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urbfsecretgf · 3 years

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The boy next door. (pt2.)

a/n: no one asked for more but im just gonna keep posting as i write bc its fun :)

(everything is made up including names, family members and text messages)

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you look at the message from vinnie and smile.

"what are you so smiley about y/n?" you mom says in a jokingly way

"she met a boy at the ice cream shop" jack says sounding annoyed

"soooo whats his name, is he cute, how old is he, where does he live, i wanna know everything"

your mom has always been a little nosey when it comes to boys, especially ones that make you smile.

"mommmmmm" you say

"oh come on i just wanna know"

"okay fine" you give in "his names vinnie and he lives next door, he came into the ice cream shop while we were waiting and he complimented me on my ice cream choice"

your mom laughs and says; "he seems like a very sweet boy, why dont you invite him and his family over for dinner tomorrow?"

"we arent moved in fully yet mom" jack interrupts

"oh vinnie offered to come over tomorrow and help move stuff in, you can invite him and his family over for dinner when hes here if you want to"

your mom sits and thinks about it for a second. she's never liked asking for help "you know we could use the extra hands, if you want to text him and see if hes willing to come over around 10 and help unload boxes that would be wonderful. i'll make lunch too depending on how long it takes"

"YES!" you scream in excitement, "i'll text him right now and see if he can. love you mom!"

you run upstairs and let out a squeal. you where so excited to see your dream boy again.

you text vinnie and throw your phone on your bed.

"oh shoot!" you yelled. "if he does come over i have to clean my room i can have it look like this." you look down at your floor and see all the laundry scattered everywhere.

"im such a mess"

you put on your favorite playlist and start dancing while you clean your room.

*BZZ*

"mom! he said hes coming over tomorrow!"

"sounds good!"

you keep cleaning your room but eventually fall asleep because you had a long day today.

when you woke up you checked the time.

"ITS 10:45??"

your alarm never went off causing you to over sleep.

"i havent showered, i havent gotten ready, i havent done anything! and my room still isnt clean UGHHHH!"

you quickly throw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a crop top you found in your closet, you put dry shampoo in and throw your hair into a bun.

you grabbed your glasses and run down stairs.

"well good morning sleeping beauty" vinnie says to you staring at you.

"OMG YOU'RE HERE!"

"yeah you told me to come over... your mom is an amazing lady i must say, i also didnt know you wore glasses"

"MY GLASSES NOOOO!" you panic realizing you didnt have time to put your contacts in

"calm down its okay y/n. i like them." vinnie smiles at you.

"his smile is so pretty, and his eyes, wow." you think to yourself.

"y/n?" your mom says

"huh?"

"you okay? you zoned out for a second"

"OH yeah no im great." you realize you zoned out while staring at vinnie who was in a white tank top and is wearing a baseball cap. you couldnt stop yourself from starring.

"hey mom.." jack says "i found this in with the books"

you look at jack and realize hes holding your old bra

"JACK THATS MINE STOP" you gasp. oh boy that's embarrassing.

vinnie starts laughing and looks at you.

"stop laughing"

you're so embarrassed that he just saw that.

"dont worry y/n its okay. my dog had my boxers on her head after she went snooping in my room."

you can't help but to laugh a little.

the thought of seeing his dog with his boxers on her head is something you would pay to see.

"alright so is there anything else you would like me to move Mrs. Anderson?" vinnie asks your mom

"i dont believe so unless y/n or jack has anything to move" your mom looks at you and your brother waiting for a response.

jack breaks the silence and goes "nope, i think everything is in my room already."

"y/n do you have anything you need help unpacking or anything?" he looks at you and his eyes are this beautiful chocolate brown color.

"yeah i do actually."

vinnie and you head up to your room

"im sorry its such a mess i was trying to clean it last night but i must have fell asleep."

"don't worry about it, my room is way worse than this"

he reaches for a magazine he sees and giggles

"whats so funny? HEY PUT THAT DOWN!"

he laughs and sets it back down

"you know i think its cute."

"whats cute?'

"you, everything about you."

you roll your eyes and smile

"you're dumb Mr. Hacker, but you're cute as well"

"thank you Ms. Hacker."

"what did you say?"

"huh? nothing, anyways is that all you wanted me to help with?"

"yeah thats it thank you."

vinnie walks downstairs and you follow.

your mom is in the kitchen with your brother.

"oh vinnie before you leave, would you and your family like to come over for dinner tonight?" vinnie looks at you and then at your mom.

"i think they would be delighted to come over for dinner tonight Mrs. Anderson, i'll text them right now."

you go into the living room to watch some tv. vinnie follows and sits next to you.

*BZZ*

vinnies phone goes off

"they said they would love to come over, do you have a time in mind on when they should come over?"

"does 7:30 work?"

"that will work just fine."

looking at the time you realize you and vinnie have spent 5 hours together already.

"i should probably get heading home, i have to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, see you then everyone!" he kisses your cheek and heads out the door.

"bye vinnie see you tonight!" your mom and brother exclaim

"what a sweet boy" mom says

*4 hours later, 7:00 PM*

"Vinnie and his family will be over in 30 mins please make sure everything is ready and make sure you guys are ready aswell"

your mom has always been one to make sure everything and everyone looks good before any guest come over.

the door bell rings.

"y/n!! can you please get the door?"

you rush downstairs and open the door.

"hey y/n, wow you look good"

you curled your hair, put makeup on, and are wearing your nice fancy dress.

"hey vin i could say the same thing about you."

both of you are dressed up very nicely. he's wearing his blue suit and has his shirt buttoned down showing chest tattoo.

something about his tattoos drive you insane. you love them.

he introduces his family to yours

"i never knew you had a twin brothers." you say as your brother and his run off to the backyard.

"yeah they are a real pain in the ass"

"i know what that's like"

the two of you laugh

"this is a beautiful house you have jackie and you have 2 beautiful children as well" vinnies mom says to yours

"well thank you sandy im very blessed with what i have gotten in life, your 3 boys are such angels especially vinnie here. hes been very helpful today and i really appreciate it."

he smiles at your mom and then at you

"dinner was amazing, thank you for inviting us over and introducing us to your family, we are going to have a bbq here this weekend if you guys want to join." vinnies dad offers

"we will be there"

"awesome, well we best get going its late and we both have work in the morning, thank you again."

"yeah anytime! thank you guys for coming."

you say goodnight to vinnie and his family and head upstairs.

*BZZ*

New Message from Vinnie <3: you looked absolutely stunning tonight

To Vinnie <3: thank you vin, you looked very handsome tonight as well i must say, you look handsome every night tho.

From Vinnie <3: you're cute, goodnight luv sleep well :)

you set your phone down and smile. hes truly the best guy you have ever met.

#vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x you

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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Mark, this is how we broke up

idol!Mark Lee x reader // SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST (?) Summary: She taught him how to fuck but there’s so much more going on in their relationship. Word Count: 6k Warnings: Sex, Sex, Sex, actual sex and mentions of sex, filthy, mentions of rough sex, mentions of forced sex, emotionally unstable Mark, slightly addicted to sex, Mentions of other idols, mentions of birth control side effects, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex and protected sex, cursing, mature or at least trying to be Note: inspired by the recent breakup that I had. There’s no way that this ‘might’ be true. We all know Mark is a nice boy. If you’re not okay with any of the warning please click away.

“Ohh- Mark! Right there!”

“Right here? Hmm?” Mark puts more pressure on her clit and eventually pinches it to make her sensitive. Her legs closed and she received a juicy smack on her ass, “Why are you closing your legs? Don’t you like what I’m doing, huh?” his mouth is near her ear, every heavy breath, groan or moan from him goes directly to her ear and straight to her pussy.

With all the energy she still have, she praises Mark while he continues to fuck her senseless. Both of his hands are on the side of her head, having a full view of Mark’s ethereal visuals. Blonde sex hair flowing as he moves back and forth, his thin silver necklace dangling on his neck, his face completely contorted as he fucks her good.

Mark leans on her to suck on her boobs putting her completely on edge and is about to have a great orgasm. Mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, her hands raking Mark’s arms as she ask him to “please stop” but Mark will only stop when he wants to. Because of her high pitch moan and sharp exhales, Mark knew she had a great orgasm which feeds his pride more.

Gritting his teeth, he lifted his hips and gave her sharp quick thrusts while she’s still sensitive from her previous orgasms. “Hold on just a bit, I’m almost there” he whispers. He fucks the girl like he’s proving something, catching his own release and making the girl beneath him cry from over stimulation. He groaned a little too loud, but he doesn’t care. It’s his own damn apartment.

Removing his cock inside her throbbing hole, Mark rolls to the side and discarded the condom, throwing it to the trash near his bed. He watches the girl shiver beside him, closing her legs tight to ease the sensitivity. With one touch of Mark’s cold fingers on her shoulder, the girl let out a whine. “Relax, I’m just helping you calm down and cover your body” he said as he covers the girl with his thick blue sheets.

Head resting on the headboard with both of his hands pillowing his head, the room was cold and quiet as Mark lay beside her naked with a soft cock. “I’m a hooker but, you’re something- there’s something to the way you fuck” she started a conversation after calming down. “It’s getting late, I’ll call you a cab” he avoids the subject politely.

After the hooker left, Mark feels lonely again in his big apartment. Thinking about what the hooker told him earlier. It made him have flashbacks he didn’t want to have. He’s lonely enough right now, he can’t afford to think about you. But it’s too late. He’s now swimming to the happy memories he had with you, trying so hard not to think about how he ruined a once in a lifetime relationship and just focused on how your smile gives warmth to his heart.

“I miss you, y/n” he murmurs before he drifts into sleep, hoping to dream about you.

FOUR YEARS AGO

You’re starting your new life in Korea with a job at one of the country’s biggest company, SM Entertainment as part of NCT’s creative team specifically on fashion deparment. The job was stressful and tiring but theres nothing you could not handle, you love what you do. Working for NCT made you love the members like your own brother, all except for one member. Mark Lee.

It all started when you realised that Mark is not a boy anymore but a man who wants to gain experience with mature stuff. You and Mark eye each other during music video and vlog shoots and you both grew fondly, sneakily hold hands under the table during company dinners, texting and calling nonstop when you don’t see each other for weeks.

Mark has always been sweet to you and he’s not ashamed to show you how he feels. One time they used flowers as props for the shoot and Mark secretly put a flower near your stuff with a note, “You did well today.” He bought Starbucks drinks for all the staffs so he could give you your favorite drink freely and without hiding, “Noona, this is for you. Fighting for today.” Whenever other members are flirting with you, he will stop the members from bugging you and tell them, “Noona already has a boyfriend, don’t bother flirting” and it always makes you blush how Mark is so overprotective.

You and Mark became more than friends but less than lovers for almost half a year. And Mark’s constant want to make you feel love pushed him to ask you out officially. Taking you on private dates around Seoul, making time for you and letting the members and his manager know about your relationship.

Since you’re Mark’s first girlfriend, he’s not a perfect boyfriend. At least not yet. He always picks up a fight with you, decides recklessly when it comes to your relationship, and he’s moving so fast. “I’m just saying that if we start living together, we will fight less and we can have more time together” he said as he argues to you on the phone.

You don’t answer him because it’s useless, he will somehow get what he wants because he has the money, and you love him. Mark let out sharp exhale on the phone, “Okay I’m sorry. I’m being childish again. I’ll stop by at your apartment after dance practice. I love you”

He arrived at 11pm in your apartment with his manager. “Take care of him y/n, he has a headache. A bad one. Overworked I guess” his manager said before leaving you and Mark. Your boyfriend kiss you on the lips and greeted you, “Hi” weak and sleepy, Mark hugged you tight.

While watching him eat dinner he tells you everything about his day at work, how he’s preparing for three comebacks these past few months and he needs to finish writing four songs in two weeks. “Good thing I have you by the end of the day, right?” he said after finishing his meal. You hand him some painkillers for his headache, “Yes. Now, come to bed with me. No more working please, Mark. Even the best people in the world rest at night” realising that you’re right, he nods and let you take him to your bedroom.

“What will I do without you” he whispers to you before going to sleep with you.

The thing is, many people don’t know that Mark is actually vulnerable and emotionally unstable. Sometimes he’s not confident with his songs and he needs you to help him write because he only trusts what you say. If you say this phrase is good, or you honestly don’t like the words in this song he will take your word from it. That’s how much he depends on you. And sometimes, it puts you in a hard position because Mark is depending on you all the time is a heavy responsibility.

It’s like he really can’t get everything done without you or without your opinion. It’s not that he doesn’t trust the other members, it just so happens that your opinion matters above anything else.

Mark may be too sweet and gentle most of the time, but he’s horny for you. Really horny. Whenever you’re alone with him in your apartment he always initiates having sex and you always say no and he respects that. You’re definitely not a virgin anymore and you have way too much experience, but Mark doesn’t. It’s not a problem of course, but you just wan’t to take it slow. Wait for the perfect time to finally have sex.

Mark being the virgin in this relationship and the one who lacks experience, he tries so hard to ruin his innocence before the day you two finally have sex. Watching tons of porn and take notes to some stuff he can do with you, working out more so he can at least look good in bed.

Sure you’ve done other stuff together, from making out wherever and whenever to giving oral to each other in the morning or before you both go to sleep. Back when Mark saw you half naked in bed for the first time he didn’t know how to touch you, you used to teach him how to properly touch you in the way you like to be touched by your boyfriend. Now, he’s the one surprising you in bed whenever your legs are widely spread for him and his head is in between you eating your pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

After dating for nine months, Mark convinced you to live together as your birthday gift to him. “Please, you know how much I want live with you” he pout in front of you while you take his body measurements for a new stage costume. He worked hard last year and he bought himself his first own apartment and he told you he wanted to share it with you. How can you refuse that kind of offer when he’s trying so hard to be a part of your life, forever.

You moved in with Mark and you filled his apartment with happy memories, never ending laughter and giggles because he’s a funny guy. The kitchen became a learning place for him because you teach him how to cook almost everyday and he’s doing great. Peaceful mornings are both your favorite, it makes him feel like a normal person who cooks breakfast for you and waking up with his girlfriend in his arms is something not normal for an idol.

“This place is our safe place, only for us. No fan service for me, no boss for you to please. Just Mark and Y/n.”

Lately work is not giving you a hard time and so does Mark. You two always go home together, spend more time together, and finally had the perfect time to be more intimate. It’s been like this for almost a week already, It’s a Friday night and after having dinner and taking a warm bath before bed, you and Mark found each other in the middle of bed cuddling. Hands intertwined and legs all tangled up.

“What if I tell you, we could finally have sex tonight?” you asked him. Ruffling his damped hair from his hot shower.

“I’d say, ‘tsk. don’t tease me’” he said with a small smile in his face. His breath touches your cheeks because you’re too close with each other.

“No, seriously we can”

He pull away from your embrace, just a little to look at your face if you’re serious. “Scratch that, I’d say ‘what’s gotten into you?’” he dives in for a slow kiss, cupping your face with one hand while the other is still intertwined with yours.

Seeing you unbutton your sleepwear made him realise that you’re serious. He kissed you more and removes his shirt and sweat pants leaving him with only his boxer briefs. You on the other hand is exposed wearing only your white panties.

Feeling excited and a bit nervous, Mark slowly crawled in between your legs and he looks handsome than ever. It’s not your first time but you feel like a virgin again, that untouched seventeen year old. Mark smiled at you before he removes your panties, watching his own hands slide your underwear down.

He came close to you just beside your ear giggling like a little boy, “I’m nervous” he said and proceeds to kiss your neck. It seems like he knew exactly what he was doing, but you can’t blame him for being honest. “I’ll be vocal as possible” he hums in approval and continues to kiss every inch of your body.

He managed to remove his boxer briefs while licking your wet pussy, your eyes are closed and your hands are tugging his soft hair. Moaning his name whenever his tongue hits a good spot, putting more pressure and intensity bringing you to your first orgasm. Mark became really good at giving you oral you thought.

“I think you’re ready” he whispered as he grabs the condom on the drawer beside the bed. While you watch him roll the condom on his cock, your heart skipped a beat when he faced you and hold your legs open. The next thing you know, he’s slamming his dick in your pussy making you shout and jolt your hips beneath him, “Ah! Easy- baby, Im not going anywhere!”

The whole time you were having sex, he was not minding about your pleasure. He was so focused on his own sweet release and he can see that you’re not liking it but you let him continue.

Given that it’s Mark’s first time, the first round didn’t go well. “Do you want me to takeover?” you feel bad about it, but to be honest you wan’t Mark to never forget this night the night he losses his virginity. He hugs you tight while he’s on top of you feeling really ashamed of what he just did.

“There’s no need to feel shy baby. We have all night and a lot of days to have great sex. Come on, I’ll ride you” he’s still not moving and still hugging you tight, caressing your hair and enjoying your warm body beneath him.

“Okay baby, I need to breath. You’re heavy ugh-“ you tricked him and he didn’t have a choice but to pull away. You laughed and switched positions, putting your legs on both sides of his hips wetting his cock with you wet pussy. He felt your pussy raw for the first time and he loves it, holding your hips and as you slowly grind on top of him. “I got you” you leaned forward to give him a peck on on the lips.

His right arm swings to his head, as if he can’t believe what’s happening. Moaning your name so deliciously, “Oh, it feels good” he said with an airy tone. His mouth is open the whole time you were grinding on his cock, stopping himself from cumming too early. You grabbed a new condom on the drawer, and rolled it on his hard cock.

“Now put inside me” you said oh so sexily. With shaking hands, he lines his cock to your cunt and he watched how your pussy swallow his thick cock and let out a soft ‘fuck’ when it fully disappeared. You smile on top of him as you wait for yourself to get used from the stretch before moving. Both of your hands are on his chest as you watch him moan and move his head from side to side while you clench and unclench your pussy.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that” he voiced out, you only let out a small chuckle.

“Try to stop cumming so early and enjoy it, Mark” you finally move your hips, grinding slowly, fucking him like how he deserves to be fucked. Mark’s hands grips on your hips so tightly the whole time you were fucking him slowly, making sure he won’t forget this moment. He’s peeking from his lashes, trying to get a look at you while you fuck him for the first time in his life.

“I’m glad you’re my first fuck” he said, trying to smile at you with hooded eyes, head rolled back to the pillows on his head and looking so fucking hot as he enjoys the pleasure you’re giving right now.

When you’ve had enough of slow fucking him, you tighten you grip on his shoulder and doubled your pace. Making you both moan each other’s name, his cock is finally making you feel good. You feel Mark’s cock twitch inside you and leaned closer to him, kissing him passionately as you bring him to edge.

To your surprise he bit your lower lip when he finally reached his climax with mouth open, eyes closed and brows furrowed. You smiled beneath him as you watch him cum and shiver, his hands still gripping both of your ass cheeks.

As he slowly open his eyes, he gave you a sweet smile and his tight grip became soft touches around your back. You flop on top of him as he caress your hair again. “How’s that for our first time?” you asked him, still weak from his orgasm.

“I still feel bad because I can’t fuck you good though” he said, but he looks happy now. You switched positions again so he could have the honour of pulling out after having a mind blowing orgasm. Slowly pulling out his dick, Mark watched your pussy stretched while he pull out. Kissing it like it’s your lips and apologising for not making you cum using his dick, on your first night having sex.

“Thank you for this. I mean, I should be the one making it special for you. But I failed and like, I really feel bad about it but like, I don’t know. Somehow it went wrong” he pulls the thick sheets to cover your naked bodies and lay beside you. Keeping you close and admiring your beautiful face.

“It’s not like you didn’t tried making me feel good, baby. You made me feel good too, I wouldn’t be wet the entire time if-“ in the middle of your explanation he put a finger on your slit and checked if you’re telling the truth and if you’re still good to go for another round. “you startled me” you said, enjoying the way his fingers move slowly.

“Want to give me a second chance?”

Without hesitation, you nod your head and kissed Mark sloppily. Mark is a fast learner, you didn’t know but the whole time you were fucking him earlier he was observing how you want things. He found out that he should take things slow, entering your tight pussy and looking directly in your eyes this time, “Mark, how did you know I’m in love with your eyes? Ah! fuck!” his hips moves slow and it feels way better than the first and second time.

The third round made Mark a little confident on fucking you, he made you moan his name, grip his shoulder, close your eyes and open your mouth as you ask for more. He was asking you how can he make you feel better even though you’re already batshit losing your mind on how good he feels inside you.

‘How fast do you want me to go? Hmm?’ ‘Baby, can I bite your nipples?’ ‘Clench all you want baby, I won’t cum before you do I promise’ ‘Want me to kiss you here? Okay’

‘What? You want another round after this? Me too’

“I love you” he whispered while thrusting with a steady pace that you specifically asked. Kissing you while he wait for a response. He chuckled and felt proud when he saw you smile and out of words. Finally, he made you cum using his dick, with a little help of his fingers putting on your clit.

Feeling so accomplished before he finally sleep after using all five condoms that he have. He hugged you tight and whispered how in love he is with you but you’re already sleeping. Kissing you good night as you don’t know how happy Mark Lee is.

After that unforgettable night, you and Mark have sex almost everyday and just as you expected he became more confident in bed and even more sexier as each day passes. Sometimes he can be a little bit more filthier and rougher in bed, like that one time when he spits on your pussy, putting back your panties on and fucked you good wearing those ruined panties.

And that one time when he was so tired from practice, he fucked you really rough that night. Skipping foreplay and slamming his hard cock inside your dry pussy, “Mark! I’m not yet ready” you said as you try pushing his body away from you but he said, “I don’t care” in the most sexiest way ever and it turned you on. He apologised later after that night and he never did it again, because he knew it was wrong. But you said you liked it and it was pretty hot.

The members noticed Mark’s glow whenever you two had a great fuck from the night before and they always tease him for not being a baby anymore. His experience with sex made him write more songs about it. About you. Which the managers loved without a doubt and because of that Mark goes home to you every night with a big smile. Tired but happy.

You stopped using condoms when you finally took birth control shots. Having sex without a condom is new to Mark but this time, everything went well. You completely can’t get enough of each other, you passed out that night from too much fucking.

During his back to back to back comebacks and preparations with NCT 127 and SuperM, you both had busy schedules and stressful days because of work. And he comes home tired, sometimes frustrated and mad. You had sex more often because of stress and usually Mark is the one asking for it. Day and night, before you both leave for work and at night before you sleep.

If theres peace, chaos will somehow enter your lives. The side effects of the birth control shots was ten times harder than taking a normal birth control pill and it’s causing the fight in your relationship most of the time. Whenever Mark wants to have sex but you don’t because you don’t feel well due to the side effects, he sometimes make his way to you and convince you eventually. “You won’t move, I promise to do all the work” but the sex itself makes you sick even more.

You wanted to stop taking the birth control shot but Mark insist, telling you that it’s much safer than condoms. The thought of Mark getting you pregnant would brought chaos to the world, both of your careers would be ruined plus neither one of you is ready to be a parent. So you did it for Mark, you continued taking the birth control shot even though you really don’t want to.

He’s not always like this, he’s only an asshole whenever he’s really really stressed at work which happens thrice a week, and the fight will usually last a week long. This happened during the preparation for Kick It era and Punch era and SM were making you both work like crazy.

Sometimes Mark sleeps at the dorms after yelling at you and picking a fight with you, “I make time so we could spend quality time together but you always make me feel like shit by refusing to make love and spend time with me. I don’t get you anymore!”

And sometimes you force yourself to work overtime just so you could forget the fight and have a breather. “Stay mad all you want, I don’t care I have work to do”

Most of the time it’s always job over the relationship and you notice Mark’s slight addiction on having sex with you. Not that he became a sex addict, no. Maybe he’s just really stress and he depends to you a lot, that’s why.

Even though the red flags were all bright and waving, you just brush it off and still stay with Mark. But one time you tried telling it to him, and he didn’t take it well. Anger clouded his mind, “Just tell me to stop having sex with you and stop accusing me.” It hurts when Mark doesn’t listen to what you feel and seeing him leave for practice without even looking to you straight up makes your heart ache.

When you didn’t come home because of work one night and Mark stayed up late waiting for you, the thought of you not living with him anymore and you leaving him in general scared the shit out of him. He went back to SM building to apologise, only to find you sleeping soundly in a small couch, curled up to an uncomfortable position but you’re tired already.

“Baby” he woke you in the most quiet way possible not wanting your officemates to wake up and see him. Thankfully your sleep was not that deep and you heard Mark’s whispers, “Mark?” you whisper back.

“Come home, please?” you came home with him without hesitation, scared that the other employees might see him if he stayed longer in public with you.

Mark always find a way to talk it out and make amends. He will need you and you will always understand him and everything will be peaceful for a few days or if you get lucky, weeks. But life will always find a way to make you two fight and make up, and do it over and over again. Breaking up was never a solution, Mark knew that all too well. He can’t live without you.

Sex feels good again lately and you haven’t fought for over three weeks already. He’s been incredibly sweet and caring, taking you out on dates and helping you with work whenever he can. Honestly you’ve been pretty worried about him, he’s been having anxiety and worries about his songs lately. Even questioning his own profession, ‘What if being an idol is not for me? Like, what if I have a different calling that’s why I suck at what I do now?” Mark throwing you questions like this makes you love him harder. Pouring every support you can give to him and stretch your patience more for him. His mental health becomes more and more unstable and it went on like this for roughly half a year already.

The past few months were quiet as if peace has taken over your lives again. Mornings became more peaceful and Mark makes love with you instead of just having sex for the sake of stress release. Kick It and Punch were both successful, now you’re both enjoying your long awaited rest eating watermelons in bed. Even though you’re both aware about Mark’s unstable mental state, life can still be sweet and beautiful because of the love you share.

“I’d trade any moment for peaceful times like this with you” he said, “our second year anniversary is coming” he scrunched his nose in front of you while munching. “I have the best gift for you and you won’t guess it this time” he speaks proud and you smirk at him, feeling excited about it. “I don’t want anything in this world. Just never leave me” he added.

Rest days are always your favorite because you two can stay in bed the whole day, watch Netflix, sing in the shower together for almost two hours, dates around Seoul, shopping together, have lazy sex, have filthy sex. In other words, no calls from work or idol schedules for Mark.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” you giggle as you brush Mark’s hair away from his face. Feeling his soft skin against yours, touching his muscles while you come down from your high.

“Maybe” kiss, “what if I am?” kiss, “I miss having fun like this in bed with you” kiss. Mark is siting in bed with you on top of him, sitting on his lap. His head in resting on the head board, arms around your body. He has a full view of your boobs and your glowing face.

“You know I like seeing you cum on top of me” you hum in approval, “three more rounds? What do you say?” he waits for your answer, not forcing you this time. Making sure he won’t do what he did from the past that made you hate him and cry in bed. Mark almost lost you that night.

Of course you want three more rounds in bed with Mark. “That’s my girl” he licks the valley between your boobs, hugging you close as you use his cock inside you for your own sweet release. Arms around his neck, you push him closer to your chest as he bites your nipples and eventually sucking them. “Mark, that feels good” you moan to make sure he won’t stop doing what he’s doing.

“C-close, Mark I’m close”

He lowers your body as he takes over on thrusting in you on top of his lap. Gripping and tugging anything you could find in bed as he fucks you senseless making your boobs bounce in front of him, lust taking over him fully. “Fuuuck!” you screamed and quickly hugged him to stop, he got the message. Hands caressing your bare back as you shiver on top of Mark’s lap, legs weak as you flop back down to the mattress making Mark giggle and draw small circles on your nipple as he lays beside you. After two more rounds, you begged him for one more round and ride him good as a thank you for making you feel good the whole night.

“My stylist said I should go for a striking pink for SuperM comeback, I don’t know if that will suit me… Will it? Do you think I should go for it?” again with his dependancy to you.

Mark is at a hair salon with Taeyong getting their hair done and ready for SuperM comeback happening in less than a week. Hearing that he will have a striking pink hair made you stop what you’re doing and imagine what he would look like. “Are you sure this is not about loving watermelons?” He giggled through the phone, “No.”

When he came home with a striking pink hair, you laughed at him but deep inside he looks handsome. “Well, you look yummy” you kissed him and smelled his hair. He picked you up bridal style and ran to your shared bedroom and tickled you until you cry tears of joy.

Tomorrow is your second anniversary and you can’t spend it together because he’s busy with SuperM promotions. Mark is a simple man who likes simplicity and nothing too fancy in life so looking for a really good anniversary gift is challenge. But you can’t give up. You decided to buy him a new guitar, similar with the one has but somewhat better and different. Inside the guitar there’s a written simple message that he can read whenever he’s doubting again.

It’s already five in the morning and Mark will leave in fifteen minutes. When you open your eyes, you see a cute Mark Lee kissing you until you wake up. He smells clean, his fingertips are cold against your skin, “Happy anniversary. This is one out of two for my anniversary gift” he slips a silver ring on your left ring finger which perfectly fits.

“It’s a promise ring if you’re wondering. I promise to be a better boyfriend. And I saw your gift by the way. I love it. I can’t wait to use it and sing to you after promotions. Just hang in there okay? I love you”

You went got up and it’s surprisingly cold, still sleepy and tired from last night, you saw a bouquet of flowers on top of the coffee table and a paper that contains Girls Generation’s members signature. Complete and framed. It made you happy and laugh because he used his idol card again just to make you smile over the silliest things.

The SuperM promotions was longer than expected but Mark is having a great time with his Hyungs. While Mark is away you’re work keeps on piling up because the company transferred you from NCT to Red Velvet, which you enjoyed because now you’re making costumes for girls.

You and Mark focused on work and it didn’t made you feel angry in fact, you think that Mark being away can make you focus better at work. You realised that you’re better off away from each other. As days and weeks go by, you think about moving out of Mark’s apartment. But he wouldn’t let you do it so you think of another plan.

Mark has been calling you for days already and you only answer just for the sake of telling him that you’re fine. From there on Mark sensed something wrong and the feeling doesn’t sit well on him. Being far from you makes him overthink stuff and imagine things that has the worst case scenario. Like you, getting tired of him because he’s emotionally unstable.

It’s almost midnight and you were just finishing work when Mark came out of nowhere and surprised you. “Surprise! I’m home! Oh, I’ve missed you so much” he said and showered your cheeks with kisses his hug getting tighter and tighter.

You irritatedly pushed him away.

“Okay- that’s new” he let out a sigh, “What did I do now?”

You crossed your arms and lean on the wall, you don’t know how to say it but you’ve made up your mind. You’re going to leave him. “I’m breaking up with you” He stopped listening after you said it.

“It’s funny how I saw this coming but still I had faith with you! I had faith with you that you will not chose to leave me, but fuck-“ he punched the wall, completely hurting his hand you wanted to come to him so bad and made him stop hurting himself but you can’t. To be honest his ears rang, he was light headed and he feel like throwing up. Tiredness and breakup in the middle of the night is not a good mixture.

“Don’t get me wrong please, I don’t hate you. I want to fix this baby, I tried thinking about about solutions and guess what we already tried everything and were still a mess. It bothers me. Knowing that we all have these problems all along and ignoring it over and over again- it’s bothering me baby. We can’t fix it, we can’t fix us”

Admitting that fighting for the relationship made you tired, is a hard pill to swallow. And it hurts because choosing to love yourself this time will hurt him. His emotional dependancy, the sex, and now you don’t know if you want the same things in life anymore.

You wanted to choose yourself this time and do what’s best for you. Because in the past two years, you’ve doing everything what’s best for Mark and Mark only because that’s how you love him. And leaving him is how you can love yourself.

“A week” he blurted out while you were in the moment of pouring out all your concerns. “A week off baby, let’s give each other some space” he kissed your forehead and left you. After what happened he figured, for sure you don’t want to sleep on the same bed with him.

The space that Mark asked for just made him missed you, it made him realised how he’s been taking your patience for granted and how he’s using every part of your being for his own good. He wanted to fix that. He wanted to fix it so badly.

Looking back over the years, he remembered how you didn’t want to live together but he made you because it’s his birthday wish. ‘Mark how can you ask something like that?’ he told himself, hating himself more.

He remembered how you didn’t want to take birth control shots anymore because you’re having side effects already. And instead of being concerned he got mad at you. Mark told the story to Johnny and he just gave him a ’Tsk. I’m very disappointed’

While forcing himself to write lyrics with Taeyong on a Monday night, he kept on telling Taeyong that he needs your opinion first about the first words that he wrote already. Mark got an earful from Taeyong, ‘you shouldn’t depend on her always! You don’t how heavy it might be for her! Tsk. Do you think she knows anything about what we do here? She has her own profession! She studied years and years for it, how can you do this to her?’ of course Taeyong is always right.

On Wednesday night, you broke up officially with Mark.

“I think we should continue living separately from now on, Mark” you removed the promise ring that he gave you and put it in front of him. He was quiet the whole time, but he understands, blaming himself of course. He understands that now it’s all about you.

“They say if you love someone and they need you don’t leave them, and we hear those words in dramas. But Mark, this isn’t fantasy this is reality that’s really heavy for me. We ignored all the red flags and I think it’s time to let go now”

During your move out, he didn’t showed up and helped you. It’s okay, you thought. You hurt him and he needs time to heal. Clearing your stuff felt like freedom and you thought it was cruel. Cruel for Mark. You feel bad because breaking up really made you feel better.

Looking at the pictures around the apartment, made you feel sad, yes. But leaving it behind and putting them down one by one made you feel free. And again you think it’s cruel because Mark don’t feel the same way, he clearly wanted push through the relationship and you clearly don’t want that.

All the more reason to break up. You don’t want the same things anymore.

Because you did great with NCT and Red Velvet, another great opportunity knocked on your door. A job in Paris. You considered not taking it because of Mark, then you remember that you two have broken up.

He came to your apartment a week after the break up, begging you to come back in his life. “I heard you left SM, baby is it because of me?” you gave him a glass of water and sat beside him, it’s been a week but he already looked like shit. Dark under eyes and no happiness in his eyes.

“Listen to me,” you reached for his hand, “It’s not because of you. I’m finally choosing me. I’m doing what’s best for me and my career. It has nothing to do with you Mark”

He went on and on again about coming back to his life, telling you promises that you know he can keep, but you don’t want to be part of it anymore. “I Promise, I will someday be okay emotionally, I want you to be beside me when that happens. I think breaking up isn’t the solution baby, do you remember how great we are together? We can fix this, we can try and then if it doesn’t work i’ll leave. I’ll never bother you again”

“How can you say breaking up is not the right thing to do now? Mark I’ve honestly never been more peaceful these past few days”

Mark didn’t need to hear other things. What you said made him realised that he used up every chance he could make up with you. He left without saying a word, keeping the pain to himself the whole drive back to the dorms. “Dude, it’s going to be okay. Were here.” Johnny, Hyuck, Taeyong and Jaehyun all listened to him cry at the car not talking to anyone of them.

PRESENT DAY. FOUR YEARS AFTER

Mark still loves you.

................................................. Masterlist

inspired by the recent breakup that I had, please don’t steal my feelings huhu. Enjoy, and thank you so much for reading!

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inmyownlaine · 4 years

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John Murphy Tooth Rotting Fluff *Requested*

GIF// MOOD MUSIC 1// MOOD MUSIC 2

Warnings: A little cussing, slow burn fluff (so take that as you will)

Word Count: 1911

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“You’re not allowed to be here,” you told Murphy in a sing-song voice.

“Okay, come on. You’re not even facing me. How could you possibly know I walked in?”

You shrugged your shoulders, placing a vial of medicine on the shelf. You picked up the clipboard and made a tally mark by the name of the serum. Inventory was the least exciting part of your job. Therefore, having frequent breaks to talk to Murphy was a must. He was the only thing keeping you sane.

“Probably because you breathe like a wild boar.”

“I’m not that loud,” he protested. You chuckled as he intentionally made his voice much quieter than it usually was. “What are you doing here, anyway? Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“It’s like- eight o’clock, Murphy. I’m not seventy years old,” you replied sarcastically. “And besides, Abby asked me to do this.”

“You want to know what I think about that?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you placed another tally mark by the same serum. You turned around to meet Murphy; one hand placed on your hip, the other still holding the clipboard.

“Please, oh wise one. Grace me with your wisdom.”

Murphy smirked at this, raising one eyebrow before speaking. He stepped closer to you, his lips inches from your ear. Murphy wasn’t usually one to be quiet, so you figured this had to be good.

“Abby can go fuck herself.”

“John!” you exclaimed, pushing his chest in order to get him away. He had said a lot of controversial things, but this by far was one of the worst. Abby dedicated her life to saving people and taking care of them. How could he be so hostile to someone who genuinely wanted to make a difference on the Ground?

“What? If she wants this done so badly she can do it herself. I don’t see her in here working overtime.”

“That’s because she’s been answering emergency calls! You know? The actual life-saving part. She doesn’t have time to mess around with the inventory.”

“Every job is important, Y/N. Doesn’t matter how small you think it is,” he pointed out. You nodded your head slowly, having to agree with him. Without the inventory count, Abby wouldn’t know how many people she could save, what she needed to use sparingly, and what she needed to request. Every second that goes by in a threatening situation matters. Not having the medication when needed could be the difference between another day or the end of one.

Murphy strutted towards Abby’s desk, being particularly light on the balls of his feet. He swung his arms around haphazardly, exuding confidence about an action so menial. You let him behave this way. You knew the man inside of that body was not nearly as self assured as he led others to believe.

He grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and made his way back to you. You gave him a questioning look, squinting your eyes as you noticed he had picked up an inventory sheet. “If I’m going to be here I might as well be useful.”

You mentally agreed with him and went back to work. With the two of you combined, you finished the job in double the time. You were extremely grateful for this and for Murphy’s selflessness. It was one of his best traits that was often overlooked. He took care of the people he loved, almost to a fault. You knew you could depend on him for anything.

When you counted the last bit of inventory for Abby, you took the sheets and placed them back on her desk. Murphy waited for you by the door, curling his lips inward and making popping noises.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you teased, heading his way.

“Yeah. Put the papers down and let’s go.”

“Alright, alright! No more work for tonight, I promise. No papers, no talk, no nothing. Just you and me.”

“Just what I wanted to hear,” he said as the two of you headed towards the bonfire.

“By the way,” you started, “I appreciate you walking me back to my room, but maybe we should...Not do that.”

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Well, it’s just- when you come over- my mom asks about you. Every time.” You couldn’t bear to get the words out. Having to have this conversation with your mother was embarrassing enough. Now you had to relay it back to your ex-boyfriend.

“Of course she did. I’m a ray of sunshine.”

“You’re a real pain in the ass,” you corrected, not letting his sarcastic comment go by unnoticed. Murphy snickered at this and ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up and letting it fall into an unmanageable mop. He was still a straight ten with every piece of hair sticking out a different way.

“What did you tell her?”

“I don’t know,” you responded shyly. “I guess I just said that we’re trying to work things out. Make sure that we’re going the right way. Trying not to fall back into old habits.”

“And what did she say?” he said, pressing for more information.

“A lot of things. Mainly that she misses you. And she misses who I was with you. Something about me being sad and stuff. I don’t know,” you repeated, your vocabulary shrinking by the second. This is why you hated being nervous.

“Why did we break up?” Murphy eventually asked after a beat of silence. The question almost stopped you dead in your tracks. Ever since you and Murphy decided to patch things up, you hadn’t come to terms with the falling out. You focused more on the future and growing as a couple. You both tried to act like it didn’t happen, that it didn’t affect you. Now was as good of a time as any to address the problem.

You opened your mouth to talk, but Murphy unknowingly interrupted you. “I mean, I know you said that you just needed space and we were going too fast but- what exactly did that mean? I- I kind of made some guesses and have tried to fix us from there but- but I would still like to know.”

Murphy began to trail off, kicking at the dirt as you kept walking. This part of Murphy was completely new to you. He was fumbling over his words, behaving as if he was bashful about the subject as well. You found it oddly comforting and incredibly adorable.

“It just wasn’t the right time for our relationship,” you told him truthfully. “We started becoming different people and needed time to individually grow. We were going into things without thinking about it and then we were fighting all the time and putting bandages over gaping wounds. We needed time to mature.”

Murphy nodded as if he understood. “Well the fighting bit, that was all you.”

Your mouth fell open as you scoffed, pushing him yet again. That was something you had always done to Murphy, regardless of your relationship status. He just seemed to deserve it. “Yeah, right! You can never let anything go, Mr. I’m-done-with-this-conversation-but-I’m-going-to-mumble-about-it-for-twenty-

more-minutes.”

“Details,” he commented, waving his hand in the air as if to swat the subject away. “I’m better at that, though. Right?”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together. He didn’t hesitate. In fact, he acted like you two had never stopped holding hands in the first place.

The rest of the walk was silent as you both took time to indulge in each other’s presence. You had missed Murphy. It was only when you were sent to the Ground that you started to reconnect. Prior to that, you avoided each other at all costs. Seeing him was painful and humiliating. Talking to him was even worse.

Murphy stopped a few feet away from your door. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it and forcing a tiny smile. He nodded towards you and went to turn around. You stuck out your arm to stop him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my room,” he responded as if it were obvious.

“Without saying goodnight?”

“I just thought- with your mom and everything-” he tried to explain.

“Well, yeah. But that doesn’t mean leave without saying anything.”

Murphy chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “Can I say a little more than goodnight?” You squinted your eyes out of curiosity but said nothing. Murphy took that as a cue to continue.

“I love you,” he said aloud, “and I know there was a time when I said that and it didn’t mean a whole lot. Maybe it still doesn’t. I don’t know.”

He paused for a moment, eyes searching for the words he couldn’t say. Even as his breathing became labored and his eyes turned blood red, he managed to choke out, “I don’t think anyone has ever loved me. I don’t even love myself. But when I look at you, I- I see everything I want to be. You touch me- and I forget everything that I was. And when you say my name- you say it with purpose. Like- I can one day clear it. Like my name- is finally important to someone. Like it doesn’t have to hurt to be Murphy. If that isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.”

“John,” you whispered, placing your hand over his heart. It was beating rapidly against your palm, much like the constant lurching in your stomach. But as soon as it happened, he took your hands gently in his own. On the tips of your fingers he placed a soft kiss. Your knees buckled and you found yourself leaning on Murphy for strength.

“You don’t have to say anything. Don’t feel like you have to.”

“I love you, too,” you told him quickly.

Murphy let out a breath of relief before leaning down to kiss you. It was something that you had missed but didn’t even notice until now. The way his lips melded perfectly into yours. How delicately he pressed them together, contrasting the abrasive man he wanted everyone to think he was. And the warmth you felt that never ceased to ignite your entire body. You had deprived yourself of this for years.

What were you thinking?

Murphy pulled away from you with a large smile on his face. You couldn’t hide your embarrassment as you put your head down, grinning yourself. Murphy cleared his throat in an attempt to act normal.

“Well- uh- I guess I’ll see you-”

“Tomorrow morning!” a voice interrupted. Your face turned pale as you saw a silhouette standing in front of the main door. You covered your face as Murphy waved to your mother, seeming to be very pleased with himself.

“I’ll be here.”

“Oh, I know,” she replied with a smirk.

“Mom!” you exclaimed.

“Fine, fine. I’ll leave you alone. Ten minutes, then back inside.”

“Yeah, got it. Thanks,” you replied sheepishly.

“Goodnight, John.”

“Goodnight, Ms. Y/L/N.”

With that, your mother went back inside, closing the door behind her. You could have curled up and died on the spot. That soon faded as you heard a soft squeal escape Murphy’s lips. He was never good at holding back his laughter.

“Just like old times, huh?” he asked, amused.

“Just like them,” you said with a smile, “except this time, a lot better.”

**Wow, it has been a while! This was per request, I mixed it with an idea I was already toying around with: your mom keeps asking about Murphy. I thought it would be fun to mash these two together! I hope that everyone is staying safe during these unfortunate times. I’m always here if anyone needs anything!

The mood music is really there just to put you in my mindset and what I was listening to when I wrote this. Of course, completely optional. Just think it’s a fun little tidbit to add!

All my love

Lainey

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs “Christmas.”

wrote this based on a request for fluff, so I have delivered the fluff. There is a certain group of you who will probably be a little bit made at me when you finish :)

But here is the token Christmas episode, and I hope you all like it

“Alright, try it now.”

“But Commander, I'll have to pull power from the reactor core.”

“I said do it airmen, did it sound like a question?”

“Yes, sir.”

A sudden eruption of lights exploded about the mess hall, and down the hallways of the ship, thousands of tiny twinkling lights. Krill, having been walking to speak with the Commander paused at the entrance to the room and spun around in wonder. Lines upon lines of lights had appeared out of nowhere to be projected around the walls of the room and down the hallways of the ship. They weren’t bright or anything, instead an almost delicate yellow in color gently twinkling like the light of distant stars.

“Get those overhead lights off,”

With a loud thud, the lights switched off, casting the room into the warm ambient glow of those thousand twinkling lights. He spun in a circle staring up at the ceiling, shocked to find a mosaic of falling snowflakes, which faded and vanished before hitting the floor,

“Give me more fall-off on that snow airman. Tomorrow better be magical or someone is getting their ass fired.”

He turned his head again eyes widening in geater wonder as they fell on the center of the room. The flickering, projected hologram of a massive tree. It was one of those furry looking earth plants that could reach higher than thirty feet tall, though this one only nearly brushed the ceiling. It stood in the middle of the room decorated by hundreds more twinkling lights, yards of red ribbon and shiny glass balls. Atop the tree, there was projected the human caricature of a star glittering with firelight.

Tongues of phantom fire licked against the far wall, under a mantle of stone and brick.

Krill turned in another wide circle as the strange lights flickered around him, reminding him strangely of the space walk he had gone on with the commander so long ago, stepping out into the darkness surrounded by stars, alone in the vastness of space, but where that had been cold and distant, this was a close warmness that filled him up from the inside and made him feel oddly warm.

Soft footsteps behind him and then a pause.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“What is it?’

“Realistically, more than four thousand years of pagan-christian and corporate tradition.” Krill looked up to find the array of glittering lights reflected against the human’s bright green iris. His voice grew soft, though it stayed warm, “More romanticized…. This is…. Home. This is childhood and imagination, and family wrapped in a box and tied with a bow. This is being warm when its cold and loved when you’re alone. This is comfort on the edges of space when earth is a trillion lightyears away and you may never go back.”

“Feeling a bit poetic today I see?’

The Commander shrugged, “Maybe a little…. Kind of homesick too.” he sighed, “This is the first year I won’t be celebrating Christmas with my family.”

“Christmas?”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly sure what it meant to other people, but when I was a kid, it was mostly just a day to celebrate our family…. Mom loves Christmas, she goes all out every year, even when things were tight…. She always managed to make things special. One year dad snuck out in the middle of the night and left reindeer tracks in the snow to convince us they had been there.”

“Er, Reindeer?”

“Ah, never mind. I’ll tell you about it later. Important thing is getting everything ready for tonight. If you want to see the real magic.”

Krill stared at the commander as he walked away not entirely sure what the hell that was supposed to mean. He was trailed by a rather grumpy looking Glados. In the past few months the adaptid had grown to the size of a medium sized dog, and the Commander was, more and more, forcing her to walk on her own, Which she didn’t much like.

Krill glanced around at the lights one last time before returning down the hall and towards the medical bay. All across the ship crew members were busy putting up decorations, stringing strange fluffy streamers over the exposed piping.

One crew-member, in a red and a green hat with a bell on top was hanging strange plants from the tops of doorways. He looked on in confusion before stepping into the medical bay greeted by Dr. Katie, who was wearing a red and white dress with a matching hat and striped leggings. She looked like a peppermint stick...

“Good evening krlll, are you ready for christmas?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Other than it's some sort of human holiday.”

“Yeah, it’s the one day of year where people get together and give each other gifts and stuff. To some people it means different things, simply a family day or to celebrate religious figures. Just sort of depends. Some people don’t celebrate it at all, but the Commander seems pretty big on christmas, so why not.”

“Why are you dressed up like that?”

She winked at him, “Because I’m an elf silly.”

“You know this is almost the first time in half a year in which I have no understood a single word coming out of your mouth. She simply winked and continued on her way whistling happily.”

Of course the night came, and out of Character Dr. katie curled up on one of the hospital beds and fell asleep leaving Krill alone in the half darkness. He spent the rest of his time on the internet looking up information on the so-called holiday. What he found was a tangled mess of pagan-cristian-and corporate traditions just like the Commander had suggested. A lot to do with saints and demons and more information than he was willing to read all the way through at this moment. He wasn’t a xeno historian after all.

The night wore on, and he sensed a strange stillness in the air around him caused by the ambient light leaking in from the hallway, warm and fiery.

It was close to two in the morning when a knock came on the door to the medical bay. Dr. Katie stirred and sat up adjusting her dress as she ran over motioning Krill after her. Curiously he followed after her, stepping into the hall to find….. More than a strange sight. There was Conn, draped all over in glittering tinsel to add to his flowing ribbons. A couple other humans were dressed in the strange red and green costumes with pointy hats and bells on their shoes. Waffles, the dog, was sitting just before the door wearing a fake pair of antlers, her tongue lolling happily from one side of her mouth. Sitting with her were the three adaptids in similar states of dress glados looking cowed but a little more than miffed to be there. Both of them were covered in bells as well, and all of that strangeness arrayed around the weirdest thing of all, a very large fat man in a blindingly red suit, and big white beard.

He moved forward ad Dr. Katie hopped over to join the strange party grinning and giggling as she patted waffle’s head. The dog licked her hand, “You make such adorable reindeer.” She reached down to pat Glados next, and the adaptid sulked, but didn’t try to bite her as she might have done with someone else.

“HO HO HO, Merry Christmas!” Said the big fat man, and looking up into his eyes, Krill suddenly grew very suspicious. He had only ever seen a shade of green like that on one human.

“What the hell have you done to yourself.” he demanded.

Adam raised an eyebrow, though most of his face was covered by a beard, “I have no idea what you’re on about.”

Krill was horrified, “Look at you…. How…. how do you gain that much weight in such a short amount of time. Are you mad? Are you ok? Are you going to die of a heart attack in the next fifteen minutes because something tells me this can’t be healthy.” He glared at the human, “When were you going to tell me that humans could just spontaneously gain an enormous amount of weight. Whatever this is, it is an immediate medical emergency. Plus the beard, some serious hormonal dis-regulation I can’t even begin to imagine what sort of-”

“KRILL! Its a suit, a costume, I didn’t just spontaneously gain weight.” The human adjusted his beard voice sounding more normal now that he wasn’t trying to make it deeper, “I’m Santa Claus?

“And who is that supposed to be?”

“Well, he is the physical embodiment of the spirit of Christmas. Legend says, he lives at the north pole, and works with the elves making toys all year round. He keeps to lists, and on one list appears the name of all the well behaved children, and on the other list appears the names of the naughty children, he will check both lists twice, and there is no point trying to trick him because he sees everything. And then on the night of Christmas, he gathers all the presents into the back of his sleigh, which is pulled by nine magical flying reindeer. Then, he takes all night to to fly all around the world delivering presents to kids. Most of the time he comes down the chimney, if you have one. He will fill stockings (socks) hung over the fireplace with small toys and then put the big presents under the Christmas tree. If you were a bad kid than he wouldn’t leave a present, but a lump of coal instead. Generally it is recommended that one leaves some cookies and a glass of milk out as a thank you, oh, and carrots for the reindeer.”

….

There was silence for a long moment, “What in the name of beelzebub's balls kind of story is that.”

Even through the beard he could tell that Adam was frowning, “Stop being such a Grinch. It’s a great story, to help kids behave, and keep the magic alive for a little while before you become and old cantankerous adult that doesn’t believe in anyone or anything anymore.”

“And what is a grinch.”

“A grinch is an angry green person who hates to see other people happy….. Arguably they also hate corporate Christmas, but I digress. Scrooge is also someone who doesn't get the point of Christmas, and both are definitely insults, now come on. You are joining me and my elves while we go deliver presents.”

Before he could protest, he was presented with pointy hat with a bell on it, and forced to follow as they wandered silently off down the halls.

Adam pulled out a clipboard, “Alright everyone, our list here says that approximately 85% of the crew celebrates Christmas, but we will still be delivering presents to everyone because we are nice and that is what we do. Nobody is expected to join in tomorrow but everyone is invited because we aren't trash humans.” Glados and Waffles walked at his heels as the rest of the humans followed behind lugging large bags over their shoulders, “Alright Katie, you’re with me in filling the stockings, the rest of you are charged with leaving a trail to the mess hall where the actual presents will be, one for everyone at least, no one is left out. Corporal, you get the people who don’t celebrate Christmas, and just leave the gifts outside their doors. Make sure to leave the notes for them as well so they know they are invited if they want to come.”

“Yes s…. Ur Mr. Claus?”

“Damn Straight.”

“What about the Drev?”

“I am including them in the list of people who celebrate simply because I want them to have the experience once before they decide whether they like it or not. Everyone should get the chance to at least choose.”

It too nearly the next few hours to get things done. Krill Accompanied the Commander, Conn, waffles, and the Adaptids as they jingled quietly up the halls slipping into rooms where crew members had been instructed to leave socks hanging from their bed frames.

On more than one occasion Krill watched as a very confused human, light sleeper, sat up and watched blearily as they exited the room with a confused look on their faces. Some seeming even amused. The heavier sleepers didn’t notice a thing.

They reached the Drev and Marine quarters at some point towards the end of the night, making it through one relatively quickly, but just as he was about to step into the last room, Glados growled and snapped at his boot.

Commander…. Santa? Looked down and harrumphed, “Someone here is going on the naughty list.” Katie and Krill leaned forward as a light shined down on the delicate silver trip wire cut across the door.

Katie snorted, “Coal.”

Quietly, he stepped over the line and into the room Glados leaping behind him. “Alright which one of the naughty children is trying to capture St. Nick?”

Krill turned on his thermal vision and could see the vast majority of the marines were not sleeping.”

He turned to look over at Krill and Conn, who motioned in the direction of one of the beds. He walked quietly over leaning next to the ear of the ‘supposedly” Sleeping marine, “I see you when you’re sleeping Ramiez .”

There was an eruption of uncontained giggling around the room, which was rather strange coming from the large, muscular humans.

“Oh…. kinky.” A muffled voice whispered from somewhere.

More giggling.

“Is that you Santa?”

“Guess who's getting coal for Christmas.”

He turned towards the door.

“Wait, wait, Santa, wait! I have a question. “

He paused in the doorway raising his eyebrows at the marines who were sitting up, “What?”

“How did you get here without reindeer?”

He wagged a finger at them, “Very carefully. You better thank my elves, they had to get degrees in engineering, physics and rocket science to get me here. And what is worse, my Star-sleigh was pulled by a bunch of snarky starborn led by that one.” He pointed towards Conn, “he almost guided us into a black hole, so you better be nice and leave me out some cookies next year.”

He stepped over the tripwire and back out into the hallway allowing the door to shut closed behind them.

Outside there was a trail of tinsel and strange footprints leading away from the doors and down the halls. He left the bag just outside the door with the rest of the stocking stuffers in it, not ever having intended to leave the marines with just coal.

They took one last jingling run up and down the halls for effect before retreating to the mess hall where they promptly passed out on bean bags by the holographic tree in front of the holographic fire.

Glados crawled up onto the fake belly and curled up there glowering at anyone who got to close. Waffles and the other adaptids curled up just to the side.

***

Sunny woke up early the next morning thinking how odd it was, that strange tinkling sound in the middle of the night. She sat up looking over at the sock she had been asked to place in her room. She had been forced to borrow it from someone considering she didn’t wear socks, and was surprised to find something sticking out of it.

She wandered over and tipped the contents into her hands surprised to find an earth flower, and some miscellaneous items of use for her work down in engineering.

Curiously, she opened the door into the hallway idly munching on the flower, and found a trail leading from her door and down the hall. The scene surprised her, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to think. It clearly had the intention of being followed, and curious, she followed finishing off the flower as she came around the corner dropping the stem in surprise when she saw the room before her.

Hundreds of holographic lights, a tree, fire, piles of blankets and beanbags and lounging humans half asleep. Conn was floating up near the ceiling trailing tinsel. Krill was hovering beside the tree looking more than a little confused. Dr. Katie was moving wrapped gifts below the tree dressed like a peppermint stick.

Adam….. Well Adam was peeling off a suit that added about two hundred pounds to his frame. It seemed as if there had also been a fake beard and massive coat, as far as she could see. Took him a few seconds to wriggle out of the boots and oversized pants dumping them on a chair close by leaving him in a white shirt and military issue olive green pants.

He looked up from where he had dumped his costume and grinned at her.

She walked closer.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Erm…. Merry Christmas?.... What’s a Christmas.”

“Apparently it’s a human holiday perpetrated on the idea that a magical fat man in a red suit, flies around the world on a magical sleigh pulled by magical non-flying flying mammal to deliver presents to children who were good…. Oh also he watches you when you sleep.” Sunny stared at Krill in confusion.

Overhead Conn was mimicking voiceless laughter.

“Don’t mind him, he's being a little grinch as usual. Come on, we’re just waiting to give people time to show up, and then we are gonna open presents.”

“How did you manage to get something for everyone?

“Well I asked for help number one, but number two, what else am I supposed to do with my money. I mean I have a place to live, a place to sleep, entertainment, food, anything a guy could as for, so I just threw a paycheck or two at it. Otherwise its just sitting in my bank account collecting dust until I can find something dumb and nerdy to spend it on…. I thought…. Well I thought this would mean more than getting myself a light-saber or something.”

She stared at him for a long moment, “You are such a…. Sap.”

He smiled, “Maybe a little. I mean it's not much, anyway, but it made me feel good.”

She paused, tilted her head, and then hugged him. He seemed a little surprised one eye peering up at her from a four- arm embrace. He didn’t say anything until she let him go and he stepped back to look at her, “What was that for?”

“You…. well. You… deserve it. And I don’t think you get reminded enough.”

She thought she saw a little bit of red creeping up his neck and he looked down at his feet, waving it off, “Nah, if you knew what went on inside my head, you wouldn’t say that.”

She decided not to argue with him, humans were horrible with accepting compliments sometimes. Instead she found herself sharing music with him as they lay on one of the beanbags waiting for the others to arrive.

He had his eyes closed appearing as if he was sleeping through she knew he probably wasn't . At some point he adjusted himself so that his head was resting on one of her arms, using her like a pillow. A few more people started to trickle in, including the marines, one of which, Ramirez, was wearing bright red footie pajamas and walked over to claim a bean bag just to the wide.

Adam opened an eye and looked over at him, “What the hell are you wearing.”

“My footie pajamas.”

“Yeah I got that…..”

“Don’t diss the footies..”

“ Yeah sure, anyway what would have happened if I stepped on the trip-wire?” Sunny lifted her head at the mention of a trip wire.

Ramirez grinned, “it would have been pretty glorious, that’s what, but guess you will never know.”

“Rude.”

A few of the other marines wandered in blearily, CJ, Davis, and maverick who took a seat cross-legged on the floor her short blond hair sticking up in all directions like the open wings of a bird.

Finally The commander determined it was time and began handing out the presents, first to the more introverted people, who he figured could take their present and head off if they really wanted. A few of the non-Christmas-people showed up just to hang out causing a sort of slow trickle in and out of the room almost constantly.

Krill and Conn were both presented with gifts, Krill who just happened to get a little cube that was advertised as holding about a million different puzzles of all different types and at varying levels He seemed pleased, though he insisted on his patrol through the room to make sure the humans weren’t doing anything stupid.

Conn was presented with some sort of hand-held gaming system, actually relatively cheap compared to what they used to be.

He loved it.

ANd based on Commander Vir’s smug expression, he had done it on purpose, probably to keep the starborn out of his head.

Sunny was standing at the back of the room watching the humans rather fondly, as well as the other Drev, who seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as the humans. Her brother and Maverick were causing trouble across the room and nearly giving krill a conniption. Watching all of this, she still noticed Adam approaching from the side holding one last box.

He held it up, “One more present left.”

She turned to face him, “For you.”

He held it out, “Well you, obviously….. I sort of waited till last because…. Well you technically got more than everyone else. My Mom sent a few things up, and I just added her gift to mine.”

Sunny took the box and looked up in surprise, “Your mom…. But she…. She hates me.”

A small smile, “I think she's come around. It’s just taken her a while. I think this is supposed to be an apology. It's pretty cute, I think you should wear it.”

Out of curiosity, she opened the box and looked inside to find a piece of fabric neatly folded on top. With her upper hands she reached to unfold it, whatever it was it was made out of very warm material, “What is it?”

“I guess it's called a cowl. She thought it would be something she could make that wouldn't get in the way of you wearing armor, and, since you guys sometimes wear capes, it would also go with that. Here try it on.” He took it from her hands standing on his tip-toes to pull it over her head and shoulders. Turned out it was pretty much just a hood, unattached to anything and that really only covered the head and shoulders.

She peered out form inside, to see him grinning.

It was a funny picture, though she could see out, really the only think everyone else saw was the end of her snout/beak peeping out from under the hood. She lifted her head, and the hood fell a little further over her eyes.

He laughed, and helped her pull it back a bit, “She thought since you guys are more… warm weather creatures, that you could probably use one of these on our expeditions.”

“You should tell her thanks, from me.”

“I will.”

She looked back down inside the box and was surprised to find it was full of different kinds of flowers. She looked back up at him in surprise, “How did you get these out here.”

“Wasn’t easy, tell you that.”

She leaned down snapping one of them up rewarded with a very light fragrant flavor. It was pretty nice, but then she looked back at Adam to see him smiling nearly dropping the box when she realized, “You! Where is your present. Didn’t you get anything?”

He just broke into a smile, “Sunny, I’m friends with like seven different kinds of aliens, I Command an entire FLEET of spaceships, and have like 300+ friends. I got my childhood dream, so what else do I need?”

She paused sure he was right, but also feeling bad.

They stood there together, looking out at the room when Ramirez glided past still in his footie pajamas. As he did his eyes widened a bit and he paused a slow grin spreading over his face. Adam gave him a very confused expression, but Ramirez just shook his head and pointed up before gliding away.

In confusion both Sunny and Adam looked up.

Sunny tilted her head.

“What is that?”

She turned her head down to look at Adam and found the man’s skin changing color again. “Er….. it’s…. That appears to be…. mistletoe .”

She lifted her head again to stare at the strange plant, “Oh….. like in that Christmas movie….”

“Yeah…. Like in that…. Christmas movie.”

“Oh.”

They both looked down at about the same time. The way the Christmas lights interacted with the UV patterns on his skin, turned the usually blue, turquoise pattern on his skin almost electric lightning blue. The green in his eyes was more potent with the way the light refracted in them. Little twinkling lights danced over the polished surface of her bright-blue carapace.

He didn’t look away.

Neither did she.

And then a small brown shape came screaming from nowhere cutting between them. They both stepped back in shock, and Krill roared past grabbing the plant from where it hung, “Reeeeeeeeeeeeeee! NO, NO, NO, NO STUPID IDIOTIC HUMANS HANGING POISONOUS THINGS WHERE ANY OTHER STUPID HUMAN MIGHT EAT THEM! I WILL NOT HAVE IT YOU HEAR ME. I WILL NOT” and then he went roaring away trailing laughter in his wake. Slowly Sunny and Adam turned to look at each other before doubling over racked with fits of laughter. Adam ended up on the floor leaning against the wall, just below where Sunny propped herself.

Just when they thought they'd stop laughing, they started up again.

“Damn…. Crazy…. Bastard.” Adam Wheezed crawling to his feet

“Did you hear that sound he made?”

“Yeah, classic Krill….. Anyway.” He paused shuffling his feet, “Wanna go, push Ramirez over or something?”

“Sounds fun, I’m in.”

“Sweet.”

By the end of the hour, Ramirez was upside down in a pile of bean bags everyone laughing at his expense.

All in all, it was a pretty good Christmas

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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“I don’t care what time it is when you land, call me and let know when you get to your mum’s.”

“I will.”

“You’re sleepin’ there, and then you’re goin’ home tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. And then you’ll FaceTime me so I can see you and Buster?”

“Mhm.”

You were being short because you were trying not to cry. Harry’s eyes were already glossy. You had an amazing week in London with him. You got to spend some more time with Anne. You got to see Mitch and Sarah again. You did a few touristy things. He drove you out to the countryside and you made love in a field. It was all so wonderful. You really didn’t want to leave.

“I wish I could walk you all the way to the gate.”

“Me too.”

You hug for a long time and look up at him.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too. See you in a week.” You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah, see you in a week.”

You kiss for a while until a police officer blows his whistle. You jump back and grab the handle of your luggage.

“Bye baby.” He says. You wave and try to smile.

Harry sighs and gets into the car. He bursts into years.

“Please, god, it was bad enough watching you two say goodbye, please don’t tell me you’re goin’ t’cry the entire ride back to your flat.”

“Shut up Gem!” He wipes his eyes.

“It’s a week, Harry! Calm down.”

“I can barely fuckin’ sleep without her, a week is a long time.”

“Do you know how co-dependent that sounds?”

“We’re not co-dependent.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m allowed to miss her. We had a really nice week.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” She laughs. “Let’s go get that ring.”

Harry and Gemma pull up to the jewelry store where he had ordered your engagement ring…that you still knew nothing about. They go inside and speak to one of the salespeople. A man comes back with the ring a little blue velvet box.

“Blue’s her favorite color.” Harry says to Gemma and she nods.

“Open it up, I’m dyin’ over here.”

Harry slowly opens it and Gemma gasps. It was perfect, and he knew you were going to love it.

“Oh my god, Harry. It’s beautiful, well done.”

It was a thick, white-gold band with a decent size square diamond in the middle. There were two smaller diamonds on either side of the larger one. Harry picks it up to look at the engraving.

“What’s it say?”

“My everything.” He squints at, then smiles at his sister who has tears in her eyes.

“Mum is gonna flip when she sees this.”

“I’ve shown her a picture.”

“I know, but to see it in person…she’s gonna cry for sure.”

Harry puts the ring back in the box and sticks it in his pocket. The two go back to the car and drive to his flat.

“So, when are yeh askin’ her? That thing is gonna burn a whole in your pocket until you do.”

“I was thinkin’ end of September.”

“Harry.” She groans. “Why wait any longer. This whole waiting a year thing is stupid.”

“Our first date was at the beginning of September, so technically I’m not waitin’ til it’s been a year. I didn’t become her boyfriend until October.”

“What if she finds it? Where could hide it? She does all your laundry.”

“I’m gonna leave it locked in my desk at work.”

“Alright, I suppose that’s a good plan. What else do yeh have planned?”

“I’m not tellin’.”

“What? Why not? S’not like I’m gonna tell her.”

“People keep givin’ me suggestions, but I’ve finally figured it out. And I’d like to keep it to myself for as long as I can.”

“You won’t even give me a hint?”

“Nope.”

“You really suck.”

He stings his tongue out at her and she sticks out hers back at him.

“In all seriousness, I’m really happy for you. Mum and I love her, and you two are a great match. I’ve truly never seen yeh so happy, Harry.”

“I’ve never been this happy. I’m glad you and mum love her, it means a lot.” Harry tears up again.

“Oh, Jesus, what now?”

“I just thought of how she might look when she’s walkin’ down the aisle.” Harry sniffles and his voice cracks. “She’ll make a beautiful bride.”

“Buster!” You exclaim as you burst through your mom’s door. He comes running towards you and you practically sob. “Mumma missed you so much! Come on let’s call daddy.” You take him into the spare bedroom and get settled. “This’ll be a treat for you to sleep with me tonight, huh?”

You take your phone out and FaceTime Harry. You felt bad because it would be around 4AM there, but he told you to call, so here you were.

“Hello?” He groans. It was dark in his room.

“Turn your light on baby, so we can see you.” You hear him shift and turn the side table light on. “Look, Buster, it’s daddy!” He yips and it makes Harry laugh.

“Hey buddy! Daddy misses you. Daddy misses mummy too.” He winks.

“Ew…don’t do that.” You laugh.

“How was your flight, angel?”

“It was good, I slept for most of it, thank god. Happy to be here with out little boy now.”

“Yeah, I’m glad he’s with his mummy.” You look at each other for a moment.

“Well, you’re one sleep down.”

“Mhm, six more to go.”

“What do you have planned for the rest of the week?”

“More family stuff, hangin’ with friends. Gonna take some pictures for people.”

“You’re working?”

“Only a little, don’t worry.”

“I just want you to enjoy your time away.”

“I will, honey.”

“Okay.” You yawn. “Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep. I just wanted to call like you said.”

“Thank you.” He smiles. “I love you, sweet dreams.”

“Love you too.” You blow him a kiss and hang up. “Okay, Buster, time for bed.”

The next morning you have breakfast with your mom and tell her all about your trip. You get Buster in the car and head home. You missed your apartment. You go grocery shopping and meal prep what you’ll need for the rest of the week.

Just as you’re settling on the sofa with some pizza, your phone goes off.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N!”

“What’s up, Seth?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking of you and thought I’d call.”

“You were thinking of me?” Your heart drops into your stomach.

“Yeah…well…not to seem like a creep, but I saw you post your pictures from your trip on Facebook, and saw that you were home. Weather looked great!

“Yeah, it was an amazing trip. Um…why were you thinking of me?”

“You and I were friends once, really good friends. I feel bad that we lost touch after we graduated. I’ve loved seeing you and the girls this summer…it would be nice to hang out without a party and booze though, don’t you think?”

It was true, Seth was one of your best guy friends. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought of him from time to time. But you’ve rarely thought of another man while being with Harry.

“I suppose that would be nice.”

“Do you think we could meet up for coffee or something sometime?”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah…just as friends, obviously. I’m not trying to cause any issues with your boyfriend.”

“Um…not that I need his permission, but I’d have to ask how he’d feel about that.”

“Really, why? He knows we’re friends.”

“But he also knows that we’ve been more than friends…”

“He does?!”

“Yeah, it sort of came up after your Memorial Day party…”

“He just seemed so chill on the fourth, I didn’t think he knew.”

“He was on his best behavior that day. I just don’t know if he’d appreciate it…but I’ll ask.”

“I really don’t wan to cause any problems.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. I think coffee would be fine, I just don’t want to say yes until I talk to him.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Just text me and let me know.”

“Sounds good…thanks for calling.”

“Sure.”

You hang up and take a deep breath.

“I’m way too tired and drunk to walk you across campus.” Seth says, turning the TV off. “Wanna just crash in my room?”

“Yeah, that could work.” You smile as he helps you up off the floor. You tried not to sound too eager.

You follow him upstairs to his room, a room you had been in many times before, but had never slept in it. He closes the door behind you. Seth had the best room in the house because it had a bathroom attached to it.

“Want something to change into?”

“Sure!”

“Here.”

He tosses you a clean pair of plaid boxers and a t-shirt. You go into his bathroom to change. When you come back out your eyes trail up and down his body. He turns around and smiles.

“You don’t mind if I don’t wear a shirt do you?”

“Nope, your room, your rules.” He laughs and gets on the bed. You join him, not feeling nervous at all. You and Seth had cuddled before, it wasn’t weird that you were with him on his bed. “I’ll turn the TV on for a bit.”

“Thanks”

He throws an arm around you as you settle in. Eventually you both fall asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night to the TV and turns it off. You were fast asleep. He smiles and wraps himself around you, holding you close. Seth adored you, not that he would ever say that out loud.

When the sunlight of the room hit your face, you woke up. You turned over and saw Seth on his side facing you, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at you and smiles.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hi.”

“Sleep alright?”

“Mhm. Comfy bed.”

He puts his phone on his night table and moves a little closer to you. He brushes some hair out of your face.

“You’re…really pretty.” Your cheeks flush. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Don’t think so, but thanks.” You smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Always.”

“I stayed late here on purpose last night so you’d invite me upstairs.”

“Can I tell you secret?” You nod. “I know.”

“What?” You giggle. “How?”

“I’ve seen you do it before, very clever.”

“Seth, I have a huge crush on you, and I have for a while.”

“I have a crush on you too.” His hand moves to rub your arm. “But Sarah…”

“Is with Ben, and said it was okay.”

“Really, you’ve spoken with her?”

“We talk about everything.”

“So what you’re saying is if I kissed you right now it would be alright?”

“More than alright.” You lick your lips and move closer so your noses were touching.

He cups your cheek and leans in. Your lips brush and he kisses you. You both smile against each other giggle. You roll onto your back and he moves tot hover over you. He kisses you again, neither of you really caring about the morning breath, and his tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You wrap your legs around him to pull him closer to you, his morning wood pressing into you. You moan against him.

“I want you.” You whisper.

You were insanely attracted to Seth. From his nail polish, to his tattoos, to his piercings.He had so many things that just turned you on. Not to mention that he was just straight up handsome and sweet.

“I want you, too.” He smiles. “So bad.”

He kisses down your neck and tugs at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow. He lifts it up over your head and grins when he sees your nipple piercings.

“I remember when you guys got these.” He tweaks them a little and you groan. “Nice of you to finally show me.”

Just as he wraps his lips around one of them his door flies open, and you cling to him to cover yourself.

“Max! Get the fuck out of here!”

“Sorry! I needed my…Y/N?!”

“Hey.” You say. “Could you, uh, leave?”

“Sorry!”

He leaves quickly and you both start laughing.

“That door lock?”

“Yeah.”

“Go lock it.”

He gets up and locks the door and practically jumps back on the bed.

“You sure this how you want it to go down?” He asks as he kisses down your chest, dipping his hand inside the boxers he let you borrow.

“Yes, want you so bad. Please, fuck me.”

Seth tugs down his own boxers and your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

“Holy shit.” You say under your breath, but he hears you and smirks.

He gets your boxers off and tosses them to the floor. You spread your legs apart for him and he bites his lip. You reach for him and line him up with your center.

“Please, we can do all the fun foreplay stuff another time. I want you, this, right now.”

“Okay, let me just, uh, grab a condom, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

He reaches into his bedside table and retrieves the foil packet.

“Can I put it on you?”

“Yeah.” He smiles and hands it to you. “Just when I didn’t think you could get any cooler.”

“Shut up.” You laugh and roll the condom on his long, thick length.

He presses his tip against you and slowly starts to push in. A tear rolls down your cheek as he stretches you out.

“Alright?”

“Yeah, just, you’re really big.” You both giggle. “I just need a second to adjust.”

He leans in to kiss you and nips at your jaw to your ear.

“Take your time.” He whispers. “I’ve got all day.”

“Shit.” You say to yourself. “Daddy’s not gonna be happy, Buster. But what can I do? Coffee can’t hurt right?” He yips at you. You call Harry and he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, lovie.” You giggle at the term.

“Hi dolly.”

“What’s up?” He was in such a good mood, you didn’t want to sour it.

“Um, well, I have a question.”

“Okay.”

“Seth called me today…”

“Go on.”

“He wants to get coffee with me sometime soon, but…I told him I had to ask you first before I said yes or no.”

“That makes me sound a little psycho, doesn’t it?”

“He even said he didn’t want to cause trouble, I just…I…didn’t want to say yes or no before I spoke with you.”

“Do you want to have coffee with him? I mean, what’s the point?”

“Well, we used to be really good friends, and you know how it is after you graduate, you can’t stay in touch with everyone. I’d like to catch up with him one on one, without any alcohol…”

“Can you go to a place that’s dog friendly?”

“Sure! Plenty of places have outdoor seating right now.”

“Will you call me right after?”

“I don’t even know if it’s happening this week, but if it does, then yes.”

“I’m fine with it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…I really appreciate you calling and asking first. It means a lot to me.”

“I just didn’t want to keep something from you.”

“Thanks, babe.”

You and Harry talk more about how his day is going before you hang up to text Seth.

“You’re havin’ coffee after work with your ex, and Harry’s okay with it?” Niall asks you the next day at work.

“First of all, he’s not my ex, and second of all, yes, Harry’s fine with it.”

“He’s an ex lover, Y/N.”

“Don’t you have to be in love for someone to be your lover? I mean Harry’s my lover if anything. Seth…I was never in love with.”

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“Buster’s coming with me, so I’ll have a chaperone. I’m going to be in my work clothes, so it’s not like I look sexy.” Niall crosses his arms and looks at you. “How is this sexy?! My chest is covered and this comes to my knees.”

“You’re a cute girl wearin’ a tight dress. It’s sexy.” You swat an arm at him.

“It’s just coffee.”

“I think you’re playin’ with fire.”

“I haven’t thought about him like that in years. If I really wanted him I would’ve been his girlfriend.”

“But you’re both grown now. You could-“

“Niall, please. I called my boyfriend and essentially asked his permission to see an old friend. It’s no big deal. It’s just coffee. It’s not like we’re having dinner and drinks.”

“Will you please text me when you get home?”

“Sure.”

You laid there with a huge smile on your face after you were done. It was the best sex you ever had. You were cuddled up with him. He was smiling too.

“That was fun.” He says. “You’re fun.”

“I’ve always been fun.”

“But that was like extra fun.” He kisses the top of your head. “What happens next?”

“You become my number one booty call, and you drop everything for me every time I wanna hook up.”

“You know what? That seams really fair.” You both laugh.

“In all seriousness, what do you want to have happen next?”

“I don’t know, I know I definitely wanna fuck you again.”

“Mm, me too.”

“I also know I don’t really want a girlfriend right now…is that mean to say?”

“No, it’s not mean.” You sigh. “In all honesty I don’t want a boyfriend. I really like being friends with you, I’m just really attracted to you.”

“So what we’re talking about his friends with benefits.”

“I guess so. Are you good with that?”

“I’m very good with that.”

“Good.”

You meet Seth outside a local coffee shop with Buster at your side after work. You two hug lightly, and go inside to order your drinks. You decide to split a scone, and find a table outside to sit at.

“You look so…professional.” He laughs.

“So do you! A button up and a tie? I’m shocked.”

“Hey, tablets don’t sell themselves.”

“Let me ask you something. Do your clients get thrown off at all when they see the lip piercing?” You giggle.

“Actually, it works in my favor quite a bit. It really shows that I’m comfortable with myself. As do the knuckle tattoos. Turns out my parents were wrong.” He laughs. “It also helps that I’m incredibly charming.”

“And a little narcissistic.” You sip on your iced decaf and break off a piece of scone to pop into your mouth.

“So, how long have you been with Harry, spill all the tea.”

“I gave you plenty to sip on at Memorial Day.”

“You showed me a picture of him and that was about it. Then you bring him to the fourth, and just happens to share a shocking resemblance to me.” He smirks and your jaw drops as you scoff.

“He looks nothing like you! First of all, his skin is tan, his eyes are green not hazel, big fucking difference-“

“His nails are painted, he has a ton of tattoos-“

“His tongue’s not pierced.” You cross your arms and smirk. “He doesn’t need the extra help.”

“Really, we’re just diving right into that, huh? I’ll have you know I took that out years ago.” He sticks his tongue out at you. “And as I recall you didn’t have much to say about it back then. Well you did, but they were mostly you moaning my name so…” He smiles at you and you shake your head.

“Is this why you wanted to get coffee with me? To go down memory lane?”

“No.” He scoffs. “I genuinely miss my friend.”

“And you just realized this because?”

“What do you mean?”

“Seth…”

“Okay, okay. You guys come to my parties every year, and I’ve either been dating someone or you have…”

“And I’m still dating someone.”

“That’s not what I meant. I think it’s stupid to not be friends with someone just because they have a significant other. I miss you, I’ve missed you for a long time.”

“Just me?”

“No, Rachel and Sarah too…but you and I were always closer and you know it.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you miss me?”

“In all honesty…I feel like I blocked you out of my mind. I’ve gone through a lot since graduation Seth.” He nods. “I know that sounds harsh.”

“It’s okay.” He takes a sip of his drink. “So, how did you and Harry meet?” He smiles.

“My friend Niall…Sarah’s now boyfriend, set us up.”

“Love at first sight?”

“Essentially…I mean we had one date one weekend and the next weekend we had like three more dates. He swept me off my feet.” Seth takes a bite of the scone. “He really loves me.”

“I could tell, just from the way he was looking at you. I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “No girls trying to scoop you up?”

“I’m in between girls at the moment…I, uh, sometimes date men.” He looks down and blushes. You grab his hand and squeeze it. He looks back up at you. “I’m bi.”

“Oh, Seth. Thank you for telling me. When did you realize?”

“After we graduated. I think I’ve always sort of known, but just never put two and two together. There was this guy I talked to at a bar one night, and one things led to another…”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. So I’ve dated some women, and some men. I can’t really figure out what I want.”

“Well, you’re only twenty-four…you have a lot of time. Do your parents know?”

“Yeah, my whole family does. There was a guy I dated for a while so I eventually brought him home to meet them. They were cool with it. My parents are from Vermont, they’re traditional but love the gays.” You burst out laughing and so does he. “I’m just sort fluid, you know? I like who I like, and I’ve just learned to go with the flow.”

“That’s really cool, Seth. I’m happy you’ve discovered these things about yourself. Not be pushy, but I do know a very nice young man that works for Harry who happens to be single and a confirmed gay.”

“Wouldn’t that be weird? You setting me up?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “It’s not like we have feelings for each other…right?”

“I mean to be honest if you were single I’d totally jump your bones, but I don’t think that feeling will ever go away.” He chuckles. “We had some pretty hot sex back in the day. But, no, there’s no feelings.”

“I forgot how blunt you can be, Jesus.” You take a sip of your drink. “Harry owns his own studio, you could come by some time and I can introduce you to Isaac.”

“Isaac, aw, that’s a cute name.”

“I have a picture from him, do you wanna see?”

“Sure, why not?”

You pull up a picture of Isaac on your phone from the studio opening and show Seth. His eyes grow wide.

“Oh wow…he’s adorable.”

“So adorable! And I know he thinks Harry’s cute, so he’d think you’re cute too.”

“Oh, so this is you admitting that we’re the same person?”

“You have very similar qualities, but you are not the same.”

“Relax, I’m just teasing. You know what? Fuck it. I trust you. Oh! Then we could go on double dates!”

“Oh my god, you read my mind!” You squeal. “I can’t wait to tell Harry.”

“I’m sure he’ll be relieved I’m not a threat.”

“You weren’t before.”

“Mhm, sure.” He sips his drink. “I’m really glad we did this.”

“Me too.”

Seth walks you to your car and hugs you goodbye. You text Niall when you get home and immediately call Harry.

“Hey! Weird question, but Isaac is confirmed single right?”

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“I wanna set him up with Seth.”

“I’m…gonna need a little bit of context here.”

#take it slow #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #harry styles fic #smut #fluff #idk why but loved this part #i stan seth sorry

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honyakuninakunaru · 4 years

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Support Found Amidst The Sky // Murr SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

Akira: "...My, it's already this late. I still haven't adapted to the way things are here, have I? A day goes by in the blink of an eye! I faced a lot of things today too. It's kind of a fresh experience though. The wizards are all very unique, but I've come to love them because of that, and I want to become dear friends with all of them."

???: "Knock-knock!"

Akira: "Hm?"

Akira: ("Is that supposed to be...the sound of knocking? They're vocalizing it though...")

Akira: "Is someone there?"

(Creak)

Murr: "Good evening, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Murr? What's up?"

Murr: "With me? A lot! Something's always up with me!"

Akira: "That's not what I meant... Let me rephrase that. Did something troublesome happen to you?"

Murr: "Mhm! Just now, Shylock and I were playing tag!"

Akira: "Tag?"

Murr: "Yep! He might find me soon, so will ya let me hide here for a while? Or would you rather join us instead? Wanna run from Shylock together?"

Akira: ("Now's my chance to get closer with Murr... But it's so late...")

Akira: "...Yawn."

Murr: "Oh?"

Akira: ("Oops...")

Murr: "That was a bi~g yawn just now! Are ya feelin' sleepy?"

Akira: "S-sorry. I was actually about to go to bed..."

Murr: "You're gonna sleep even if the moon is so pretty tonight? What a waste~ If I were you I'd stay up until the sun rises, y'know?"

Akira: "Until sunrise...? You sure are passionate, Murr..."

Murr: "Ahaha! Your eyelids are looking kinda heavy. If today won't do, then we're gonna play next time, when your eyes are properly open!"

(Footsteps)

Shylock: "Just when I was wondering where you could've gone."

Akira: "Shylock?"

Murr: "Shoot! He found me!"

Shylock: "Pardon the interruption, Master Sage. I will be retrieving this straggling cat, so please rest assured."

Murr: "Bye-bye, Master Sage! See ya tomorrow!"

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(The next day) (Courtyard)

Akira: ("...Morning already? It's always so bright in this room...")

Murr: "Morning, Master Sage!"

Rutile: "Good morning!"

Akira: “Whoa!

Akira: ("W-why are these two the first thing I see...and so up close!? Moreover, where...")

Murr: "You finally woke up!"

Akira: "G-good morning. Um...Why am I in the courtyard...?"

Murr: "I told ya we were gonna play today, yeah? That's why I carried ya over while you were asleep!"

CHAPTER 2

Akira: "Did Murr invite you too, Rutile...?"

Rutile: "Yes. This morning, Murr came up to me and asked me if I wanted to play with you two."

Murr: "He taught me a game from the Southern Country!"

Akira: "A game from the South?"

Murr: "Yup! I'm gathering games from different countries and studying their regional differences! The games from every country should differ at least a little, right? Just like the taste of fruits and songs alter depending on the area. Or they might be all the same!"

Akira: "I see...! What kind of games are common in the South, Rutile?"

Rutile: "Well, games for wizards tend to be a bit extreme in general."

Akira: ("Extreme!?")

Murr: "Ahaha! Master Sage, excitement is written all over your face! Will ya join us?"

Akira: "I'll try to keep up...!"

Akira: ("I'm getting the same feeling right before a ride on a roller coaster at an amusement park...")

Rutile: "There's this game from my childhood that I really liked... First, you draw several circles on the ground. Then, you jump through each one, and whoever runs through all of them and reaches the end, wins."

Murr: "And if ya lose?"

Rutile: "There's a punishment game!"

Akira: ("Huh, that sounds very similar to hopscotch.")

Akira: "There's a game just like this in my world, too."

Rutile: "Is that so? Then you should know how to play!"

Murr: "Hey, don'tcha think it will be more fun if we do it like this? <Eanul Lambru>!"

Akira: "Whoa...!"

Akira: ("The circles started floating...!")

Murr: "It's boring if you can only run on land!"

Akira: ("Mid-air hopscotch... Now that's pretty extreme!")

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(Whoosh)

Rutile: "...All clear!"

(Whoosh)

Murr: "Ta-dah! I'm done, too!"

Akira: ("Wow, these two ran past me with such ease...")

Murr: "You're next, Master Sage!"

Akira: "A-alright!"

Akira: ("I've ridden on a broom before, but this is a bit too high... Just gotta make sure not to look down!")

Akira: "Here we go! ...Whoa!"

Akira: ("The difference in size and height of the circles makes it difficult to jump from one to another...!")

Akira: "And another one! ...A?"

Akira: ("Shit...! I'm falling!")

Murr: "<Eanul Lambru>!"

Rutile: "<Ortonik Setomaoje>! A-are you alright?"

Murr: "Your eyes are all wide!"

Akira: "...Pff...Ahaha!"

Rutile: "Master Sage?"

Akira: "I'm sorry. I ended up laughing at how scared I got just now."

Murr: "Did ya have fun?"

Akira: "Yeah, lots! Thank you for inviting me."

Murr: "There's another game in line, the fun's just starting!"

Rutile: "Another game?"

Murr: "Yep, yep! It’s the loser's punishment game!"

CHAPTER 3

Akira: "...Is this really a punishment game?"

Murr: "It is! You gotta take a stroll around the sky on my broom!"

Rutile: "I'm very happy to fly side by side with you, Master Sage."

Akira: ("...I was prepared for something more intense, but this will do.")

Murr: "Look! Over there! A flock of migrating birds!"

(Flap-flap)

Rutile: "Ah, you're right. I wonder where are they headed."

Murr: "We're gonna find out if we follow em! Let's go!"

Rutile: "While we're at it, how about we make it a race, Mister Murr? Let’s see who will catch up to the flock first."

Murr: "Sounds good! We're starting right now!"

Rutile: "Okay!"

Akira: "Wait─!"

(Whoosh)

Akira: ("T-the pace picked up all of a sudden!")

Rutile: "As expected of Mister Murr! But I won't lose─!"

Murr: "Ahaha! Faster, faster!"

Akira: ("Too fast, too fast...! How many kilometres per hour are we hitting?")

Murr: "Closing your eyes is a no-go, Master Sage! It's too early to be sleeping!"

Akira: ("Ah, he got me... No can do. I'll open them just a little...")

Akira: ("Whoa! Such a beautiful sunset...!")

Rutile: "Pretty, isn't it. It's as if the sky was set ablaze."

Akira: "Yeah... The whole city is bathed in orange hues, and it feels like you can touch the sun!"

Akira: ("So that's what a sunset looks like from the sky...")

Murr: "This is miles different from when you first rode on my broom, right, Master Sage? This time, we're having fun!"

Akira: ("He's right... Everything was a bit scary at the beginning. But now, I have trust in Murr and everyone else, because we are friends.")

Murr: "Hey, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Yes?"

Murr: "...Are you glad that you became friends with us?"

Akira: "Murr..."

Akira: ("Did he invite me because he noticed I wanted to become closer with everyone...?")

Rutile: "Come and hop on my broom next time, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Yes, by all means!"

Murr: "Let's see, who can I get to teach me new games tomorrow?"

Rutile: "Oh, how about the Northern Wizards? You might discover some interesting ones if you do!"

Murr: "I will! Sounds like fun!"

Akira: ("G-games of the North... Now those might be extreme...")

Murr: "Were ya nervous, back then, Master Sage? Or were ya excited?"

Akira: "Umm... Both, maybe?"

Murr: "Ahaha! That's the bestest feeling in the world!"

Anticipation and uneasiness link hands and dance wildly in my chest. I have a feeling that my days will continue with this everlasting touch of excitement.

No, I'm sure there will be more unusual affairs and wonderful events in the future. This feeling firmly settled within me, as I basked in the setting sun.

Relevant Conditions // Card Episode Story

(Murr's Room)

Akira: "Murr, what would you say is the best way to get along with you?"

Murr: "Do ya wanna be buddies, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Mhm. That's why I'd like to know if there's anything I can do..."

Murr: "I see. Then, I'll tell you!"

Akira: "I’m all ears!"

Murr: "The first thing you can do to get along with me, is play games! Games with me will get you super-duper excited! The more excited you are, the more we'll get along!"

Akira: "I see... Anything else?"

Murr: "You gotta know interesting stuff that I don't know of! If you have any stories about foreign games or strange creatures, I'd love to listen! Your world sounds like it's lots of fun!"

Akira: "Does that make you 'super-duper excited' as well?"

Murr: "You got it! I love that feeling!"

Akira: "Thank you, Murr, I'll keep that in mind."

Murr: "Ah! I forgot a real important thing!"

Akira: "Important?"

Murr: "Don't go imitating others! The way you are right now is best! That's the best way to become my friend. Don't forget that, Master Sage."

#mahoyaku #translation #murr

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themoonlovemuses · 4 years

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Sea Shanties (Fjord X Reader)

Summary: Concerned for Fjord and the future after the events at the temple under the Diver’s Grave, you decide to head up to the deck of the ball eater and play a melody while you stare across the ocean. Little do you know, a certain someone is also unable to sleep tonight.

Author’s Note: This beautiful art of the the main half-orc himself was done by ABD-Illustrates; an artist I absolutely love, so please check his stuff out here if you get a moment.

As the waves crashed against the sides of the ship, the mighty nein slept peacefully, dreaming of the future and what the world had to offer them once they docked into Nicodranas tomorrow. For some, like Nott who had been downing the whiskey from her flask of perpetual booze since they got back onto the ball eater, sleep came easy. Unfortunately for (Y/N), they weren’t quite as lucky as their little goblin friend. All night since they returned to the ball eater, they had been tossing and turning in their sleep. And eventually, (Y/N) gave up on finding sleep and sat up in their hammock. They never did fare well on ships in the past, but (Y/N) knew that this was completely different from their usual bouts of sea sickness.

Having thought long and hard about what on earth could be causing the restlessness they had, they finally came to the conclusion that it had to be about the thoughts that were still wheedling at their brain; their concern for Fjord.

Even though Fjord discussed his intentions about what he was doing with Uk'otoa, (Y/N) was still concerned that Fjord might still be conflicted about the whole affair. Ever since he fell into the sea from his previous ship, and entered into a pact with the sea demon, he had been very reliant with the powers that he bestowed upon him. A bit co-dependant if (Y/N) was being honest. Could he really give that up? What would he do afterwards? Figuring these thoughts were spiralling out of control again, they got up from the hammock, grabbed their violin, and decided to up onto the deck for some fresh air. They were docking there first thing tomorrow morning anyway, so a few hours of missed sleep couldn’t hurt right?

Walking up the wooden, creaking steps, (Y/N) huddled their cloak tighter to their body, as a gust of cold air rushed past them. Despite the region being known for mostly tropical weather, the nights at sea do tend to be rather bracing. Looking around the ship, they see that no one is around, and decides to sit on the railings of the ship and stare at the sky. The almost black sky twinkled with stars, the only source of light available at the moment, since there was no moon tonight. And looking down into the sea, (Y/N) could barely even see the white foam of the waves as it splashed against the ship, helping to guide the giant hulk of lumber on it’s journey to land. Taking a moment to just admire the view reminded her of a old sea shanty their grandpa used to play on his old fiddle when they used to visit him. So feeling nostalgic, they fiddled with the pegs to make sure the strings were taught enough for the particular melody, and started playing the tune. A melody about a cocky captain sailing to find the very centre of the sea, where there was rumoured of a massive maw filled with enough treasure to be able to do whatever he wanted with it. Unfortunately, this particular shanty didn’t end up with the pirate finding the treasure and live happily ever after with some sweetgirl on his arm. In the end, the captain worked his crew to death, obsessed with the idea of the cave, and ended up being eaten by Idok; the dragonturtle.

“Used to scare me into obsessing over one skill I seem to remember.” (Y/N) mused to theirself as they entered into the final chorus of the song. Feeling a bit more livened up, they stood on top of the railing and danced along the edge, at one moment almost falling in, but luckily saving their balance and ending with a flourish. Once done, they looked over at the scenery again, wanting to get one last look before retiring.”

“Well that’s a song I haven’t heard in a while. Where’d you learn that.” A voice came from behind. Jumping slightly, (Y/N) turned around, and with the moment of fear behind them, they immediately recognised the voice. Standing there, with his hand laying naturally on the hilt of the falchion, was the one that had caused them not to be able to sleep in the first place.

“From my grandpa! I’ve told you about him before right? He was a fisherman and a fiddler from the Menagerie Coast. Used to play in all the local dive bars in Port Zoon when he’d return from fishing trips. You would’ve liked him. How do you know about that song.”

“Oh, I heard it lots of times when visiting the port when I worked aboard the Tide’s Breath. Maybe I've heard him play.”

“I doubt it. He died six years ago to scurvy. Gods rest his soul. But, i’m glad to see another sea shanty aficionado present. But enough about that. Couldn’t sleep either?” (Y/N) chuckled in jest, hopping off of the railing to stand by him.

“Nah, just had a lot on my mind recently.”

“You mean the whole thing with Uk'otoa?”

“Yeah, pretty open book aren’t I?” he mused, leaning a touch more onto the railing, looking out onto the ocean himself in contemplation. Silence spread out around the two of you for a moment, but knowing that Fjord liked to think before he spoke, it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was almost calm, like the breeze that ruffled his hair.

“I just don’t know what to do next? I mean, I don’t plan on releasing him… but what comes next? Will my visions fade? Turn into something else? I’m so used to knowing what comes next, so not knowing what’s to come is a bit… unnerving for me.” He wondered out loud, as if the universe itself would grant him an answer while you both sat there.

“Honestly… I don’t know either. Has he done anything before when you left the sea and travelled to the mainland?”

“No, not really. But then again, I didn’t have these damn crystals in my stomach.” He replied, subconsciously touching his belly as he said this.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry so much about what happens next for now. Whatever happens happens, and we’ll all be there for you if shit goes down. But if you move further from his goal, what will that mean for the gifts that he’s given you? I’m sorry to ask, but I don’t know how it works with making pacts and stuff.” (Y/N) asked, looking up into his yellow eyes as he turned towards them.”

“I guess that’s just another thing we’ll find out once we get to shore.” He replied, turning from the sea and looking up at the sky.

“Just know that no matter how you feel, we like you for who you are, not what you can do. And I’ll keep checking you to make sure you stay afloat.” “...that has got to be the worst sea pun i’ve ever heard.” And despite the deadpan tone he used, Fjord couldn’t help himself and let out a short laugh.

“Oh come on, it can’t’ve been worse than some of the puns Nott comes up with about Beauregard when she’s drunk.” You join in, poking him in the ribs with your elbow.

“Well, as much as I would love to stay up all night making sea jokes, i’m pretty sure we need to get some shut-eye before we reach Nicodranas. Jester’s going to want up to be up bright and early so she can see her mum.” Fjord points out, walking the pair of you back down below the deck to your respective cabins.

“And thanks by the way.”

“For what?”

“For that sea shanty and helping me forget my troubles for a while, even if it was just for a night.” Fjord finishes, throwing you a half awkward wink and opening the door to his room, closing it after himself.

Glad to have been able to help him out a little bit, (Y/N) enters their cabin and settles back into their hammock, the waves rocking them off back to sleep, leaving them dreaming about the adventures and challenges to come, just like the rest of the mighty nein and their crew.

#fjord #fjord critical role #critrole #critical role #x reader #reader #fjord x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #reader insert #self insert #writing

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cycat4077 · 4 years

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Sheltering An Outcast

Summary: Sonny goes undercover during “Sheltered Outcasts” 17x19 Pairing: Sonny x Reader Warnings: fluff and smoochies with a sprinkle of angst...and maybe a bit of Sonny in only a towel ;) Words: 2848 (sorry it’s a bit long...) AO3 here

Part 6 of the Changes verse (but it can be stand-alone too). (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5)

It’s evening and you're flaked out on your couch, an empty ice cream container sitting by the wayside, when your phone rings. "Hey Sonny, what's up?" you answer, spirits brightened by the sound of his voice. "Finally finished that difficult case you were working on?"

As you were discovering, some cases posed ridiculous hours, keeping the two of you apart with only the occasional evening together amidst the chaos. Text, calls and Skype eased the separation, but there was nothing better than physically being by his side.

"Yeah, it’s done," replies Sonny. "Thank goodness too. It was a tough one, doll." You hear a heavy sigh on his end and your heart goes out to him. "You busy?" he then asks hopefully, and when you answer in the negative, he adds, "Wanna spend the night?"

A rush of excitement spreads through you. Of course, you want to spend the night! Running around, you stuff a change of clothes into a bag and hop awkwardly, struggling to slip on your pants.

The commute over leaves time to reminisce about the nights you and Sonny actually do get to share at each other's apartments. They're sweet and intimate times. Nothing sexual, just precious moments together without any rush to go home.

Those times bring out the domestic side of Sonny too, being that he always makes sure you feel welcome. For instance, even though he blatantly detests peanut butter, you opened his cupboard one day to find a jar simply because he knows you like to eat it for breakfast.

You also love being privy to his little habits. After practically every shower, Sonny darts between the bathroom and bedroom having forgotten his clean clothes in the latter. With only a towel around his waist, he’ll tell you jokingly not to look, though you can't help sneak a peek at his bare torso still coated in a sheen of water as he runs by.

It’s all these little things that make you fall even more in love with him and excite you for a future with your Italian detective.

-x-

Arriving at Sonny’s apartment, he opens the door and you throw your arms around his neck. Enthusiastically, you pepper kisses across his nose and cheeks, purposefully leaving his lips for last.

Sonny’s smile stretches from ear to ear. Clearly, the affection you shower him with washes away any remaining stress from his latest case. "What'd I do to deserve all that lovin'?" he teases, taking your coat and closing the door.

"Hmmm…" you pretend to think on it. "Gotta be that Italian charm." Winking, you begin shimmying out of your pants, revealing pajama shorts underneath. You then glance over your shoulder and notice Sonny still standing by the door with mouth slightly agape. His baby blues are quite obviously glued to your behind. "Hey, detective!” you call out, batting your lashes and smirking. “My eyes are up here!" It’s hard not to take at least a little pleasure in flirty bouts like these since they never fail to flush Sonny’s cheeks or jumble his words.

"Y-yeah, I-I know, doll. It's just," he closes the distance towards you. "You're so beautiful." Sonny's voice seems to catch in his throat causing your heart to do the same in your chest. He reaches out to cup your face, a thumb brushing tenderly along your cheek. "I'm gonna miss this..."

Your eyebrows knit together. "What?"

Sonny shuts his eyes firmly as if he's guarding a confession and releases a breath through his nose. "I have ta go undercover for a while."

Your eyes widen. "When?!"

Your boyfriend rests his hands on your shoulders, bracing you. "Tomorrow." You pull yourself out of his grasp. "Doll, please!” he begs. “I just found out myself! There's been a few assaults around this shelter for convicted sex offenders and we need a guy on the inside."

How could he just spring this on you? A cramped space packed with ex-cons struggling to get their lives together hardly seems like the safest assignment. What if they don't believe his cover? What if they find out the truth? He could be bashed over the head and no one would give a damn! How could Sonny, a man without an ounce of evil in his body, ever pass for one of them? Sure, he could come off as a little brash sometimes, but not sex offender-levels of it! And how the hell long would he need to be there for, anyway?!

You don't realize that you asked that last part aloud until Sonny responds. "I'm not sure. It all depends on what we can find out and how fast. I hope not too long but who knows..." To say his demeanor is apologetic is an understatement. He isn't any more enthusiastic about this whole thing than you are.

"Why you?!" you protest, half frustrated, half terrified. "Because...because I need you to be careful, Sonny!" The way you say his name is more a desperate plea than an outburst of anger.

"I will! I promise! But I'm still technically the new guy, so it’s kinda on me to take the U.C. assignments no one else wants." And he's right. There's nothing he can do about it. You just have to cherish falling asleep in his arms tonight and pray he stays safe.

-x-

“What about this?” you ask poking your head out of the closet to hold up a tan and green plaid shirt. It’s definitely seen better days.

Sonny turns around from where he’s packing a duffle bag on the bed. “Yeah, that could work,” he agrees. “But where’d ya find it?”

“It was in this box back here labelled ‘Dom’,” you state, parting the dress shirts and suits hanging above your head for a second look.

“That’s dad’s stuff.” Sonny crosses the room and helps you tug the box free from the back corner. “Ma insisted I bring them along when I moved ‘because ya neva know when ya might need ‘em’,” he mocks, attempting his best impersonation of his mother. “I guess she was right.”

“Mothers usually are,” you quip before pulling out a faded pair of thick, denim jeans. “Will these fit?”

Sonny takes the pants to examine their size. “’Should,” he confirms. “They’re from the eighties or somethin’. Dad’s appetite for Ma’s cookin’ sure has made him pack on the pounds over the years…” he chuckles, stretching the waistline back and forth.

“Hey, now! Since I started eating your cooking my jeans fit tighter too!” you say jokingly as you pat your tummy in defence of the Carisi patriarch.

“Jean size doesn’t matter, doll, as long as the heart’s happy ‘n the stomach’s full.” Sonny’s blue eyes lock onto yours, delivering a sincere smile. “And my heart is the happiest it’s ever been.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your gaze like a bashful teenager. You may not have supermodel proportions, but your heart flutters knowing that Sonny loves you all the same.

The old clothes are the perfect match for Sonny’s alias. Later, as the morning sun trickles through the New York City streets, ‘Dominick Smith’ joins you in the living room clad in an old grey hoodie and his father’s faded jeans. Things are a bit baggy but they’ll do. The two of you spend the next little while rehearsing ‘Smitty’s’ backstory, unnerved that Sonny has to be convincing as someone with such a disgusting past.

“Oh, I almost forgot the ring,” Sonny declares as he jogs to the case-info envelope on the table.

“Huh?” you question as your line of sight follows his movements.

He shakes out a gold wedding band and rejoins you. “Dominick Smith has a missus, rememba? And apparently he wants to better himself so he can go back home to her.”

“Oh, yeah,” you say foolishly, eyes glued to his finger while he delicately slips on the ring. You know it’s stupid, but for a moment your hopes were high and your heart pounded at the inside of your chest. You can’t help but wish the ring was real; that it would symbolize that he is yours forever.

Sonny’s eyes dart between yours and where they’re fixated on his hand. “You okay?” he asks quietly which brings you back to reality.

“Y-yeah,” you manage, forcing a smile.

He then reaches into his pocket and produces a key. “I hope you don’t mind me askin’, but since I dunno how long I’ll be gone for, would ya mind checkin’ in on my place every now and again? Y’know, just ta make sure that no one’s broken in or whateva.”

“Of course, babe,” you reply, accepting the key. But your clouded mind gets the better of you and your eyes widen when you realize your words.

“Babe?” he questions, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I-uh…” You’ve never called him anything other than ‘Sonny’ since the two of you started dating and you’re just not sure if he’s comfortable with anything different.

However, before you have a chance to articulate an excuse, your Italian detective leans his forehead against yours and sneaks in a swift kiss. “I could get used ta you callin’ me that,” he grins. And you can’t help but giggle. This sweet man keeps giving you more reasons to love him.

With spirits lifted, you stand back and place a hand on your hip before drawing a finger up to your lips to study his appearance.

“What?” Sonny questions, scanning himself over self-consciously.

“Something’s not quite right…” You take a couple steps forward and tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s soft and uncharacteristically floppy without any gel. You continue to muss it up, carding through it and enjoying the texture.

“You done?” he asks, pursing his lips, unamused.

“Almost,” you utter as you poke your tongue out of the corner of your mouth. “There!” You step back to admire your handiwork.

Sonny leans over to glance in the wall mirror. A horrified expression overtakes his features. “What did ya do?!” he exclaims.

You throw your head back and laugh. “I made you look the part a little more, silly!” His dark locks now stick up in multiple directions.

Sonny narrows his eyes and gives you a hard look. However, the slightest of smiles plays at the corner of his mouth and you know he secretly enjoyed it.

Then Sonny’s watch lights up, giving off a beep which catches both your attentions. You know what it means and so does he. It’s time.

Tears begin to rim your eyes. “Please be careful,” you speak in a shaky voice. You wish you could protect him and keep him safe throughout this whole ordeal.

“I will be,” he reassures. “This will all be over soon.” Sonny steps towards you and gathers you in his arms. The two of you lock into an embrace and you feel a squeeze that’s filled with desperation. It’s then that you understand just how nervous Sonny actually is about all this. You hug him a little tighter, both clinging to one another like a life source.

“I love you,” he says lingering his touch along your arms.

“I love you, too.” You lean up and kiss him before burying your face in his chest for one last embrace.

-x-

“On my way home now to shower and change before I have to head back. So, I have a few minutes if you're free." Is what his text reads.

You don't think you've ever made it to Sonny's apartment in such record time. After five days of no contact and being consumed by a worry that made you feel like throw up 24/7, his return lifts a giant weight off your shoulders.

You eagerly knock on the door and a disheveled looking man in the same old grey hoodie and faded blue jeans opens it. His hair is greasy and he looks a little pale, though you suppose nearly a week of cruddy food and shoddy sleep will do that to a person. None of that matters, however, because a large smile of relief spreads across your face from knowing he’s safe and naturally, your first instinct is to jump into his arms.

But this time Sonny stops you. "Don't, doll. I stink,” he scrunches his nose in disgust.

A laugh bubbles free from your chest. "Okay, babe!"

"Lemme go shower 'n brush my teeth, then ya can kiss me," winks Sonny as he welcomes you into his apartment. It seems this undercover gig hasn't completely broken his spirit.

"Hurry up then, stinky!" you chide, hopping onto his couch impatiently.

Sonny runs off in the direction of the bathroom and in no time, you hear the whoosh from the faucet and spray of the shower.

A few minutes later, the water shuts off and a familiar darn it! resonates from within. You smile to yourself knowing exactly the cause and perch over the sofa arm to watch the show.

As predicted, the door opens and a billow of steam releases into the hall. The patter of wet feet follow as Sonny comes scurrying out, darting into the bedroom for clothes. You're about to unleash a cheeky catcall when you notice a large purplish splotch resting above the white towel tied around Sonny's waist. You immediately jump up to intercept him before he can duck back into the bathroom. "What the hell is that?" you demand, tone no longer light and flirty.

"What?" he questions, perplexed.

"That!" you point to his discoloured side.

He contorts to glance in the direction of your finger. "Oh."

You continue to stare him down when he fails to provide an explanation.

"It's nothing, doll," he lies, clutching his clothes to his chest. But your disapproving eyes forces him to confess. "Okay...I got jumped. It wasn't by the guys in the shelter though! It was outside 'n they were targetin' everyone they thought could be a suspect in the most recent assault."

They?! You're suddenly overwhelmed by his close encounter. "Oh my God, Sonny! Are you all right?!" He could have come out of this a whole lot worse.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It'll heal. Actually, it was one of the guys from the shelter who came to my rescue. Who knew..." Sonny's voice trails off as his mind drifts.

But all you care about is Sonny. Focusing on the bruise, you hesitantly reach out and give it a light touch. His skin is warm and damp, yet turns to goosebumps under your fingertips.

Sonny gazes down at you silently and you shift your eyes to meet his. It's only been five days but it feels like a lifetime since you've seen his handsome face. The gentle curve of his lips. The blueness of his eyes. Suddenly he feels so close. Nothing but a towel separates you. Your heart rate picks up as every inch of you aches for the man you love.

"I gotta go get ready.” The tension snaps with Sonny’s soft grin and breathy voice.

"I know," you say reluctantly. "I missed you."

"Missed you too, doll." His left hand finds the back of your neck, cradling your head as he leans down with closed eyes to place a kiss to your lips. Maybe it's the steam from the shower, but it's the type of kiss that makes your insides melt. Then Sonny parts and slips back into the bathroom.

Lightheaded, you make your way back to the couch and sit down. Twenty minutes later the door opens again and the Sonny Carisi you're most familiar with steps out. A three-piece suit and crisp tie. Slicked back hair and smooth cheeks. Though he looks perfect to you, Sonny is still fretting over his hair, combing it back at the temples to work in the last of the gel.

"How do I look?" he inquires, holding his arms out to the sides.

"Handsome as ever!" you give a cheerful smile.

Sonny grins. "Sorry I have ta run, but I need ta get back to the precinct. We've got a major lead in the case."

"All good," you wave dismissively. "I'm just glad you're all right and that I got a chance to see you."

Sonny echoes your sentiments while scurrying around to gather his things. You get up once he starts heading for the door. "I dunno when I'm gonna be back t’night," he frowns. "I'd love ya to stick around but don't wanna keep ya waitin'."

"No worries. Besides, you're gonna need a good night's sleep after almost a week in that place." You smile up at Sonny lovingly and take the apartment key out of your pocket. "Here."

"Nuh-no! That's your copy now, doll." He folds your fingers towards your palm, enclosing the key within.

"Really?" You're ready to burst with joy.

"Really," he confirms with a kiss.

"Well in that case," you smile against his lips, "maybe I'll sneak back in here tonight and we can indulge in some mediocre takeout and bad tv."

"Ya read my mind, doll,” he beams. “Ya read my mind."

Notes: Hope you enjoyed this one! It was originally just going to be angsty but I tried to liven it up a bit with some flirty stuff.

Also, here’s a bit of a preview of what’s next. Let’s just say that there’s trouble in paradise... (Full version up now!)

"Doesn't matter. I want to be with you -" "No." Sonny cuts you off firmly. It's the first time he's raised his voice to you in any way. It shakes you to your core, leaving a horribly sour feeling in the pit of your stomach. You try to dismiss it because you know he's tired and scared but the tears still fall when Sonny hangs up the phone.

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hiiraism4 · 4 years

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Gavin : Proposal

Fandom : MLQC

Pairing : Gavinxreader/ GavinxMC

Gavin decided to do something big in his life. The one life time chance. A big decision in his life. But everything decided to mess around with him and he lost the opportunity to be do it.

“Oh, you’re doing good.” Eli gave Gavin a thumbs up over a video call.

“You haven’t tasted it yet.” Gavin rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his grin. Of course he failed.

“You already passed the taste test days ago, Gav. Now you passed the garnishing part.” Eli chuckled.

Gavin stared at the nicely plated steak with asparagus and mashed potato with sauce dripping alongside the plate. The agent spent almost half a day just to decorate this. Gotta say he was so proud of his work.

“Thanks for teaching me, Eli.” Gavin told the other captain.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’m more curious about how the dinner and how that ‘mission’ of yours goes.” Eli grinned.

Gavin looked the other way, with the tip of his ears turned red, earning Eli’s laugh from the other side.

“Like hell i’d tell you.” Gavin retorted.

“Oh, you’re right. I don’t need to ask, it’ll written in your face and performance on missions later on.” Eli wiggled his eyebrow, teasing the younger captain.

Gavin rolled his eyes and end the video call before Eli could tease him more. The captain of STF, once again humming at his hardwork and placed the steak nicely on the table. He could heat it later quick in microwave before eating it anyway.

Gavin went to his room, grabbing a small box hidden in his closet.

Gavin stared at the silver ring with gingko leaf design and a small piece of diamond on the leaf’s centre on his hand. He had been staring at it far too long. Too long. He spent hours staring at it. Sometimes he traced the object. Sometimes he sighed. Sometimes he placed the ring back to the little box only to pick it up and staring at it. The ring he made with his own for several months in secret from others.

Come on, Gav, you can do this.

Gavin had been rehearsing the same line over and over.

“Will you marry me?”

Then the grown up man could feel his ears and face hot after saying the line. His hand instantly cover his mouth and he tried to calm his heartbeat down. The poor man couldn’t. He couldn’t. Even after years he had been official a thing with you. He couldn’t help the butterfly in his stomach.

It was you who confessed your feelings for him first. Gavin wasn’t the type of guy who would even make a move on you, at least not so bashful, he wouldn’t dare to risk losing her--their friendship--the only thing he wouldn’t want to lose. It was okay for him to stay be friends with you, as long as he could be by your side, protecting her. But alas, the girl herself blurted out your feelings to him. It did caught him off guard, the way your lips smiling, saying “I love you” quietly to his ears when you pulled him into a hug after he took you home.

It went quiet well for both of you and Gavin. You moved in to his apartment, would try to cook homemade meals for him everyday since you reminded him a lot of how bad his diet is (despite he always his defined abs) and you had greatly improved since then even if you still couldn’t handle spicy food like Gavin, but you were considerate enough to cook him spicy food, once in a while. He would come back from his missions with a clean apartment, homecooked food, fresh ironed clothes, a faint sweet cinnamon scent from your favorite candle, and you, waiting for him. Gavin couldn’t ask anything more than that.

But now he wanted to be more than that.

He wanted to marry you.

What if she rejects?

Gavin exhaled, thinking about the possibility.

“You’re overthinking, bro!” he remembered Minor looking at him in disbelief.

“Of course boss would love to marry you! You guys are together for 3 years now. You’re not rushing things, of course. Have more confident in yourself, bro! I’m always rooting for you and hope the best for you two.”

Gavin, once again, exhaled. Minor did give him a little courage to propose you. That guy even went miles and give him many reference for the engagement ring’s design, getting all excited about it as if he was the happy proud father.

Gavin stopped his train of thoughts. Father.

He was from a broken family. His mom died. His relationship with his father hadn’t got any better, Gavin even never call or visit him anymore, let alone his brother. Gavin, who was alone and lonely ever since his mother died, didn’t know what to do in situations like these. What did his father do when he proposed his mother back then? He never know, and he never wanted to know.

Like hell i’d ask him.

A chat window light up his phone. Gavin reached for his phone on the kitchen counter and opened the chat. The smile back to his face.

MC : Hey, Gavin :D

I’m done with the shooting for today.

Gavin : Cool, should i pick you up now? I’m at home.

MC : Sure! I’ll be waiting at the nearby park.

Gavin was contemplating whether he should take his motorbike Sparky or just fly over there. He opted for the latter, faster that way. Gavin wasn’t thinking of how light you were in his arms and how you would clung to him tightly when he flew with you, to the point he could smell your strawberry shampoo. Nope.

Okay, he did.

Why am i like this.

Gavin exhaled. He tucked the ring’s box inside his pocket and went out from his apartment. He pushed the elevator to the highest floor. He carefully slide past the security camera and opened the rooftop’s door. He could always fly from his balcony, but he decided to be safe and flying from the rooftop was a choice she opted for him when he asked her suggestion.

****

Gavin stared at his cellphone, dumbfounded. He had not even met her when he received a call from Eli that he had to go on another mission tonight. He even apologized when giving him the news that Gavin and his squad was needed for a joined mission with Eli’s squad. The current air around him swirled. He was supposed to propose to the girl he had crush with for years tonight. He even prepared nice meal for you back at home. Gavin, went miles to learn to cook something with Eli guiding him for the past days. Of course he did it secretly from her.

Now the food was going to waste. What else?

Gavin wanted to curse but he couldn’t. He saw you, sitting on the bench flipping through your phone. His sour mood suddenly lifted and he descended quietly beside you. He tapped your shoulder and your head move up from your phone. You smiled seeing Gavin.

Cute.

“Waiting long?” Gavin asked casually.

You shook your head. “Nah, not really.” You stood up from the bench and held his hand in yours. He clasped yours hand back in return, feeling the cold in your fingertips.

Lie.

Gavin held your hand tightly in his hand, hoping that he would transfer some of his warmth to you.

“Ready?” Gavin asked. You nodded your head in return.

The sun was about to set and Gavin would need to get ready for his mission tonight. He pulled your close to him, resting his hand on your waist, keeping it steady. You gasped and held his arms as both you and him floated to the sky. You were used to flying with Gavin already, knowing that you had been with him for years.

“What’s wrong, Gavin?” you asked, titling your head.

Gavin stared down at your crystal clear eyes. It wasn’t like Gavin to be so silent. Well, he wasn’t exactly a chatty type but he would ask your day, how the shooting was and stuffs. But Gavin fell silent when they began to fly. You could read Gavin like the back of your hand and Gavin couldn’t help but grimaced.

“I..i must go tonight. Mission.” Gavin answered flatly.

You hummed, contemplating what Gavin said. You placed your head to Gavin’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. It wasn’t the first time for Gavin to have mission in the evening. Usually he would come back tomorrow morning, or days later, depending on his mission. Gavin always kept secret to his mission as it was confidential but he would let you know bits of it.

“Not even a dinner together with me?” you asked, half hoping Gavin would stay, at least for dinner.

Much to both you and Gavin’s dismay, Gavin shook his head. He wished he could stay for dinner. He really wished he could. But the mission was important. If he was called along with Eli then the mission must be more dangerous than usual. “I’m sorry.” Gavin muttered.

****

Gavin was ready with his backpack on his back when you called him from the kitchen. He exhaled, taking a step to the kitchen. You were there, with a plate in your hand. Gavin did heat the steak in the microwave and told you to wait while he was getting ready. You looked dumbfounded for a second.

“Gavin, did you make this?” you asked, looking the dish with awe.

Gavin smiled, nodding his head.

“Um, is there something important today?” you asked.

Gavin gulped, shaking his head. Today wasn’t the right time. Not now. He would do it again later after his mission. “No, i just wanted to cook something for you. I’m bored at home today.” he lied.

“But it looks so delicious!” you exclaimed happily. But upon seeing Gavin’s backpack, your smiled faltered, turned into a strained smile. “Oh, you have to go now?” you asked, placing the plate on the counter.

Gavin nodded weakly. He was still feel bitter about the whole plan messed up. But work is work. He was needed to go out there and arrest some bad guys. Gavin caressed your face, tucking your loose strand behind your ear. He wouldn’t bored looking at you. But you were having the opposite effect. You tried to look away, feeling shy as your cheek flushed. Gavin placed his hand on your chin, pulled you up to stare at him and close the distance between your lips and his.

Gavin wouldn’t even get bored kissing you.

It was supposed to be a quick goodbye kiss, but Gavin angled his head and placed his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasped right to his mouth and he used the opportunity to licked your lower lips and enter your mouth. Gavin was about to let go but feeling your hands on his neck and the back of his head made him went bold by licking your tongue, sucking it even. The kiss was needy, desperate. The time Gavin felt your legs went limp was the time he released the kiss, holding you steady in his arms. He placed his forehead on yours trying to even out his breathing as he could feel his ear tip went hot while you also trying to calm your breathing.

“...sorry.” Gavin apologized.

“Stop it.” you murmured between your breath. “We’ve been together for years, Gavin. You have the right to kiss me however you want.” you assured him.

“I will contact you as soon as i finished with the mission, okay?” Gavin kissed your forehead.

“Please be careful. I’ll be waiting for you.” you held Gavin’s face in your hand, the latter held your hand in his, humming the sign that he would. Both of you stayed there for a good minute.

You both and Gavin walked to the front door. Gavin opened the door, ready to go out. But he stopped there, exhale and turned around.

“What’s wro--mmph” Gavin kissed your lips before you could finish your sentence. Satisfied when he saw your face turned red and dumbfounded by his sudden action, Gavin chuckled.

“I’ll be home soon.” was Gavin’s last words and then he turned around and waving at you.

But once Gavin gone from your sight as he walked to the elevator, you clutched your hand on your chest. A bad feeling crept on inside your chest.

[part 2]

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darkwritingsnshit · 5 years

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Living the Dream

Chapter 1

Steve didn’t understand why you were so upset. This was what you wanted. He had heard you tell Nat and your brother when you would hang out and chill on the couch. This was your dream. Married to someone who loved you, the two of you would have kids, and you would never have to work, Steve would make sure of that, he would take care of everything. He would always take care of you. So why were you reacting like this? He did not appreciate your attitude.

Your brother worked at Stark Tower, he was a soldier, that’s all your family had been told, that he had special clearance and that he worked for the government, mostly overseas. You hadn’t been close until your mother and father died, and for some reason your brother felt like it was his fault. It most certainly was not, but he made sure you two had a closer relationship after that. He was a soldier, yes, but his government position had him on secret missions, taking government issued “enhancements” and working with superheroes. Not exactly NSA stuff, but not strictly Army either.

Either way, as you two became closer he let you know more about him. It wasn’t your job, but he would occasionally ask you to the Tower, you helped Bruce and Tony with coding and electronics. Your father always had a garage full of half functioning radios, circuit boards, satellite pieces, cables and cars, and out of boredom you had become pretty good at figuring out how to take things apart and put them back together. When you had enough money saved up, you even convinced your father to let you buy one of the first computers that could fit inside the garage, so you could yank it to pieces, just to rebuild it. Most of the Stark tech was far more advanced than you could comprehend, but there were a few things you could tinker with and help Bruce and Tony get into working order.

You weren’t close with people there, but what seemed like workplace friendships developed, and once a week or so you would hang out in the common areas with your brother, movie nights and takeout, and everyone would fall into a pleasant conversation together.

“You know this isn’t my day job, right?” You asked your brother when he called, yet again, and asked you to come give a different perspective to Tony and Bruce. “I have other things to do between 9 and 5, you know that right?”

“Yes, I know that, but this is important. Will you come down after work?” He asked over the phone. “I’ll buy you dinner.” He was trying to bribe you.

“Okay fine, but I’m not going to enjoy it at all. I’m going to complain the entire time.”

“Deal! See you after 5!” Your brother ended the call before you could mutter out another snappy response.

At 5, you ended your last therapy session for the day, and headed towards the tower. Even though you promised your brother you weren’t going to have a good time, the thought of working with your hands made you a little bit happy. You loved your job but getting covered in engine grease and making things whirr had always been a hobby you’d enjoyed.

When you arrived at the tower, your brother didn’t greet you as usual, but instead Steve Rodgers did, Captain America, the self-righteous, stand up guy himself. Steve was always nice to you, but his holier than though attitude rubbed you the wrong way. Not to mention it seemed incredibly hypocritical given that his best friend was a mercenary who spent the last 70 years murdering people for sport. But whatever, he was always kind, and seemed to be politely interested in your life. Hardly the worst person to greet you.

“Hey! Good to see you! You know, you really don’t come down here often enough, we all miss seeing your face around here.” Steve welcomed you with a smile.

“Hey Steve, it’s good to see you too. Do you know where my brother ran off to? He asked me to come over after work but he’s not answering my texts.” Your brother was a godawful communicator. You had told him multiple times that you didn’t understand why he even had a cell phone if he never used it to answer calls or texts.

“Yeah, he and Sam went out on a call. They should be back late tonight or tomorrow morning. He didn’t tell you?” Steve looked confused. But it figured, after all, this was not the first time.

“Well there goes my free dinner.” You huffed. Steve laughed.

“I’m 110% sure that Tony has enough pocket change to get you some dinner. You do a lot of free work for him, he does appreciate it. You want me to help you strongarm him into making a dinner order?” He offered, as the two of you started walking downstairs to Tony’s state of the art laboratory.

“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll just tell him I won’t do any work until he places an order for pad Thai. I’m pretty sure Bruce will join the labor strike, he has a soft spot for spring rolls.” You joked. Steve smiled as you peeked through the glass to see what Tony and Bruce were tinkering with as you approached.

“Hey, will you stay for a movie after you guys are through with your new toys? Nat and I got a couple new releases that we couldn’t see in the theater, we’d love you to join us, like I said, we don’t see enough of you.” Steve looked eager, and almost nervous.

“Sure, depending on how late Tony wants to play with his toys,” you replied, “if it’s not too late I’ll stick around.” Steve smiled so wide you were surprised it didn’t hurt his face.

“Great! I can’t wait- well we can’t wat to see you, the movies are supposed to be good.” Steve waved goodbye as you walked through the lab doors, shrugging into a lab coat, tying your hair up so it didn’t get singed off again by some “toy” Tony neglected to make sure didn’t start fires.

“Okay, what’ve we got today?” Both Tony and Bruce looked up from the bench, happy to see you again.

It wasn’t actually that late, hardly 8pm. You, Bruce and Tony had been able to work out whatever bugs there were in a very short amount of time, and there was a whole mess of Thai food about to be delivered to the Tower. You headed up to the common area, kitchen that opened into a comfy seating area. This is where you came to hang out with your brother, large TV and fast wifi. It was pretty great. Steve and Nat were sitting on opposite couches, bickering about which movie to choose.

“What do you think? You get to choose, you’re the one who’s been getting exploited for your talent down in that lab, you to choose tonight.” Nat piped up once she saw you enter the room.

“Hey, I’m down for whatever, I’m just waiting on my dinner. I’m not getting in a fight over a movie.” You were grateful when Tony came in holding three bags that smelled delicious, and began to get plates out for everyone.

Once they had finally decided on a movie, and everyone had food, you situated yourself on a couch. Steve had decided to encroach on your space by getting far too close on the loveseat you had meant to sit on alone. His thighs pushed against yours as you tried to eat and watch the movie you didn’t really care about paying attention to.

Halfway though, Steve decided to stretch out his arms, which you now found slightly around your shoulders. You didn’t notice how his face darkened when you leaned forward, and you tried to ignore him when he pressed even closer as the movie dragged on. You were annoyed that he was taking up ¾ of the space on the loveseat, but technically this was his residence, and you were a visitor. Besides the movie was almost done, and you were ready to go home, have tea, and collapse into bed.

As you put the dishes in the dishwasher and gathered your things, Steve walked up behind you. This man seemed to be oblivious to the term ‘personal space’ as he was again too close for comfort.

“So, what did you think of the movie?” He asked from behind you.

“It was cute,” you said, “it’s everything someone hopes for, you know? The perfect millennial pipe dream, wonderful and unattainable.” The thoughts of your future were jaded.

“How so? It seemed great to me, perfect, but not unattainable.” Steve replied. You laughed.

“Steve, not a single person I know could have that. We’re millennials. A happy marriage is something only lucky people manage, and the mother not having to work after two kids? Wild. I mean I’d love that, but I could never afford something like that. A beautiful house in that kind of neighborhood, with two kids on a single income? Like I said, it was a good ending, just not something I can see happening in this day and age.” The movie had been good, but the ending lacked substance. Having everything tied up with a bow, a happy marriage, happy kids, happy life, that was just a cop out as far as you were concerned.

“Call me old fashioned, but that’s how it used to be. Mom didn’t work, dad took care of everything. Nuclear family.”

“Shit, yeah, that would be nice. But I don’t know anyone that would actually work out for, certainly not for me.”

“Hey, never say never.” Steve said with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess.” You weren’t too concerned with the nuclear family you were sure was not going to happen.

“It’s dark out there, maybe you should just crash in your brother’s room.”

“I’m okay,” you replied, “I like my own bed.”

“Can I drive you home at least? It’s an eerie city once the sun’s gone down.”

“No, thank you though, I’ve got my own car. I appreciate it.” You had spent enough time in the tower, it was time for rest and relaxation- alone. Too many people and not enough alone time made you uncomfortable, being alone in your cozy apartment always soothed you.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?” Steve asked. You weren’t sure why he was hanging around so much, everyone else had left.

“Yeah, if they need some help. We’ll see what my schedule looks like. I’ll probably be around.” You were waving and walking away, over the conversation, over the night, just ready for some peace.

#dark!steve rogers #dark!captain america #my writing #fics #this is dark yall

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wordsandshawn · 5 years

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“Oh fuck I’m so sorry are you ok?”

a/n: I’m slowly but surely writing some of my old dialogue prompts. Just some wholesome caring/comfort/boyfriend!Shawn. Enjoy!

With shaky hands, you click on Shawn’s contact, calling him, and praying that he’ll pick up. You desperately need him to answer because you need him right now. You’re at your University, just trying to push through finals despite how difficult this last week has been. Shawn is finally home for a bit, but with how much you have going on, you’ve already told him it doesn’t look like you’ll have time to hang out. You have final papers, exams, and presentations. On top of all of that, work has been unusually stressful, and you can’t afford slack there, especially because you need the money.

He doesn’t answer. You need him, and he’s not answering. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before slipping your phone into your pocket. You swallow the tears that are threatening to fall as you continue the trek from one of the libraries back home to your apartment.

You had just gotten off the phone with your mom who informed you that your grandfather was in the hospital because he had a stroke, and that you should come home as soon as possible. You still have two finals to take tomorrow and a big paper to finish by the end of the week, but this news is weighing heavily on your mind and your heart as you desperately want to be back home with your family. You need to be with them, but the earliest you can leave is tomorrow, and you still have to finish packing all of your stuff because you hadn’t planned to be leaving until the end of the week at the earliest, and you have to be completely moved out of your apartment for the summer.

You know that Shawn is busy and that he wants to spend time with his friends and family since he’s back home in Toronto. You also know that you had told him not to make the two-hour drive from Toronto to your University because you knew you wouldn’t have time to actually spend with him, and it wouldn’t be worth it for him to drive all the way over to you. Even so, you’re regretting it right now. More than anything you wish your boyfriend was here to hold you while you cry, to reassure you that things will be alright, to promise that he’ll hold your hand through it all, but he’s not here, and he won’t even answer his damn phone.

After returning to your apartment, you know you should study, but you’re emotionally and physically exhausted and you haven’t slept much all week. Soon, you end up falling asleep on your bed with your books spread out around you.

An hour later, you wake up to find a missed call from Shawn. Everything rushes back to you, and you’re reminded of the phone call with your mom that prompted you to call Shawn in the first place. You immediately text your mom asking for an update on your grandfather, and then you return Shawn’s call.

“Hey baby,” Shawn says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. He has no idea that your whole world is falling apart. Before you get a chance to say hi, Shawn continues. “The guys are over, and we’re going to watch the basketball game here tonight. I was going to get takeout, but I was also thinking of getting that lasagna thing you like and trying to actually do some home cooking. What do you think?” Shawn questions, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re now holding your breath to keep the tears at bay.

“Shawn?” You question, your voice shaky as you can’t even respond to his question.

The tone of his voice immediately changes to one of concern. “What’s wrong?” He questions, all thoughts of the game and dinner completely out of his mind as his only concern is you.

“My granddad had a stroke. He’s in the hospital.”

“Oh, fuck I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”He says in a rush.

You take a deep breath, but the tears still come before you can stop them. “No,” You whisper. You can’t talk anymore because you’re crying.

“Baby, baby,” Shawn says quietly, sadness in his tone. He’s too far away to do anything except speak to you. “Hey, I love you. I’m coming, okay?”

“What?” You manage to choke out, confused for a moment.

“I’m coming to get you.” He answers, not asking for permission.

Silence settles between the two of you for a few moments as you try desperately to contain yourself.

“What about the game?” You finally question, knowing Shawn has plans for the night. He was just telling you about them before you cut in with your information. And even though you’re falling apart, you still feel guilty for ruining his plans.

“I don’t care about the game. I’ll come get you, so you can see your grandad.”

“No,” Everything is overwhelming you because you’re thinking about how much you still have to get done. The scariest thing is that you’re afraid time is running out. “I have exams tomorrow, and I still have to move out. And I still have work until the end of the week. I don’t know what to do, Shawn.” You say, deflated, as you feel yourself falling apart more by the minute. More than anything, you just wish Shawn was here to hold you. It wouldn’t make anything better exactly, but at least you wouldn’t feel so helpless and alone.

“We’ll figure it out. When do you have to move out by?” Shawn questions, his voice steady and even, the only thing keeping you from coming completely undone.

“Friday.” You manage to respond.

“Alright. Let me just get a few things together and then I’ll drive over. I’ll be there as soon as I can, and I’ll help you pack up and study and whatever else. We’ll load my jeep and I’ll bring you back to Toronto tomorrow after your exams, so you can see your grandad. And we’ll figure out the rest later, depending on how everything goes. Does that sound okay?”

“Shawn, you don’t have to come. I can just drive back tomorrow after my exams.” You respond, finally beginning to think clearly. It’ll all work out. You’ll be able to see your granddad tomorrow night. You’ll just have to call in to work and figure out a way to get back in order to pack your stuff up by the end of the week, but it’s only Tuesday, so you have some time. Not much, but some.

“No, I’m coming tonight. I don’t want you driving by yourself. And that way I can help you pack so there’s not as much stuff later.” He responds.

Having Shawn here with you is the option you’d much prefer, so you concede. “Okay, that sounds good.”

“I’ll be out of here in twenty minutes max, so I’ll see you at around seven?”

Your heart swells at the fact that you’ll see your boyfriend so soon. You thought you’d have to wait until the end of the week at least. “Yeah, I can’t wait to see you.” You respond.

“Me too. I love you, y/n.”

“Love you too.”

“Can you do me a favor?” He questions, stopping you from hanging up.

“Yeah,” You respond automatically even though you have no idea what he’s about to ask.

“Go make yourself some tea and relax a bit. I’ll be there soon, but I need to know you’ll be okay until then.”

“I’m okay.” You respond.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.” He promises to text you when he’s leaving, and you tell him to drive safely. When you hang up the phone, you fulfill his request and make yourself some tea before settling down on the couch with your flashcards.

Shawn arrives at around seven, just like he promised. He knocks on your apartment door, and you rush to open it. His arms wrap around you immediately as you melt into his embrace. A part of you can’t believe he’s actually here with you. “I got you,” He mumbles softly as he holds you tightly in his arms.

Finally, the two of you separate, and Shawn asks, “Have you eaten?”

“No.” You answer simply. You can’t remember if you’ve eaten at all today, really.

“What do you feel like having?” Shawn questions, and you only shrug in response. It’s not a hard question, but food is the last thing you’ve been thinking about lately. “Pizza? From that place down the street?” He offers, “Or we can get sushi? Burritos, pasta?” He lists options.

“I don’t know.” You lowly whine.

“Okay,” He responds softly, leaning in and kissing you on the forehead. “Pasta?” You nod, and he says, “I’ll postmate it. There’s that one place we got it from last time. It was pretty good.” He pulls out his phone and starts ordering the pasta still standing in the middle of your living room. He’s very task oriented, so his first task is to make sure you’re fed. Just step one in making sure you’re okay. You take his hand and pull him towards your couch. He follows, still tapping away on his phone. He sits down, making room for you to curl up by his side, which you do immediately. He wraps an arm around you. “Garlic bread?” He questions, half to himself because when you don’t respond right away, he nods, and says, “Yeah.”

After a few more seconds, he asks, “Chicken alfredo and baked ziti sound good?” Even though he knows the answer. Those are your two favorites, so you never say no to either of them.

Once the order is placed, Shawn puts his phone to the side and turns his attention toward you. “Hey,” He whispers, studying you for a moment.

“Hey,” You respond, resting your head against his shoulder, treasuring how safe you feel in his arms.

“How’s your granddad?”

“My mom said he’s stable for now. They’re all at the hospital though.”

“I know you want to be there. We’ll be there soon.” He responds, recognizing the wistfulness in your tone.

Shawn holds you in his arms until the food arrives. You talk about everything and nothing, a good distraction from all the stressful things you’ve been focusing on lately. After dinner, Shawn insists on packing for you despite the fact that it’s getting late and you told him you could do it, or at least help him. Even though you want to be able to help him, you have to get to studying for your exams in the morning since you don’t feel prepared at all.

Shawn can read you like a book, one perk of knowing you so long and so well. “Study, just keep an eye on me to make sure I’m doing it right.” Shawn says once he’s retrieved the boxes from his car that he had brought with him.

So that’s how you spend the night, soft music playing from your laptop as you study out loud, mostly talking to yourself, and Shawn wanders around your apartment packing everything that’s yours. Luckily your roommate had gone home since her finals were only later in the week, she wouldn’t be back until the next morning.

It’s two am when you finally put your books away and Shawn climbs into bed beside you. He pulls you closer to himself, and you already know you’ll sleep well tonight with him by your side. “Y/n?” Shawn mumbles as you’re almost falling asleep.

“Yeah?” You sleepily respond.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” You don’t respond because you’re so sleepy, but hearing Shawn say those words again makes you really believe them.

#Shawn Mendes #Shawn Mendes imagine #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes #Shawn Mendes blurb #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes imagine

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dc41896 · 5 years

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My Bad (1)

Hey guys! So I thought this was gonna be an average length story, but my brain decided to add more and more stuff, which is why this now has to be multiple parts lol. There’s only 1 more part after this one though so don’t worry, and hopefully it’s not too long or boring for you guys. I got the idea for this imagine after listening to the song My Bad by Khalid, so if you guys want to listen to it, I recommend it and think it’s a really good song :). Ok I think that’s everything I wanted to say, so I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Maybe a pinch of angst towards the end. Pretty much all fluff in this first part though (if there's anything I need to add to this section, feel free to let me know!)

Word Count: 3,629 (again sorry if it’s long)

“Ok Masias, how’s everything looking for Flo’s party this weekend?” you ask sitting on the counter top, phone in hand ready to make any necessary calls to check on anything. “As of right now, everything is set. I called all our friends and all who can make it plan to be there,” he answered leaning back on the counter opposite of you, one foot crossed over the other.

This party was about a month in the making and you wanted to make sure everything was perfect. You had the idea to throw a big, yet intimate, birthday for Florian with all his friends and family there since he wasn’t able to see everyone as often as he wanted.

With Florian being the amazing person he was to any and everyone around him, you also wanted to show him how loved and appreciated he is. Plus everyone deserved to have an amazing and memorable birthday!

One of the jobs you were in charge of was reserving the venue, which would be the hookah lounge that him and his friends frequented since everyone knew where it was. You also needed to figure out the food that would be there as well as the cake, while Masias was in charge of invitations. Well basically texting everyone and saying what was happening.

“Okay great! Now I just have to figure out what to get him,” you answer taking a sip from the water bottle next to you. “I can help you pick out some things if you want? I know the main places he goes to shop here in Germany,” he suggests taking turns looking at you and his phone to answer messages.

“Thanks Masias that’ll be perfect! Why don’t we go tomorrow since we’ll already be out from having to go to the lounge to run through some final things?” you ask now fiddling with your phone to set reminders for everything you needed to do. “Yea that’s fine, just let me know what time works best for you. I gotta head out to meet up with some people, but let me know if anything comes up about Operation Colossus,” he smiles uncrossing his feet to stand up.

“Ok and will do,” you laugh remembering the codename you guys created for his party while following him to the front door. Just as he was about to open it, a slight push from the other side startled both of you as you jumped back to avoid potentially getting hit.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t hit anyone did I?” Florian asks now able to fully open the door and see you and Masias on the other side. “Hey bro! No we’re fine, I was about to open the door to leave when you opened it first,” Masias laughs followed by you and Florian.

“Wait leave? And so soon? I didn’t even know you were coming over,” Florian responds putting his keys and gym bag down. “Yea I was gonna surprise you, but Y/N told me you weren’t here, so I was gonna come back some other time. Plus I gotta go do something so I need to head out,” Masias answers, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright talk to you later,” Florian says as Masias waves goodbye to the both of you and walks out. Fearing that Florian was probably starting to put two and two together of his birthday plans, you quickly try to change the subject and distract him from whatever may be going on in his mind.

“So how was your workout?” you ask sitting on the arm of the couch, smiling up at the man in front of you. “It was good! We pretty much did the same workouts and just amped it up a bit,” he answers leaning down to kiss your forehead then your lips, “Since I’m not doing anything tomorrow, I was thinking I could show you some things around town.”

“That sounds great, but I have a conference call tomorrow and knowing them it might take a while,” you respond feeling slightly uneasy from the guilt of lying. Given it was a small lie and was for a good cause, you never lied to Florian and hoped he wouldn’t be upset at you not being able to hang out.

“I thought you said you were completely free of work stuff?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and now playing with your hands. “Yea I thought I was, but it’s like a check-in meeting to see how everyone is performing and to talk about company info,” you smile hoping he’d stop with the questions.

“Oh…ok, well how about we go out later that night then? We could go to the hookah place I told you about and you can meet some of my other friends,” Florian suggests moving to pick up his gym bag. “I don’t really do hookah, but yea that sounds great!” you softly laugh, Florian joining in directly after.

“You’ll be alright I promise. I’ll be right back let me take a shower really quick,” he says turning to walk towards the bathroom, and leaving you to release a small sigh of relief that he seemingly hadn’t caught on to anything.

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Knowing you had a good amount of tasks to do, you made sure to wake up early the next morning. Specifically, earlier than Florian so he wouldn’t possibly mess up the plan you had created in order to do everything you had to without him getting suspicious.

First you were gonna go to the hookah bar to have a final run through of the party details, next the cake shop to order one for the party, then gift shopping, and lastly make it back in time to go out with Florian. Perfect foolproof plan, so what could go wrong?

After quietly exiting the apartment as to not wake sleeping beauty, you meet Masias out front to begin your errands. “Hi my name is Y/N, and I’m here to go over details for a party I’m having here tomorrow,” you introduce yourself walking up to the front desk.

“Oh yes! I remember speaking to you,” Adan, the manager of about average height with an accent mixed with German and something you couldn’t decipher, cheerily answered, “Follow me this way and we’ll go through everything we discussed.”

Following closely behind, he led you and Masias to a section of the lounge that was a little more private so everyone else there would be unable to hear about the party. So far everything that was read back to you was right and exactly how you asked which made you even more excited.

That night the place would be closed to the public, and there would be security standing at both the front entrance and the one leading to the back patio to make sure no one got in who wasn’t supposed to be there. Everyone could freely walk between the indoor and outdoor areas while all the food would be inside, and the cake would come out an hour after you guys had arrived.

Before you could get to the final cost of everything, Adan was called away by one of his employees to help handle a small situation. “Hopefully this goes by quick,” you thought sitting back in the plush black couch cushion.

Quickly checking your phone, you see four new messages from Florian all a few minutes apart.

😜❤️Flo-zilla❤️😜: Morning love😘! Where did you go? And how did you get there? I could’ve driven you

😜❤️Flo-zilla❤️😜: You didn’t have to leave to have your conference call because I was sleep, you wouldn’t have woken me up. Unless I snore too loud then I’m sorry😬 lol

😜❤️Flo-zilla❤️😜: Let me know when you get done with your call. I can pick you up and we can go eat

😜❤️Flo-zilla❤️😜: Sorry for the back to back messages, I promise I’m done now lol. LOVE YOU!!😘😘

“Why does he have to be so cute!,” you thought to yourself with a smile, opening your phone to send him a message so he wouldn’t worry.

Y/N: Morning! Well afternoon now lol, and I went to a coffee shop in town. No you don’t snore too loud 😂 I just didn’t want to wake you if I talked too loud and I got an Uber. Love you too💋💋!! I gotta go back to my call so I’ll talk to you later 🥰

Five minutes turned into 10, which then turned into 15 and so on, until the same employee who took Adan away came back with a hookah and two hoses, making you and Masias look at each other in confusion. As soon as she placed it on the table, he began to speak in German to her, probably telling her that you guys weren’t customers but here to talk to the manager.

After going back and forth a couple times, she leaves without taking the hookah back with her, confusing you even more. “She said that Adan’s gonna take a little longer then he thought. So he had her bring this over so we could do something while we wait. He also said it’s on the house and he won’t take no for answer,” Masias explained picking up the hose closest to him.

“Oh, well that was nice of him,” you say with a small smile picking up the other hose and examining it as if it was a clue from a crime scene. “I’m gonna be honest with you Masias I’ve never done this before so I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Hold on, you mean to tell me in the amount of time that you and Flo have been together, he hasn’t taken you to hookah?!,” he asks with a shocked expression on his face as he blows out the remaining smoke he inhaled. “No, we’re actually supposed to come here tonight, but depending on how long this takes I’m not sure if that’ll still happen,” you softly laugh, more so to yourself than out loud.

“Alright I know the hookah probably looks complicated, but it’s not. All you do is suck in like with a straw and then blow out,” Masias explained while also demonstrating it for you. “Also when you suck in, this water should bubble. If it’s not then you’re probably not doing it hard enough, or the hookah could be messed up but that’s an explanation for another time.”

“Ok let me try,” you say taking the hose and doing everything like he showed you. As you inhaled, you saw the water bubble and felt the smoke move from your mouth to your throat, causing you to cough uncontrollably before you could even try to breathe it out.

“Don’t inhale too deeply,” he instructed trying not to laugh at your reaction, but failing as he chuckled while placing a glass of water in front of you. “Just try to keep it to your mouth, don’t puff out your cheeks though.”

Following his instructions, you kept the smoke in your mouth, remembering not to breathe in too deeply, then blew out a fog like cloud of smoke when you were ready. “See you got it! Not so bad right?,” he asked before blowing out his own cloud.

“No it’s not. I think I got the hang of it now,” you smile, repeating your earlier movements and blowing out your smoke again. Still waiting on Adan to get back, you and Masias talked getting to know each other more.

He told you about his life and childhood, which included funny stories of him and Florian as kids. In return, you told him about your life growing up in a small town, while also showing him old pictures of your family and friends.

By the time the coals were pretty much done on the hookah, Adan reappeared apologizing for taking so long. Apparently a group of customers were having a problem with paying since majority of them wanted it to be split equally, but a couple of them were saying they hardly used the hookah, so they felt they shouldn’t have to pay anything.

Needless to say, he was glad that the situation was handled and he could focus on something less dramatic and petty. After telling you guys the final cost and you paying, you and Masias both left to go to the cake shop, which you hoped wouldn’t take long and further alter your plans for today.

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“Ok what do you think about this shirt?,” you ask walking over to Masias holding up a plain grey short sleeve shirt. “Huh? Yea it’s great,” he replied, not really paying attention to you or the shirt in your hand.

“Alright that’s the third time I’ve asked you something and you haven’t been paying attention. Who is she?,” you ask with a smirk folding your arms over your chest. “Sorry Y/N, and wait how do you know it’s a girl I’m looking at?,” he asks a little shocked at how you knew what was distracting him.

“I have three older brothers, so I’d like to think I know a little something about guys and the things they do,” you reply jokingly flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Is she behind me? Let me see!”

“No! Don’t turn around then she’ll know we’re talking about her,” he whispers looking behind you to make sure she didn’t hear. “Calm down. I know what I’m doing,” you say sauntering over to another part of the store as if you were looking at an article of clothing.

You continued these nonchalant movements while seemingly scrolling through your phone until you ended up close enough to softly say something in her direction and her easily hearing you. Taking turns looking from you to a random pair of jeans in front of him during the whole interaction, he hoped and prayed that this wouldn’t come back to bite him.

“What did you just do?,” Masias asked slightly afraid to hear your answer. “Just wait and see,” you smirked walking past him to another section of shirts.

As soon as you passed him, the woman, who you heard introduce herself as Ellie, walked up to Masias and began talking to him in German. And from their constant smiles and giggles, seemed to be having a great conversation at that. “Thank you Google Translate for teaching me how to say he’s single,” you thought to yourself watching their adorable interaction.

Finally finished with everything, Masias dropped you off in front of Florian’s place before giving you a quick hug and telling you goodbye. He would’ve come inside to sit for a while, but he had a date with Ellie later to get ready for and wanted to try to squeeze in a haircut beforehand.

“Thank you again for the ride today and helping me with everything! I really appreciate it and I know Flo will too,” you smile standing on the drivers side of the car with him to make sure Florian wouldn’t see in the event he heard the car pull up and was looking out the window.

“No problem you know I’m always here to help. But I should really be the one thanking here! You got me the date tonight,” he excitedly smiles holding up his hand to give you a high five. “You know I got your back Masias. Anytime you need a wingwoman, call me,” you respond lightly hitting your chest and causing both of you to laugh. “Have fun tonight and don’t forget you have all of Flo’s gifts in your car.”

“Thanks and yea I won’t forget. Once I get home, I’ll put them by the front door so I’ll be sure to grab them for tomorrow,” he replies. Saying goodbye again, Masias got in his car as you walked to the front door, pulling off after seeing you get inside ok.

Placing your shoes by the front door, you walk to Florian’s room to see him sitting in bed watching TV. “Did you Uber again? I told you to call me when you got done with everything,” he states moving to sit up straighter.

“Yea I know babe, but my phone died so I couldn’t call you to come pick me up,” you answer while getting your lounge clothes to change into. “If your phone died, then how did you get an Uber?,” he questioned pausing whatever was on the screen.

And this is another reason why you didn’t like to lie. You weren’t any good at it.

“Wait did I say Uber? I meant I got a cab, I’m sorry. The call had so much information that my brain is literally mush right now,” you softly laugh walking towards the bathroom. “Hey what are doing? We were supposed to go out tonight remember?,” he asks pointing to your sweats and one of his oversized shirts in your hand.

“I know but can we go out tomorrow instead? I’m really tired and just want to be lazy tonight,” you plead giving your best puppy dog eyes and making Florian lightly chuckle. “Yea that’s fine we can go tomorrow, I’ll just let the guys know we won’t be there.”

“Well if you want, you can still go. I won’t have a problem with it,” you respond, leaning on the bathroom doorframe. “Nah I’m not going without you, I can meet them another night,” Florian answers holding his arms open for you to hug him like the oversized teddy bear he is.

As soon as your body met his, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed all over your face, making you giggle and try to slide out of his grip, which only caused him to hold on tighter. However now being so close to you, he could smell smoke in your hair and coming from your clothes.

“Y/N why do you smell like smoke?,” he asked loosening his grip on you. “Oh um that’s probably from people smoking outside while I was waiting on the cab to come home,” you answer trying your best to sound confident even though you felt yourself start to sweat.

“That’s not cigarette smoke though, it smells flavored as if it’s hookah,” he replies now fully letting go of you to cross his arms over his chest and let you stand up. “Yea they were smoking hookah, they set it up outside the coffee place,” you say again trying to not give your nervousness away.

“I guess what I’m not understanding is that if all that was outside, then it wouldn’t smell as strong on you. It’s almost as if you were in a hookah bar for a long period of time,” he continued, eyes now not as soft as they usually were.

“I don’t know maybe it was a stronger grade of it or something,” you suggest picking up your clothes from the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower to try to get the smell off.”

“Alright I’ll be here,” Florian said with a small smile before you kissed him on the cheek and made your way to the bathroom. Shortly after hearing the water from the shower cut on along with your music, his phone vibrating on the bedside table brought Florian out of his thoughts on what just happened.

Hey man long time no see!! I saw Masias and Y/N at the store today but I didn’t see you. Figured you were probably busy. How’ve you been tho?

“The store? She didn’t mention anything about going to the store, nor anything about Masias,” Florian thought. Now things were even more confusing to him. Why were you being so secretive and suddenly hanging out with his brother more?

He tried to listen to his conscience, which was telling him that there had to be a logical reason for all the secrecy. But the doubtful voice was louder right now and telling him that he was about to experience heartbreak again.

Hearing the shower cut off, he waited for you to walk out to see what your answer would be. Maybe it just slipped your mind that you went with Masias since you were so tired.

Why would Masias not say anything about it then? This was beginning to become too much for Florian and making him want to run away from everything currently happening.

“Ok I think I smell better now,” you laugh as you walk over to him, sticking out your arm for him to smell once in front of him. “Yea you smell good love,” he answers after sniffing your arm then kissing your hand. “So all you did today was stay at the coffee shop?”

“Yea the call lasted pretty much all day,” you answer putting your dirty clothes in the hamper with his. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh nothing just wanted to see if you ate anything. Seeing as though you were in there all day, you’re probably starving,” he stated standing up to walk out the room. “I am! Can we get Chinese?,” you excitedly ask plopping down on the bed to climb under the covers.

“Yea I was thinking that too. I’m gonna go get the menu from the kitchen,” he responds looking at his phone and walking out before you could say anything else. Florian couldn’t believe you just lied to his face, the ultimate form of disrespect in his opinion.

Masias was his brother who had already been through so much with him. You both knew how much the other meant to him, yet this is what you guys did behind his back.

He wanted to call Masias over so he could lash out at both of you right then and there, but he also didn’t want to see either one of your faces right now. Instead, he decided to wait until tomorrow to confront the both of you on what was really going on and wouldn’t take any more lies.

To Be Continued....

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stripper-patrick · 5 years

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Work Shift❄️ Ethan Dolan

Warnings: strippers, lap dance, teasing, CEO! Ethan, little bit of fluff

Relationship: Ethan Dolan x black plus sized reader

My music hits and I take the stage confidently. I wrap my hand around the pole and bounce my ass to the beat of my song Beef FloMix by Flo Milli.

I like cash and my hair to my ass (I do)

Do the dash, can you make it go fast? (Go, go)

Fuck the fame, all I want is them bands (Money)

If she keep on muggin', I'ma steal her man (I got him)

I bend over letting it bounce. I can see a man watching me.

Damn he’s fine. I stand up straight and look directly into his eyes lifting myself up on the pole. I wrap my legs around it securing myself and I turn upside down sticking my tongue out. Money is flying everywhere and luckily I don’t see any $1 bills in sight. They’re all 20’s 50’s and even 100’s. The man is still watching me.

Soon the song ends and I grab all of my cash and walk backstage where I see my friend Kiana.

“Hey did you kill it?”

“Hell yes and there was a fine ass dude out there staring at me”

“Girl you better hop on it you know that’s rare to find a cute one here” I nod in agreeableness

“So does this mean your gonna have to quit being a stripper cause I don’t think I can do this without you” she smiles

“Depending on what time I get off” I start my new job tomorrow and I’m very excited but I will miss dancing.

“Well since you said there’s a cute one go give him a show” she winks. I stash my money away in my locker and nod. “Why not one time for the one time” I change into a very revealing 2 piece and go out to the bar. I watch the guys every move as he watches me. He’s so mysterious. I walk up to Joey who’s serving drinks.

“Lemme get a double decker”

“Make that two please” I look back seeing the man. I smile. He pulls out a $100 and hands it to Joey.

“They’re very expensive I hope you know” I say

“I know” He whips up our drinks and his eyes are trained on me.

“What’s your name?”

“Honey you?” “Ethan”

“Nice to meet you” our drinks are set in front of us and I grab mine.

“A toast?” He suggests. I nod and wait “to tonight”

“To tonight” we cheers and throw it back.

“That’s good” I smile

“Do you want a dance?” I ask

“Sure” I grab his large hand and take him to the back of the club. He sits down and I straddle his lap grinding on him slowly. “How long you been doing this?”

“About 3 years” he nods

“Can I?” His hand is near my ass and I nod. He rests it on there squeezing occasionally. I bite my lip and wrap my arms around his neck grinding upwards “So Honey... what’s your real name?”

“I don’t disclose that” I stand up and turn around. He smacks my ass and I smile laughing.

“You single?”

“Maybe maybe not”

“Mhmm” Once the song is over I stand up. He hands me 200 dollars “the dances are only $50”

“I know Honey” he winks and stands up walking away. I stuff the money in my bra and keep working.

...

I wake up and turn off my alarm. I groan standing up and walking into the bathroom tripping over my duffle bag. I brush my teeth and wash my face before starting on my hair and makeup.

I finish within 5 minutes not wanting to do too much for my first day. I go to my closet and grab a blue blouse. I pair it with some black pants and nude heels. I grab some jewelry and my purse making sure I grab my computer before leaving out.

...

I enter the building on time and take a minute to look around. There are people running around like crazy and I look at the big office with the foggy glass. A girl approaches me with a smile.

“Hi you must be new. I’m Courtney”

“Nice to meet you I’m Y/N” I shake her hand and we begin walking.

“I’m gonna take you to the boss’s office so you can get settled” we arrive and she knocks lightly.

“Come in” his voice sounds familiar. Courtney opens the door and I look ahead seeing Ethan from last night. No fucking way. I can tell he’s just as shocked as I am.

“Shut the door” Ethan says sternly. Courtney shuts it coming in and he stares at her. She nods leaving and closing it behind her.

“Please have a seat”

“Good morning Mr. Dolan”

“Good morning... Honey”

“I notice you remember me from last night”

“I do in fact you were on my mind all night” his voice is deep and his cologne fills the room in the best way.

“Was I? I’m glad I left a good impression but I’m also nervous that it will impact my career here”

“Don’t worry about that” he grabs my resume and reads over it smiling to himself “ok so your good in math excellent if I may add”

“Yes sir”

“So you’ll be on my team where you’ll calculate business deals and offers seeing if they’re good or not”

“Great”

“In fact we have a meeting today and I’d like for you to accompany me since I recently fired Madeline. She had the same job as you but acted inappropriately towards the dealers”

“If I may... what did she do so I know to steer clear of that behavior?”

“She tried to fuck me and other men here” he says bluntly as if we were talking about the weather.

“Yes sir” I nod. Ethan stands tall and I do the same. He opens the door for me and I walk out waiting for him to lead the way. He locks his office and we walk outside.

“I’ll show you your office tomorrow” I nod trying to keep up with him in these damn heels. He stops abruptly in front of a Ferrari. My jaw drops and I look at him.

“What”

“This car is beautiful”

“Thank you” he opens the door for me

“Where are we going?”

“The meeting” I look at him and step in the car. I sit my purse under my legs and he shuts the door before jogging to the other side. His car is so luxurious that I’m afraid if I move I’ll damage it. I most definitely can not afford the repairs.

Ethan gets in and starts the car letting it rev up. He places his hand behind my headrest and backs out before pulling off at a lightning speed.

“So this meeting will basically entail these three company’s are each offering x amount of money to be partners with my business which is number one in the world”

“It must be fun doing this and alone I assume”

“It’s only fun if you make it which I try every now and then” I nod

“You look stiff”

“If I damage your car in any sort of way I’ll have to give you my liver for it” I smile. He watches me then goes back to the road.

In due time we arrive at a large building in the heart of California. It’s called Jefferson Trade Co.

We get out and he helps me. His hands are soft and I see a few tattoos as well. He shuts the door and walks in ahead of me holding the door. A real gentleman.

“Thank you” he walks up to the reception desk and I look up looking at the ceiling. It’s very intricate and beautiful. “Y/N” I snap my head forward and Ethan is waiting for me along with the receptionist.

“Sorry” I catch up and we get into an elevator. It has clear windows which view the entire city.

“Wow” I turn around and feels Ethan’s eyes on my butt. He comes down to my ear “last night was amazing” I smile to myself continuing to look. The door dings. I look at the floor and we’re on the 15th.

“We’re really high up”

“Yea”

“Right this way” we exit the elevator and head to the huge meeting room. It looks like it could hold 200 people. I see a row of gentlemen and a middle seat. I’m assuming for Ethan.

“Mr. Dolan it’s nice to meet you”

“Ethan please” he smiles shaking everyone’s hand. I’m the only woman here. “Who’s this?” The men eye me like a full course meal. Pigs. “This is Y/N she’s the brains of the room she’ll be calculating for us”

“How do you do” a man kisses my hand and I smile.

“Now if you gentlemen will stop staring at her like that and we can get this meeting started” Ethan sits and down and I realize there’s no more chairs for me. Luckily there’s a long table for high chairs... but no high chairs. I set my purse down and take out my computer opening Microsoft word and getting started on the notes. “Uh can you please say your name once you present so I can write it down” they nod and the first man stands up.

“Ok first up August Montgomery” Ethan says “do you want a chair?”

“No I’m ok”

“Get her a chair” August walks out and grabs a chair for me. Ethan pulls it next to him and I smile thanking him. I set my computer on the table and sit next to Ethan.

“Thank you Mr. Dolan” “Ethan” I nod. August starts his presentation stating why his and our company would be a perfect match.

I grab a pen and my notebook writing down his calculations as well as ours seeing if there’s more damage than prosperity to our company. I’ve done my research on us.

Once Mr. Montgomery is finished with his presentation next is the man that kissed my hand. Ethan looks at me “Kevin Cordell” I nod typing his name. His hand accidentally touched my thigh and I blush slightly and keep typing.

....

We’ve concluded the meeting and I place my laptop in my bag. “Uh do you wanna grab something to eat?” He asks

“Sure” we walk all the way back to his car where he helps me in and gets in himself.

“Have you heard of Sarabellum?”

“I have but there stuff is expensive”

“I know have you ever been though?”

“No”

“Let’s go”

“Wait Mr. Dolan-“ “Ethan” he corrects

“Ethan I can’t possibly afford the food”

“Ok I’m paying for you”

“No Ethan I can’t ask you to do that”

“Your not asking me sweetheart I’m telling you”

“I’m going to pay you back”

“Ok” he smirks

....

We’re in the restaurant and I’m looking around.

“I love how observant you are. That’s a good thing for the work you’ll be doing for me” I smile and the waitress comes up and orders our drinks.

“Can I have a water please”

“Bourbon” she nods and leaves. I look at the menu and my eyes settle for a chicken Caesar salad. 27.67 for a salad.

I look seeing Ethan’s eyes already on mine.

“What?” he shakes his head “Nothing I think I’ll get the chicken breast”

“Are we ready?” The waitress asks. Ethan looks at me and I nod. “I’ll have the chicken Caesar salad”

“Are you sure?” I nod he nods “I’ll have the chicken breast”Once we finish eating he drives me back to the lot and walks me to my car.

“You can go home for the day I couldn’t imagine doing that much math” I shrug “It’s easy if you don’t think about it”

“What about mistakes?” I smile “There are none of you’ve been doing it as long as I have” I smile. I grab my purse going in it. I give him $30 and he shoos it away. “Nope I’m not taking it. I could make that money in a minute”

“Ethan please”

“No it’s 100% ok”

“Fine” I shove the money back in my purse and shake his hand before walking back to my car.

Part 2??

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