “Unfortunately I don’t have a pair of booty shorts that go with this hoodie. He teased with a chuckle. “You know... I can clear up a drawer for you to put your stuff in while you’re here if you want... just so you don’t have to have it all in the bag.” He offered

KITTY

"That's so disappointing." She jokes, turning to face Sammy with a smirk. "It's okay." Kitty shrugs at the suggestion of the draw. "I'm sort of a pro at living out of bags at this point, and even if I wasn't I'm moving soon so it's not like i'll spend a lot of time here." She smiled thankfully at him. "That's just creating way more work for yourself." She slides the sweater in over her head and flicks her hair so it's sitting on the outside. "Besides, where is Dude going to take all the toys he wants to give me when I'm not around if this bag is gone?" She leans over picking up a small soft toy and throwing it at Sammy. "I just need to dry my hair, and make myself even hotter than I already am." Kitty muses, kissing Sammy's cheek quickly as she moved past him and into the bathroom.

SAMMY

Sammy shrugged. “I don’t mind the work.” He told her. Even if she said no, he still planned on clearing some space for her, for the short time being. He chuckled at the girl as he dodges the toy. “That’s impossible. You’re the hottest already.” He grinned .

KITTY

later that night

Kitty stumbled back into Sammy’s apartment, reaching out to grab his shoulder to steady herself as she took off her shoes. Finally. “I’m hungry. “ She mumbled, not really thinking about what she was saying. Somewhere between the wine and tequila, Kitty had lost track of her words. The alcohol not only warmed her body enough to forget about the fact that it was freezing outside and she probably didn’t have enough clothes on, but also helped her forget about the paparazzi and fans wanting to climb up on her boyfriend. She had clung to the tall brunette all night, not caring who was around to see and paying zero attention to anyone else trying to steal away Sammy. “Duuuudeee.” She calls out to the puppy, grinning when he emerged from the bedroom. “Hey!” She picks up the growing pup into her arms and pats his head before looking back up at Sammy. “I feel bad we left him and brought him nothing back... You should see if they uber dog treats. Or puppy wine.”

SAMMY

Sammy stumbled in behind her with a smile. “I’ll order the ‘Za!” He yelled across the room as he booked it to the kitchen to look for the number of the 24hour pizza place. He peeked out of the kitchen and chuckled “I think that’s possible?” He asked confused, disappearing back into the kitchen and emerging with the paper with the phone number, his phone in the other hand, dialing.

KITTY

"You know there are apps for that, right?" Kitty smirks, letting Dude down from her arms and tugging at her boyfriend's shirt so he would follow her to the living room. "You know, I kinda like New York." She muses, sitting down on the couch and folding her legs off to the side of her. "Because it's where I met you." Kitty reaches out for Sammy to sit next to her, not bothered by how cliche the words that just came out of her mouth were. "My life would sort of suck without you." She furrowed her eyebrows for a second. "Well that's not entirely true, but, like, it wouldn't be the same. And I wouldn't be getting pizza soon. Which is a massive bonus." She laughs happily, pressing kiss to Sammy's cheek.

SAMMY

“Uh, yeah but this is the best pizza.” He replied as he followed her to the couch, still on the phone. He waited for them to answer and smiled at the girl making the gushy comments. “I love you.” He whispered before the person on the other line answered. “Uh, yeah, can I get a..... meat lovers with extra cheese... large. And umm... cheese sticks with marinara. Ooh also you guys have spaghetti? Mhm. Yeah an order of that...” he proceeded and gave them the address. After hanging up he turned his attention back to Kitty and rushed his lips to the exposed skin on her neck. “Pizza will be here in 25 minutes.” He whispered.

KITTY

"You got spaghetti? Who orders spaghetti with pizza, you weirdo." Kitty chuckles, grinning at the feeling of electricity spreading around the spot on her neck with the impact of his lips. "I love you so much." She murmurs and turns her body slightly to face Sammy on the couch. "Thank you for coming out tonight." Her fingers trace shapes idly on his thighs, and she can't stop herself from smiling tonight. "But we should just stay here for the rest of our lives... in this apartment. We're cooler than everyone else anyway."

SAMMY

Sammy frowned. “I like spaghetti.” He pecked her lips and smiled again. He pulled her closer, bringing her on his lap. “Thank you for being awesome.” He chuckled. “We should move in together, in LA. It would be so cool. I would get to see you every single day... I would love that.” He sighed and leaned in for another kiss.

KITTY

"Like... living together together." Kitty says the words out loud, nodding as she thought it through for all of about a second. She wraps her arms around his shoulders. "Are you serious?" She asks, a smile lighting her lips. "Because I'll totally live with you. It means I get to see you everyday, and I reeally like seeing you. Like... everything is better when I see you. So." She shrugs. "We should live together."

SAMMY

“Together, together.” He nodded “it’ll be you and me and Dude and we can even get an apartment with two rooms so Marley can come visit or whoever... it’ll be so great.” He mused with a big cheesy smile. Just the thought of living with the woman he loved made him so happy. “I wanna be with you forever and ever.”

KITTY

"It has to have two rooms." She says adamantly. "Because I love you, like... more than I love coffee, and pizza, and tmz, and trashy reality television combined. But I like Marley more." She teases, rubbing her nose lightly against his. "And I can't be anywhere without a bed for her." Kitty grins at his next words -- it was probably the alcohol (it was definitely the alcohol), but right now planning forever with this man didn't seem like the scariest thing in the world. In fact not spending forever with him scared her a lot more. "Forever's a really long time, babe. You don't think you'll get bored?"

SAMMY

Sammy nodded along with what Kitty said “Of course.” He agreed with her. And he didn’t mind it one bit. He loved that Kitty had someone who was there for her besides himself. He almost envied their friendship but in the best way. He leaned into her and kisses her again. “Me? Get bored of you? I could never ever ever. You’re everything.”

KITTY

Kitty leans into his kiss like it was the easiest thing her lips have ever done, not able to stop herself from giggling softly against them. All she wanted to do was be close to Sammy right now, she wanted to kiss him and be in his arms and never leave. Maybe it was too soon to move in, and maybe in the morning she'd get cold feet, but right now she was being honest with herself. And honestly? There wasn't a night she went to bed and didn't wish he and Dude were with her. "You're perfect." She whispers, her fingers twirling into his perfectly messy hair. "And sexy, and smart, and sweet, and stupidly funny." She smiles, blissfully happy. "And we can spend forever together making everyone insanely jealous of us." She purses her lips together, suddenly remembering her non existent domestic skills. "But I can't cook, babe."

SAMMY

Sammy blushed at her comments. It was rare when Kitty complimented him like that and it was nice. He liked it a lot more than he’d care to admit. He leaned his head against hers bashfully, hiding the redness in his cheeks. “You’re too good to me.” He told her and pressed his lips to her neck once again. “Forever.” he repeated and nodded “that’s okay. We can order pizza and eat cereal and sandwiches and drink coffee.” He assures her.

KITTY

Kitty laughs, "I'm really not, baby." Even drunk, she knew Sammy probably deserved someone who was a lot more... like him. Everything about them was her opposite, down to and including the way they communicated. "But I'm adorable so it makes up for it." She says grinning and leaning in to press small kisses along his jaw line and down the crook of his neck. "Good. Because you're mine." She murmurs against his skin with a smile. "I'm keeping you. And I'll fight alllll the bitches." She jokes (kinda) as she pulls away from him. "Foooood." The blonde grumbles, remembering at the topic of food that once upon a time a million years ago they ordered pizza. "I'm hungry... And I want to fuck you. But super hungry."

SAMMY

“You are even if you won’t admit it.” He nuzzled into her face. “All of them?” He asked with a chuckle. He was about to answer her about the food when he heard the knock at his door. “It’s here!!!” He yelled out and pushed Kitty down on the couch, hovering over her briefly and pressing a kiss to her lips before getting up and pulling his wallet out of his pocket, stumbling just a tad as he reached the door. He paid the man at the door, leaving him a big tip and returned to kitty, balancing the boxes in his arms. He placed everything down on the coffee table and smiled at the girl. “Let’s feast.”

KITTY

Kitty mouth opened excitedly when she heard the knock on the door, "Finally!" She grins, a small shriek leaving her lips as she's pushed back onto the couch. "Don't be long." She breathes against his lips before Sammy disappears to get the food. She finds herself looking up at the ceiling for a moment, listening with a smile to the small polite conversation Sammy was having with the delivery man. He was so nice. Too nice. How did someone so nice end up with her? "You're my knight with shining pizza." Kitty muses, sitting up and watching the world wobble for a second as she did. The food smelt amazing and God, she needed it so badly -- all her stomach could feel right now were the tequila shots she'd taken before deciding to come home. "Is pizza good for dogs?" She asks, opening up the box and pulling out a slice of pizza, glancing over at their puppy.

SAMMY

Sammy tilted his head to the side in thought about the pizza and looked over at the dog. “I think it might upset his tummy if we give him pizza.” Sammy said as he took a bite of the slice with a moan. He then put the slice down moving on to the container with the spaghetti and grabbed the plastic fork digging in.

KITTY

Kitty pouts and mouths to Dude that she's sorry. "We're bad dog parents... and not just because we called him dude." She slides down off the couch and onto the floor -- not entirely intentionally, but at least this way she was closer to the food. "Do you remember when we first got pizza? After you lured me into your apartment with the promise of a blanket fort." She laughs at the memory of the sad stack pile of pillows on the floor. "Also our first time." She leans her head back against the couch and looks to Sammy with a loving smile. "You have no idea how much I love you... also you have sauce on your face."

SAMMY

Sammy shook his head “Youre a better dog mom than me.” He pouted. “We should give dude a middle name.” He watches the girl slide down the couch on to the floor with a smile and nods. “It was the best I could do. I think it was pretty good.” He said confidently with a cheesy grin. Sammy leans down and kisses the girl and then rubs his face on hers, smearing the sauce on her face too. “I love you more. Now you have sauce on your face.”

KITTY

"Well obviously. You're a dog dad." She teases, raising an eyebrow at Sammy. "We should totally give him a middle name!" Kitty says probably over-enthusiastically. "It has to be something strong. Just incase he becomes doggy president or something and we need the other dogs to take him seriously." The girl was slightly over protective of Dude, but she really never imagined shed love a dog so damm much. "Oh my God." She laughs loudly, scrunching her nose and pulling on Sammy's shirt to pull him back down to her lips. "You're very annoying." She chuckles, leaning up to nibble on his lower lip lightly.

#para: sammy #para: like me better #sammy #//again i'm the worst and was meant to post this 5eva ago

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snowdice · 5 years ago

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Finding the Time to Study Fic 2 [Day 8]

My Masterpost Part 1

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted). It’s short, and not really for serious listening, but I had fun with it.

My stomach decided to be mean to me for no reason, but I still want to try to get some stuff done. Might get suddenly distracted though so fair warning if I randomly stop posting/answering asks.