skyward-floored · 6 months ago
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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 5 months ago
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[CN] Li Zeyan’s Candlelight Date (Eng Translation)
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 烛火之约, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡
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[Translation Under the Cut]
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【Chapter 1】 
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After being stuck in traffic for over forty minutes on the way to the airport, I slam on the brakes once again, staring in despair at the unmoving stream of cars ahead. 
The weather outside is gloomy, the sky overcast with heavy dark clouds, and the wind howls through the crevices of the car windows. 
Even though the evening has barely fallen, the sky is already darkened completely. 
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MC: Feels like it’s gonna be pouring hard... 
MC: I don’t know if Li Zeyan’s flight has been affected. 
Just as I am about to look up the flight information, his call comes in. 
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LZY: I’ve arrived. 
MC: That’s great! It looks like there’s gonna be a heavy downpour outside, so thank goodness you landed on time. 
MC: On the downside, though, I’m stuck in traffic... 
LZY: Given the weather, I could guess that already. 
LZY: Don’t rush, safety first. Turn on your headlights and take your time. 
MC: Don’t worry, I promise to follow the traffic rules~ So, I must apologize to CEO Li and ask him to wait for me a little longer~ 
LZY: No worries, I’ll just take this time to think about what to make for Pudding. 
The day Li Zeyan is returning from his business trip also happens to be Pudding’s birthday, and we’ve planned to have a small celebration at home. 
As I picture Li Zeyan making a birthday cake for the little kitten, the corners of my lips involuntarily curl upwards. 
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MC: Pudding’s parents are so thoughtful! The little birthday boy is blessed with the luck of tasty treats today. 
MC: Rest assured, I’ll definitely get you to Pudding safely and in one piece. 
LZY: With a certain someone “braving the wind and waves” to come pick me up, I’m already luckier than those who can’t get a cab. 
MC: Hehe, this time it’s my turn to be the prince who cuts their way through thorns and thistles to rescue the sleeping princess! 
LZY: Well, it seems like I’ll have to wait a hundred years then.
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MC: ...you just told me to take my time. 
A soft chuckle transmits from the other end of the phone, and carried by the car’s stereo, it spreads through the entire space, giving me the illusion as if he is right next to me. 
LZY: It’s not contradictory. 
LZY: Even if it takes you a hundred years, I’ll still wait.
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[Tidbits]:  This conversation here is a reference to one of Li Zeyan’s earliest ASMRs, “Sleeping Beauty,” where LZY said in response to MC’s question that if he were the prince, he wouldn’t let the girl he loves wait a hundred years. Whereas, in the reverse scenario here, he tells you that if he were the sleeping princess and you the prince, he would gladly wait a hundred years (இдஇ; ) though, for a man who literally did wait 17+10000(*n) years for you— a hundred years is, well, still unbearable to think about ahah (ノಥ益ಥ) 
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【Chapter 2】
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I park the car near the exit, and as soon as I look up, I see Li Zeyan walking towards me, dragging his suitcase. 
I immediately push open the car door and run up to him, throwing myself into his arms as hard as I can. Both his hands are occupied by luggage, and I collide against him so hard that he staggers back a few steps. 
His familiar scent wraps around me securely, instantly dispelling all the tension and fatigue from the road. I nuzzle against his chest contentedly, earning a soft chuckle from above my head. 
LZY: Why the lack of courtesy right off the bat?
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MC: I haven’t seen you for days, and I’ve made our big busy person wait so long. I can’t afford to be polite anymore. 
Li Zeyan smiles, lets go of the luggage, and draws me into his arms, lowering himself to rest his head on my shoulder. 
A soft sigh sounds next to my ear, and I sense how exhausted he is. I put aside my playful thoughts and stroke the back of his head. 
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MC: I hoped you could get some rest after getting off the plane, but I didn’t expect this weather… 
MC: I’ll head out earlier next time! 
LZY: You already got here much faster than I expected. 
LZY: Let’s go, there’s a birthday boy waiting at home. It’s raining hard outside; I’ll drive on the way back. 
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As we head home, rain begins pouring down in torrents. Even with the wipers operating at their highest speed, the visibility only clears for a fleeting moment. 
Through the impenetrable curtain of rain, the emergency lights of nearby vehicles flicker faintly. The water pooling on the ground reflects the surroundings like mirrors, and the streets have transformed into an utterly bizarre kaleidoscopic labyrinth. 
I hold up my phone to record the scene outside the window when suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning splits the sky not far away, followed by a rolling thunder approaching from the distance, pressing closer and closer. 
I can’t help but shrink my neck and set my phone down. 
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MC: This weather is just ridiculous… I’m sure today’s Moments posts are gonna be flooded with candid shots of the rainstorm. 
LZY: A certain someone has made significant strides. 
LZY: A few years back, you would get so nervous in this kind of weather that you’d grab onto other people’s clothes. Now, you'd just make a fuss about it on Moments. 
MC: Huh? When did I grab onto your clothes? 
I turn my head to look at him with a puzzled expression. Li Zeyan glances at me, and before he can even speak, a smile creeps onto the corners of his lips. 
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LZY: That time when you asked me if I dared to like you. 
I freeze for a second, the familiar feeling of nervousness and anticipation surging to the forefront of my mind. 
Memories flood back along with the warmth of my cheeks, as I’m reminded of a similar night in the past mirroring this raging storm. 
The pitch-black darkness that descended after the power outage was so thick that one wouldn’t even be able to make out their own hand in front of them. I felt like danger, and the unknown would swallow me whole at any moment. But he was there with me, accompanying me for what felt like an eternity on that apocalyptic night. 
Back then, I felt like I couldn’t handle it on my own, so I wanted to cling to a straw, to hold onto this steady and exceptionally gentle person beside me. 
Snapping out of the reminiscence, I clear my throat to dispel my embarrassment. 
MC: Y-You don’t need to remember such things so clearly! 
MC: But come to think of it, ever since I met you, I don’t seem to have gotten rained on much. 
MC: Even if I forget my umbrella or can’t catch a ride, you always manage to “scoop” me up right on time. 
LZY: So, as a result, a certain someone has developed the bad habit of not checking the weather forecast before going out? 
MC: …It clearly taught me the good habit of how to “scoop” people up in crucial moments! 
The car stops at the intersection, waiting for the traffic light. Li Zeyan casts a glance my way, his lips curving into a smile as he strokes my head. 
LZY: Given that the person “scooping” me up is also the one I want to see, it does feel pretty good. 
His warm palm rests on my head for a moment before sliding down to my cheek with yearning. A small sense of satisfaction leaps in my heart, and I smile, poking his cheek. 
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MC: I think I can understand why the prince braves countless perils to reach the princess.
MC: For this moment right now, I’m willing to endure any hardship~
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[Tidbits]:  The call-back of the apocalyptic night is from one of Li Zeyan’s earliest dates, “Doomsday Date,” where MC asks him if he’d dare to like her and if he’d dare to be by her side even if doomsday arrived – and the rest, as they say, is history, quite literally in this case ahah~ (இдஇ; ) 
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【Chapter 3】
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“Bzzz!” 
As I step through the doorway and flip the switch for the pendant lamp, to my surprise, the light flickers and then abruptly goes out. 
The inside of the house is instantly taken over by the dimness from outside the windows. Pudding, who was originally crouching at the door to welcome us, lets out a yelp and scurries under the table. 
My mind automatically starts concocting a horror movie scenario, and I immediately step back a few paces. 
MC: What did the power suddenly go out? It was perfectly fine before I left... 
My words are barely out of my mouth when a series of extremely bright streaks of lightning flash outside the window. 
The howling gale rattles the window frames, while the water pipes exposed to the downpour on the side of the building, pelted by large raindrops, are making peculiar noises. 
The continuous flashes of lightning project the wildly swaying shadows of the trees onto the floor, making the storm outside seem even more terrifying. 
Li Zeyan sighs and steps forward, taking hold of my hand that is frozen in mid-air. 
LZY: Are there any spare lights or flashlights in the house? 
MC: Yes, there are, in my room... 
While saying this, I clutch Li Zeyan’s arm and carefully start walking towards my room. A hand reaches out and pulls me into a familiar embrace. 
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LZY: Wasn’t a certain someone “scooping people up” pretty amazingly just now? Why are you so nervous now that we’re home? 
MC: ...I guess I’ve been overdoing it with the horror movies lately, and the after-effects are still a bit strong. 
I laugh awkwardly and, relying on the dim light of the flashlight, dig out a large, bulging bag from the storage box. 
MC: Rechargeable desk lamps, some decorative fairy lights, and lanterns. 
MC: They should work if we plug them into the power bank. 
LZY: ...That’s it? 
MC: They can provide light and serve as tools to set the ambiance. Isn’t that wonderful? 
Li Zeyan turns on a palm-sized rechargeable desk lamp and releases a small sigh. 
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LZY: In that case, the gift I brought you can also be included to make up the difference. 
MC: Huh? What gift? 
Li Zeyan rummages through his suitcase, takes out an exquisitely wrapped box, and gestures for me to open it. 
I lean in closer and find a very charming candle holder with a glass cover nestled inside. 
MC: It’s so beautiful! As expected, CEO Li’s eye for things can never go wrong. 
LZY: Simultaneously doing the job of adding flowers to the brocade and delivering charcoal in snowy weather一 it definitely seems to be maximizing its value.  
LZY: Come on, let’s go and light up all the lamps that we can use first. 
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With me “lending a hand” by holding the flashlight through the entire process, dinner and Pudding’s salmon cake are soon prepared. 
Pudding, who had been hiding in the corner this entire time, also forgets his fear under the temptation of delectable food and begins prancing around again. 
After eating and drinking to our fill, I sit on the carpet with another small blanket, light a scented candle, and carefully set it in the candle holder Li Zeyan gifted me. 
Li Zeyan then casually plops down at the foot of the bed where I’m leaning, naturally stretching out his arm for me to use as a pillow. 
I look at Pudding grooming his fur not far away and can’t help but sigh with emotion. 
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MC: Time sure flies! Pudding has grown another year older. I wonder what progress he’ll make this year. 
LZY: He wasn’t very brave when he was younger, but now he, too, looks after the house on his own and appears to be fairly calm and composed. 
MC: Why did you use “too“? I suspect you’re insinuating something about someone else. 
LZY: Just stating facts. 
LZY: The way a certain someone acted when she walked into the house earlier didn’t exactly resemble the “prince“ who came to pick me up. 
I glance again at the flashes of lightning and thunder rolling outside again, scratching my cheek awkwardly. 
MC: The house just went dark all of a sudden; I wasn’t mentally prepared. 
LZY: What about now? 
LZY: Are you still scared? 
I turned sideways to watch him. The dancing candlelight paints his side profile in a warm glow, and the subtle fragrance of the scented candle melds into his calm gaze, making me gradually relax. 
I hug his arm and pull him into my arms, beaming a wide smile at him. 
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MC: I have my “fragrant princess“ in my arms now, and I fear neither getting swept by wind nor being battered by rain any longer. [3]
LZY: Are we sure about who’s in whose arms? 
MC: Does it really make a difference who’s in whose arms? 
Li Zeyan gives me a look that says “whatever you say,” and I smile victoriously at having my way before turning to glance at the pitch-black darkness outside the window.  
The small lights in the room are mirrored on the glass, reminiscent of stars, blurring into a cluster of halos by the unrelenting rain. 
Serenity and turmoil are separated by only a wall. I grasp his wrist and tilt my head, pillowing into his palm and nuzzling against it. 
MC: Luckily, you came back today. Otherwise, I would have definitely dragged you into “simmering a pot of telephone congee” with me all night long. [4]
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LZY: That wouldn’t have been too bad either. 
MC: Well, that’s true, but it would have made me seem like I haven’t grown at all... 
I raise my head and look into his slightly puzzled gaze, feeling a little embarrassed as I lower my voice. 
MC: I’m clearly not a child anymore, and many of the things I used to fear shouldn’t be a big deal now. 
MC: Yet when running into situations where I’m not entirely confident, I can’t help feeling a little afraid. 
MC: For instance, a pitch-dark empty house, not being able to find the kitten, and a thunderstorm that I don’t know when will end. 
MC: I still can’t seem to be like you, to be able to keep myself from thinking the worst regardless of the kind of situation I’m confronted with... 
I soliloquize in a whispered tone, and the palm I’m resting my head on suddenly moves. I look up, and my fingers are immediately swept up in a reassuring warmth.
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Li Zeyan is pillowing himself on my bolster, covered by a blanket that is clearly not big enough for him, creating for a rather comical scene. Yet, I find myself solely captivated by his extraordinarily serious gaze. 
He quietly watches me like this for some time before finally opening his mouth to respond. 
LZY: Then just be afraid. 
MC: ...Huh? 
LZY: Building courage doesn’t mean you should be absolutely fearless. 
LZY: If you have no reaction to the unknown and uncontrollable, that, on the contrary, is dangerous. 
LZY: For a dummy, knowing how to dodge in the right direction at a critical moment is also progress. 
He strokes the back of my hand meaningfully, and I clasp his fingers even more tightly in tacit understanding. 
In moments of fear and anxiety, I always want to hold onto something, to reassure myself that I’m not facing it alone. 
And this man in front of me, as fortune would have it, always happens to be within my reach, catching my insecurities and leading me along slowly. 
I think back to the first time I “grabbed onto” him, the gentleness in his tone that I had rarely seen, and I can’t help but laugh. 
MC: Well then, it seems I’ve been making progress since the first time I grabbed onto your clothes. 
LZY: Mm-hmm, it hasn’t been easy. 
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MC: But I can only advance a little bit at a time. I’ve kept you waiting for so long. 
The corners of his lips curl up slightly, and his eyes, sparkling with a smile, gently embrace me. 
LZY: This isn’t work; nobody is asking anything from you. 
LZY: If you’re afraid, just light up a lamp.
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[3] LI ZEYAN WRITERS!!! CRIES AT THE SACRIFICE I HAD TO MAKE AND HOW THE BEAUTY OF THE WORDPLAY JUST GETS LOST IN TRANSLATION HERE 😭 anywho, as you might’ve already noticed, “rescuing the sleeping princess“ theme and the “seeming“ role reversal has been one of the running themes of this date. The term used here is 软香 (lit. meaning soft fragrance), which is usually used to refer to the delicate scent of a woman or a woman in general and, in the context of the times, a palace beauty. The full term MC uses here is 软香在怀 (lit. meaning having ‘soft fragrance’ in one’s arms), which also conveys a deep emotional closeness, a sense of security and comfort as scent is something very sensitive. What the writing does here is kill three birds with one stone— (i) conveying MC’s “prince and princess role reversal“ quip, while also delivering the emotions of the candlelight monologue two sentences prior, i.e., (ii) the fragrance melding into his calm gaze, the vivid imagery of her sensitivity to his presence itself, (iii) the reassuring effect of his being. 
[4] I’m gonna cry; this is such an adorable expression haha 😭 the term MC uses here is “煲电话粥,” which really does mean “simmering telephone congee.” The idea of it is to have a marathon phone call with sb, but it’s more intimate— similar to how simmering sth can take a long time and porridge essentially is a comfort food 😂 
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【Chapter 4】
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The night is dark, and the rain seems to have weakened a bit. I hug the blanket and squeeze onto the small bed with Li Zeyan. No matter in which position we lay down, most of our bodies are pressed against each other. 
I watch the person beside me becoming a part of the scene I’ve been familiar with since my childhood days, and for a long time, I find myself unwilling to close my eyes. 
MC: It feels so surreal to have you and Pudding together at my place. 
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MC: It’s like having guests at home, but at the same time, it feels like welcoming new members to the family. 
LZY: So, which one do you hope I am? 
MC: I’ve long regarded you as the latter in my heart, obviously. 
MC: However, this situation makes me seem like I’m not being a gracious host... 
MC: Having to deal with the bad weather is one thing, but who knew the electricity in the house would be unstable at a critical moment, and now my bed isn’t big enough either. 
I look up at the small pink pillow under Li Zeyan’s head and sigh softly. Li Zeyan, however, just smiles calmly and brushes aside the hair falling over my face. 
MC: Be careful when you roll over. If you’re afraid of falling off, just hug me a little tighter~ 
LZY: [i’m cRY at how he just plays along with you haha] It’s certainly something to be afraid of. 
Li Zeyan says this as he gets up to turn off the lights, and the room is plunged into darkness once again. 
I reach out my arms towards him and am immediately swept back into his arms. 
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MC: Thank you, CEO Li~ How about I repay you with a goodnight kiss? 
LZY: That’s it? 
MC: Then what else do you want? 
I blink my eyes at him, and suddenly, he lifts his hand to cover my sight. 
A soft warmth captures my lips, swallowing my confusion. 
He holds me too tightly in the square of his arms, and his broad palm accidentally presses on my nose, causing my already erratic breathing to become even more difficult to maintain. 
I punch him indignantly, and Li Zeyan finally moves his hand away, his fingers cradling my face. 
LZY: Didn’t you say you wanted to repay me? 
MC: T-This isn’t what I had in mind! 
LZY: Is this not good? 
His warm finger pads caress the side of my face in a back-and-forth motion, leaving me with no refuge to escape but to gaze into his smiling eyes. 
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LZY: Instead of letting your imagination run wild every time you’re scared, why not think about something that can put your mind at ease?  
LZY: For example, me. 
LZY: So, consider this as collecting a tip in advance to cover your memories.  
A soft chuckle drifts from above me, and he lifts my face again. With the last hint of light also overlaid, I close my eyes, welcoming this novel memory pertaining to the night’s darkness. 
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The next morning, the sky finally clears up. 
The entire city looks as if it has taken a bath. Under the early morning sunlight, there are glittering lights refracted by water droplets everywhere. 
I summon every bit of my self-control and more to extract myself from Li Zeyan’s warm embrace and rise early to make breakfast. 
Originally, I planned to have him take the day off and recover from jet lag, but as soon as he gets out of bed, he receives a call from LFG, saying there is an urgent matter that needs to be dealt with in person. 
I watch as a certain someone at the dining table finishes his breakfast with a sullen look on his face and can’t help but burst into laughter. 
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MC: Who knew even CEO Li could show such a “rebellious” expression about having to work overtime. 
LZY: ...It’s just that I haven’t gotten over the jet lag yet.  
MC: Who told you not to sleep obediently last night? 
I stand up with a laugh before he can glare at me and push his suitcase to the door for him. Li Zeyan dons his coat, seems to hesitate for a moment, and then turns back to look at me. 
MC: What’s wrong? 
LZY: Nothing. 
MC: It doesn’t seem like you’ve left anything behind, have you? 
I look around to check while speaking, but I realize that Li Zeyan has kept his gaze trained on me, with no intention of searching for anything. 
I blink my eyes, and an adorable guess bubbles up in my heart. 
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MC: Could it be that... CEO Li is unwilling to leave? 
Li Zeyan grips the handle of the suitcase, averts his eyes, and smiles. 
LZY: Let Pudding stay at your place for one more day. 
MC: No worries, we’ll get along perfectly. 
He doesn’t give a direct answer to my question, so I take it as his tacit assent and continue along with his words. 
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LZY: He ate quite a lot last night, so feed him less cat food today. 
MC: Understood~ 
LZY: Be careful with the electricity today, and if you run into any issues, reach out to me right away. 
MC: Uh-huh, anything else you want to remind me of? 
I stare at him, smiling giddily. Li Zeyan opens his mouth, but in the end, he just displays a helpless expression and says nothing. 
The rare instance of not being able to find the words to say, the rare moments of being dumbstruck and not knowing how to reply, the rare scenario of dragging his feet about going to work... 
All of this shows that he is really unwilling to leave. 
I smile even happier and tiptoe up to lock my arms around his neck.  
Li Zeyan seems a bit puzzled, but he promptly supports my waist and arches an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. 
MC: Hehe, consider this as a tip you’re paying in advance. 
MC: This way, whenever you feel overwhelmed in the future, you will think of only me. 
I mimic his words from last night, and even reach up to muss his hair. 
LZY: Little copycat. 
Li Zeyan seems to want to resist this “childish” act subconsciously, but his arms betray his honest feelings and draw me in even tighter. 
He looks at me with a silly smile on my face, about to say something when I suddenly feel a tickle on my ankle, as if something furry is rubbing against it. 
Just as I’m about to look down, my face is pinched by someone. 
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I’m compelled to raise my head and see the sunlight falling on Li Zeyan. 
The locks of hair hanging over his forehead and eyelashes are all bathed in dazzling, golden-bright luster. He reminds one of a big cat who has just woken up, making people irresistibly want to get closer to him. 
And he does exactly as I wished, taking the initiative to bring this warmth to me. 
The distance between us is reduced to zero, and I naturally close my eyes, welcoming this kiss infused with the warmth of the sunlight. 
Even if a person grows accustomed to the humidity of this city, they will still rejoice when the sky clears and the sunshine beams down. 
Even for those who can see the person they love every day and kiss them whenever they want, they will still find that any small separation feels too long. 
The meow of the kitten rises from our feet, as if it also wants to participate in this wordless goodbye. I gently bite Li Zeyan’s lips, and he, rather reluctantly, pulls back just a bit. 
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MC: Mr. Customer, you’re being too generous with your tip. 
With his eyes cast down, he continues to gaze at me, his breath still lingering at the edge of my lips. 
LZY: Because I’ve already fulfilled the conditions you set. 
LZY: Now that I’ve paid double the tip, I’m asking for an upgrade on the terms. 
He raises an eyebrow, as if he is genuinely negotiating with me. 
At such proximity, my mind is already a muddled mess, yet I still manage to capture the answer he desires from the look of yearning in his eyes. 
I strive to muster my willpower, rise on tiptoe, and kiss his lips again.
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MC: Then you must work diligently and clock out early... 
MC: And who knows, perhaps I’ll suddenly appear when you’re missing me?
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dollscircus · 2 months ago
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Ghostly Company
Jason Todd x ghost!(Kinda)Reader
Chapter 1
Word: 2.6
Tags: Mild violence. Talks of death, thoughts of insanity. bullshitary
Summary: You’ve always had some psychic powers, nothing to powerful. Nothing ever being able to use in crime fighting or anything however when you’re put into a coma after a car crash, it seems your powers went unstable and latched on to someone who tangled with death.
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“There’s another big guy coming around the corner.” I said from my perch on top of the fire escape, watching as Jason, The Red Hood beat out the group of men. Throwing them around like they weighed nothing, sometimes I’d get worried he’d get overwhelmed, but he always came out on top. The big guy was wading through the smaller ones, “Oh he has a baseball bat. How cute. He’s gonna swing up in 3…2…1- Now!”
Jason turned on his heel and slammed his fist into the big guy's face, I winced as I heard the bones break under his fist and sending him tumbling to the ground. I barked with a shocked laugh, clapping my hands and cheering. The fight cleared up quickly, the goons knocked out at his feet. He stood there for a moment catching his breath.
He glanced up to the fire escape where I was perched, he didn’t say anything while catching his breath. He was also aware how crazy he’d look because he was the only person who could see me. “You're welcome.” I said with a cocky grin while crossing my arms over my chest.
I could feel the eye roll from my perch but also hear the ever so deep chuckle he let out which brought a smile to my face, I slipped off the edge of the fire escape and floated to the ground. I’d gotten freakishly comfortable with the whole ghostly thing.
My powers hadn’t ever been anything special, just the usual seeing ghost and minor telepathy. Most I can do it throw a glass across the room, not anything to impressive so I didn’t really tell anyone. I didn’t really care to much, sure every so often I got a weird look from a passer-by after I accidently spoke to a ghost in public, but I’ve learnt how to separate the living and dead even in Gotham, there was plenty of the dead.
The day I died (not really but got put into a coma) started off pretty normally, I woke up normally. Got up for work, dressed and went about my day. Rushing through the usual gloomy Gotham weather, I looked up at the street's lights. Rolling on my boots while I waited for the lights to change, it soon flicked from green to orange to red. I rushed from my spot on the sidewalk, trying to get out of the rain as soon as possible. I didn’t see the car lights cutting through heavy rain until it was too late.
I don’t know why I don’t remember much of the crash; you’d think I would? A car slamming into you isn’t a feeling you would forget but maybe it was just my brain trying to spare me the pain. I suppose I should be grateful. I’m not sure what happened. What my powers did in response to my injury but after my vision was swallowed by car lights, I blinked a few times and the next thing I knew; I was standing in a- motel room?
I blinked a few times once again, looking around with shock and confusion. It wasn’t the best motel room, I looked around trying to figure out what was going on. Glancing around I noticed it just sitting on the bed, the red helmet that I instantly recognised from the news. Kingpin turned vigilante. Red Hood. My lips started as words died on my lips, what in the actual fuck was going on!?
I jumped when the bathroom door clicked open, the light from the bathroom streaming into darker room I was standing along with the steam from the hot shower. To be honest, I always liked to think I’d be the fight type of panic response, but apparently, it’s freeze. I stood still like a moron as the stranger- apparently Red Hood stepped into the room just a towel hanging from his hips. Oh god he was shredded but my eyes caught on an- autopsy scar- what the fuck?
We made eye contact.
Long, awkward eye contact. Both staring at each other in shock. I don’t know if he moved first, or I yelled first but he dashed across the room clearly searching for a weapon. The towel dropped. I screamed and he threw a lamp at me and it just- phased through me. Now that caused me to scream louder and Red Hood to freak out a little more.
So yeah, that’s how my limbo undead state came about. I still hadn’t figured out how I got attached to Jason in particular but Jason, the pretty son of bitch refuses to tell me much about his life. Always changes the subject or goes into the bathroom. Asshole.
I walked alongside him as we returned to- he called it hideout. I called it home. I hummed to myself while letting myself float up into the air, hovering over him.
“You have way too much fun with that.” He said while dropping down on to the couch. The helmet making a metallic click as he took off his helmet. His eyes flicking over to me, and I floated upside down.
“Perks of being in limbo.” I said, twirling my body around and floating down to the ground again. He watched me with an amused expression. Jason still hasn’t decided if he believes that I’m real or just a figment of- what did he say in passing once? The pit? He got pretty grumpy with me when I made a joke about that sounding like a gay bar. He hid in the bathroom for 2 hours after that.
“Don’t you ever feel tried?” He said while flopping back on to his bed, I tilted my head to the side at him. There was a stench of silence. “Oh, right. Coma thing, so you’ve claimed.”
“I’ve given you, my name. You can always go search up who I am.” I said while walking over to his bed, swinging my foot into leg like I was trying to kick him, but my boot passed through his body. Jason huffed and moved his leg away.
“That’s cold.” He huffed in irritation; he leaned back up to look at me. “And I’d not. It would either confirm I’ve gone insane, or I’ve got an actual Ghost haunting me. Remain blissfully unaware.”
I opened my mouth to protest when Jason’s phone rang which piqued my interest, in the- 3 weeks I’ve been floating around. He hadn’t gotten any calls. I perked up and peaked at the phone screen, “Who’s daddy dearest?” I asked before Jason just- walked through me to get his phone in a mild panic.
That was a weird feeling. I groaned while wrapping my arms around myself. “Augh! Don’t do that you ass!” I cursed while floating up into the air while he answered the phone. I pouted while twirling around in the air while looking at him talking on the phone, his back to me making the effort to hide it.
I stared for a moment before ever so slowly floating over to Jason as he stood talking on the phone, I only caught enough to hear the words ‘bat-cave’ and ‘tonight.’ I grinned widely while Jason turned to look at me after he hung up.
“Are you going to see Batman?” I smiled; Jason stared at me. His usual grumpy expression shifted into an amused laugh before he caught himself and shook it off.
“You need to behave while we’re there.” He pointed at my face; this stern expression half hearted. I barked with a laugh while throwing my arms in the air.
“Yes!” I saluted playfully, “I will be on my best behaviour.”
“You are a big liar.” He said, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Maybe.”
I could tell that Jason wasn’t pleased with knowing I was tagging along with him to the Bat cave, but the pretty idiot had no choice. I had no choice. I wasn’t even paying attention to Jason’s less then pleased expression when we arrived at the fucking Wayne manor. I gasped while looking up at the place. “No fucking way.” I grinned as his bike down through a tunnel under the manor, “Bruce Wayne is batman!?”
Jason grunted, “You-” He trailed off, clearly about to tell me to not tell anyone then remembered that I can’t. I stared at him with an annoyed expression, and he made the conscious effort to avoid my glare as he parked. My irritation wore off instantly at the sight of the Bat mobile, I flung myself across the room. Stared at the car in awe and Jason scoffed under his breath and started walking deeper into the cave. I, however, did not notice this until whatever connection kept me bound to him started dragging me to follow him.
I caught up with him, “Hey, Red. Have you told anyone about me?” I asked.
“Absolutely not.” He said quickly, well, I guess that made sense. Didn’t want to be called crazy but uhh, he runs around is some comicon like cosplay beating up criminals in an ally. That’s pretty crazy but I decided not to comment.
We moved into the much bigger cave, and I squealed in glee while floating up to look around the save, “Is that a fucking dinosaur!?” I gasped while pointing to it, twirling around. “What the fuck is this stuff!?” 
I look down to Jason who was watching me, I couldn’t make out much from behind the helmet as I swooped down to follow him as he walked to a centre platform. There was a big fuck off computer, with massive screens filled with information I couldn’t keep up with. I stared in awe then landed on the ground when actually seeing Batman himself, sitting at the massive computer. 
“Might’ve been something real important to drag me all the way back here.” Jason comment, Batman- Bruce? Shit. What do I call him internally? Bruce. No that feels too personal. Batman? But that also feels weird. Mr Wayne? What the fuck is he? My teacher? Mr Wayne sounds like a spy name. Hello Mr Wayne, you’ll never stop me from ending the world. Mwahaha!
“There’s been strange cases around Gotham.” Batman- Bruce, yeah, we’ll go with Bruce said while he typed on the computer, bringing up hospital files. I narrowed my eyes a little.
“That’s illegal.” I commented, Jason’s head flicked towards me a little, but he caught himself before he could scold me.
“All minor injuries, car crash. Fall down the stairs.” Bruce carried on, “Yet people just aren’t waking up again. The first case was around three weeks ago.”
“Ok?” Jason said, “This doesn’t seem like your territory.” 
“It wasn’t until I noticed each other the victims were members of wealthy families.” Bruce said while typing on the computer a little more. I frowned a little, a pit welling up in my stomach. My usual playful smile fading into a worried expression. I almost stumbled back with a gasp when my own picture got pulled up on the large screen. “They were the first victim, came from a wealthy family. After a minor traffic collision, they slipped into a coma despite no brain injuries.”
As he spoke, the sound in my ears began to feel distant. What is he saying? That- someone did this to me? I think Jason said something, but I didn’t hear it.
“After the next victim well into a coma, her families bank accounts were completely emptied shortly after which is the same pattern with the others aside from the first. I don’t know why.”
“So what?” Jason said with a cock of his head, “You think someone is robbing rich people by putting people in coma’s?”
Bruce scowled; it was a very tried expression like how silly it sounded said so bluntly. I looked over to him, watching him for a few long moments before looking to Jason. A desperate expression on my face.
“I’m aware of how it sounds, I called you here since the area your patrol is the central point of all the victims.” He explained while flicking his eyes back to the room with so much information that it made my already panicking mind swirl. “And well aware that you dislike any of us stepping on your toes.”
“He’s really saying someone did this to me?” I said in a quiet voice, mostly to myself then Jason who shuffled a little while looking at the screen.
“How would someone even put people into coma’s and not leave a single trace?” Jason asked, walking towards the computer scanning over screen. Bruce sighed.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
I’m not sure when I zoned out while scanning over the screen, all the information as the sounds of Jason and Bruce talking faded into the background.
Someone did this to me? To try and rob my family? My life forced into limbo for fucking money?! Why. Why. Why. Why. 
I felt the tug of my connection to Jason start to tug me along while he started to walk away from the platform we were standing on. I blinked a few times after getting dragged out of my anger and confusion filled spiral. This didn't make sense. I opened my mouth to behind to protest walking away. I wasn’t done looking at the screen! This wasn’t fair! Jason tilted his head over his shoulder, I couldn’t see his face, but I could only imagine the angry glare he was shooting me.
I followed along without much argument, head down while we returned. Jason and I were silent while slipping back inside the ‘hide out’, I didn’t say much while moving over to the corner of the room. Sitting on the ground and pulling my knees to my chest, pressing my forehead into my knees.
Time passed; I wasn’t really paying attention to what Jason was doing. I just couldn’t make sense of any of then thoughts rushing through my head, it just felt like it was to much. Someone did this to- what? Rob my family? How many people has this been done this too? It was so- It just didn’t make sense. Why-
Hearing my name snapped me out of my spiralling thoughts, I jolted a little while flicking my eyes over to Jason who was standing on the other side of the room. Clearly during my spiralling, Jason had showered and changed. He was staring at me with a look I couldn't quite read but definitely hadn’t seen on his face before. 
“Yeah?” I said while painfully aware of how meek I sounded; Jason sighed. There was a moment of silence that passed between us before he finally spoke up again.
“We’ll figure out who did this to you.” He said, looking at me. I stared back at him for a moment, there was a look behind his eyes. An intensity that I felt so exposed in front off, like he was reading everything going through my mind. I looked away unable to withstand being under his eyes. 
“I-” I said while looking down at myself, my shape was always a little hazy. “Why?”
Jason’s brow furrowed for a second and I could tell he was holding something back, something he wanted to say but decided against it. He sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair.
“The bat asked me too.” Jason said, avoiding looking at me. So that’s it?
“You don’t really seem like the type to do as he’s asked.”
“Do you really want to spend time thinking about why or do you want me to catch the person who fucked you over?” Jason said while raising his eyebrow at me before caused me to let out a soft little laugh while looking away from him.
“I guess you’re right.” I said with a tried smile, I flicked my eyes over to him again. “Thanks.”
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Cowboy!Joel (41) X F!Reader (25) | 4.7k | wip | explicit | 18+ minors dni | enemies to lovers | slow burn | au: no cordyceps outbreak
After four years away at collage, you’re finally home with the tools and knowledge to save your family ranch. That is, if their ranch hand would stay out of your way.
Or: Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky little attitude, or her sinfully tight jeans.
a/n: phew this chapter was hard to write because all i want it for them to kiss already. these two are so at each others throats that i cant WAIT to write that in the form of the devils tango. please let me know what you guys think, comments fuel my desire to write🤍
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Chapter 2: Northern Attitude
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Three days of bad weather pass before Joel is able to get the truck out of the snow to drag your car out of the embankment—but he chooses not to anyway. He’s spent the last three days working and avoiding you, because he can’t keep his head from spouting off about how much you piss him off and how good you look doing it.
And piss him off, you do. The morning after your first night home, Joel was shoveling off the steps and the front driveway when you came out of the house in a pair of pants that look like they have been in your closet for years because god damn, they are tight. He doesn’t miss the look on your face when you find your way into the snow where he’s working. “Like my stupid fucking shoes? I wore them so I’d look nice when I saw my parents—thought there was some delicious cowboy here to impress. But now they are all I have to wear because some bullheaded asshole left my car on the side of the road with all of my belongings in it.”
Him, being the bullheaded asshole instead of the delicious cowboy. He’s fuming, if he wasn’t already panting, he’s sure there would be steam rolling out of his ears right about now. He can't stand you. Cant stand your cocky attitude and the way you hold your hands on your hip’s—those sexy little fucking—Joel! “Should have known better than to show up in the middle of winter in those damn heels. You did that to yourself. You should know the only thing you’re findin’ here is cow shit and snow.” You cross your arms and look over his shoulder. “Yeah—nothing but bullshit here.” He turns to find Tommy, his eyes on your figure in your stupidly tight outfit, he’d always been the bolder of the two. “Nice shoes…y’know, they do seem practical, you’re a few inches above the cold, y’know? Don’t ya think, Joel?” You smile at him and Joel sees red, that trading asshole. “Y’know, I was still gonna pull you out, bullheaded asshole here was the one who insisted we leave you.”
If Joel was a better man, he’d tell his brother to fuck off—but he’s not, so he socks him in the mouth and gives him a nasty bruise and a split lip. Both of you hightail it away from the driveway and Joel gets back to his shoveling.
Since that day, it’s been a non-stop onslaught of demeaning remarks. You sneer at him when you pass him in the halls, so he sticks to the hunting cabin he and Tommy occupy for a whole day. When he comes in for supper, you sneer at him again. “What, do you just hide out all day, doing jack shit?” He started this, he knows that, and there isn’t much he can do since he left you for dead on the side of the road a few days ago. He huffs at you when he sits down across from you while everyone else gets their plates in the kitchen. His voice is somewhere between a whisper and an aggravated shout. “I’ve been taking care of the cattle, what the hell have you been doing all day, huh? With that big fancy degree? Hid in the house all day and do your nails?” The nails in question are a sharp blue color, a homage to the crisp skies as the sun sets amongst the gloomy clouds, radiating dark indigo across the plains. His stomach curls when his brain supplies the image of them wrapped around his cock—both your little hands, manicured and soft and—son of a—“Actually, I think I forgot to check the fences. Miss Lou, do you mind if I pack this up to go?” He did forget, and he should do that, but it could have waited another day. He really needs a reason to get away from your accusing eyes right now, away from the way you unwillingly make him feel ridged all over.
He checks all the fences on the half mile walk to the hunting cabin, eats his supper at the sad little table and tries (he fucking tries, okay?) to keep his hands off himself. It aches, aches when he gets hard, like a damn weight between his legs that makes him feel dizzy from lack of blood in his poor muddled brain. He gets crazy—can't stand the thought of another person having so much control over his senses that he can't control his own bodily functions. He hates that you’ve weaseled your way in to his weaknesses—pretty eyes, smarter than him, hard to get with an attitude. It pisses him off so bad that his body reacts before his mind can gain clarity enough to tell himself no. But how can he, when all he can think about is what this is doing to him.
He cant stop thinking about how much of a bitch you are, about the type of men you probably pulled while off in collage and how you expected some kind of Adonis and what you got was just Joel. Your disappointment in his mere existence does nothing to flag how hard he is when he finally gets his hands in his pants. It should be alarming how fast he’s got himself on the edge on the image of you glaring him down, blackmailing him just so he can be your own personal verbal punching bag.
What the fuck is wrong with him, that being treated like garbage gets him so worked up. Is it because he knows it's something he'll never have? Like nothing else in the world can, you’ve got him hot and stiff in his large hand, after three days of knowing you, his head tipped back against his pillow and his eternal gratefulness that Tommy is still eating supper at the main house. At least he wont have to witness the way Joel’s resolve goes down the drain when he thinks about those pretty eyes, those nimble fingers and that bratty little attitude. He cums when he thinks about your stupid fucking shoes and how angry you are at him that you’re stuck wearing them.
Tomorrow, he’ll tell you he still cant get your car out, even if all the fucking snow melts, just so he can watch you walk around in them for a little longer, so he can hate you a little bit more. Maybe his distaste will bleed out the want, but Joel has never been that lucky.
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It’s damn late by the time Tommy makes it home—or maybe it’s not, but Joel's guilty hand found the neck of a bottle a few moments after washing it clean, so he’s completely lost track of time. Drowning his troubles was the best thing he could come up with, so he tipped the bottle back until it was empty and his head felt like it was in a fish bowl.
The door throws open when he’s leaned all the way back in a chair at the little dining table, his bottle sitting empty in front of him and his mind reeling. “Close the damn door, it’s freezing!” He doesn’t open his eyes, because he’s got the spins and the last thing he wants to do right now is throw up.
“Aint me.” He hears Tommy’s voice somewhere in the living room and he finally peeks an eye open and glances towards the door.
“You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?” It’s you, standing in the doorway and letting in all the cold residing outside of these walls. Joel attempts to lean forward, but his weight wobbles and the chair falls backwards on the hardwood. “This is why this ranch doesn’t make any profit. You spend your days drunk off your ass, don’t you?” Her tone is so accusing and snappy, if Joel had half a mind he would pull himself off this floor and give her a piece of it.
“S’the end of the day, I’m not workin’, ‘n I can do whatever I want.” He pulls himself up using the table and he stand there for a moment, trying to let his head catch up with the rest of his body. “I came down here to tell you I want my car out tomorrow morning first thing. But, by the looks of it you wont be good for a damn thing in the morning.”
He groans and walks over to the door on wobbly legs, his vision is blurry but the drunk part of his brain supplies that you walked all the way here with Tommy just to bark orders at him. So, Tommy is definitely a fucking traitor, getting cozy with you when he knows how irritating Joel finds you to be. Even if you look damn good with those wind bitten red cheeks that would look so good hallowed out around his—c’mon, Joel. “I’ll be up before you, smartass. I have livestock to feed, ‘sides, I told you I'd pull it out when I could. Snow’s still too thick.” Joel uses the door frame to hold him up while you look him over from the porch. “I wasn’t asking you to pull it out, Im telling you.” Telling him? Like he’s not his own goddamned person, who makes decisions around here of his own? Hank asked him over a year ago to manage the ranch on his own—he’s been the one calling the shots here for some time, so what gives you the right to stand on his porch and tell him what he’s going to do?
“You might be the all reining princess in their eyes, but do not push me, Honey. I’m not the one to fuck with,” your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest like that might somehow make him second guess his boldness. You take a few steps closer and puff your chest out, point your nose up at him with a hard glare. “What are you going to do about it, huh? Not a damn thing.” Actually, one thing does come to mind and it takes everything in Joels power not to grab you by your hair and bend you over the back of the couch, show you exactly what he’s going to do about it.
Instead, he stands there in the frigid air, looking down at you like a pissed off little mouse staring down an alley cat, so fucking brave that he questions if he’s an alley cat at all. “When you can run this ranch by yourself, then you can look down your nose at me, but until then, you’re going to need some taller stupid fucking shoes.” He wouldn’t have the balls to say these things to you if not for the whiskey burning through his veins. Actually, he’s been pretty weary of telling you off, because the last thing he needs is you telling your parents, who obviously would believe you over him. But right now? Fresh off half a bottle and a mind numbing orgasm? He has all the courage in the world.
“I want my car out. I want my things and my clothes. You have until tomorrow night, or my parents can find new ranch hands.” He scoffs and his anxiety only bubbles up a little bit—he’ll pay for it tomorrow, but right now he’s pissed. “Well you better hurry back there and get on it. I’ll tell ya what—I’ll even help you hang up the flyers, hows that sound?” Your face is beat red in an attempt to contain your anger, your eyebrows are drawn together in the kind of pout that makes Joel chub up in his sleep pants. He’d rather sleep out in the snow than to have you see the way your attempt at aggravation works him up, so he starts to close the door on himself. “Better get to it, unless you want to be the one up at four thirty to feed.” He closes the door, turns his body and lets himself slump against the wood. His palm finds the front of his pants and he pushes, attempting to quell the sudden rush of blood that makes his head spin more than the alcohol in his system. “Damn…she’s gettin’ to you, huh?”
It’s Tommy’s obnoxious fucking voice in his head, standing near the hallway to the two small bedrooms. “Fuck off, Tommy, you know how it is for me.” The younger man laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm just sayin’, it’s kind of funny. Nobody gets under your skin like that. Does fightin’ really do it for you?” His voice is dripping with amusement and Joel wants to punch him again. “It ain’t the fightin’.” Tommy rolls his eyes when Joel reaches into his pants to adjust the discomfort. “Oh, thats right. Your shitty attitude comes sometime after she gets your big ol’—“ Joel growls at him, ”Tommy, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m going to drag you out in the snow and beat your ass.”
It does the trick, because Tommy knows Joel isn’t kidding, he’s always been the stronger of the two, the one who’s always put Tommy in his place and he’s never been afraid to sock him square in his mouth when he runs it like he is now. “You know it bothers me when I can't control it. I can’t hide it. And she just—she—she’s one of them girls you know? The one’s that you don’t stand a chance with but they rub it in your face anyways and I can’t fucking stand it. It’s embarrassin’.”
He leans away from the door and makes his way over to the couch. When he plops down, his head finds his hands and he drags his calloused fingers through his curly, wind whipped locks. “What if you did stand a chance? Been a really long time since you’ve let yourself have anything.” Tommy finds the seat beside him and their heated argument shifts into a tender conversation, one brother to another, one man to his best friend in the whole world. “Ain’t about what I can have, tom, she’s Hanks daughter and I’m double her age, at least. This,” he gestures to himself vaguely. “This is the last thing a girl like her wants to get themselves tied up in. Can’t—one and done it like you can. Takes some…workin’ up to.”
Tommy pushes his shoulder with a small snort. “Always wondered how you got that thing in anyone.” He hasn’t wondered—he’s asked for years, and Joel being the closed off man he is, never had the heart to spill his bed-mates secrets. But there hasn’t been anyone for years, certainly not someone like you who can get him going faster than anyone he’s ever met. “Just—lots of…stretching. Things I can't do during a tumble in the hay, alright? And not everyone wants to deal with that—fuck know’s I don’t.”
Deal with the rejection of someone seeing him naked and kindly (or not so kindly) telling him that they aren’t interested anymore, deal with the look of shock women give him when he’s pressed up against them—when they feel it. He’s tired of it—so he doesn’t try anymore. Having you at his doorstep, flooring that desire in him? He can't deal with that. “I always thought it would be kind of an appeal to women, don’t they like that? I mean, I didn’t get your genes but I’m not doin’ too bad, they seem to like it.” Not doing too bad? To be normal, lead a normal life where he doesn’t have to bring anxieties to a moment he should only bring pleasure? “It ain’t all puppies and rainbows, man…nine times out of ten were good and they’re into it until I get my pants off. Then they hightail it out of there before I even have a chance to explain myself.”
It’s an embarrassing conversation to have with your brother, but Joel is grateful that he at least has someone he can talk about this with, above all else. The years he’s struggled, the supposed highs that only led to disappointment. It's been one minuscule moment of rejection after another, and he’s not asking for a lot, just to feel what everyone else gets to feel—normal, wanted, less like a freak and more like something to be desired. All for something he can’t change about himself, because believe him he wants to.
“I’m sorry man…I can’t relate, but I know how hard it is for you. One day, some crazy bitch is going to love your…terrifying dick.” He snorts loudly and rolls his eyes at his little brother. “Today ain’t the day, but thanks, Tom…” his head is still spinning and if he doesn’t go to bed soon, he won't make it out to feed before the sun hits the horizon. Tommy heads to his room, but Joel finds a blanket and curls up on the couch with a trash can at his side—just incase he needs to throw up before morning comes and he sobers up.
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He does make it out to feed. It takes him an hour to get a hundred and fifty heads of cattle fed—he can’t wait till spring when they can be turned out to pasture, when half of them are sold off and the breeding season restarts. The cold, stand still winters drive him crazy on every ranch he’s ever worked, but this one more than most, because the cold is bone deep and there's you now, to drive him crazy in every possible direction.
When he’s done with the cattle, he takes inventory of the feed room, make’s a list to take with himself to town when the roads are cleared, then makes his way over to the stable. If there is one thing he can find solitude in, it’s snorting, fussing, grouchy ass horses early in the morning. They’ll kick at the stalls until he’s filled their feeders, snort cold air at him like they don’t want his company—he finds a lot of himself in the equine’s, misunderstood unless you get to know them like he has. He finds that his favorite place to be is in a saddle, pushing cattle through spring summer and fall, just him and them and all the trust in each other they have to offer.
Once they are fed, he finds his tack bucket and pulls open the stall to a young mare they’d bought last summer. She was ready to break this spring, but Hank had all but given up on the Morgan. So much so that he’d handed Joel her bridle one morning and told him “if you can get through to her, she’s all yours, son.”
She wasn’t a big horse, compared to others over her breed, but she had an untamable mane and tail that Joel has to keep braided or it becomes a rat's nest. She’s all over the place, spooky with a fear of water that Joel can't seem to help her get over. For such a pretty little Palomino, she sure has a lot of fight in her.
“Hey, pissy girl.” He hums when she flicks her tail at him, pulling her head out of her feeder just long enough to look back at him. He’s been the only person she lets in the stall since they got her, the only person who can give her a good brush down and stand behind her without getting a hoof to the chest. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? I had stuff to do before I could bring you guys breakfast. Besides, you’re gettin’ fat.” He pats her on her flank, watches dust come up under his hand. He starts brushing her down when he hears the stable doors come open. He knows it's not Tommy, because he’s in the north field checking on the heifers who are getting ready to calf. They still have a few more weeks, but it's good to keep track in the middle of the kind of storms they’ve been getting. The last thing they need is losing a calf to this kind of cold.
“Joel? You in here?” It’s Hanks booming voice in the desolate stable. “Yeah, I’m in here Hank!” He sets down the brush and steps out of the stall because he knows Hank won't come in it. “I was tryin’ to find you before my daughter did. She been through here yet?” His stomach drops and curls—did she tell him? About the argument they had on his porch last night? That he was drunk off his ass drowning his emotions like he always has? “I don’t know what she might have…told you, but it was at home—the cows were good, animals fed, I wasn’t—“ Hank makes a face and shakes his head. “Son, I ain’t mad at you for nothin’. I told her you’re allowed to have a few drinks when you’re done with your work. She can be very…aggravating, if anyone knows that it's me. I just wanted to apologize before she comes in a raging ball of fire because shes embarrassed about her shoes.”
Embarrassed? She’s embarrassed about walking around in those boots that make her ass look like it was sculpted by gods? Those damn shoes that can get him hard in an instant? “She’s embarrassed about them?”
Hank cracks a soft smile and puts his hands on his hips. “Most of that fire comes from a hurt place. She's all bark and no bite—“ Joel scoffs. “She just about bit my head off last night. I might have said some things I shouldn’t have.” Hank has always been understanding and kind the entire time Joel has known him. “I know, we talked about it. She said I need new ranch hands and I told her I don’t trust anyone to run this ranch but you. Don’t worry, I won't let her run you off. I really thought college would set her straight, but she’s still got that stubborn attitude of hers. Just—keep yourself busy and she’ll give up eventually. Don’t be afraid to defend yourself, either. I’m not going to get mad at you for standing up to her.”
Its more of a relief than he thought it would be to hear Hank stick up for him. You must have ran home to tattle on him, but knowing Hank has his back eases the anxiousness built up in him from the night before. “Anyways…when you see her, maybe Tommy can take her to get her things until we can get her car out, so she can get off of everyones back.” It’s going to have to be Tommy—there's no way in hell Joel can handle being in a car with her by himself with his current situation. “Absolutely, thank you Hank.” The man heads out the door with a genuine smile. “Don’t be too late for breakfast! Louise made fresh jam.”
Breakfast sounds like a dream to his empty stomach, so he gets back to the task at hand so he can spare himself a few minutes of downtime to eat before he gets back to work. He steps back into the stall, runs his hand across the top of his horse's back and sighs. “Maybe I should cut her some slack, huh Cersei? You’re kind of a bitch, but you’re still my favorite girl.” The horse nickers at him, flicks her tail and waits patiently for him to get back to brushing out her winter coat.
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It’s breakfast when he finally sets eyes on you again, but you aren’t in those damn shoes—you’re barefoot like that's somehow any better. You’re barefoot in what looks like an old pair of your pajamas, like you just rolled out of bed when it’s already eight in the morning. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You sneer at him a little when he sits down across from you with his plate. Tommy hasn’t made it inside yet and Hank and Louise are in the living-room after they’ve already finished eating.
“I’ve been up for hours, what were you doing? Cant learn to manage a ranch if you sleep until eight in the morning.” Joel feels like he has the upper hand, and based on the look on your face, you know it too. “That’s what I have you for, to do all the grunt shit I don’t want to. I slept like a baby.” Joel on the other hand tossed and turned all night, willing away his morning wood for hours until he finally gave in and wrapped his hand around himself in the dark of his room under his soft quilt, where your prying eyes couldn’t reach.
It’s the only damn thing keeping him from chubbing up in his jeans, looking at you across the table in a pair of sleep shorts that ride up and leave little to his imagination. He thinks about how easy it would be to pull them aside and slip his fingers through your lips—if he would be able to get you wet. It’s enough to get him excited, so he tries to find a way out before it becomes too big of a problem.
“Where are you going?” He looks down at his plate, devising a plan to leave with it, so he can at least finish his breakfast. “Uhm…I have a lot to do today, figured I would get back to it while the day is young.” You push your chair back and stand as well, Joel’s eyes must have a mind of their own because they track up your bare thighs to the bottom of your shorts that have ridden up so much the fabric is pulled tight along the outline of your center—goddamn he can fucking see your pussy. He makes a sharp sound, choking on the spit building up in his mouth as it waters.
“You aren’t doing anything until you get my car out, you hear me? I’m not walking around another second like this.” You gesture to yourself—Joel couldn’t agree more. You need to wear clothes that fit you if he wants to keep his dick to himself. “Tommy is going to take you, he’ll be in soon.” You shake your head at him with a huff. “No, I don’t want Tommy taking me, he’s not the one responsible for leaving my car in the snow. You are getting my car out.”
He wants to argue some more, but arguing with you makes him horny and the last thing he needs is to be that worked up in a car with you for an extended period of time.
“Fuck—alright, fine—give me fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you at the truck.”
It’s a shit ass excuse to run back to the cabin and spend ten minutes jacking off as fast as he can fucking manage so he can control himself in the truck. It’s a futile attempt to control the way Hanks spitfire of a daughter makes him hotter than the surface of the sun.
You are going to be the death of him.
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salmonpiffy · 2 years ago
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Apple of my eyes - God of War
I wrote the fanfic! AAAAAAAAAAAAA 
English isn’t my first language but I had tried my best to translate it as good as possible (Thanks to Google Translate, Quillbot and my own English skills)
Idk which part will have a weird grammar but you know what? I’ll take a risk XD
I don’t have Ao3 account yet, so I’ll just post on here first. Enjoy!
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“Shall we go out tomorrow?”
Kratos, who was sewing a sack, looked up at the owner of the voice.
Faye was sitting opposite him, looking out the window. The two were resting in a hut they had built a few years ago. The firelight illuminated her orange hair and blue eyes.
“The snow has melted. I wanna pick some fruit near the Lower Wildwoods.” Faye spoke again, after looking out of the window for a while, she turned her head to look at him. Midgard has been buried in winter for the past several weeks. Although there is rarely a heavy storm this time, they both started to feel relieved (Especially Faye) when this gloomy weather finally ended.
“What fruit are you going to collect?” Kratos asked.
“Apples, and checking around there to see if there is any problem. I hope no more trolls come in.” Faye replied.
“Hm” Kratos hum softly.
The woman turned to look outside the window again and sighed.
“By the way, I haven't eaten an apple for a while. Miss the sweet taste of it already.” She smiled at the thought of the fruit.
Kratos didn't answer. His amber eyes still looked at her. Every time he saw Faye smiling or laughing his heart always swelled up. He looked at her for a moment before hurriedly pulling himself back down and continuing to sew the sack. He decided to continue the conversation.
“Speaking of apples… There are stories about apples in my land.”
Faye turned to look again with interest. Kratos continued
“It was The Golden Apple. The legendary fruit that caused the fight between the goddesses until the prince of Troy had to choose who is the fairest one. After deciding the winner, that triggered a war between cities.”
“That…sounds like a mess.” Faye said
Kratos nodded in agreement
“Besides that. People believe that apples represent love. If they like someone, they will throw it to that person as a sign of love.”
“They’re really flirting like that?” Faye asked, sounds surprised
“Yes”
“That’s adorable”
“Hm” Kratos often grunted as the two talked. Sometimes Faye finds it amusing.
“Well, we have a story about the Golden Apples in this land too but mine is now boring when compared to yours” Faye chuckled.
“And what about yours, Faye?” Kratos asked
“Nothing’s very big” She shrugged 
“You are good at telling stories. Listening to your voice would help me concentrate on repairing this”
Faye smiled softly
“Alright, Grumbles”
They sat there, telling their story and talking until the sun almost went down.
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In the next morning, they both went to the Lower Wildwoods. After checking that there are no intruders. Both of them took a boat to another place which is not very far away. They arrived at the dock for a short time.
“Are you certain there will be apples to pick today?” Kratos asked as the boat docked. Faye nodded confidently.
“I've been here many times. Of course there must be.” She picked up the basket and walked onto the deck and led him to the forest.
After a long winter, the forest that had been covered with white snow began to change.The white of the birch trunks contrasts with the warm orange sun and the slightly snowy ground. From a cold wind to a light breeze. Since Faye loved this atmosphere, it was easy for him to notice because she looked energetic right now.
They walked for a while until they reached the destination. Most of the trees in this forest were birch or fir, but here there were a few apple trees. Each tree has a big red apple. hanging on many branches. Faye reached out and pulled an apple to inspect its condition before nodding and showing Kratos the fruit in his hand.
“Looking good!” she said happily.
Kratos grunt in replied
“Pick at least five of them, alright? This will be our dinner.”
Faye put the first apple in the basket before turning around and continuing to look for more apples. Kratos helped find them too. He stared for a moment before pulling out one apple to take a look. This one seems good enough to keep
Kratos turned to Faye but instead called her. He stopped
With an apple in his hand, He wanted to try it but hesitated a little…he hadn't flirted with anyone for decades. After all, this land was not Greece, might this action seem too strange for her?
…But then he chose to try.
“Faye”
“Yes?”
The moment Faye turned around, a big apple flew toward her.
“!!!!”
She managed to catch the apple.
Faye looked at the fruit in her hand, confused before looking up at the man standing before her.
Kratos's face, from where his eyebrows were frowned all the time, now had both eyebrows slightly raised, as if he looked relieved.
“You threw it to me?” Faye asked.
“...Yes,” he replied, she could feel a tiny shyness in his voice.
“You don’t have to throw like that. It might-” Faye stopped because she realized something.
“Apples represent love. If they like someone, they will throw it to that person as a sign of love.”
Wait, is that mean...
Faye looked at the apple and looked at him again before burst out laughing. He actually was flirting with her!
“You!” Faye exclaimed. Her face turned red as she laughed.
“I just… wanted to try.” Kratos said..
When Faye stopped laughing Kratos approached and slowly raised one of his hands to touch her hand that was holding the apple, but didn't say anything.
“Kratos?”
“I am sorry, I had startled you,” Kratos said softly. Faye sighed.
“You don't have to apologize.” Faye replied, still smiling.
“I forgot to tell you that if the other person can catch the apple, it means that they had accepted the love confession”
“And I caught it”
"Yes"
Suddenly, Faye leaned forward and kissed him. His amber eyes widened. For a quick moment, their lips parted.
“I like it” she whispered. His pale cheeks slowly turned red. Even though this was a short kiss, he could still feel the other's soft lips. 
“You caught well” Kratos complimented.
“If the mighty warrior gets hit in the face with an apple, it would be very embarrassing, wouldn't it?” Faye teased.
Kratos chuckled lightly. This rare reaction made her smiled more brightly.
"Thank you for the apple, Kratos. This one is beautiful."
“Hm”
At this moment, the sunlight shone on the woman's face, brightening her orange hair and eyes as blue as the sea. Her flushed cheeks made her look more beautiful than the apple in her hand.
The former god of war's heart swelled again.
When the evening came, they both ate the apple together. It was just as sweet as Faye said.
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This is my first attempt at writing so 😅 I hope you enjoy it
There's no trigger warnings for this - pure fluff!
Word Count: 1k?
Your Bones - Chelsea Cutler  “I love you down to your bones Naked and afraid, they tell me that’s when you know, I feel you takin’ me home, Dusk until the dawn, you’re where I wanna go”
Daniel’s house is where you always felt the most at home, even more so when you just got to spend the day with him uninterrupted. Slowly approaching the first anniversary of dating, you were spending more and more time there. The two of you were inseparable at this point, spending countless nights together before needing to go back to your own apartment. 
Today felt different though and you don’t know if you just got a good night's sleep or if something is in the air. You spent the afternoon cuddled into his arm on the couch, just enjoying some time together since the weather ruined your original plans. 
The skies are gray and the rain hasn’t stopped since you opened your eyes. Making the best of it by lighting some candles and putting on movies, you aren’t going to complain in the slightest. 
“Y/N, have I ever told you how much I love the rain?” he mumbles into the top of your head, placing a small kiss there at the end of his question. You simply nod ‘yes’ in response, because he tells you everytime it rains that he loves it ‘because it’s soothing’, which makes you giggle to yourself as you think of it. 
“You know what I love even more though-” he speaks, causing your eyes to go wide and your heartbeat to pick up. You hadn’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet even though you had been together for a while and now the possibility of it happening in this moment, instantly caused you to panic. Not that you didn’t love him or that you thought he didn’t feel the same, but it’s a big moment for a couple usually and you were unprepared for it to happen in this moment. “Thunderstorms,” he spits out. “The thunder sounds similar to some of my drums” 
Sitting up to look at him, you pull his face in with both hands to plant a quick kiss to the bridge of his nose causing him to close his eyes with a soft smile. 
“You’re the cutest human I’ve ever met” you whisper to him. Turning your head to look out the window again, you see the sky light up quickly. Waiting for the rumble to follow closely behind, you realize that maybe today IS the day to tell him. Looking at the rain falling knowing that this is his favorite type of weather, especially as his smile grows when the thunder hits, you know exactly what you’re going to do. 
Standing up from the couch, you reach your hands out to him.
“What are we doing, sweetheart?” He questions you as he stands up, following behind you with your hands clasped together as you lead him to the front door. Opening the door quickly, revealing the gloomy scenery in all its glory, you pull him outside into the driveway. 
“You said you love the rain, so I thought we should enjoy it the right way” you tell him through soft laughs, as you feel the rain hitting your skin. His smile could light up a room and the look in his eyes was enough of a reward, you didn’t even need him to speak anything else. 
Immediately spinning you out and pulling you back in, he holds one of your hands out, wrapping his other arm around your waist. Both of you are just giggling as the rain soaks through your clothes, slow dancing to the sound of the storm in his driveway is something you never thought of doing but now, you couldn’t imagine spending today doing anything else. You rest your head against his shoulder, soaking in this feeling that’s become so overwhelming. You feel your own heart swell, slowly picking up speed until you feel like it’s going to pound its way out of your chest. You press your hand against him, noticing he must be feeling the same thing because you can feel every little beat.   
“Hold on,” you tell him, breaking away from him quickly. You run inside to grab your keys, quickly making your way back to your car. You turn it on and plug your phone in, frantically scrolling through your music until you have a second of clarity. You open the album, choosing the song calmly because you know at this moment, this is what needs to happen. Turning the volume up, you walk back over to him, he's watching you like you created the moon and stars. 
“I want you to listen to this one,” you tell him while wrapping your arms around him again. The cool feeling of his damp shirt against the side of your face as you rest against him while the song plays. 
‘I love you down to your bones’ 
Grabbing your hand, he presses a light kiss to the back of it and on your knuckles before he begins to sway again, this time lining up with the beat of the music. Occasionally spinning you away from him, only to pull you back in. 
‘Naked and afraid, they tell me that’s when you know’
He dips you, holding you in this position for an extra beat just to admire you. 
“You’re so beautiful” he whispers, so he can still hear the song. Pulling you back up to him he lets go of your hand, but weaves it into your hair pulling you close. Leaning you against his chest he continues to rock back and forth. You feel your stomach tighten at this gesture. 
‘I feel you takin’ me home,
Dusk until the dawn, you’re where I wanna go’
Knowing the song’s almost over, you know this is your chance. You slide your hands up, until they’re rested at the base of his neck, locking your fingers together. Staring into his eyes, everything feels calm- everything feels right. 
“You know I mean it though, right?” you quietly come out with it. His eyes sparkle darting between yours, glancing at your lips. He leans down pressing his lips against yours and you swear you can feel them shaking, he rests his hands on either side of your face holding your jaw as he deepens the kiss. The rain drops making their way down your cheeks and the thunder rumbling, you feel him start to smile into you. 
“I love you too, baby.”
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sl-newsie · 9 months ago
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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 15: Proceed
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“Good morning, Eleanor,” a calm voice stirs me awake.
“Eleanor? Who’s-? Oh, never mind.” I open my eyes and find Q’s head upside-down above from me.
“You look pretty in the morning. Most people don’t.”
I roll my eyes. “Very funny. This face has enough scars and marks on it to be mistaken for a cement brick.”
Q takes my head in his hands. “That pretty face is one that I don’t want to share with anyone.”
I arch a brow. “Who are you, some sort of romantic all of a sudden?”
“I can be now since we’ve established mutual feelings of attachment. Would you like to freshen up before we head to work?”
“Suppose I should. Do you mind?” This is the first time I’ve asked to take a shower in someone else’s home.
“Not at all. It’s up the stairs, first door on the-” Q pauses. “Actually, would you like a tour?”
It’s sweet that Q’s already opened to the idea of showing me his apartment. He almost seems excited about it.
“I’d love a tour, Q,” I say with a soft smile.
The geek takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. The upper floor contains a small hallway with 3 doors. We head right and Q opens the first door to reveal a bedroom.
“This is me,” Q says almost shyly. “Just in case you need to come get me.”
Does this mean Q wants me over more often?
“This here’s the bathroom.” Q opens the 2nd door. “And down here-” We walk to the end of the hall and he opens the last door. “-is my home office.”
‘Office’ isn’t the term I would use. It’s more like a miniature version of his lab, only it has a few personal additions such as some science posters and scattered figurines. One might describe it as if it were a nerd’s hideout.
“This is definitely you, Q. Is this where you come up with all your brilliant ideas?”
“Sometimes, yes. Other times I’ll think of something at a random time of day and scribble it down. You can’t predict eureka moments like those.” Q walks back to the stairs. “I’ll leave you to freshen up. There’s some fresh clothes in the cabinet. We leave in 20 minutes.”
I’m finished in 10. It’s odd using someone else’s shower and even stranger when my options of soap smell like Q. A mix of mint, laundry soap, and something that almost smells like gunpowder. After pulling on one of his gray sweaters (I keep my own leggings on because his trousers are far too big) I go back downstairs to find Q being bombarded by all 3 cats.
“A little help?” He asks with a sheepish smile.
I smirk. “I petted them last night. Now it’s your turn, genius. Ready to go?”
He reluctantly pulls the cats off of him and grabs his messenger bag. “All set. I’m assuming you’re disappointed about being out of a mission?”
He’s right. Now that SPECTRE’s been taken care of there’s no new assignment. I should be gloomy about it.
“Maybe M will have some paperwork for me to do.” I shrug. “Or do a coffee run.”
Q goes through the careful process of resetting the alarm system and we walk out into a sunny morning. It’s a shame we have to spend today indoors and miss out on this gorgeous weather. Today would be a perfect day for a drive.
The CNS tower comes into sight. Now that C is- well, taken care of, I wonder what’s to become of the building. No doubt M already has a new MI6 location already being set up. Q and I walk through the office doors and give each other a subtle look of goodbye before we go separate ways. We both know that confusing a workplace relationship with a romantic one is bonkers.
“Morning, Levie,” Moneypenny greets me as she approaches with a file. “I’ve got some paperwork for you.” She gets a gleam in her eye. “Did you and Q have a nice evening?”
She’s suspicious, I’m sure of it. It’s like she wanted Q and I to get together. Cheeky. But I will not compromise my new relationship to give her the satisfaction.
“Quite tame, actually. Enjoyed some good food, played a few cards. I’m just glad to have gotten a good night’s rest.”
Moneypenny eyes me leerily but lets the subject go and hands me the file. “Bond checked in about an hour ago so he might come visit. Right now you just need to fill this out.” She gives me a wink. “There’s a rumor that M might have a new assignment for you.”
My heart quickens. “Really? No joke?”
“I wouldn’t tease about something like that,” Moneypenny laughs as she walks back to the office.
Finally! I can have my own assignment instead of chasing after Bond. I’ll admit his adventures are exciting but it’s nice to be in control of my own missions. The only downfall is that it means I’ll have to go another month without seeing Q; although  we both know this is bound to happen. 
It’s 4:00 now. That’s given a big window of time for Q to get some space from me. Being in a secret relationship is strange as it is and I don’t want to overstress it by complicating our workplace relationship. So instead of heading to Q’s lab to annoy him I go for a walk in the courtyard. It’s always fun to act as a civilian and watch the naive pedestrians go about their everyday lives. If they knew how much chaos there is in the world they would panic into anarchy. Though it is disturbing that we keep them in the dark. What’s best is for them to enjoy the peace rather than dwell on violence.
“Enjoying the peace and quiet?” Someone approaches from behind.
I don’t turn to face Bond and gesture to our surroundings. “It’s too quiet. After the mess we’ve had this feels unnatural. Do you think people could ever handle the truth about what we do?”
My old mentor sighs deeply and shakes his head. “Could you?”
“Couldn’t say. How am I supposed to forget what I’ve seen? I don’t think I could dispose of that much knowledge of bloodshed on someone. ‘Sometimes it’s more noble to tell a small lie than to deliver a painful truth.’”
Bond gives me a funny look. “Did you just quote Night At The Museum?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t take you for a movie person.”
“It’s a very nice trilogy," I smirk. "We should have a movie night and I can show it to you.”
“Do you even have an apartment yet?” Bond asks.
I shake my head. “It’s on the list.”
Now Bond looks at his watch. “Better keep the list handy because you won’t have time to look for one. I’m here to tell you that you’re scheduled to meet with M in 20 minutes. He says it’s important so that most likely means you have a new mission, 0011.”
I get a giddy smile. “Yeah, Moneypenny mentioned it. What’s in store for you?”
“I’ve got a few ideas.” Bond gives me a sneaky smile.
There’s no use attempting to get more from that. For all I know he’s planning on blowing up another building. As we walk back I can’t help but feel happy that he can take a break. Not saying Bond’s due for retirement but I can step in to help carry the load if need be. After we say a quick goodbye Bond heads off towards the garage. Now to head to the elevator… or not. One little pop-in with Q wouldn’t hurt, right? No, I should focus on work. 
I head upstairs to meet with M, who seems much more laid back.
“Ah, good afternoon, 0011. I trust you know why I’ve summoned you here?”
“Yes, sir. You have a mission for me?”
“Affirmative.” M gestures to a screen across the room. “A few Siberian spies broke into a facility in northern Scotland. I need you to detain them and bring them here for questioning. Can I trust you to keep it simple and not make a mess?”
I stand to attention and nod. “Affirmative, sir. I will leave right away.”
The leader seems pleased and hands me a flashdrive. “Here’s the information you’ll need. I suggest you review any needed weaponry with Q before you depart.”
“Of course, sir.” For business and pleasure. 
With a new wave of excitement I quickly exit M’s office and hurry to the basement. It’s much more busy now that C’s not prying into everyone’s business. Maybe Q can actually get some assistance instead of being stuck down here by himself. I find the shaggy-haired geek scribbling some notes down at his back desk.
“You won’t believe what Bond just took,” he says without looking up.
I literally just saw Bond and he’s already causing trouble?
“Another new car?” I guess dryly.
Q lifts his gaze and points to the garage door. “Nope. His car.”
Sure enough, the classic Aston Martin DB5 is nowhere to be seen. 
“He always loved that bloody car.” I walk over to where my bike is leaning against the wall. “I’m afraid I have to use my vehicle now as well though I promise I will bring it back. Would you mind if I borrowed this afterwards to do some, ah, house-hunting?”
Q pauses, then gets up to walk over while avoiding my gaze. “Still looking for an apartment?”
“Yes. I can’t keep living at work even if I’m only here in-between missions. Perhaps I should just find a storage unit for my things and let Moneypenny take care of Cricket.” I shrug. “Aside from you there’s not much that ties me to somewhere.”
Now Q’s fidgeting with his hands. “Actually, if you’re open to it, maybe… You could move in with me?”
He’s serious? I could…? I’m not sure how to feel about this. After I joined the MI6 I’ve always relied on myself to make ends meet, to have a home. Can I allow enough trust to rely on him?
“That’s a big commitment. Are you sure?”
Q gets a lopsided grin. “You’re already staying with me and you haven’t found an apartment. Why not?”
If anything I thought I’d be the one to move our relationship along. It’s admiring to see Q so confident in our new situation.
“If it’s no burden to you-”
“That couldn’t be farther from the truth,” Q interrupts and takes my hand. “You’re anything but a burden, Eleanor.”
His words bring a smile to my face. “Yes, Geoffrey. I’d love to move in with you. On one condition.” I hold up a finger. “You allow me to take up half of the rent.” He goes to argue but I cover his mouth with my hand. “It’s only fair. I will not take no for an answer, Quartermaster.”
Q gives me an annoyed look while I still keep his mouth shut. Then he surprises me by kissing my hand, which I instinctively lower due to the unnatural feeling.
“Fine,” Q stubbornly agrees. “You can pay half the rent, even though your payment in affections is worth enough.” He pecks a kiss on my cheek. “I hope to mirror such emotions.”
I arch a brow. “Are you saying you love me?”
Q’s eyes spark and he leans in to back me against the wall, his face inches from mine. “Would you like a lecture, or a demonstration?”
Oh my. I thought being sent on a new assignment was going to be the highlight of the day; but nothing can compare to this new feeling of anticipation racing through my veins. My curiosity on Q’s idea of a demonstration is a new itch in my brain. I’m almost sad to have to leave.
I take a deep breath and hold up a hand to cress Q’s cheek. “Save it for when I get back, genius. Right now I’ve got to go catch a few rascals in Scotland.”
I see Q shares my disappointment but we both know our jobs must come first. Emotions will only make my task complicated. Right now I have to focus on proceeding to the task at hand. Pushing the struggle aside, I slide past Q to retrieve my motorcycle.
“M said to review weaponry with you before I go. Any suggestions?”
Q snaps back into his workplace demeanor and goes back to retrieve something from his desk. "You still wear the pendant tracker?"
"Of course."
"Good. Then we won't need to worry about losing contact." He hands me a small case. “Here, but be careful with it. These are potassium pellets, which means they react violently with water. Will really come in handy if you need to make a quick explosion, and since it’s Scotland you’re traveling to there should be plenty of water to use.”
I graciously take the invention and pack the case safely in the bike’s compartment. “Thank you, Quartermaster. I look forward to seeing your genius device in action.”
“Excited for another adventure, are we? Hopefully this time I won’t be dragged into it.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m starting to think you’re lucky to be stuck down here. Maybe someday I can be more than just an assassin Mata Hari.”
Q gets a serious expression and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You are far more than that, Eleanor. You’re an incredibly loyal agent with a damn good spirit. That and…” He pauses. “Your feminine qualities are rather fine as well.”
His unique ways of flirting are catching, I’ll give him that.
“That means a lot, Q. I promise I’ll try to get back quickly.” I press a kiss to his cheek and mount the bike, starting the engine before I can delay myself further. Lord only knows how this mission will go but I’m confident in my capability.
“I am the angel of death, the time of purification is at hand,” I mutter as the garage door slides open.
Q gives me the thumbs-up to depart. “Go give ‘em Hell, darling.”
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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years ago
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Young American - Part 15**
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This part is super, super happy and fluffy and funny and just basically a big ball of joy. I hope you guys like it!
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Things had been looking up for Y/N. After her mom’s visit she felt a little lighter all around and it was good to know that at least one of her parents was willing to work through their points of disagreement to pursue a relationship with her. From what her mother was telling her, her dad wasn’t all that happy that she had caved and came to visit Y/N. So they were in a bit of a tiff over that, but Marcia didn’t regret her decision in the slightest and she made that very evident to Y/N.
And well, things with Harry had been taking off rather nicely. He was planning on going back to England for a week or so for his cousin’s wedding in the summer and he had asked Y/N to come along and she was thinking about it. Of course she wanted to meet his family, but she wasn’t making nearly as much money as he was and traveling to Europe was expensive. She didn’t even have a passport yet! She had just applied actually and was waiting to get it issued. 
LA was all gloomy again and as much as she loved being in the shop, this was stay at home weather and it seemed like the clientele felt the same way because it was after lunch and the shop was dead, the phone hadn’t even rung today. Vy and G had taken to working on some new designs as they hadn’t really updated their portfolio in some time. Auree was in her office and Rosa was up front watching some TV on the couches, waiting for anything to happen. Y/N took to doing some inventory and naturally, this meant Harry was also stuffed into the little storage room nearly back to back with Y/N counting boxes of ink cups.
“Have you given any more thought to the trip to England?” Harry asked and she sighed.
“Baby yeah, of course I want to go. I’m just…broke.” She sighed as she put her clipboard down on the shelf before her and turned to see him already turned towards her.
“Well, how about I get our tickets and you don’t have to worry about anything.” He offered and she sighed.
“I don’t want to owe you.”
“You won’t be owing me. I want you to come, I’m inviting you! Besides, we’re gonna stay at my mum’s house, so lodging is free. It’s just the flights, you can save up for spending money and whatever else you want to do, but I’ve got the flights.”
“The $700 flights?” She asked with a small smile and he rolled his eyes.
“Money is meant to be spent, especially on things that matter. You coming to England and meeting my family matters to me.” He said and she sighed.
“I will think about it.” She said and he smiled.
“I don’t know why you think that’s gonna deter me from just buying the tickets.” He said reaching for her waist and she rolled her eyes. He was leaning in, just about to kiss her when her phone started ringing and startled them a bit. She fished it out from her back pocket and saw it was Julie and she felt nervous. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked as soon as Y/N’s smile faded.
“She had a check-up with her oncologist this morning.” She explained nervously and Harry frowned.
“Oh, is something wrong?” He asked with concern.
“They do check-in’s every couple of months since she had responded well to treatment and has been cancer free for a little while now.” She explained and he nodded. The phone stopped ringing and she looked up to Harry with glossy eyes and so much anxiety. Harry went over to the door and shut it before just pulling her into his arms, “I’m so scared.” She confessed with a shaky voice.
“Whatever it is, I’m here for you. I know that doesn’t really mean anything but-”
“Hey, no.” she frowned as she looked up at him, “That means everything to me.” She assured with a softness in her eyes that spoke volumes. Harry smiled at her as he grabbed her free hand and brought it up to kiss the back of it. “I love you.” She said quietly.
“Love you.” He reciprocated and then looked into her eyes, “Do you want me to go while you call back? Give you a little space?”
“No, stay. Please.” She said and he nodded as she opened up her phone and called back. She was squeezing Harry’s hand so tight as the line rang and it stopped. Sh held her breath and immediately frowned when she heard Julie sobbing Harry pulled Y/N into his chest as she too started to cry.
“Julie, what did they say?” Y/N asked, trying to sound composed.
“I’m officially in remission!” She sobbed, “I can’t believe this.” She cried and Y/N was relived to know that they were tears of joy. And she and Harry just cheered loudly and were jumping up and down at this incredible news.
“Fuck yes!” Harry shouted with the biggest smile as Y/N cried as well. Julie had gone through it quite bad during the worst point of her breast cancer so it was reliving to know that technically, medically, she had been cancer free long enough to be in remission or cured basically. 
“We are celebrating tonight!” Julie sniffled and Y/N nodded as she looked to Harry.
“Yeah, let’s do it! We can pick something up to eat at the house?” She suggested and they ended up making a little plan and Julie said she would contact her friends to come over as  well. “Thank you for calling, I’m so happy for you Julie. So fucking happy.” Y/N assured with a sniffle, “Love you.”
“Love you too, hon. I’ll see you at home later.”
“See you later.” She hummed happily before they hung up. Harry was smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt and when Y/N hugged him tight he squeezed back, his own eyes starting to tear up with joy. Julie was an exceptional person and she deserved to have a good and healthy life, she deserved to be free of this burden she’d been carrying for so long. Yeah, she wasn’t necessarily his family, but he almost felt like she was part of it. “Baby, I have an idea.” He said and she looked up at him and nodded, urging him to say it, “How about as a surprise you perfect her tattoo? I’m sure if we talk to Auree she’ll let you do it on her.” Harry suggested and Y/N smiled.
“Yeah, that’s actually a brilliant idea and I might need your help a bit.” She smiled and he nodded.
“Yeah, fuck this. Let’s go work on that.” He grinned.
The rest of the day flew by despite how slow everything else was going, but they were just both so happy about Julie’s news. Julie had wanted one of those “flower of life” tattoos, but Y/N wanted to add some more special elements to it that would make it more ethereal and Harry was giving great input. Finally, it was time for them to go and when they got to Julie’s there were already a few cars parked out front and as they walked up they could hear music coming from inside and Y/N grinned at Harry and he was smiling already as they walked up the front steps. She unlocked the door and as soon as they made it inside it smelled amazing and Julie and a good group of her friends were already at the table chatting and eating.
“Hello everyone!” Harry greeted them first as he toed off his shoes and Y/N smiled as she did the same and called out a greeting. Everyone was smiling enthusiastically and greeting them with waves or words as they approached.
“Congrats. I’m so happy for you.” Y/N hummed as Julie stood and Y/N hugged her tight. It was expected that they both cried together, obviously tears of joy, but also of relief. Harry didn’t know exactly what Y/N had been there for, but he knew that she had helped Julie a lot, especially when things got really bad. So if anyone understood her victory over this, it was Y/N. The person who had seen it and helped her and held her hand through it all.
“Thank you.” Julie sniffled, “I love you. Thank you for everything you did, you didn’t have to stay and you sti-”
“I wanted to.” Y/N assured as she drew back a bit, “You’re like a mother to me.” Y/N sniffled, “I would never leave you. I love you so much too.” She assured and Julie smiled and nodded through her tears as they hugged tight once more. The air in the room had shifted as the other guests just observed this little interaction with them for a few moments. When they let go Harry was a few steps behind Y/N, gently rubbing at her back as Julie finished saying something to her, but their hands were clasped together. Then it was his turn to greet Julie with a big, warm hug and a kiss on her cheek. She was so thrilled he had joined and she was so keen on Harry being around because she felt like Y/N deserved someone like him, who basically worshipped the ground she walked on. It made her happy to see Y/N happy after everything she had to endure with her. She always knew that Y/N didn’t mind helping, but she was just a kid when she came over to live with her and she dealt with a lot.
“Alright, enough tears! Go get some food.” Julie insisted and Y/N grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him along into the kitchen. As soon as they got in Y/N leaned on the counter and let out a slow breath.
“You alright, baby?” Harry asked and she glanced up to his eyes and nodded.
“I just need a moment to process.” She said and he hummed as he grabbed her hands in his.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He said coming a bit closer and she sighed.
“It’s nothing bad.” She assured, “Quite the opposite actually, it just feels like everything is as it should be and getting better and it’s a bit overwhelming, like a lot of big feelings and I just need to sit with them for a sec.” She explained and he smiled at her, “What?”
“Nothing, I just love you a lot.” He shrugged and she grinned and then huffed.
“One more feeling to sit with, thanks.” She said with a playful little pout and he chuckled and tutted as he pulled her body into his own and held her for a bit until she was feeling better. 
As soon as they served themselves some food they joined everyone else and had a great time chatting and getting to know each other better. A few of Julie’s friends had met Harry in passing, but now they were seeing why he was such a wonderful addition. He tended to be on the more quiet side, but he just felt so safe and comfortable in Julie and Y/N’s home that he knew they would never bring people in that would cause him harm in any way. When he had that realization in the middle of a story someone was telling he had an urge to cry. It felt like he finally found a place that felt like home and it did make him emotional. There was just this feeling of happiness in his chest that kept growing and growing the more time everyone was together, it almost hurt. But finally, around 11pm people started to leave and Y/N and Harry were just finishing up with washing dishes while softly singing along to the music still playing in the living room. 
“Finally.” Harry said as he handed Y/N the last dish. He was sweet, she had an aversion to wet/soggy food and so he took it upon himself to do the washing while she dried.
“I know. Thank you for taking over, I was about to throw up.” She giggled.
“Yeah, I couldn’t tell from your gagging.” He said and she giggled.
“Sorry, I was really trying not to.” She assured and he smirked.
“Y’don’t need t’apologize to me. It reminded me of something entirely different actually-”
“Oh, shut up…” she scoffed through a laugh and he sniggered as she put down the last dish and he dragged her body into his.
“You pervert, it wasn’t that.”
“Sure…” Y/N said with a smirk.
“It wasn’t! It was domestic bliss.” He said with a giggle, “Like say I came home to find you struggling to do the dishes because there's lots to scrape off of a pot and so I just jump in and take over.” He shrugged and she smiled.
“That’s very sweet.” She said and he nodded.
“Yeah, I know.” He assured. “Now, should we get ready for bed?” He asked and she nodded. They said their goodnights to Julie and the last of her friends who were in the living room before they headed back.
“Want a shower?” Y/N asked Harry and he nodded. “You can go first then, I need to shave.” She said. Harry had a drawer in her room now so he was grabbing some sleeping clothes as she headed off to grab him a towel. Harry had already gone inside the shower when she came back with his towel, so she knocked and he told her to come in. “Towel’s on the rack. Baby, m’gonna get my make up off, OK?” She informed as she clicked the lock and then she saw him peek his head out of the curtain and she giggled at his sudsy hair, “What?”
“Are you gonna join me?”
“No, I need to shave my legs.”
“And?”
“And I need space.” She explained.
“I’ll do it for you.” He smiled.
“Only if you let me shave you next time.” She said and he nodded.
“Yeah, of course you can.” He assured and she grinned and proceeded with tucking her hair behind her ears before grabbing her makeup balm to get started. Harry rinsed out his hair and put in some of her conditioner before he started cleaning his body - he even had his own washcloth here, it was Cars themed and Y/N had given it to him as a little gag gift randomly and he just kept it here as he had no need for it at home. Harry was just wringing out the little washcloth when the curtain opened and he shivered. “A warning woulda been nice.” He hissed and she giggled as pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his shoulder.
“Sorry. Switch with me.” She said and he moved back to let her get under the stream of water and she let herself get drenched before reaching for her shampoo bottle.
“Let me do it.” He said and she nodded. He quickly rinsed his own hair and then grabbed her shampoo to wash her hair. She hummed at the way his fingers felt against her scalp; something about someone else doing this was extremely soothing. It was her favorite part of going to the hairdresser, “Rinse and then one more.” He said switching them positions and he held her hips as she rinsed out her hair and they repeated the step once more. Each time she rinsed he just took the time to admire her body. He loved every single inch of her. He then helped lather her hair in conditioner and she moved on to washing her body.
“-but close your eyes or turn around.” She said and he chuckled.
“Why?” He asked as she lathered up her washcloth with body wash.
“Because! I don’t want you to see me getting all up in my nooks and crannies!” She said as if it were obvious.
“Baby, in case you haven’t thought of this before, I’ve been all up in all your nooks and crannies.” He said with a grin and his arms wrapped around her waist now. “I just want to see you go over your boobs.” He confessed and she rolled her eyes.
“That’s rather quick.” She said and he shrugged, “Such a boy.” She teased and then he bit his lip and she felt his cock twitch a bit between their bodies, “SUCH. A. BOY!” Y/N laughed, flicking his chest with each word.
“I thought about it for a second too long.” He excused and after so much fuss Harry was wrapped around her waist from behind as she scrubbed her body clean. 
She had no idea what had gotten into him or why he was being so lovey and clingy, but it was new and as much as she was acting a little bit stand-offish she loved this so much until…
“Harry.” Y/N’s body shook with laughter.
“What?” 
“You don’t need to hold my ass open for easy cleaning access.” She said with a red face, for sure.
“Don’t worry, m’not even looking like you told me.” He said and she could handle this anymore, he was such a dork. She turned around and he was pouting. “Baby!”
“Stop it.” She laughed and reached behind herself to wash her behind, “Or we’re never doing this together again.” She warned and he rolled his eyes.
“Fine.” He huffed.
“You’re already gonna shave my legs.” She said as she rinsed her body off, “Now, if you want to be helpful open up the scrub on the little ledge up there.” She said. For space-sake she put her body scrub and razor up on the ledge of the little window. It was a bit of a risk for her to tip-toe in the wet shower and grab it, and she knew Harry would freak out if he saw that, so she just asked him to do it for her, “I need to exfoliate first.” She explained as Harry got on his knees without her even asking him to and he started to go over her leg that was hiked up on the edge of the tub now. He was gentle as he melted the scrub into her skin. It smelled like peaches and it made his mouth water. She then switched legs and he did that one as well.
“What about right here?” He asked as he placed a kiss to her mound.
“I don’t shave there.” She explained and he frowned. “I wax and if I shave it’ll ruin everything.” She explained.
“Can’t hurt to exfoliate though. Said it prevents ingrowns, right?” He asked and she laughed softly.
“Only if you’re very careful. Can’t risk t’get that inside.” She said and he nodded.
Harry grabbed only two fingers worth of the scrub before going over the top of her mound. She wasn’t waxed hairless, she did have a tasteful little patch of hair which Harry really liked, so she kept that same thing going. She saw it coming from a mile off as he leaned in and licked at her clit a couple times which made her gasp, and then he delved in further and really started going for it. Harry couldn’t help it, her pussy was so pretty and that fucking peach scented scrub was divine. He had an intrusive thought to lick her clean, the jar said “sugar scrub”, so he just went for it and immediately  pulled away to spit it out and Y/N glanced down and started cackling as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and continued spitting at the shower floor with a scowl on his face as he looked up to her.
“Why would you eat it?!” She laughed, gasping for air, moving aside to let Harry crawl under the scream of water to swish it around his mouth.
“It smells like peach rings and says sugar scrub!” He defended and she continued laughing.
“Baby, it’s still soap!” She shook her head.
“Well now I know.” He huffed as he pushed himself up to stand and she continued giggling as he grabbed her razor from the ledge of the window as well. “This too?” He asked of a little bottle of soap and she nodded.
“Yeah. And fair warning, it smells the same as the scrub, so please don’t eat it.” She joked and Harry rolled his eyes as he sat on the edge of the tub now. Y/N started giggling again and he glanced up to her. “What now?” He asked with a smile.
“I’m laughing at your penis. I’m sorry.” She giggled.
“What? Why?” He pouted.
“It’s just bobbing around and it’s funny.” She reasoned and he shook his head as he pumped some of her deliciously scented soap into his hand.
“F’you keep laughing at it, s’gonna have a hard time getting hard for you.” He warned and she smirked.
“Challenge accepted.”
“Yeah, alright.” He scoffed, “Foot on my thigh.” He ordered and she did just that and let him lather her legs with the soap and then he carefully started to shave her. He went over twice. The first time with the grain and the next time against and he placed a kiss on her knee before she switched legs. After he finished he helped her rinse out the conditioner from her hair and then they were drying off as best as they could in the shower to avoid making a mess and then they stepped out.
“I didn’t bring my clothes.” Y/N’s teeth chattered as she spoke.
“S’alright. You won’t need it.” He assured with a smirk and she chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her deep. While in there they brushed their teeth and before they stepped out of the bathroom he let her throw on his shirt so that she wouldn’t have to rush out in a towel.
“Way to finish all the hot water you sex fiends!” They heard Julie shout faintly as they walked across the hall.
“We didn’t fuck in the shower!” Harry shouted back and Y/N groaned in mortification.
“Oh my god…”
“S’fine, she’s fine.” He assured as he locked Y/N’s door. 
Y/N proceeded to get some panties on under Harry’s shirt while he turned down the bed. Soon enough they were snuggled up in the dark, slightly trembling as they adjusted to the temperature beneath the sheets. Y/N smiled as he pulled her bottom flush with his front, he was still hard and it made her moan as he ground himself against her ass and his breathing grew ragged as his pleasure started to increase. The fingers from his right hand were digging hard into her hip, while the ones on his left hand squeezed her fingers that were intertwined with his own. His low groans of satisfaction made her grow wet quickly and she was soon throbbing with need.
“Fuck baby, can I put it in?” He asked desperately and she nodded.
“Yeah, please.” She panted.
Harry was quick to free up his hands and drag his shirt up  her body to expose her breasts and then he felt around her panties before pulling the crotch bit to the side as Y/N raised one of her legs for him. Harry tugged his sweats down just enough to free up his cock before he started to thrust against her wet and warm labia, soaking himself in her arousal. After slicking himself up with a few thrusts his tip was pushing at her entrance. Harry moaned as he very gently pushed against the tight ring of muscles and as soon as the tip of his cock breached the entrance they both let out satisfied moans of relief. He eased the rest of his cock in over the span of a few thrusts and once he was in all the way he started to give slow and deep thrusts in and out of her. He held one of her legs up as he got in deep. She was whimpering as he got in from this angle. He whispered praises into her ear as he fucked her, making her feel on top of the world in every sense of the word. Her mind was empty as he pumped in and out of her, all she could feel was pleasure as he instructed her to rub her clit.
“Oh! I’m gonna cum!” She gasped quietly and he groaned and started going faster and harder. He guided her lifted leg down to wrap over his right leg, so that she could still stay a bit open and he just hugged her body before letting his hand roam up to her breast.
“So beautiful, babe.” He panted, “So perfect f’me. I can’t get over how much I love you.” His words were pushing her even closer to the edge, “Fuck, I’m gonna love you forever.” He mumbled against her ear and her skin immediately broke out in goosebumps and her heart nearly exploded in her chest.
“Me too, baby. Gonna love you forever.” She whimpered as the pleasure started to peak.
“Fuck, can feel you throbbing. Come for me, all over my cock, baby.” His words persuaded her into her orgasm and he moaned as her pussy grew slicker and warmer and tighter as she came undone with soft gasps and quiet, frustrated grunts as she tried to hold in her sounds. Harry’s cock sliding in and out of her was dragging her pleasure on, her body was buzzing. She could could feel her legs tensing up as she slowly got overstimulated and started to rub at her clit again, “Fuck yes, baby. I want you to come with me.” He panted and she nodded.
“OK, OK, OK.” She whispered her little chant as she searched for the pleasure in the overstimulation. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Their bodies were starting to get hot now and everything was feeling much more sensitive. Her walls started to tighten up and Harry moaned lowly.
“I’m right there. Fuck. Just hold it a little longer.” He pleaded and she was doing the most to wait for him and she was relieved when his thrusting started to slow down but his force was harder as he plunged deep into her, “Oh fuck, m’coming!” He gasped and she started to wither along with him. He squeezed her body even tighter as he shot his load into her with each gut-wrenchingly deep thrust he delivered, she could feel his warmth start to fill her up to the extent that he was leaking out. He was breathing so hard, fighting his hardest to keep quiet, he swore his head might explode from how good this all felt. He slowly came to a stop and kissed Y/N’s shoulder as they both waited the nice tingly feeling out silently, just their ragged breaths were the sounds exchanged between them now. He smiled when she brought one of his hands to her mouth and kissed the top of it as she placed it over her chest. He could feel her heart pounding and also as it slowly started to decrease in pace as it returned back to it’s normal beating pattern. “M’gonna get something to clean you up.” He whispered and she nodded. Soon he was back and had cleaned her up with a bit of toilet paper before he settled back into the bed and she turned to face him and she kissed him deeply.
“I love you so much.” he whispered.
“I love you too.” she smiled, “What’s gotten into you today?” She asked quietly and he shrugged.
“I don’t know, I just love how I feel around everyone here. I feel safe and like I’m at home with you. I don’t know, today was just a really good day. I’m just really, really happy today and I was just thinking about how I hadn’t really been happy in a long time and then you came into my life and I just…couldn’t help but be happy again.” He explained and she kissed his lips with a smile and combed his curls back a bit as he smiled bashfully. If it weren’t so dark she was sure she’d be able to see his cheeks stained all pink.
“You make me really happy too.” She whispered with a lump in her throat. She felt so much love for him that she had no idea how she was even alive to tell the tale. Harry felt a lump in his throat as well as he considered asking her something that he was thinking when they were washing dishes. He hadn’t lied, he was thinking about domesticity, but he had been picturing something much more complex than just doing chores together.
“Baby?” he started his question.
“Yes, my love?” She whispered back tiredly and he leaned in to kiss her lips quickly and she smiled against his own lips.
“H-have you-or actually, d-do you like…believe in…in marriage?” He asked and she felt her throat go dry and she wanted to answer but she was freaking out so she nodded, but it was dark and he couldn’t see. So he was starting to get nervous at her lack of response.
“Y-yes. Yes I do.” She finally got the words out and he felt like he could breathe again, “Do you?” She asked back into the darkness.
“Yeah, I do.” He hummed, “That’s what I was thinking about earlier…in the kitchen.” He admitted quietly, “Being married.” He sighed in relief as he got it out.
“T-to me?” She asked nervously and Harry let out a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah, baby. Who else would I be thinking about?” He asked and she grinned.
“Oh…I mean, could just be like a blank face. I don’t know.” She reasoned and he hummed, “Do you know what I mean?” She asked.
“Yeah, I do.” He agreed. He knew exactly what she meant, he had thought of marriage seriously a  few times through out his life. The first time was when he was 14 and his grandad had talked to him about his wedding to his nan when Harry found a few old pictures of them. The second time was when he was 20 and went to a wedding and he imagined himself up on the altar in the future. The other time was when he turned 26, in his mind he would always be married by 25 - so that time was more of a solemn contemplation of it, but what all of these times had in common was what Y/N said. He would picture himself at the altar and then just a blank face before him. He had no idea who would be on the other side, but this time he had a face in mind and as scary as it was, it seemed like the picture was finally perfect, “And ummm, this is the first time that I didn’t see a blank face.” He shared, still feeling so nervous and vulnerable sharing this with her. The person that was literally the star of his hopes and dreams. 
“Oh.” She whispered and he nodded, “Are you freaked out?” She asked and he shook his head.
“Not at all. That’s more because I was scared to tell you.” He confessed, “Are you freaked out?” He asked and she exhaled.
“A little bit, but not in a bad way. More in a way of…excitement?” She said and he chuckled, “Yeah. I mean… I’m one for daydreaming and after I fell in love with you my mind just wanted to put a face to the fantasy and I just wasn’t letting myself go there with you because I…I’m scared I guess, to put your face there and then we…” she trailed off and he hummed in understanding. She didn’t need to say it, he was scared too, but he found that facing his fears was not as terrifying when he had her by his side, “So it was just exciting a bit because I feel safe to do that now.” She confessed and he was smiling now.
“Does it feel good to see my face when you think of that?” He asked and she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips and they both smiled against each others’ mouths.
“Yeah, you’re a perfect fit.” She whispered to him.
“So are you.” He assured her with a smile, “That’s why I want you to meet my family.” He brought up again and well, in light of this conversation she felt that yeah, she should go meet his family.
“OK, lets do it.” She said and he kissed her.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” She hummed and he searched for her hand and intertwined their fingers.
“You’re gonna love everyone so much!” He said excitedly, “They already like what they’ve heard about you, but having you there in the flesh? God, they’re gonna love you. I bet you right now that my mum and nan will cry when we go.” He said and she laughed quietly, “So… would you want a little wedding or a big wedding?” He asked and she smiled.
“Little. In the last few years I’ve even just considered eloping…just ‘cause things haven’t been great with my parents, you know?”
“Yeah.” He responded, “That’d be nice though. Just us. In a little corner at the beach we went to? That’d be nice.”
“Yeah.” She whispered with a smile, “I’d get married anywhere you want as long as you’re the one I’m exchanging vows with.” She said without really thinking about it too hard, it was just the truth. When Harry kissed her so passionately it did catch her by surprise, but she easily melted into it and into the mattress as he hovered over her and ground himself, already hard against her center. She whimpered against his mouth as he rubbed into her clit that was still a bit sensitive from before.
“Sorry, baby. I’ve got a raging love-boner.” He mumbled and she smiled.
“S’alright. Just go slow.” She said and he nodded and slowed down the roll of his hips to work her up again.
“I-is there like a time frame you have in mind for when you want to be married by? Or like are there things you want to accomplish before?” He asked before kissing her and then they split up to allow her to respond.
“Not really. I just wanted to be a bit more independent, you know, financially? What about you?”
“Well at this point, at least by the time I’m 30.” He said and she smiled, “So…soon-ish?” He smiled.
“Oh, ok.” She giggled.
“And well I do want to see your ugly side first, just to know what I’m getting into.” He teased and she giggled.
“I don’t have an ugly side. I’m a god-damn delight! You should know that by now.” She joked and he chuckled.
“Sure…”
“Baby, don’t you think you would’ve seen it by now if it was worse? I mean, the worst I am was like our valentine’s day fiasco. Where I was just really rash and avoidant.” She explained.
“That’s true… and well, you’ve seen my worst.” He mumbled with a little embarrassment and she cupped his face and kissed his lips gently.
“Yeah, and I still fell in love with you, so whatever. Right?” She hummed and he smiled.
“Right.” He agreed.
Harry felt right now what Y/N had said earlier, that everything was falling into place. He was just excited to see how everything would develop. He was so hesitant about love and soulmates after everything he had endured, but she shone so fucking bright that it made him hopeful that things could be really, really great if he just let the past go. Harry had never been in love like this before. He just knew that when they went to England and his family got to meet YN, he’d be leaving with the intention to ask her to marry him. But now he just knew that when they got to meet Y/N and saw how perfect they were together they would be encouraging him to take the next step. It was important to him that his family loved her as much as he did and he was completely confident that, that wasn’t going to be a problem.
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Seven Bridges - Hate Control: Chapter 11
Location: Yumenosaki Grounds Characters: Mitsuru, Adonis & Arashi
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Adonis: It’s not clearing up.
Arashi: Hm? You mean the weather?
Ehehe. The sky has been looking pretty melancholy recently. It can’t be helped due to the season.
It was supposed to clear up, though. But it suddenly started pouring – now my newly cleaned track and field uniform is sopping wet.
I think it’s going to keep raining until nightfall, so you don’t mind if we end our club activities here, do you?
Mitsuru: What~? But it’s been a long time since you last took part in our club activities, Arashi-chan-senpai!
Adonis: I’d say the same to you, Tenma. You haven’t been coming lately but is it because you were busy with work?
Arashi: My my, aren’t you quite the hot stock, Mitsuru-chan ♪
Mitsuru: I don’t come close to you guys, though! And I wasn’t busy because of work but I’ve been plotting something with a friend, y’know!
Arashi: Plotting? What do you mean by that…? That doesn’t sound peaceful – Well, I don’t think there’s anything I should worry about.
That friend isn’t someone bad, right…?
Mitsuru: It’s fine! They say they want to be a villain but they’re someone nice who cares about their big brother, y’know!
Arashi: So who is that?
Mitsuru: Mike-chan-senpai’s…
Oh wait, I’m not supposed to talk about them. That was close.
Arashi: What? Don’t be like that – you’re going to hide something from us?
Adonis: I don’t think you’re in any position to say that, Narukami.
Arashi: What do you mean?
Adonis: When I said it wasn’t clearing up, I was referring to your complexion.
Arashi: Yeah, that did occur to me but I didn’t want to talk about it, so I changed the subject.
Adonis: Is there something else you’re worried about?
No, nothing has been resolved so it’s natural for you to still have that gloomy look on you.
Arashi: Yeah. I heard Anzu-chan did her best and revised the proposal for “Tanabata Fest”, but we don’t know if everything will turn out well.
Adonis: You shouldn’t talk about it as if you’ve got nothing to do with it. We’ll also need “Knights’” skills for the success of “Tanabata Fest”. You should be more serious and be prepared to use all of your energy on it.
Arashi: I know. …I just wanted to declare once again that “Knights” will be taking part in “Tanabata Fest” even though we said we wouldn’t before.
Changing my attitude like a weather vane doesn’t leave a good impression and I fully intend on having the right attitude.
I’ll do a good job and make sure I don’t stand out and garner too much hate.
Adonis: That’s reassuring.
It’ll be the first idol work for “UNDEAD” in a while too. I’ll also work very hard.
…No, that’s not a good way to phrase it.
The variety shows my upperclassmen have been working hard in recently are also praiseworthy “idol work”. Although it seems Oogami doesn’t like the idea of it.
Arashi: Up until now, performing was what was considered idol activities at Yumenosaki. I think it’s only natural for us to think that way.
Kouga-chan should also learn to be more flexible. If he just wants to perform on stage, then he should be calling himself a musician, not an idol.
Adonis: That’s harsh. I think it’s fine to have different kinds of idols. I think they should have people acknowledge that they’re still an idol no matter what different things they do. That’s all there is to it.
Things like tradition, bias, common sense and the majority’s opinion will always try to label us as “something that isn’t an idol”.
I think it’s very regrettable.
…Wait. You changed the subject again, Narukami.
Arashi: You’ve grown into a tough opponent, you know that?
Adonis: You guys are the ones who trained me. I don’t want to talk about myself; I want to talk about you, Narukami.
Arashi: Adonis-chan, were you always the type of person to poke your nose into other people’s business?
I liked the Track and Field Club and “Knights” because I didn’t want to be too involved, you know?
Adonis: You’re right about that. We’re a gathering of humans who wish to compete individually and didn’t actively interact with each other.
But times have changed. I too have changed.
The position of captain was passed down to me from Mikejima-senpai and I shouldered the responsibilities of managing this small group – this small world – in a healthy way.
I don’t have the skills for it nor the experience of leading others. So I can’t say I’m doing a good job with my role.
But now that I’ve accepted that role, I want to make sure I do it perfectly. It might be difficult to do now, but someday, I want to improve and grow into someone who can be worthy of being the captain.
The reason why I’m getting deeply involved with you is part of that. It’s the first step in being closer to the me that I want to be.
Arashi: You’ve got it rough, “King”.
Adonis: It’s not that extravagant of a position. For now, at least.
But even if I’m not a king, I’m the captain of this Track and Field Club.
If the club members are going through a hard time, I’d like to help them as the captain.
I want to find out the reason behind your gloomy look and remove it. I think it’s just as important as beating a new personal record in a track and field event. Perhaps even more important.
Do you understand what I’m trying to say, Narukami?
Arashi: …………
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kth1fics · 8 months ago
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This morning is one of the perfect writing day mornings I could ask for, but of course, I’m working right now… And by the time I get out, I know I don’t have any motivation to write.
But I’ll tell you what my mornings like.
Quiet. The clouds are out because the rain has been drizzling on and off. It’s gloomy, but comfortable. Enough to make you wanna wear your favorite pair of fuzzy socks and a big oversized sweater. Still able to choose between iced coffee or hot coffee, because the temperature is not too unbearable in either direction. It’s the perfect type of weather that lets you get lost in your head.
Honestly, I would do nothing more than to be sitting at my desk in the darkness of my room, and type away the ideas I want to get out. Right now I’m thinking about a Pokémon AU that I’ve been wanting to do. But the guilt of doing other things that I promised is still there, like my Hobi puppy fic and my Jennifer’s body AU with Taehyung. A jungkook werewolve fic. Namjoon workout fic. There is several other things that I wish I could just get out and not put too much into it, it’s just the matter of sitting down and being able to do it.
I don’t really know what’s in anymore, do people prefer longer fics or short fics? Would people read fluff, even though there’s no smut? 
I know I don’t talk to anyone here anymore. Anyone wants to send an ask or comment on this post — maybe you’ll help me come up with more ideas and keep my motivation alive.
Thank you have any of my things, and supported them. I’m sorry I’m not around much. 🧡
#mb
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merinsedai · 1 year ago
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Happy November!
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Actually, I don’t really like November, usually. So many dark and gloomy days where I live; and so long until the weather will improve!
October roundup:
An up and down month. Started off with covid, so felt dreadful and just lived in my bedroom for the best part of a week whilst husbae did the full time job and all the parenting/meals etc etc. what a star he is.
Missed the wedding I was meant to attend as though I’d recovered enough to go, Mr 4 was ill and so I had to stay and look after him. Too late to cancel my hotel booking as well. Right bugger. In 2023, I have had three arrangements to meet actual friends in the flesh and I’ve managed 1 of those. The universe is set on me not having even a modicum of a social life.
I had to cancel my work that I’d booked, then there was no more work until the 30th. Some of that was half term, the rest… well there probably would have been work to pick up if I’d asked but I didn’t so… not a great month in the earnings department. Currently three days into a three week booking and that’s going ok.
Managed the birthday and the party without incident. Thank God for soft play and paying other people to basically do the whole thing for you. Don’t think I could’ve coped with running an old fashioned party at my house. All those 4/5 year olds… no thanks.
Made it to the caravan in Wales for the half term holiday. Mostly fine, as fine as holidays with small Chn can get. Miss 7 developed an appalling cold which she has subsequently passed to me. It is currently sitting in my chest and making me sound like a 40 a day smoker. Nice.
All that nice self care stuff I set up in September (the make up and body care stuff) was derailed when covid hit and hasn’t really picked up again. Turns out losing habits is far easier than maintaining. A bit of mascara here and there to stop me looking truly horrendous but not much else. Must get back to it. Still closing my rings, probably should up the goal to make it more challenging.
Actually managed to complete my October challenge- the sandtober daily drawing prompts. It was good. I did almost all of them the night they were ‘due’ c10pm, since inspiration never struck until then. It seems I still require the impetus of a deadline to actually get my arse in gear and do something. Did I improve over the month? Mm perhaps. I was exceptionally rusty, the only things I’d drawn in the past decade or so were shit renditions of Peppa Pig or the Octonauts for the toddlers. Toddlers are easily pleased, luckily. Also learned (no… confirmed. I already knew it) that I lack any creativity, because if there isn’t something to copy then I can’t do it. If there *is* something to copy, I can produce vague facsimiles (as long as no one is looking for shading or whatever) with varying degrees of success.
For November’s “thing”, I’ve signed to to a writing challenge. I don’t know why really, see above about the lack of creativity I possess. I just… came out a heart scan at the hospital and thought ‘fuck it’ and signed up. I’m even less practised in writing than I am in drawing (though I read voraciously and everyone knows that’s ‘so helpful for building vocabulary etc’ 😅) but… we shall see how it progresses.
OH and storm Babet blew down a massive bough from one of the old ash trees in my garden. It’s currently sitting and destroying the lawn, just waiting for the tree surgeons to come and take care of it and check that the rest of the tree is still ok.
This is a fooking big branch. We have a decent sized garden and it’s taking up most of it. The satellite branches we’ve removed already are six ft long. And they’re like twigs compared to the main thing.
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yoon-kooks · 3 years ago
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how many | jjk | 4
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Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU
Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.
Word Count: 4k
Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6
Warnings: tiny bit of masturbation
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◆ the one you found at his place ◆
“I’ve got it bad for the cutie who sits across from me in art class.” Those are the exact words that echo through your head as soon as you wake up.
You’re still wearing his black shirt over your dress, but you’re no longer in his car. It’s late the next morning and you’ve somehow ended up all tucked in beneath the covers of your own bed. The fresh blossomy scent of clean linen has been replaced by his chestnut cologne with a hint of chlorine in the air. At least you had the foresight to get your clingy wet bikini off your skin before falling asleep in his car.
Perhaps you’ll lay in your bed for the rest of the day, wondering whether Jungkook’s confession was a dream or reality. That sounds like a pretty good idea in this gloomy weather, and especially after all the not-so-innocent things that happened in the hot tub. Needless to say, last night was a lot for you to take in.
You groan into your pillow and disappear beneath the blankets. If only the two of you weren’t interrupted.
Before you get too comfortable again, you pop back out of the covers because you know you could use a nice hot shower to rinse off and warm up. The only problem is that you don’t really want to step outside your room when there’s a 99% chance of being confronted by your nosy roommate.
You’ll just have to be quiet.
You roll out of bed and push your door open in tiny increments to make sure the coast is clear. There’s not a Seokjin in sight, but you’re prepared for a jump scare at any given moment. With your door halfway open, you tiptoe toward the bathroom down the hall and breathe a sigh of relief once you’ve made it in safely.
It takes about three seconds for you to realize your rookie mistake. You forgot to bring a clean change of clothes with you.
“Fucking hell,” you mutter to yourself as you take a single step back out of the bathroom. You’re met with an immediate “ahem” to your left where Seokjin’s room is.
You spin around, make very clear eye contact with your roommate, dash into your room to grab a long turtleneck sweater and sheer tights, and walk back out as if nothing happened.
“I’m just gonna hop into the shower real quick.” You nod at Seokjin and point in the direction of the bathroom. Maybe you can fool him with how perfectly normal you’re acting.
“Have fun fingerpainting with Jeon Jungkook last night?” His comment makes your whole body flinch mid-step. You guess you weren’t as mentally prepared for an interrogation as you thought.
“It was watercolor,” you correct him. “And yeah, it was fun.”
“Very cool.” He nods along with a dramatic eyebrow raise, not so subtly prompting further elaboration from you.
You sigh. “I’m very aware of what it looks like, but we didn’t have sex, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Okay, alright, if you say so.” Seokjin raises his hands and backs off, though he has a pretty satisfied grin on his face. You can’t really blame him when you’re caught in Jungkook’s shirt with a big fat hickey on your neck. “But if you ever want to gush about how good he is with—”
“You’ll be the first to know, Seokjin,” you say before slamming the bathroom door in his face.
After your shower, you hop back onto your bed. Your roommate’s accusations, along with the lingering scent of chestnuts, are enough to remind you of what almost happened between you and Jungkook. You were so close to… a lot of things. And while it was mildly frustrating to be walked in on in the heat of it all, you’re also beating yourself up for falling asleep on the ride home before you could invite the boy in.
Even after a good night’s sleep and a much-needed shower, you’d still like to finish what started in the hot tub because you won’t be able to do anything else until that’s taken care of. You just wish you didn’t have to go solo for this one.
You doublecheck that your door is locked as your hand travels down your stomach and into your tights. All it takes is the mere thought of Jungkook’s touch to get you wet and slick down there. You’re haunted by the feral sounds he’d elicited from you with all his teasing. If his fingers felt that good around your clit, you can only imagine what it’d feel like to have them curled inside you too. And what about that (presumably) large cock of his—
Bing! Despite the phone notification, your fingers keep going. Whoever sent you that message can wait. You’re busy at the moment, and you refuse to be interrupted for what feels like the 8,000th time.
You think of Jungkook again. He’s so handsome, so good at everything, so sweet, and so perfect for you. You feel incredibly lucky that the two of you met the way you did.
Or maybe it wasn’t luck. After all, it was his decision to sit across from you on that first day of class. Maybe that was him choosing you right from the start.
Either way, you’re grateful. Now that you’ve gotten to know him, a world without him would no doubt be pretty shitty. And you adore this intimate friendship way too much to ever give it up.
Bing! Your free hand puts a chokehold around your phone, ready to silence it by chucking it onto the floor. What stops you from following through with that are the contact names across your screen.
There’s one DM from @ArtOfKooking and one text from Jungkook🦆. You decide to check the DM first.
@snowsleeve [FRI 11:13PM] “hello! i can squeeze you in for a consultation next weekend if that works for you?”
@ArtOfKooking [SAT 11:36AM] “Yes, next weekend sounds good! Thank you so much 🙏”
It’s official. Your art is going to be forever engraved in Jeon Jungkook’s skin. And you can’t wait to finally share that hidden part of your life with him.
If that isn’t enough to justify the interruption of your orgasm in the making, the cute little text from Jungkook🦆 is.
Jungkook🦆 [11:37AM] “🍍🍕🥺”
And you thought you were the only one not-so-subtly asking the other out on a date without explicitly saying it.
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Fifteen minutes later, you’re standing outside his apartment with boba in hand. The door opens, and you’re greeted with bedhead, a (different) black tee, sweatpants, and a tiny meow.
You gasp at the fluffy white cat rubbing its face against Jungkook’s legs. “You didn’t tell me you had a cat.”
“Hi to you too, Y/N.” There’s a hint of jealousy in the boy’s voice as you push the boba into his hands and crouch down to pet the purring kitty. “And she’s not mine. She belongs to my roommate, but she likes to follow me around.”
You hop back up and follow Jungkook and the cat inside. As they lead you down the narrow hall, you snicker at all the white fur stuck to the back of his shirt—clear evidence that he must love the cat as much as she loves him.
“What’s so funny?” He doesn’t turn around until he reaches the door to his room. He leans in the doorframe as he waits for an answer.
“You.” You poke his chest because, yes, the front of his shirt has just as much cat fur on it. His eyes travel from your finger, up your arm, and to the rest of your body.
“You look cute, by the way,” he says. It’s the first time he’s called you cute, and yet it doesn’t feel like it. You’ve noticed the way he always eyes you in class, regardless of the amount of thought you put into your outfit. He’s never had to say a word for you to know that he adores you and your style. Then he taps the nape of his neck—the same spot where he kissed you last night. “But you know what works even better than a turtleneck for these?”
You know where he’s going with this. “A tattoo?”
“Just a subtle one that covers your entire neck,” he jokes. “Then I won’t have to hold back.”
“Who said you have to hold back?” You grin at the boy as you walk into his room. Jungkook doesn’t seem like the minimalist type, but his room says otherwise. If you don’t do a thorough investigation, all you’ll find is a bed, a closet, a rug, a gaming chair, and a desk with a computer and a pizza box.
“Well, your roommate looked like he was about to either kill me or thank me when I brought you home last night. I couldn’t tell which one it was.” The boy shrugs as he sets the boba down next to the pizza. You shiver at the thought of being fast asleep, all curled up in Jungkook’s arms as Seokjin watches like a hawk.
“Probably both,” you say to scare him a little, even though you know Seokjin is your number one supporter when it comes to your love life. “But I think you have his approval.”
“Good.” Jungkook pulls you in by your hands and stares into your eyes. Rather than the look of lust he had last night, his smile this morning is warm, gentle, and something about it makes you feel so special.
Ten minutes into eating pizza, you learn something new about Jeon Jungkook. He eats his Hawaiian pizza as is—like a normal human being, unlike you who prefers to pick the pineapples off and eat them first. Does that make him boring? Kind of. But he makes up for it with an open mind.
“Try it,” you say, pressing a pineapple chunk against his lips. After a playful nibble on your finger, he accepts your sweet little offering.
“Wow, tastes like pineapple.” He widens his eyes with fake astonishment but proceeds to pick the pineapples off of his own slice anyway. He pops them all into his mouth until his pizza is free of any fruit. “This is groundbreaking stuff, Y/N.”
“You know you like it, Jeon.” You finish up your slice, take a sip of your boba, and spring to your feet from the cute little picnic on his bedroom floor. It’s time to snoop around.
You plop yourself into his gaming chair and jiggle his mouse. The keyboard lights up red before fading into the rest of the rainbow. His screen flashes on a second later. The first thing you see is a message that reads, “Disconnected from game in progress.” The timestamp on the message is coincidentally right when you arrived at his doorstep.
“I hit plat in the last act,” he says over your shoulder. He places his hand right over yours and moves the mouse to close the message. The home screen looks like some sort of FPS game.
“I have no idea what that means.” You turn to look at him. His face is closer to you than you thought. 
“It means I’m kind of a god at this game.” He smirks. The only reason you believe him is that he’s proven to be good at everything he does.
“How do you have time between gaming, working out, comp sci, and art?” You ask because the boy somehow still manages to make time for you.
“I just focus on whatever’s important to me.” He closes the game, spins you around in the chair, and opens the top drawer of his desk. He steps aside and encourages you to continue your investigation.
The drawer is filled with at least five sketchbooks, fancy pens, pencils, an unopened box of condoms, and several sheets of silicone skin. You pull the skin out from beneath the condoms.
“Practicing your tattoos?” You fan the sheets out and feel the texture. They’re thin, stretchy, and pretty good quality by your standards.
“Hm? Oh, yeah.” He sounds surprised that you know exactly what they're used for without any context. From the middle drawer, he pulls out his tattoo pen and hands it to you. Suddenly, you have an urge to ink his skin right here in his bedroom.  “My buddy Yugyeom has been helping me out with it.”
You’re somewhat jealous of that Yugyeom guy. You’d love to be the one who teaches Jungkook the ways of a tattoo artist. But for now, you can at least assess what he knows so far.
“Show me how it’s done, Mr. Tattoo Artist.” You place the pen back into his hand and a silicone sheet on his desk, but he just stares at you.
“You’re really putting me on the spot, Y/N.” Jungkook runs his fingers through his untamed hair. His usual man bun is hot and all, but he can apparently pull off bedhead just as well. Everything about him is effortless, and it’s not fair. “I’m too shy,” he says with a face that is anything but shy.
“Right,” you say, clearly unconvinced. Despite what he tells you, he takes a seat in his gaming chair and gets set up. 
“I’m still trying to get the depth and voltage right,” he explains as he drags the pen through the fake flesh in a super straight line. Looks pretty good to you. “I haven’t gotten to the exciting stuff yet.”
You raise your hand. “I have a request.”
“Wonderful. Do you want a straight line or a wavy one?” he jokes.
You frown at how he’s underestimating his capabilities. His lines have the right amount of saturation without blowing through the silicone. Fake skin doesn’t work exactly like the real thing, but you can already tell he’d do great on an actual client.
After his line warmup, you poke the faded heart on his hand. “Can you try replicating this one?”
“That one uses a different needle I haven’t tried yet.” He digs through the middle drawer again and pulls out a mag needle. “We can play around with it, though.”
You watch as he tries to get a feel for the new needle. It doesn’t seem like Yugyeom has given him any guidance on this one yet, but trial and error is an artist’s best friend. You’re glad to see that Jungkook isn’t afraid to make mistakes.
“By the way, I got an appointment with @snowsleeve.” He says it so casually as he shades in the shape of a heart.
“So it’s finally official.” You look more excited than surprised. “Did you decide on a spot yet?”
Jungkook finishes shading in his second attempt at the heart, sets the pen down, turns to you, and says, “Where do you think her art would look good on my body?”
In your opinion, there’s no wrong answer to this question. You can easily picture your art anywhere and everywhere on his body. Still, you’d like to scout out the vacant spots on his body that aren’t already covered in someone else’s art.
“I’m gonna have to do more thorough research before I can answer that.” You plop your ass on the boy’s bed. For a second, you worry that your invitation is too subtle. But thankfully, Jungkook takes a hint and lays you down against the mattress with a kiss.
His lips are strong but not too aggressive. They coordinate well with yours, like dance partners nailing their choreo with perfect chemistry. You’ve never felt so in sync with someone, and it’s never felt this natural. 
“You’re a really good kisser,” he says when he finally lets you breathe. The boy sure is handing out a lot of compliments today. 
“I don’t think it’s just a me thing.” You stare up at him as his body hovers over you. It finally occurs to you that Jeon Jungkook is on top of you. On his bed. “I think it’s more of an ‘us’ thing,” you say. The physical chemistry is undeniable, after all.
“Us,” he repeats. “I like us.”
More kisses. They’re the most wholesome kisses Jungkook has given you so far. Not that you’re complaining. You’ll gladly accept any form of lip locking, as long as it’s with Jungkook.
“I like us, too,” you say softly.
Just then, the bedroom door swings open. “Hey Kook, you’re having pizza without m—” 
From beneath Jungkook’s body, you make eye contact with another boy whom you presume is the owner of that adorable cat. With his mouth wide open, the intruder immediately takes one step back. Suddenly, the room is still.
A groan comes from above as Jungkook climbs off of you. He scoops up the pizza box with a few slices left in it and shoves it into the other boy’s hands. For the first time, you see Jungkook’s glare. Is it bad that you find him extremely hot when he’s mad?
“My bad, I didn’t realize your sex hiatus ended.” The boy bolts out of the awkward situation, but not before waving to you and saying, “Good to meet you, Y/N.”
You didn’t expect Jungkook’s friends to know who you were. But now you’re curious as to what’s been said about you.
“What’s this about a sex hiatus?” You snicker as Jungkook dives back onto the mattress and rejoins you up at the pillows. His piercing expression has already softened.
“Namjoon is the only one calling it that.” He cringes at the term, but that doesn’t last long. His arms snake around your body and pull you into a warm embrace. Today he smells sweet like a vanilla latte.
“Then what do you call it?” You snuggle closer and look up at his handsome face. He has a cute little birthmark just below his lips that you never noticed until now. This is the first time you’ve been close enough to examine his features without being all caught up in your sexual desires.
“A break from my usual antics,” he says. “Some might say I haven’t been living up to my reputation lately.”
You can’t say you knew a whole lot about Jungkook prior to meeting him in art class. But you’ve heard a few rumors of a boy on campus with a lot of tattoos, a lot of piercings, and a lot of one-night stands. You never thought to put two and two together, though it doesn’t come as a surprise at all.
“Your influencer reputation?” You decide to tease him a bit. Maybe it’ll get him to elaborate instead of being vague.
“No, no, not that.” Jungkook chuckles, continuing to wave off anything having to do with the word influencer. But then he straightens up. “It’s—I have a reputation for having a very… active sex life.”
A fuck boy would be proud of that—the body count, the stories, the idea of being desired. But you can see the look on Jungkook’s face. It’s not about pride or bragging rights. His hold around you tightens just enough to notice, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away through his fingers. Something about it concerns you.
“You? With an active sex life? I would’ve never guessed,” you say with a straight face and a sarcastic tone, hoping to lighten the mood. It makes you feel a little better when he cracks a smile at your smart remark.
“I usually don’t care about what other people think or if they judge me for the way I live my life.” Jungkook entwines his fingers with yours and admires how perfectly the two hands seem to fit. “But I know that sort of thing could be a red flag, and with you, I—”
“Jungkook,” you interrupt him. You know what he was going to say, and you want to assure him that he doesn’t have to worry. You’re not going anywhere. “I know what I was getting myself into when we started hanging out more. And besides, if sex were the priority here, it’d already be done and over with by now. You wouldn’t have picked the pineapples off your pizza, we wouldn’t be cuddling like this, and you wouldn’t have ever brought me to a duck pond.”
He’s proven many times that this connection isn’t just built on physical chemistry. When you’re with him, you feel safe, cared for, and so incredibly happy. He might know how good he can give it to you on a physical level, but he doesn’t give himself enough credit for how he makes you feel beneath the surface.
You slide your hand up his chest to the back of his neck. Goosebumps emerge beneath your touch. He scans your eyes as you stare back. 
Up until this point, things between you and Jungkook have been implied and not explicitly stated. There was always some sort of unspoken agreement that the two of you were clearly more than just friends, and yet, nothing was official.
But you don’t want to just assume anymore. And you don’t want him to wonder about it either.
“Last night in the car, you said you’ve got it bad for the cutie who sits across from you in art class, right?” you ask. His nod prompts you to continue. “Is it a coincidence that I’ve also fallen for the hottie who sits across from me?” 
Jungkook leans in with a grin. “Definitely not a coincidence,” he whispers before pressing his smile against yours. “He’s a lucky guy.”
Between kisses, you ask, “Do you think he and I should date?”
He nods again and says, “You’re perfect for a guy like him.” He must notice the chill that was sent down your spine because he pulls a blanket over you and him. You press your body up against his as much as possible. Your heart has never felt warmer. “I like the guy he’s become from spending all that time with you, Y/N.”
“It goes both ways.” You smile, knowing that you’re glowing. You can’t imagine someone being more perfect for you than Jungkook. He’s everything you could’ve ever asked for. “Who would’ve thought all of this would come out of a shared interest in body art?”
“Should I show you another tattoo you haven’t found yet?” He catches you off guard a little. You’d seen him shirtless in swim trunks just the night before, so you were almost ready to assume you’d found them all. But you guess not.
Then a dirty thought comes to mind.
“Wait, it’s not a dick tattoo, right?” You peel the heavy blanket off of him even though he’s still fully clothed. The cat jumps onto the bed to investigate with you. Her pupils are dilated just like yours.
“Why do you look so eager?” he laughs. “Maybe I do have a dick tattoo, but that’s not what I was going to show you.”
He sits up and points to his foot planted atop the blanket. There’s nothing on his ankle or on the top side. You wrap your fingers around his ankle and lift his leg up to check the bottom of his foot. The cat sniffs his toes and makes a funny face.
“What the fuck is that?” you ask, staring at a ruler with what you assume to be accurate measurements in centimeters. “And why?”
“That’s the result of consuming a little too much alcohol with a tattoo parlor only a five-minute walk away,” he shrugs, indifferent about that life decision. At least it’s well hidden. “I wanted to be able to measure anything wherever I went. Or at least that’s what I assume my thought process was at the time.”
“And you said I was the weird one,” you tease. 
“Hey, you never know when this ruler might come in handy.” He’s playfully defensive and you love it.
“Any other hidden tattoos you wanna reveal right now?” All this talk about a dick tattoo is making you curious as a kitten.
“Nah, I’m good,” he says. He sinks back down and pulls you in at the waist for yet another kiss. “I want you to keep thinking about the dick tattoo I may or may not have.”
Of course Jeon Jungkook knows exactly what you were thinking about. He didn’t have to call you out like that, though.
“Well, since you’re teasing me, I’m gonna tease you back.” You wiggle yourself into his chest and close your eyes. “I can confirm that I have exactly one tattoo somewhere on my body.”
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shoutaaizawas · 3 years ago
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↳ hawks x reader → ❝sweater weather❞
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summary: hawks gets cold but you’re always there to warm him up word count: 1.5k+ tags/warnings: fluff a/n: it’s been too long since i’ve written for hawks so here’s another on in the hawks is acting like a bird universe of my writing avian attitudes series + masterlist
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Keigo hated cold weather. He didn’t know if it had something to do with his bird-like tenancies but he could not stand the cold. It was miserable to him. It was one of the reasons his hero costume was so warm. Even with the warm clothes, the second the weather dipped below seventy all he wanted to do was stay in bed in a warm place. 
Fall was here and with that the cold weather. It had been raining all day and it was freezing. Of course, it was a day that Keigo had to patrol all day. Perched on the edge of a building he shook his wings sending water droplets flying. All he wanted was to be bundled up and under a warm blanket at this point. The cold had seeped into his bones, he doubted that even a hot shower would warm him up at this point.
After what felt like an eternity he was finally off work and couldn’t wait to get home to see you. He knew you would take pity on him and baby him after he walked into your shared house soaked.
The TV was on and you were sat on the couch scrolling aimlessly on your phone. You looked up from your phone to see him standing there soaking wet.
“Oh Kei,” You said standing up. “You’re soaking wet, be careful don’t slip.”
“I’m freezing.” He whined.
“C’mon let’s get you in a warm bath.” You said.
It hadn’t taken you long to realize how much Keigo hated the cold. Granted given all the clues you probably should have put it together sooner. I mean look at his hero costume, who wears a fur coat during summer? 
For a while, you just thought he was one of those people who didn’t like cold but when you were walking through the park during winter one day you made the connection. You had been sitting on a park bench with Keigo, he was bundled up in a big coat with a scarf and beanie. His face was barely visible through all of his attempts at keeping warm. A small bird had landed on the bench next to him, it got comfortable fluffing up its feathers in an attempt to stay warm.
You glanced at the bird then back to Keigo. His wings were fluffed up the exact same way the small bird had fluffed up to stay warm. You let out a laugh at the resemblance. 
“What?” He asked unsure of where your laughter was coming from. 
“You have a friend there.” You pointed out. “It seems you both hate this weather.” He looked over at the bird before looking back.
“He doesn’t have a choice to be out here, I do.” He complained.
“And you were nice enough to indulge me and my want to take a walk through a snowy park.” You said pinching his cheek. “You're a good boyfriend. C’mon, let’s warm you up.” You said standing up and taking his gloved hand in yours before taking him home.
When you saw Keigo walk in looking like a kicked puppy, soaked in rainwater you knew he needed some taking care of.
First, you drew him a bath, making sure to throw in some bath salt and eucalyptus to make it even more soothing. You took his clothes and threw them in the wash before heating up some soup you had made the night before. You always loved to make homemade soup when it was gloomy out. Then you threw some clothes for him in the dryer so they would be warm when he was done in the bath.
Once you had that ready you went back to the bathroom. Keigo sat in the tub completely relaxed. The steam rose from the hot water lifting the scent of the eucalyptus. You sat down next to the large tub, you put your hand in the water warming it up before you took his shoulder in your hand. 
Keigo opened his eyes giving you a warm smile at your presence. 
“Warming up?” You asked.
“Starting to.” He hummed. 
“Turn around, face you back to me.” You said. He followed your words, leaning his back against the edge of the tub facing you. His wings adjusted taking their place on each side of you. 
You placed your hands on his shoulders rubbing at his tense muscles. 
“How was your day?” You asked.
“Terrible.” He sighed leaning into your touch. “I’ve been outside all day, it’s freezing. My clothes have been soaked since I stepped outside.”
“I’m sorry, pretty bird.” You said moving your massage down to his shoulder blades. When you rubbed at the muscles around his wings he let out a hum of approval. “I have soup warming up, we can get into bed when you’re done in here.”
“That sounds perfect, I’m exhausted.” He sighed. You massaged his back until you felt you got most of the knots out and by the end, he was nearly boneless he was so relaxed.
“Okay, let me grab you some clothes.” You said. You went to the laundry room to grab his clothes out. There was a surprise for him, you had been working on knitting him a sweater. You were hardly a pro at knitting but you knew how cold he got and thought it would be a good hobby and you could make him stuff to keep him warm. 
Keigo put on the sweats you gave him before you handed him the sweater.
“What’s this?” He asked realizing he hadn’t seen this sweater before. It was beige with red and navy lines running horizontal across the chest.
“I made it.” You said.
“You made this?” He asked looking at you with big eyes.
“Yeah.” You confirmed.
“Seriously?” He said. “That’s amazing!” Keigo nearly crushed you in a hug, the sweater still in his hand. You hugged him back laughing at his excitement. His bare skin was hot against you from the hot bathwater. “Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome, I know how cold you get. I put a lining in there to keep you extra warm.”
“Thank you, baby.” He said throwing the sweater on. “This is amazing, it’s so soft. I love it.”
“C’mon, get in bed I’ll bring you dinner.” You said tugging his hand towards your bedroom.
“I love you so much.” He sighed.
“I love you too, birdie.” You smiled.
After Keigo had eaten you cleared your dishes from your room. When you returned you saw Keigo sitting in the middle of your big bed bundled in blankets. You smiled at him, he was so cute. You crawled into bed with him.
“Am I permitted into the blanket kingdom?” You asked him, right now curling up with your boyfriend sounded like perfection. You couldn’t sleep without his arms around you.
“Hmm, I have a better idea.” He said eying the large hoodie you had on. You didn’t realize what he was up to soon enough, you didn’t have enough time to defend yourself.
Keigo nearly tackled you into your mattress grabbing at the edge of your hoodie he shoved himself into your hoodie with you. The garment was so spacious it left enough room for you and Keigo to fit in it. You had nearly passed out from laughing the first time he attempted this. Ever since it was something he would do when he was cold enough or just in the mood to be cheeky. 
“Kei-” You whined as his head popped out of the neck hole. His face was inches away from yours.
“You’re being greedy, look at all this space in here.” He said. “I nearly froze to death today, do you have any sympathy?” He teased.
“I think I showed you more than sympathy in babying you tonight.” You countered.
“You do go above and beyond.” He agreed. “But is it really so bad having me this close?”
“I haven’t decided.” You said. 
Keigo smirked and pressed a kiss against your nose.
“What about now?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” You said stubbornly. His eyes narrowed and he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Now?” He asked. You made an unsure noise. He kissed your forehead and gave an expecting look.
“Not convinced.” You said.
Keigo proceeded to press kisses all over your face.
“How about now?” He asked.
“You could do a better job at this.” You said.
Keigo pressed his lips against yours in a slow but passionate kiss before looking at you with a question in his eyes.
“Alright, I’m convinced.” You said. The two of you laughed.
Keigo wrapped his arms around your waist in the hoodie, the two of you laying on your sides. His wings stuck out awkwardly but he didn’t seem to mind. You talked more about your day and random things that came to mind. 
It didn’t take long for the two of you to drift off to sleep curled up in your hoodie together, your face pressed into his neck. It would be worth the soreness in your neck when you woke up tomorrow.
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luminari-mc · 3 years ago
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My Human, My Sunshine - Part 1
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort.
Pairing: GN!MC x Mammon
Word count: 5194
Summary: Mammon finds himself lost in the human world. Meanwhile, MC can't get ahold of Solomon, their phone dead silent.
Warnings: N/A
A/N: My first writing piece for Obey Me! It's kind of a long one so I recommend you grab a snack or two during it. While this part is occupied by a good amount of text messages between Mammon and someone else, I'm already thinking of writing a part 2 which will have way more dialogue. In the meantime, please enjoy this little scenario I came up with after listening to a song that set me in an angsty mood. :)
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Wet. Cold. Exhausted. And completely lost.
Mammon felt all of those, and yet, his legs kept on marching into the dead of night, his jacket covering his head despite being too drenched to protect him from the rain anymore. Each time a droplet of water came rolling on his cheek, his wrist would come to brush it off, and Mammon would let out an annoyed groan. If only there were any shops open, but the city was definitely asleep. He was thankful for the crashing sound of the rain on the ground around him, along with the smell of the wet asphalt keeping himself awake, otherwise, he surely would have gone crazy by now. The demon had even lost count of how many hours he had been wandering through the streets, how many mailboxes he had checked, how few passersby he had come across, only to receive negative answers to his questions.
And so Mammon kept on walking, not sure where to go next. But he felt sure of one thing: he wouldn't stop moving until he had found what he was looking for. Be there rain, or no rain. Lost or not.
"Tch, the human world's weather really sucks..."
As he walked on the pavement, his brow furrowed from the lack of new clues as to where his destination was supposed to be. His eyes caught sight of a bakery he had already walked by earlier during the day, its gentle light piercing the darkness that had been accompanying him for far too long now. Mammon's brow furrowed slightly at the sight- he knew he had gone in circles time and time again, but seeing it confirmed once more rubbed him the wrong way. Despite that, he decided to walk towards it, and took shelter under the entrance's porch. Surely the owners wouldn't mind him checking his phone for a few minutes, right? Right.
Pinching between his fingers the precious D.D.D. he had tucked under his shirt to protect it from the rain, Mammon looked at the map again. His stomach dropped for the upteenth time upon seeing the address still showing in his search bar, the letters and numbers taunting him. A knot formed in his throat as he tried his best not to scream at his screen.
"It wasn't there, you idiot..."
His mouth formed into an angry pout. Mammon looked into the list of potential addresses he had made throughout the day, and all had been crossed out. He felt his jaw clench- not only was he left with no addresses, no other clues, no humans to help him, but also that stupid rain surely would keep on falling for the rest of the night.
He was truly cursed.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!" Mammon groaned, his free hand reaching upward to grab at his hair in frustration.
Yes... that was a good question. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could ask help from any of his brothers, or from the angels. It had already been a miracle a witch he knew accepted to snuck him into the human world without anyone knowing, but there was no way he'd get any more help from her without offering his own life in exchange. And contacting Solomon was absolutely out of the question, for his own obvious reasons that he still was suspicious of the guy.
For the longest time in a while, Mammon felt alone. More alone than he had ever been before. He had promised himself to go on this search on his own, stupidly thinking that it'd be over by the end of the day, and look where that got him. Lost in the human world, on the verge of catching some nasty human virus from all this rain that had poured on him, and without anyone by his side.
The grip on his phone tightened, the hand holding it shaking slightly as the anger was starting to consume the demon. Even Mammon's patience had its limits, and he was starting to reach it.
"Dammit, where the hell are ya-"
A pathetic yelp escaped his mouth as he looked in fear at his phone, which had buzzed for a very short second in his palm. Wait, was it a notification? But from who? He had taken all the necessary precautions before leaving, so who was still able to reach his number?
His mind ran through all possibilities as he quickly checked his screen, the name of the sender making him open his eyes wide.
Leviathan: Mammon!!
Leviathan: Where are you???
Leviathan: You promised me you'd play this new game with me after coming home from RAD, don't tell me you forgot?? It's been HOURS.
Leviathan: Also the others say they can't reach your DDD and Lucifer is seriously pissed!
Leviathan: And I know you didn't break your DDD, that wouldn't explain why I can send texts now and the others still can't. Even though mine didn't work before.
Leviathan: But do you know how much time and effort it took me to find a way to bypass a blocked number?? Well guess what, the same amount of hours since you broke your promise!
Leviathan: You're reading this, right? Then send something! Anything!
Mammon backed even more into the porch of the shop, his eyes stuck to the screen of his phone. All of the blood rushing to his head suddenly made him forget he was cold in the first place. Of course Levi would be the first to find a way to contact him.
The demon's chest rose as he breathed in heavily, his hands slowly wrapping around the phone. It took him a hot minute to get ahold of his trembling fingers so as to not make any typos, his mind debating whether responding was a good idea or not, even as he hit the send button.
Mammon: Sorry Levi, gonna have to postpone the gaming session.
Mammon: I got business elsewhere and I'm not sure when I'll come back home, if ever.
Leviathan: Ew stop sounding so gloomy, you're almost starting to sound like me and tbh it would be kinda creepy.
Leviathan: That still doesn't tell me where you are! I know it's like a common thing for you to get into shady stuff on a regular basis but even Lucifer seems concerned, and weirdly enough he's not even trying to hide it???
Leviathan: He's been pacing back and forth in the common room for 20 minutes and won't let go of his phone it's starting to creep me out.
Leviathan: Hey huh, if you really were in big trouble you'd let us know, right? Like, even by typing a secret message to let us know that you got kidnapped or whatever?
Leviathan: Nevermind, I really don't see why you'd even get kidnapped, so it HAS to be that you chose to disappear by yourself.
Leviathan: But anyway! It's been 2 months now since everyone's been acting weird and I've seen and heard you enough to CLEARLY see that you're getting worse but finding trouble with witches or whatever won't help you feel better. And yes I know you've been faking being fine the entire time!! Don't think you can fool me!!
Leviathan: Believe me and the hundreds of figurines I bought!! I thought they'd help and it's somehow doing nothing, I feel like the worst fraud of an otaku EVER!!! How can I call myself an otaku when I can't even find joy anymore in the things that make an otaku what he is??
Leviathan: It's like I'm losing my identity! Wait no screw that, it's not just me, we've all been losing it!!
The three dots of a message being typed disappeared and reappeared, and Mammon couldn't do anything but watch the messages of his brother pop up one after another on his screen. A sense of guilt surfaced inside of him, and it only made him frown. It's not as if he hadn't thought about asking Levi for help, before getting himself into this mess... but for both of their sakes, he had decided that it had to be him coming here, and only him.
But suddenly, just as he expected his brother to send another message, the three dots disappeared, and didn't come back right away. Mammon's focus on his phone increased at the unexplained absence of new texts from Levi, and he waited, expecting him to continue the chain of messages he had started. But nothing followed.
It wasn't in Levi's habits to suddenly stop texting in the middle of a flood of texts. The demon gripped his phone tighter, worry beginning to grow within his mind. Was it because they were in different worlds that their phones couldn't reach properly? Or worse- had Lucifer found him out?
His heart almost skipped a beat as the three dots reappeared under his eyes, before letting another message pop up.
Leviathan: wait
Leviathan: waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait
Leviathan: OMG NO WAY
Leviathan: MAMMON TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING
Mammon: I literally haven't said anything?
Leviathan: YOU PERFECTLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
Leviathan: DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE IN THE HUMAN WORLD RN??
Shit.
How did he even find out?! Well... he could only assume that it wouldn't take a genius to figure out where Mammon could have gone if not anywhere in the Devildom, but still, why did Levi have to type it out? His plan was supposed to be flawless after all.
Mammon: Sorry bro, I can't say where I am.
Mammon: I know Lucifer's bound to check all of your DDDs sooner or later and that's only gonna help him find me.
Mammon: And like I said, I have something to do, so I can't come back.
Leviathan: Wait! I'll delete all of our messages, and I'll even destroy my DDD if it means you tell me why you're there
Leviathan: Actually no don't even answer, there can only be one reason you took that kind of risk
Leviathan: Is it... because of MC?
Upon reading their name again, Mammon felt his stomach sink. The eyes of the Avatar of Greed closed almost instantly as if to avoid reading it, the damp air whistling through his teeth as he breathed in deeply. Of course Levi would figure that out too. Any of his brothers could have.
The demon leaned his head against the wall behind him, his eyes opening and staring into nothing as he contemplated telling Levi about his plan. It wasn't as if he had any backup plans considering the situation he was in, after all. And Levi had the advantage of being at home, and having access to technology and magic that could improve his search further. But the thought of Lucifer figuring everything out still haunted him, making the hair on his skin stand straight.
And yet... At this point, he had nothing else to lose.
Mammon: Ya gotta promise not to tell anyone about this.
Leviathan: Who do you take me for? I'm not a snitch!
Leviathan: Especially if it's about MC.
Leviathan: But huh... what about Lucifer? You know that if when he finds out you went to the human world, he's going to kill you.
Mammon: Fuck Lucifer.
Mammon: I'm tired of hearin' him say he's "taking care of it". He clearly knows something but won't tell any of us and I'm tired of not getting any news from MC since they left the Devildom 2 months ago.
Mammon: And what's with his excuse about them not havin' their DDD anymore to contact us? I call that a load of bullshit.
Mammon: Something weird happened and Lucifer's too stuck-up to let us know what it is.
Mammon: So I'm done waiting around to see when they'll come back, or IF they'll even come back. So I'm going to get them myself.
Mammon: Problem is, I went to MC's place, and they weren't there. Their neighbor told me that they moved out a while ago with, get this, "a guy with white hair".
Leviathan: ??????? Solomon?????
Mammon: I'd bet my Demonio and all the things I possess that it's him.
Mammon: Not only Lucifer's in on this secret thing about MC, but Solomon too. I've already booked him an appointment with my fists if he did anythin' to them.
Mammon: Hell, even Diavolo and Barbatos seem to be in it too, which sucks even bigger time.
Mammon: So that means it's just us 6 who don't know shit. I wasn't about to play nice and dumb for Lucifer any longer.
Leviathan: Mammon
Leviathan: I never thought I'd ever write something like that to YOU
Leviathan: but
Leviathan: you sound super cool rn!! That just makes me wish I could have gone too!!
Leviathan: Pleasepleaseplease let me help!!! I'm also worried about MC and I miss having them here. The atmosphere at the house has sucked ever since we realized we couldn't text or call them anymore and I huh... kinda miss seeing them around the others too.
For a split second, Mammon considered taking a screenshot of Levi's last message to sell it as "the proof that the Avatar of Envy can control his jealousy!", but now wasn't the time for that. He had Levi's approval for helping him find the whereabouts of MC, and that's all he needed at the moment. He hadn't even noticed his lips turning into a small grin upon reading his brother offering his support.
Mammon: Alright Levi listen.
Mammon: All I'm tryin' right now is to find where MC might be.
Mammon: I don't think they left the place I'm at, but I ain't about to search at every damn house there is here. Would take too much time anyway.
Mammon: So can ya use your shut-in powers and figure somethin' out? Like I don't know, catch their human phone's signal or whatever through hacking?
Leviathan: Lol? I'll let you know it's not because I spend my entire days in my room that I know how to find a human phone!
Leviathan: I know how to hack yeah, but I don't know how to hack human technology! Not that I maybe tried once or twice and it resulted in failure each time.
Leviathan: But huh... I could try?
Leviathan: Let me ask Satan if we could use magic too.
Mammon: Satan? Levi, are you stupid? Last thing we want is to get more people to know about what I'm doing.
Leviathan: Oh huh yeaaaah, about that.
Leviathan: I should have told you sooner, but when I stopped answering earlier it's because Satan caught me texting you.
Leviathan: But he actually knew you had left to the human world! So we don't have to worry! He's on our side... obviously.
Mammon: Then the two of you get on it.
Mammon: And don't catch Lucifer's attention.
Leviathan: Yeah!
Leviathan: I'll let you know when we've found something.
Leviathan: BRB!
And then just like earlier, Levi's texts stopped appearing on his screen. A sigh left Mammon's lips as he closed his eyes, and the demon allowed his body to slide against the wall behind him until he was sitting on the ground. As he stretched out his sore body, the second-born finally realized that after two whole months of not getting to hear MC's voice, seeing their smile, getting to touch them... he had gotten closer to finding them, all thanks to his brothers. He had let Lucifer's intimidation get the best of him throughout all this time, but not anymore. No matter whether his older brother would catch wind of where he was, and what he was doing, Mammon would never stop trying to bring back MC where they belonged. With him, in the Devildom, back with the family they had found and grown to love.
Closing the messaging app with his thumb, the picture of MC he had set as his D.D.D. background seemed to radiate like the sun. How dared them all try to separate his human from their first man? From the one who'd they come to whenever they had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep? The demon who'd hug them as tight as possible in their bed after a long day at RAD? The one who'd had the chance to fall asleep with them, getting the absolute honor of seeing their face so close to his, and who'd protect their dreams from any bad thoughts and scary nightmares?
The anxiety that Mammon had worn on his face all day slowly disappeared, and a small smile was placed upon it instead as his eyes met MC's in the picture.
"I'm almost there. Ya just gotta be patient a little more."
I'll find ya.
Time went on as Mammon waited for any news of Levi and Satan's research. The rain showed no sign of clearing soon, and the demon was starting to doze off after spending his entire day without taking a single break. He could have almost fallen asleep if it hadn't been for the owner of the bakery opening the door to close his shop and asking him to sit somewhere else. So Mammon moved from one spot to another, and took shelter near another store instead.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting on the stone steps he had sat on, his phone's screen flashed a bright light as a new notification from Levi appeared from the top. Quickly passing his wrist on his tired eyes, Mammon tapped on the new message at the speed of light. The contents made him gasp, and for a second, he had almost forgotten how to breathe, as his now wide-open eyes were glued on the content of the message.
A full-on address, along with a picture of the place.
Mammon instantly stood up at the sight of the picture, the memories of his day resurfacing in a flash. He remembered very clearly seeing this particular building sometime during his search- its height had been making it stand out very easily amongst the other buildings in the city. Nobody couldn't mistake it with anything else.
Mammon: This is it?
Leviathan: Yeah, we placed down a map and confirmed it was there.
Leviathan: Satan actually found a book in his room with a spell that can help find a person's specific item with just some of their DNA.
Leviathan: So we went to MC's room and found some hair that Satan used for the spell, along with his phone so it could narrow down the list of MC's items.
Leviathan: I didn't think Satan's room could look even more of a mess, but he spent 10 minutes shoveling through his collection and now you can't even see the floor or his bed anymore lol
Leviathan: Anyway now that you got what you wanted, go and check if MC is there!
Mammon felt his legs move on their own as he flipped his jacket above his head and stepped under the rain again, a confident grin now brightly adorning his face as he typed on his phone to reply.
Mammon: Thanks Levi. I'll owe ya one.
Leviathan: Find MC and bring them back. Then you can consider us even.
Mammon nodded, a newfound hope filling his entire body and mind. After confirming that Levi had ceased texting him, the demon turned the phone off. He opened his hand to drop it on the wet floor, and let his right foot crash down upon it, the object almost breaking in half. Mammon promptly gathered in his hand the shattered item, now completely unusable, and threw it down a nearby sewer before letting his excitement take the best of him and sprint further in the direction of the building from the picture. At least, now Lucifer wouldn't be able to track him down with it if Levi and Satan got caught.
The more distance he covered, the more Mammon could swear he was about to take on his demon form at any moment. The thoughts of MC began to fill his head even more, as if they were the one pushing him to find them, to get to them as soon as possible. For the first time in 2 months, Mammon felt truly alive.
"Almost there. The Great Mammon's coming for ya, MC!!" he let out in the form of an encouragement to himself, his legs having found their energy again as his form was engulfed further into the city.
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Anxiously pacing around the room, their head low and their phone in their hands, MC was growing more and more impatient. They were supposed to receive an update from Solomon about three hours earlier in the form of a phone call, but no matter the amount of messages they'd spent in the hopes of the wizard finally answering them, all they received was a dreadful silence. Grabbing a nearby chair, they let their body fall onto the seat as their fingers typed yet another message. They couldn't really understand how they had come to grow so persistent when it came to getting Solomon to reply to them, but having no other person to talk to ever since they left the Devildom 2 months prior would do that to anyone, they assumed.
'Solomon, sorry, I know I'm sending a lot of texts, but you said you'd visit today and I'm starting to be worried and... honestly a bit lonely. I thought going out today would help, but I just sat in the park for an hour before going back home and not doing much of the day.'
'You were supposed to meet with other wizards today, right? I hope nothing bad happened. But in case you're alright, all I'm asking is just one reply to at least get some sort of human connection. Not that I had a lot of it in the past few months.'
They felt their throat tighten upon writing their last sentence, feeling the frustration spilling out of their own words right back into their face. But who could blame them?
2 months without seeing, hearing, or even texting their friends back in the Devildom. 2 months without receiving a single visit from Luke or Simeon. 2 months spent exclusively with the company of Solomon, who had been acting strange ever since and had made them move out of their home under the excuse that it was to "train them at magic in a more private setting". But more importantly... those had been 2 months without having Mammon around, and MC would lie if they said they hadn't spent several nights crying themself to sleep, wondering how the demon was dealing with their absence.
The memories of their latest departure from the Devildom played in their head like a movie as they placed a hand on their forehead. Everything had seemed alright at the time, with them getting to say their usual goodbyes to the brothers, wishing to see them again once the new year at RAD would start, foolishly thinking that they'd get to spend their time hearing their voices on a daily basis once they were back in the human world. And before they could understand, their DDD had been taken from them, Solomon had been more present in their life than ever before, and for a reason they still couldn't grasp, it was as if the brothers had vanished from their life completely. No news whatsoever. Complete radio silence.
Just thinking back to this period, and how they could have probably caught that something was up as soon as Diavolo asked for their DDD after the brothers had left... it just made them want to puke.
But nothing could make them want to do so as much as the long-awaited reply of Solomon appearing on their screen.
'Hi MC. I'm deeply sorry I couldn't get ahold of you throughout the day. I won't be able to visit you today, since my services are still required here. Besides, it's getting late. I recommend you go have a good night's sleep as soon as possible.'
'If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to come back tomorrow. Then, we'll be able to go walk wherever you want. How does that sound?'
'I need to be going, but I shall wish you a good night. Take care, MC.'
And just as quickly as he had answered, Solomon went silent again. Leaving them in this apartment they had grown to hate, this prison cell he had put them in. A place where no fun could be found for them. MC didn't even bother sending anything else after that.
Their head sunk even lower, until their forehead slowly met with the hard surface of the dinner table. The phone faceplanted onto the wood as MC's hands turned into hard fists, a deep groan shaking the walls of their throat. It was hard not to let the tears escape their eyes, but instead, they opted to punch the table several times as hard as they could, until they felt their anger diminish.
How long was Solomon going to act ignorant towards them? How long was he going to ignore their pleas to get news from the Devildom, anything that would let them know why they couldn't contact the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos? Even if the lords had been in some sort of trouble... they'd still find time to talk to their human, right? There was no way Mammon, the one they loved, wouldn't try to reach them one way or another... right?
Him who had been so clingy in such an adorable way every time they'd be at the House of Lamentation, he who had revealed to them that there wasn't a single day where his thoughts wouldn't drift to them no matter how hard he tried...
No. No amount of important duties would explain why Mammon of all demons, would ignore them like that.
They missed his antics. His entire being. The warmth he'd bring them each time he'd hold their hand before tucking his face into their neck like a pouting child, desperately trying to sneak one or two kisses in there, in the hopes he'd get to hear that sweet giggle of them. It wasn't for nothing that Lucifer had come to name them the chaotic duo of the House of Lamentation. They were two parts of a whole.
And yet, the world had dared to separate them. And MC was tired, oh so tired of not having their other half near them. The only feeling they had left, was one of pure desperation to see their greedy demon.
"I'm not asking for much... even a single word would do." MC replied to no one as they turned their head to rest their cheek onto the table. They closed their eyes, the anger slowly being replaced by a profound exhaustion. Could they really do nothing but act normal around Solomon, and accept that this was now their new life? No demons, no angels, just... humans around them?
Before they could slap the thought away, a loud banging coming from the entrance door made them straighten in their seat, their head turning towards the hallway in a panic. Their heart pounded inside their chest as the banging seemed to go on forever, until they used the back of their chair to push themself up, their legs shaking.
"S...Solomon?" They asked, way too silently for anyone to hear, and fully knowing that the person behind the door couldn't be the wizard.
As if they were waiting for an answer, MC stood there, their hand grasped onto the chair. The banging was insistent, demanding, angry. At this time of night, there were few reasons they could think why someone would mistreat their door in such a way, and MC wasn't sure they wanted to find the reason for it.
That is, until the person behind the door finally let their voice be heard.
"Oi, MC! Ya can hear me right?! Come on, open the door!"
It didn't take long for MC to let the familiar voice enter their ears, and it took less time for them to nearly stumble over the chair as their legs moved in a hurry to lead them towards the door as quickly as possible. Their hands messily trying to open the locks on the door, they were sure their mind had just played a trick on them, and the person outside was going to leave them completely disappointed, but they didn't care. This voice they could only remember so well despite the time since they had last heard it, was simply inviting them to open the door, to check for themselves whether it was true, or just a nasty joke played by their brain.
But as the last lock was undone, and the door was swung open, MC couldn't do anything but just stand there, their mouth agape.
Mammon kept on drawing breaths, his wet hair stuck to his forehead and drops of rain falling from his clothes onto the floor below, so much so that it had started to create a small puddle underneath him. As if the person who opened the door wasn't the one he expected, the demon took a step back, letting his eyes wander up and down on the human he had in front of him, almost in an attempt to check if it was really them. He too, couldn't stop his mouth from hanging open at the sight.
The two of them just stood there for a few seconds, taken by so many emotions at once that they weren't sure what to do. But right as Mammon took a step forward, his mouth opening some more to let out words that he so desperately had wanted to say for so long now, MC's face contorted into one of pure sadness before they rushed towards him. Mammon greedily welcomed them into his arms as they jumped and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, and their legs around his waist. They buried their face into his neck, the warmth of their tears mixing with the rain on his skin.
His embrace only tightened even more as they mumbled his name amidst broken sobs, the sound ever so close to his ear that even though he had his eyes firmly closed, he might have cried on the spot too. But he had found them. He had them in his arms again. After what had seemed like a million years, finally, they were back where they belonged, and he was back with his human.
Almost as if they were about to be pulled away from him, Mammon placed a hand on the back of their head, wanting to protect their entire being from harm no matter the cost. He still wasn't sure why it had taken so long for him to reunite with them despite the obstacles, but at the present moment, nothing else could matter.
The lord had finally found them, and he wasn't about to let anyone interfer between their happiness once more.
"I ain't letting you go." He whispered through gritted teeth, his head lowering into their shoulder. "Ever again."
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whentherewerebicycles · 2 years ago
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all right friends I have been hemming and hawing for weeks about when to move and I think I need to do one more big pro/con list.
here are the cons of moving soon:
I will have to pay $850 to break the lease
I might lose part or all of my $800 deposit
I am legally on the hook for rent every month until they relet the apartment
my rent will go up $1-1.5k/month
I might get a bad reference from my landlord that would affect my future leasing prospects
I can only move in late september or mid to late november and those seem like rough times to move to seattle (dark and rainy). otherwise I probably have to wait until march
and here are the pros:
moving is always insanely expensive! if I give them enough lead time (like a late october moveout date) they might be able to lease the place so there’s no gap and I only lose $850. I think what I’m really afraid of is being yelled at, and while that’s understandable it isn’t a good enough reason to not move forward
winter is dark and gloomy anywhere. here the temperature is pleasant and there’s more sunshine but the daylight savings change always deeply affects my mood regardless of where I am. plus I think I will have a much more active social life in seattle even in the winter, so I might end up being significantly happier even if the weather is dreary outside.
I am ready to start a new life!!! I feel like I’m stuck in limbo right now. I can’t start any of the volunteer jobs I have my eye on or join a choir or start dating again or pick up a new form of exercise or do any of the things I want to do to begin re-expanding the cramped parameters of my life after years of pandemic isolation. I am excited about the flexibility of working remotely but I also know I don’t thrive unless I’m getting lots of face-to-face time with other humans in at least one area of my life (work or social). I want to start this new part of my life!! I want to push myself through the fear of change so I can get to the fun scary exciting stuff on the other side!
I think I gotta just commit to moving, right? it just feels like emotionally I’ve already moved on from Texas and it’s time to physically move on too. the potential expense is a bit of a gut-punch but it will be cushioned a little by finally getting last year’s tax return + getting all my unused vacation time paid out when I leave the university. I think I just accept that I’m going to be dipping heavily into savings but god willing will be able to make up the difference with that money coming in + a new much higher salary. and if I am feeling stressed about money I can always reach out to my old bosses and ask if they’d take me on for 8-10 hrs/wk of essay coaching again. that would fulfill my need for face-to-face time with kids and would also make it easy to make up moving expenses.
it’s clear that what will get the ball rolling on all of this is emailing my landlord and seeing how they react to me asking to be released from the lease early. I need to push myself to do that today. gotta move forward jes! can’t stay stuck in limbo forever. time for the next chapter.
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silverbyeol · 3 years ago
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When We Collide - Tom Holland
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Summary: A close encounter with death, brings on a new relationship (This summary sucks, but I don’t want to give anything away) 
Author’s Note: Not sure if this classifies as angst, but the ending is kind of sad... but lots of fluff all throughout! 
Word Count: 3.6K
“That’s a wrap for today everyone, have a good day and I’ll see you all on Friday,” the male producer said, there was some light mumbling throughout the cast and everyone disbursed soon after.
“Hey, Tom!” yelled a male voice, stopping the brunette in his tracks, “Would you like to hang out with us? We’re going to grab some drinks at a pub?” Tom looked over at the owner of the voice, one of his co-stars.
“I would, but I already have plans for today. Definitely next time,” the male replied with a smile. Truth be told, Tom didn’t really have any important plans. They were shooting a movie in London and all Tom wanted to do was walk around and enjoy the feeling of being home for a while.
The male walked into his trailer and changed out of the outfit he wore on set and into something more comfortable, jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He checked himself out in the mirror and, before leaving the set, put on a black cap and dark shades, to mask his identity. It was nice to get away from fame and responsibilities for a while and just lead a somewhat normal life.
The streets of London were always busy with people walking about, minding their business, and tourists snapping pictures of every nook and cranny. The weather was gloomy today and there was really no reason to wear shades outside. He probably looked crazy, but Tom went unrecognized as he made his way towards his favourite cafe- ready to enjoy some afternoon tea and maybe even read a book. The cafe was located in a part of London that was rarely crowded. The brunette turned a corner, and there it was; the cafe was standing just across the street. He stopped at the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the signal to turn green.
On the other side of the street stood a young female. She had a pair of over-ear headphones on and wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings. The male looked her over, admiring how cute she was. She had a black and white striped top on, paired with black cargo jeans, and a black Nike duffle bag across her chest. She looked as if she was coming back from the fitness center. The light turned green for them to cross and the female looked both ways to make sure there were no other cars. She quickly looked back at her phone, missing the vehicle that was speeding down the road.
Everything moved so fast. She was about to get hit and without thinking, the male took off running towards her, ready to push her out of the way. Everything started moving in slow motion and for a split second, he saw her eyes widen with fear as she looked up from her phone and noticed the situation unfolding. Tom quickly grabbed the girl's waist, lunging the two onto the ground, right in front of the coffee shop.
‘This definitely hurts less at the studio…’ he thought and fluttered open his eyes, meeting fearful e/c ones.
“Are you okay?” the female asked as she lay on top of Tom.
“I’m fine. No big deal,” he grunted out. It was actually a big deal… His head and back hurt from the fall and his hands were scraped from sliding on the concrete. “Are you okay?” he in turn asked her as he scanned her face for any injuries.
“I’m fine… I- ermm…” she stuttered and quickly got off the males body, sitting down on the ground next to him, “Thank you- I don’t- Everything just happened so fast…” she said with a shaky voice as if the events finally hit her. The car was long gone and there were no other people walking by as the incident occured.
“What a bloody arsehole, he shouldn’t have been going so fast,” Tom said and frowned. The female's things were all over the ground and right in the middle of them were his sunglasses. His eyes met with the girls, yet she seemed to not recognize that he was famous, “Are you hurt? Should we go to the hospital?” he questioned, concerned about her well-being.
“I’m alright. Thank you… I’m not sure how I could ever repay you for saving my life… you even got hurt,” she said as she studied his scraped hands.
“There’s no need. What’s your name?”
“Y/n.” she answered and the couple stood up from the ground.
“I’m Tom. Pleasure.” he replied, looking into her eyes for any sign of recognition, but nothing.
“Can I at least buy you a cuppa or coffee?” she asked and motioned towards the shop. Tom warmly smiled at her.
“Sure.” The two grabbed their things and collected themselves before going into the shop.
“Welcome! What can I get started for you two?” asked the barista. Tom and the female awkwardly approached the counter.
“I’ll have a flat white, please,” the female by his side said.
“Two of those,” Tom added. Y/n started digging in her bag, most likely looking for her wallet.
“10 pounds.” the barista said and Tom swiftly handed the barista the orange/brown coloured bill.
“Wait… what are you-” Y/n said in confusion.
“Let’s go sit down,” Tom interrupted and led the two towards an empty table.
“You’re way too kind…” Y/n said when the pair sat down. Tom chuckled.
“Making you pay wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me.” the female smiled at him and the barista came over to the table, setting down two small cups.
“Thank you.” they both said and Y/n picked up the cup and took a small sip, making Tom stare. Being a celebrity, he never had meaningful conversations with strangers. Everyone either wanted a photo or autograph, so it was hard for the male to make connections with regular people.
“What's up with the shades?” she asked, hoping to see more of the strangers' faces.
“Oh....” Tom mumbled and took off his glasses and cap. There was no one in the shop besides the pair, it was fangirl free, “It’s a habit.”
“Makes you look kind of dodgy...”
“Does it…?” he mumbled more to himself than the girl. She looked more calm than before as if the incident was long forgotten. He picked up his mug and took a sip of the hot liquid. Y/n took a second to examine the male. He had brown hair and a pair of matching brown eyes. His baby face made him look like a puppy. He was cute. Her eyes traveled to his arms, they were slightly veiny, he was most likely fit and worked out a lot. Her eyes looked at his hands that were red and had scratches from the fall.
“Tell me about yourself,” Tom said, wanting to keep the mood light.
“Me? I’m honestly not that interesting…” she said and looked down at her lap, “I’m a ballet dancer, I don’t really have time for much else…” she continued, picking up Tom’s interest.
“You dance? I took ballet classes when I was a child. I was even in the Billy Elliot musical-” Tom said and suddenly felt nervous. (Y/n) didn’t seem to know who he was. It was nice to be normal and treated like a regular human, not a famous actor, “when I was in secondary school,” he added.
(Y/n) looked up with interest, “I didn’t realize you were done with school… you look so young,”
“I’m actually 24,” Tom said. The female looked at him with wide eyes.
“You look so young…” she repeated and Tom took another sip of his coffee, “Did the ballet thing work out for you or are you pursuing different things?” This was Tom’s chance to tell the female that he was a famous actor.
“No, I decided to do other things,” he started. He decided that he liked the feeling of being unknown, “I work on movie sets… bunch of random things, honestly.”
“That’s cool. Do you get to meet a lot of celebrities?”
“Yeah… you could say that.”
The two sat in the coffee shop until the sky turned dark, talking about anything and everything. The longer the two talked, the more Tom started to fancy the female. Despite what she thought, she was interesting and very kind. He never met someone like her, and he definitely wanted to keep getting to know her.
“It’s almost 9…” she said with a tired sigh, “I should get going. I have rehearsals in the morning.”
“I should get going too…” Tom said, slightly disappointed…
“Despite the circumstances, it was so nice to meet you, Tom. Thank you for saving me.” she said and started getting up. He didn’t want their conversation to end, if she let him, Tom wanted to keep in touch with the female.
“Wait!” he called out and she looked at him, sitting back down, “Do you mind if I get your number? I would love to take you out on a date, or just hang out,” there was a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
“Ummm… yeah- of course…” (Y/n) felt her cheeks get warm. It’s been a while since someone asked her for her number or even asked her out on a date. Tom gave her his phone and she typed her number in.
“Have a goodnight, (Y/n).”
“Have a goodnight, Tom.”
Tom could not concentrate on set. All he could think about was the girl with the e/c coloured eyes. After the encounter, Tom texted the female that night to make sure she made it home safe. Ever since, they’ve been sending messages back and forth constantly. He wanted to take the girl out on a proper date, but that was slightly difficult. Public spaces meant lots of potential fangirls and the male was not ready to reveal his status yet.
“Holland!” yelled a strict male voice making Tom come out his daydream.
“Sir?”
“What’s the matter with you?” the director asked, annoyed that they had to reshoot the same scene for the fifth time.
“Sorry… I’ve got a lot on my mind.” he replied, making the director sigh in defeat.
“Alright. Why don’t you take the week off, yeah?”
“Oh, okay.” he replied, his thoughts going back to Y/n.
“And make sure you come back to Earth by then!” the male yelled and stormed off, annoyed about having to make a new shooting schedule for the week. Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone:
Tom: Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?
Tom: Totally fine if you don’t
Tom: Don’t want to pressure you
To say that the male felt stupid was an understatment. Why was he so nervous? He barely knew this girl for a week and she made him feel like a teenager who was helplessly chasing their crush around. He looked at the screen, three little dots appeared and a message suddenly popped up:
Y/n: I would like that
Tom: Great! I’ll pick you up at 6! Text me your postal address.
Tom sat on the sofa in Y/n’s flat as they watched Citizen Kane on her small telly. The female was laid down, her legs laying on top of his as she balanced a big bowl of popcorn on her belly, occasionally munching on the snack. Tom looked away from the noir film, his attention purely on his girlfriend. The pair have been dating for nearly half a year and Y/n was still unaware that her boyfriend was an A list celebrity. Of course, Tom wanted to tell her, but they’ve already gotten so far into their relationship that he was scared of how she might react to the news.
“You know… I’ve never been to your flat,” the female said and stuffed some popcorn into her mouth, never taking her eyes off the telly.
“Is that something you would like to do?” Tom questioned.
“I mean… We always spend time here. Why haven’t you invited me over? Are you hiding a secret family from me?” her eyes met his and he saw the playful gleam behind her orbs.
“You caught me. My wife and kids wouldn’t be too happy to find out that I enjoy spending my time more with my mistress than them,” Y/n picked up a piece of popcorn and threw it at him, landing it right in the middle of his forehead.
“That’s what you get, Mr. Holland… or is that even your real name?” she said glaring at him, but a smile was plastered on her lips. Tom grabbed the bowl of popcorn from her belly and placed it down on the floor. He quickly got on top of her, using his forearms as support to hover over her.
“Would you like to come over tomorrow then? I could cook us dinner?” he questioned as he looked all over her face, admiring every little detail.
“That sounds lovely. Your wife and kids won’t mind?” she giggled.
“No. I’ll make sure they’re out by the time you get there,” he said and dipped down to capture her lips.
Tom was nervous about his girlfriend coming over, and not because he had a secret family. Tom did not mind that his girlfriend lived in a flat that only had one small bedroom and a common area, nor was he worried about her being materialistic and only keeping him around for the money. She didn’t have much, but she liked to spoil him with small gifts here and there with whatever money she had left from her paycheck. It was bad enough that he drove around in a Porsche, but he lived in a luxurious two story flat on the outskirts of London. If she were to ask questions, how was he supposed to explain where his wealth came from? What if there were paparazzis situated outside his home? He wanted to tell her about being Spider-man on his own time and this could potentially out him.
“I thought you lived closer to the city…” Y/n said looking out the window, watching as they got further from the center of London.
“I prefer staying out of London… It’s always so crowded and the traffic is horrible.” he replied as he pulled into the carpark. Y/n smiled in anticipation. The building of the flats looked really modern, as if they were built recently. She knew that this place must have been expensive to live in. The couple walked inside the building, his hand on the small of her back as he led her towards the lift.
“Mr. Holland.” the doorman greeted, with a kind smile.
“John. Good evening.”
Once inside the lift, Tom swiped his key card and pressed the button for the highest floor. Y/n looked around, slightly feeling out of place. She knew that Tom worked in the film industry, but she didn’t expect him to be loaded. The door to the lift opened and the girl's eyes went wide with shock as she was met with a spacious flat and huge windows that were facing towards the center of London.
“Woah… You said you did what?” the female questioned as she looked out the window.
“I work on movie sets… which reminds me,” he said and came up behind the female, wrapping his arms around her middle, “There is a private screening tonight of the movie I was working on when we first met. It would mean a lot to me, if you came along to watch it.” he said, kissing his girlfriend's cheek.
“Am I allowed to?”
“Of course. You’re my plus one, love…”
The couple finished their dinner before going to see the private screening. Most movies would be shown to the cast and crew before they officially premiered in Hollywood. This showing was meant for the UK team only. This was the moment that Tom would confess who he actually was. His heart was pounding against his chest as he and Y/n sat down in the chairs in the screen room. There were only five others there.
“What’s this movie about?” questioned the female.
“Superheroes.” Tom responded with a bit of a smirk on his face. This was going to be the first time he’s seen the final product, so he wasn’t completely sure when Peter Parker was going to make an appearance. The Marvel logo played and transitioned into a poor quality memorial video of all the Avengers that died during the Thanos battle. The scene continued with two teens as they were giving a morning announcement to their school. Tom looked over at his girlfriend who looked confused, she must not have watched any of the marvel movies. The scene ended and there he was… It was always weird seeing your own face on a big screen.
“I have a plan!” his character started, talking about how he was going to woo MJ in Paris. Tom looked over to his right. Y/n had her mouth wide open as she watched her boyfriend speak in an American accent. She looked at the screen and slowly turned her head to look at her boyfriend as if trying to confirm that it was the same person. Five minutes into the movie and there he was in his Spider-man suit talking at a fundraiser. Y/n grabbed her bag and abruptly stood up, walking out of the screening room, having seen enough.
“Shit…” Tom mumbled and raced after her, “Love, wait!” he yelled, but the female kept walking until she got outside. Not knowing where to go, she stopped in her tracks, “Y/n…”
“You’re Spiderman…” she muttered lowly and Tom almost didn’t catch it.
“I-” he started saying, but she quickly cut him off.
“This is mental. You’re Spiderman and you forgot to mention that your job entails you to actually be the main character in the film?” she said and turned around to look at him. She looked sad, almost disappointed. Tom was at a loss for words.
“You’ve nothing to say?” she tutted and started walking in a random direction, away from the male.
“Babe! Wait!” he yelled and ran up to stand in front of her to block her way, “I was scared okay… Everyone who I ever meet on the street wants a photo or autograph. When I met you, you made me feel normal for once, not like I’m some object that belongs in a museum. I know that keeping this from you was bad and I am truly sorry,” her eyes sparkled in understanding as she listened to the male speak, “I don’t want to lose you.” he ended, his eyes slightly glossy. Y/n sighed and leaned over to give him a kiss. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, fearing that this would be the last time he would be able to feel her lips.
“I understand if you want to break up-”
“Shut up and kiss me, you bloody git.” the female giggled, making Tom smile and lean in for another kiss.
“Don’t lie to me ever again.”
“Never.”
It’s been about five years since the couple started dating. Tom was ready to ask Y/n to marry him. He was going to propose on their anniversary, but he wasn’t sure how or where; all he knew was that he was ready to call her his forever. The male walked into their shared bedroom where the future Mrs. Holland was already in, laying under the covers, dozing off. He slipped in and pulled her close to his chest.
“I love you, Y/n.” he whispered as he kissed her neck, earning a tired reply…
“I love you, too…”
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   "He's waking up!"
   "Tom!"
   "Can you hear us?"
   "TOM!" slowly his eyes opened and he met a white ceiling.
   "Where am I?" he groaned and looked over to the side, his mom was there looking at the male in worry.
   "You're in the hospital, Tom. You've been in a coma for six months..." his mother said in a calm voice as tears spilled from her eyes.    
   "Mum? Where's Y/n? I need to see her, is she okay?" Tom questioned as he tried to get out of bed. His head was pounding as he tried to recall the accident.
“Woah… you need to stay in bed, Thomas. Who’s Y/n?” his mother asked, concerned.
“My girlfriend… I was going to propose to her.” Tom let out.
“I’m going to go get a doctor. Please don’t move.” his mother said and left the room.
“What happened?” Tom groaned and he held his head.
“Your director called us after you didn’t show up for the shooting…” spoke up his brother, Harry, who was sitting on a chair, on the opposite side where his mother just stood, “You and some girl got hit by a car just outside a shop in London.”
“Coffee shop?” Tom questioned, his headache starting to ease.
“Yeah…” Harry said.
“Where’s the girl?” Tom questioned, curious what was happening.
“Just in the other room. They haven't been able to identify her.” Harry finished, concerned about his brother.
“Can you take me to her?”
“You just woke up… No way…” Harry said as he frowned at the older male.
“I need to see her…” Tom pleaded, making his brother sigh. Harry got up from the chair and rolled over a wheelchair that was located on the other side of the room. He helped his brother on it and wheeled him towards the room next door. The pair of brothers stopped just outside a window that looked into a patient's room. The shape of her face, the colour of her hair- everything about her was so familiar. She had lost a little colour on her skin, probably due to being in a coma and light bruises littered her body. He couldn’t see the colour of the girl’s eyes, but he was sure that he recognized her.
   She was the same girl who Tom was going to propose to. That girl was Y/n...
Thanks for reading, lovely~ 
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