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#it’s 6 something in the morning and freezing so sorry if these aren’t funny but they are to me
milimeters-morales · 1 year
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how i think some memes would be like in spider-man’s new york
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dahbeez · 3 years
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1. "You're such a dork."
2. "Get over here, you doof."
3. "Cheeky."
4. "You're so needy."
5. "Kiss me again."
6. "You're so adorable!"
7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"
8. "I'm just so happy!"
9. "I can't stop smiling."
10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."
11. "You are being extra sweet today."
12. "Oh, look at you!"
13. "Your eyes are so pretty."
14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."
15. "Thank you for staying with me."
16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."
17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."
18. "You're like my hero/heroine."
19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."
20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."
@drink-it-write-it​
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21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."
22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"
23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"
24. "OH you're jealous!"
25. "Can we stay like this forever?"
26. "Please just kiss me already."
27. "I think you might be my soulmate."
28. "Sleep over? Please?"
29. "Are we on a date right now?"
30. "I think I'm in love with you."
31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"
32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."
33. "I wish we could live together already."
34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."
35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."
36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"
37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"
38. "Give me attention."
39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."
40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."
41. "Did you just hiss at me?"
@wishiwasanavenger-archive​
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42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"
43. "Can I kiss you?"
44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.” 
45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."
46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."
47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"
48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."
49. "God, you are so fucking cute."
50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."
51. "Oh no... they're cute."
52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"
53. "God, I love your face."
54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"
55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."
56. "I'm already home."
57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."
58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"
59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."
60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"
61. "Would it help if I stayed?"
62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."
63. "God, you're pretty."
64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"
65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"
66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."
67. "You're so warm!"
68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"
69. "You always look beautiful."
70. "Your hands are so small!"
71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"
72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."
73. "Here, let me just–" 
74. "You're really special to me."
75. "That tickles!"
76. "We only have one room left for the night..."
77. "Naps are life, okay?"
78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."
79. "I had the weirdest dream..."
80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."
81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."
82. "I love your voice."
83. "Put me down! I can walk!"
84. "Can... can you come over?"
85. "You're the best."
86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."
87. "I thought you liked love songs!"
88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."
89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."
90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."
91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."
92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."
93. "Let me carry that."
94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."
95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."
96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"
97. "It's always time for a milkshake."
98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."
99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."
100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"
101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."
102. "Oh my God, I love you."
103. "I told you to bring a jacket."
@writings-of-a-hufflepuff​
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104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"
105. "It's you, it always has been."
106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."
107. "Kiss me."
108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."
109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."
110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."
111. "I'd do anything for you."
112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."
113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."
114. "I'm so proud of you."
115. "You are my family."
116. "I'm right here."
117. "Can you just please hold me?"
118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."
119. "This reminded me of you."
120. "Your hair is really soft."
121. "Are you blushing?"
122. "Can I stay here tonight?"
123. "Because I love you."
124. "Make a wish!"
125. "I love seeing you smile."
126. "You're just a softie."
127. "You are crushing me right now."
128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."
129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."
130. "You're the only thing that matters."
131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"
132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"
133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"
134. "Don't let go."
135. "Stay."
@blisfvll​
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136. "You smell really nice."
137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."
138. "You're comfy."
139. "But I want to hear you sing."
140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."
141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"
142. "Your bed head is really cute."
143. "How about a kiss?"
144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"
145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"
146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."
147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"
148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."
149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"
150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."
151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."
152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."
153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."
154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."
155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."
156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."
157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."
158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."
@marauder-exe​
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159. "It's not funny!"
160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."
161. "Hurry back."
162. "I can't take you seriously."
163. "Problem solved."
164. "That was embarrassing."
165. "It's freezing in here."
@love-me-a-good-prompt​
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166. "I love you, baby."
167. "Hey, cutie."
168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."
169. "You're my world."
170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."
171. "You are so perfect."
172. "Marry me?"
173. "You're the best part of me."
174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."
175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"
176. "Come here, I need to hug you."
177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."
178. "You're the one."
@raggedy-dxctor​
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179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"
180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"
181. "You owe me a kiss."
182. "How did you get in here?"
183. "That's not even fair."
184. "You promised me a cookie!"
185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."
186. "You're not very intimidating."
187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."
188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."
189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"
@whcczes​
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190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."
191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."
192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."
@moanlightlust​
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193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"
194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."
195. "I'm here."
196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."
197. "I was born to be yours."
198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"
199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"
200. "You'll always be my favourite person."
201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."
202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."
203. "I'm yours. Forever."
204. "You always know how to cheer me up."
205. "I... I lost the ring."
206. "Will you be mine?"
207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."
208. "You saved my life."
209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"
210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."
211. "We're a team, remember?"
212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."
213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."
214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"
215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."
216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."
217. "I love you just the way you are."
218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"
219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"
220. "You make me feel pretty."
221. "You'll always be my best girl."
222. "Never hide yourself from me."
223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"
224. "I'll never give up on you."
225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."
226. "That prank went so wrong."
227. "Care to dance, my love?"
228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"
229. "You're too good to me."
230. "Is it that time of the month?"
231. "Can I braid your hair?"
232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."
233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"
234. "I got you."
235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."
236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"
237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."
238. "Because I care about you!"
239. "I just wanted to impress you."
240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."
241. "Did you just puke on me?"
242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."
243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"
244. "Could you sing to me?"
245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"
246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"
247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."
248. "A mistletoe? Really?"
249. "Will you join me, love?"
250. "I have feelings for you."
251. "You are the reason."
252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."
253. "You have a lovely name."
254. "You're my everything."
255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."
@voilawind​
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blu-joons · 2 years
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blu-joons’ prompt list
Below are the new 100 prompts for my prompt list! When requesting please make sure that you add what member you are requesting for and which prompts (you can request a combination if you wish!) Unlike previous lists, when requesting please add at least just a hint of a storyline that you would like me to include, it doesn’t have to be too detailed, but I’d like to make sure that you get something similar to what you want! Usual request guidelines apply aside from this!
1.      There is such thing as boundaries
2.      Just let go of me
3.      What about a fresh start?
4.      We can make a go of things again, right?
5.      Don’t leave me. Stay here
6.      This isn’t a friendship, at least not for me
7.      I think I love you
8.      Say that one more time
9.      What did they have for you that I didn’t?
10.   Stop with all the lies
11.   I did not expect to see you in my shirt first thing this morning
12.   Take one step forward, I dare you
13.   I’ll confiscate that mirror soon
14.   I think a baby is just what we need
15.   Tour is the best adventure in the world
16.   I just want to be enough for you
17.   All I want is the chance to go home
18.   Do you hear how stupid you sound right now?
19.   Nobody should be this harsh on themselves
20.   What’s the rest of our lives?
21.   Just be you, that’s all that I need
22.   I can forgive, but I can’t forget
23.   Let’s not do anything too quickly
24.   What made you think that would be a good idea?
25.   Being with you just makes my heart comfortable
26.   I’m only ever a phone call away
27.   Let’s just move on from this one
28.   Y/N, you’re bleeding?
29.   I always have time for you
30.   Everything that we had you’ve ruined
31.   How did you manage to create such a mess?
32.   Stop pretending that you’re fine
33.   I’ll be waiting, always
34.   Keep your eyes closed and it won’t come to an end
35.   I always thought that love was a funny thing
36.   Our children will be beautiful, I know it
37.   I’m not a puppet that you can toy with
38.   You can’t just give up like that
39.   What’s a relationship without a few hurdles in between?
40.   IKEA is fun, no matter how many times you argue otherwise
41.   Falling asleep doesn’t feel right without you
42.   If you keep staring at me like that, you’ll freeze
43.   Do I have stars in my eyes?
44.   There’s a suitcase already packed for you upstairs
45.   Can you play with my hair?
46.   I never felt the same, I’m sorry
47.   Aren’t you just so irresistible?
48.   That’s it? You’ve finished it?
49.   You really think that you can take me on?
50.   You want me to smile as if nothing has happened?
51.   I bet I can read your mind
52.   Thousands of miles are between us right now
53.   You mean to say you’ve never been kissed before?
54.   There’s no rush to get up, is there?
55.   Let me take care of you if you won’t
56.   This is my home not a hotel
57.   The artwork in this place is so much more cultured than you
58.   Take a look in the mirror and see that you’re not perfect
59.   Who called you and told you where I was?
60.   How is pregnancy not the best thing ever?
61.   He’s not as weak as he looks actually
62.   They mean nothing to me anymore
63.   As you are right now, is perfect in my eyes
64.   I’m so content doing nothing with you
65.   It’s called a date, didn’t you know?
66.   How can I control myself when I’m around you?
67.   You sound just like my mum
68.   I keep listening to the little devil on my shoulder
69.   Wherever the globe stops, we go
70.   I wake up in the mornings and feel like I need to pinch myself
71.   Don’t you see that you’re breaking my heart?
72.   You’re numbingly sweet and adorable
73.   Everyone around you always wants to smile
74.   I don’t tell people that I love them for no reason
75.   Just stop speaking so that I can for a moment
76.   I’ve never seen your cheeks so red
77.   I’m not one of your members may I remind you
78.   Why didn’t you tell me that you knew?
79.   I’ll make it the biggest mistake of your life
80.   All you have to do is sing a song
81.   Touch me one more time and see where it gets you
82.   How can I be with you when we don’t have trust?
83.   You’ve always had a face that I’d like to punch
84.   I’ve always wanted my very own light stick
85.   I deserved better than this
86.   I’m not going to hurt you
87.   I’ve never been woken up quite like this before
88.   You’re the reason for my smile
89.   Tell me what’s in your heart
90.   This doesn’t feel funny anymore
91.   You can’t speak to those close to me like that
92.   How can you tell me that things will be fine?
93.   Seeing a screen isn’t the same as seeing a person
94.   There’s no one quite like a best friend
95.   Don’t tell me forgot such a better day
96.   Movies, popcorn, you, what more could I want?
97.   Can you stop covering my eyes now?
98.   I think you would look amazing in that
99.   Wipe that smug smile off of your face
100.                   The stars are the second prettiest thing here tonight
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Accidentally Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 6 | Having a bit too fun with our charming Captain America?
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A/N:  Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed).  It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will.  Keep your hate to yourself.  
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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)
Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt.  Tom has an idea to solve all their problems.  Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts.  Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else.  In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?
This Chapter: As Molly and Chris become friends, Tom becomes jealous and makes a terrible mistake. 
Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of:  child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.
TAGLIST IS OPEN! PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED!  THANK YOU FOR READING!
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Tom came home carrying an enormous bouquet of lilies and roses he purchased on the way home. He bubbled with anxiety and excitement. His talk with Benedict had done him wonders. Until he opened the door to an empty house. He called out for Molly a few times but got no response. There was also no note. He slumped in a kitchen chair. His phone buzzed.
I’m on my way home. Sorry I didn’t leave a note. Hope you aren’t worried. I promise I’m fine!
Tom smiled at the message. He didn’t know why, but something gnawed at the back of his mind. He scrambled to his feet as he overheard the door opening.
“Tom?” Molly yelled into the house.
“In the kitchen, darling!” He fidgeted with the flowers behind his back. As he stared at the floor, a wide grin grew on his face.
“Molly, I…” His face fell as Evans walked in behind Molly.
“Look who stopped by and took me to lunch!” Molly squeaked.
Chris slung an arm over Molly’s shoulders. Tom’s fist clenched around the flowers behind his back.
“I hope you don’t mind me stealing your girl, Tom.” Chris smirked. “She said you were out to lunch with Benedict.”
“Not at all, Chris.” Tom lied. “I’m glad you could keep my wife company.”
“Pleasure was all mine, pal. She is,” Chris gazed down at Molly with a look that made Tom want to leap across the kitchen counter and strangle Chris. “a pretty special girl.”
“Chris!” Molly smacked his hand. “You are too kind. Thank you for a lovely lunch.” She squeezed his torso.
“And don’t forget about tomorrow. We will find decent margaritas in this city if it kills us.”
“You’re on. But you know I have discerning taste when it comes to my liquor.”
“That makes two of us.”
Molly and Chris giggled. “Let me show you out, Chris.” Tom offered.
Molly smiled over at Tom and noticed his hand behind his back.
“What’s that, darling?”
“What?” Tom’s brows knitted.
“Behind your back.” Molly strolled towards him and peeked around Tom. “Are those for me?”
Tom pulled the flowers out. “They are. I thought you might want them to brighten up the house.”
Molly gasped at the beautiful arrangement. “They are stunning, love.” She wrapped an arm around Tom’s neck and pecked his lips. “Thank you. I love them.”
Tom leaned down for another kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth when Molly sighed.
Chris cleared his throat and hooked his thumb towards the front of the house.
“I’ll just see myself out.”
Molly pulled back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom trailed kisses down her neck, tickling her skin. She giggled as Chris waved and walked away.
“What has gotten into you?” she teased as she pushed Tom back.
“Just selling the relationship. We are newly married.” Tom commented, kissing her cheek.
“Oh.”
Tom’s answer disappointed Molly. Somewhere deep inside, that place she never admits to having Molly wanted Tom to want her for more than just a PR stunt. She wanted him to love her as much as he pretended to. But it seemed clear Tom was content on keeping things professional.
“That is the plan, after all?”
“Yeah.” Molly shook her head. “So how was lunch with Ben?”
“Good. You’re going out with Chris again?” Tom’s heart sank further down as he shelved plans to tell Molly how he felt. Evans ruined that.
“He is staying in town for a few days and with you doing auditions and meetings tomorrow, Chris thought I could use some company.” She went to grab a vase for the flowers.
“I bet he did.” Tom muttered.
“What’s that?” Molly twisted her head around.
“I said how nice of him.”
Molly smiled. “It is. He is so funny too! The stories he tells.”
Tom inhaled sharply. “Think you can pry yourself from the Captain to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Anything for you.” She cupped his cheek. “Now what would you like for dinner tonight?”
“Whatever you would like, love. I don’t have much of an appetite.”
Molly marched over to him and placed the back of her hand on his forehead. “That is the second time you have said something like that. Are you sure you’re not sick?���
Tom pulled back. “I’m fine. There’s no need to fuss.”
Molly pursed her lips. “After you drove me to urgent care, filled my prescriptions, let me sleep in your bed, and took care of my every need for three days, you can bet your sweet ass I’m fussing.” She touched his forehead again. “Hmm. I can’t tell if you have a fever. Go lie down in the living room and I’ll bring you dinner.”
“But I…”
“Go!” She jabbed a finger at the door. “I will not have you getting sick on my hands.”
Tom held up his hands in defeat. “Yes, ma’am.”
Molly came in with a steaming bowl of a beef stew she whipped up with leftovers in the fridge and on the side some thick slices of a crusty bread she picked up a few days ago. A heavy slash of butter on top. She arranged it on a tray for Tom.
“Arms and knees up.” she commanded. Tom complied, tucking up his knees. Molly set down the tray and then settled into the spot once occupied by Tom’s feet. “Eat up.”
Tom blew onto a spoonful before taking a bite. He moaned as he swallowed. “That is exquisite, Molly. What is it?”
“Leftover stew.” Molly took a bite herself.
“You made this with the leftovers?”
“You learn to get creative with the spice cabinet.”
“Foster care?” Tom asked quietly, teeth crunching through the crust of the bread.
“College. Financial aid only goes so far. I couldn’t let food go to waste. I became famous or rather infamous in the dorm freshman year with what I could with a microwave. A modern witch, they called me.”
“You have certainly bewitched me, darling.” Tom commented without thinking. “With your cooking.” he covered. “You are a genius in that kitchen. I will have to learn some of the recipes before year’s end.”
Molly gazed up at him, pained. He was already talking about when all of this was over. Tom quickly changed the subject.
“Tell more about college. I imagine it was rather different from my experience.” Tom ate another spoonful of stew, warming his insides.
“Where did you matriculate?” Molly teased in a haughty tone.
“Cambridge.”
She let loose a low whistle. “You really are Mr. Fancy Pants.”
“With a degree in Classics.”
Molly giggled. “And I thought a tourism degree was useless.”
“Enough about me. I’m boring. Tell me about you.”
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They talked about college, about how hard summers were when the dorms closed and Molly would couch surf while working summer jobs.
“I had amazing friends.” she whispered. “I am forever in their debt.”
Tom reached over and pulled her to his chest. “I am so sorry you had to go through that.”
“I’m not.” She snuggled against him. “Our experiences make us who we are. The good and the bad. I would have preferred an easier life. I would prefer not to freeze every time someone raises their voice, but that’s not me.” she sighed and the tears fell onto Tom’s shirt.
Tom smoothed down Molly’s hair. “I’m sorry to upset you. Let’s talk about happy things.”
“What are those?” she chuckled softly.
“How about this?” He stared down at her tucked under the crook of his arm. “Tell me about some of the craziest things you’ve seen as a bartender in Vegas?”
Molly laughed. “How about the one about the guy who peed on a blackjack table?”
“This I must hear.” Tom chuckled.
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Tom woke up on the couch that next morning. Molly’s messy bun tickling his chin.
“Molly…” He groaned as he sat up. “… I have to get up, darling.”
Molly burrowed deeper into Tom’s chest and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her. He kissed her temple. She hummed and sighed. Tom’s stomach clenched.
“Time to wake up. I need to shower.”
She slowly woke and stared at Tom, realizing the compromising position of their bodies. Molly scrambled away, blushing.
“So sorry.” She sat up. “I don’t want to keep you waiting.”
Tom cleared his throat. “I still have time.” Tom sat up and fiddled his hands in his lap. “You could always come with me. We could grab some lunch. You can see all of my ‘hard work’.” Tom gazed at her hopefully.
“I…” Molly pondered the offer. “can’t. I would only be in the way. And I have plans with Chris.”
“Chris, right.” Tom stood abruptly. “We wouldn’t want you to miss that.”
Molly gave a strained smile. “I already committed. But we are still having dinner?”
“Dinner, indeed. I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 6:30 p.m.”
Molly stood and hugged him. “I’ll be there with bells on.”
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There was a knock on the door exactly when Chris said he would come by. Molly opened the door to find Chris leaned against the frame in jeans and a henley. A devastating combination.
“Hey babe, I have an Uber and a list of five Mexican restaurants with great promise. Ready to find the perfect margarita?”
“I am.” She stepped out with a smile. Chris slung his arm over her shoulder. Molly leaned in for a bit. Just long enough for a camera to click.
-
“That first place was awful!” Molly howled in the back of the Uber as they made their way to the next place.
Chris laughed next to her. “I never knew they could make tortillas out of rubber.”
Molly’s phone buzzed. It was Luke. She switched off the phone.
“Anything important?” Chris leaned over to glance at the screen.
“Just Luke. Tom’s publicist. It is probably just something about an upcoming event. I’ll ring him back later.” Molly shrugged before tucking the phone back into her purse. “Now an important question.”
“Which is?”
“Strawberry or Lime?”
“Lime all the way.”
“A purist, I like that.”
Chris burst into laughter.
-
Tom struggled against his sour disposition through most of his auditions and lunch. It wasn’t until he got to the restaurant for dinner Tom listened to Luke’s voicemail. Which led him to googling himself for the first time in years.
“Fuck!” He hissed louder than he wanted to, drawing the attention of a nearby couple. He forced a smile and gave a small wave.
Molly slipped into the chair. “Sorry, I’m a bit late. I lost track of time and then traffic.”
Tom’s fists clenched. “Having a bit too fun with our charming Captain America?” He spit at her.
Molly blinked at him. “What do you mean by that? I was with Chris. He seems like a nice guy.”
“And you are such a friendly girl.” Tom continued to speak in a clipped tone.
“Tom, what’s wrong?” She reached out for Tom’s hand, but he pulled it back.
“This is what’s wrong.” Tom slid his phone over to her.
Molly scrolled through the pictures with increasing horror. The headlines read: Hiddleston Marriage on the Rocks? Tom’s New Bride Steps Out with Captain America Himself.
“I… I…” Molly sputtered, handing the phone back. Hot tears hit her cheeks.
Tom threw his napkin down. “We’re leaving. Keep a smile on as we leave and when we get home. No need to give the paparazzi more fodder.”
Molly stood in a daze and Tom snatched her elbow roughly to lead her out of the restaurant. As they walked outside, Tom leaned in.
“Wrap your arm around my waist and laugh like I said something funny.”
Molly snaked her arm around him and Tom pulled her tight against him. They both threw their heads back in laughter until they got into the taxi, where Tom’s expression fell into a cold mask.
Molly sniffled with stifled sobs the entire way home. Tom took no effort to sooth her. He was… cold and detached. They repeated the charade from the restaurant up the stairs to the front door. Tom had to hold back from slamming the door.
“How could you have been so stupid?!” Tom hissed, slamming his keys onto the table.
“Don’t call me stupid. I was just going out with a friend.”
“A handsome movie star!”
“Not unlike my husband! In fact, Chris called you a close friend.” Molly raised her voice.
“He would say anything to take you from me!” Tom yelled.
Molly froze and her head dropped, shoulders hunching forward. “Please don’t yell at me.”
“How else am I to make you understand, Molly?!” Tom continued to shout like someone crazed. He gestured wildly in the air. “You are forbidden to see him.”
“I want out.” Molly sobbed.
“What?” Tom snapped out of it. He glanced at Molly, only to see the damage he had done. Molly was all but curled in on herself. She sobbed freely, shoulders shaking. “Molly, I…”
“Don’t touch me.” She turned from his hand, reaching out to her. “Why is Chris different from your sister?”
“Because Emma isn’t trying to steal you from me.”
Molly chuckled. “You’re fucking jealous?! How rich! Chris is a nice guy! I used to say the same about you. I used to…” her voice trailed off.
“Used to what?” Tom sniped, tears of anger and hurt filling his own eyes. “Take pity on me? Poor Tom with shit taste in women?! Has to pay a girl to pretend to be his wife for the papers?!”
Molly reared back and slapped him. Tom held his cheek.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Molly screeched. “I’m leaving. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back.”
“Molly, please…” Tom begged.
“Fuck off, Tom!” Molly pushed past him. “I thought we were…” she sobbed. “But I guess not. It’s my own fucking fault.”
“What’s your fault, Molly?” Tom asked. “What’s your fault?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Molly cried, defeated. “I was clearly wrong about you.”
“Wrong how?” Tom’s heart shattered as she walked away, returning with a small bag.
“Goodbye, Tom. Don’t worry, I’ll be discrete. Wouldn’t want to tarnish your good guy image?” she sneered before heading to the door.
“Where will you go?” Tom grew more desperate as the reality of his actions set in.
“Away from you. Other than that, I don’t much care.” The front door slammed behind her.
Tom collapsed onto the couch and his head fell into his hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK!” he screamed into the void of his empty house.
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fanficbitch · 3 years
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Aaron Hotchner // Gotta Find You
A/N: I know this is insanely unrealistic, but I liked the idea so I went with it.
Based off season 12 episode 6
There was something sweet about knowing that you and Hotch were the only ones left in the office. It was how we ended most days, even more days since we told team about us. We’ve been together the last five months, but just told everyone a few weeks ago. We wanted to make sure it was something real, and boy is it real. The way I feel about Hotch…Well I have never felt that way before.
I look up and see Hotch writing in his office. I think it’s time for us to leave. I pack up my bag then walk to Aaron’s office. I push the door open and see that all of his photos are taken down. “Are you redecorating in here?” I ask with a laugh. He looks up at me and I can tell his look is ever so serious. “What’s going on?” I ask and he stands up.
“I think you better sit down,” he says as he refers to his couch. I sit down in confusion, but take his hands. “Peter Lewis has been stalking Jack,” he says.
“Oh my god, that's horrible,” I say and give his hands a squeeze.
“Because of that, I have made the decision to enter into the Witness Protection Program,” he says. 
I sit a bit stunned for a minute, not fulling processing what he just said. “What?” is all that I can get out.
“Tomorrow morning, Jack and I will be moving away from DC and changing our identities,” Aaron says calmly. I pull my hands away from his and place them in my lap. 
“There’s nothing else you can do?” I ask quietly.
“This is the best option for me and Jack,” he says.
My mood quickly changes from sadness to anger. “Well, what about me? You’re just going to leave me here?”
“You aren’t in any danger,” he says. I push myself up from the couch with an angry huff.
“That’s not what I meant,” I bark. “Does this relationship mean nothing to you?” I ask and Aaron stands up.
“This relationship means everything to me,” he says. “That is why I can’t get you involved.”
Tears are starting to fight their way out of my eyes. “So you just want to get rid of me?”
“Believe me, this is the last thing that I want. But I have to be thinking about my family,” he says and I let out a laugh.
“That’s funny,” I say. “I was starting to think that the three of us were kind of a family.”
Aaron looks down and and brings himself to lift his head up. “And this is how you planned on telling me? The night before you leave?”
“For the safety of me and Jack, I had to keep it a secret.”
“And what about the rest of the team?”
“Rossi will be telling them tomorrow,” he says quietly. There is a long silence between us. Tears stream down my cheeks as I think about what to do next.
“You know I love you, right?” I whisper.
“And I love you,” he says back.
I truly don’t know what to do anymore, so I grab my bag off the couch and head to the door. “Goodbye Aaron,” I say softly.
“Goodbye Y/N,” he says back. I turn out of his office and I break into a full on sob. That was the last time I will ever see the man of my dreams. That was the last time I’ll ever see Aaron Hotchner.
                                             Nine Months Later
I tried to stay at the BAU, but it was too difficult. Everything reminded me of Aaron, which meant everything broke my heart. I took a job with the FBI in Chicago. It’s not as fun as the BAU, but I still like it.
I am currently on my way to work now, but I have to stop to get a coffee first. The line is relatively short, with only one person in line ahead of me. I don’t look much at them because I am busy texting on my phone. I’m in the midst of texting my boss that I will be finishing my case report today. She is always on me really hard. 
I take a step in front of me and run into the person in front of me. I quickly realize he is a man in a police officer’s uniform. “I’m really sorry,” I say as the man turns around. “My boss is just-,” I say, but freeze. The man in front of me is someone I recognize, but someone I never thought I would see again. 
His eyes widen and mouth drops once he gets a good look at me. “Oh my god,” I whisper then cover my mouth.
There is no doubt in my mind that the man in front of me is Aaron Hotchner. Although I know he doesn’t go by that anymore. “What should I call you?” I ask.
“Michael. Michael Warren,” he says then holds out his hand which I shake. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I smile.
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restlesswasteland · 2 years
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Miserables Month Day 6: "Paralyzed"
Written for the Miserables Month @themiserablesmonth It was unlike him.
Enjolras couldn’t remember the last time he was scared.
He knew this had been a bad idea.
--- “I’m busy,” Enjolras said too quickly. He heard the words come out of his mouth before he’d processed them.
“On a Saturday night?” Ferre raised an eyebrow over the morning newspaper. Courf just crossed his arms and pouted.
“There’s a lecture that’s being livestreamed. I wanted to catch it,” Enjolras turned away so that his friends wouldn’t see his face flushing. He picked up his empty breakfast plate and brought it over to the sink.
“A lecture at 10pm?” Courf asked.
“It’s at Berkeley. They’re three hours behind, so. Yes. At 10pm. I’m busy.” He insisted as he washed his dish. He felt the lie crumbling around him.
“But everyone is coming,” Courf sounded dejected.
“You could record the lecture,” Ferre suggested, and Enjolras picked up the skepticism in his voice. It didn’t surprise him. Enjolras was already a bad liar, but why did he even bother when Ferre was around?
“Yeah,” he continued, reaching for an excuse. “I was looking forward to it, is all,” he said lamely, scrubbing away at his already immaculate plate.
“You’re never any fun,” Courf whined.
“You know what I think?” Ferre asked, and Enjolras’s heart sank. “I think you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared.” Enjolras tried to be firm.
Courf laughed behind him. “Oh my god, you are.” He said, delighted. Enjolras resisted the urge to turn and throw the plate at his head. He placed it in the drying rack instead.
“Okay, fine,” he said, turning to face them. “I don’t want to go to a haunted house. They’re supposed to be scary, that’s the entire point. They are actively trying to scare you. So maybe I’m not interested in putting myself in that situation. I don’t see the problem with that.”
Courf burst into laughter, doubling over at the indignant look on Enjolras’s face.
“Fearless leader,” he said in between fits of giggles, “scared, of a, of a haunted house,” he managed to get out. Enjolras crossed his arms and waited for him to finish.
“Are you done?” He asked when Courf managed to get himself under control.
“Not if you keep looking at me like that,” Courf grinned.
“I’m sorry, Enjolras, but it really is quite funny,” Ferre said, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a small smile.
“Fuck both of you,” Enjolras huffed.
“God, I can’t wait to see this,” Courf looked ready to burst into another bought of laughter.
“I told you, I’m not coming.” Enjolras stood his ground.
“Yes, you are,” Courf asserted. “You aren’t busy, everyone will be there, and it’s almost Halloween. You’re coming with us.”
“Look at it as facing your fears,” Ferre smirked. Enjolras groaned in response.
“Come on, live a little,” Courf badgered him.
“Fine,” Enjolras caved. When it was two against one, he didn't stand a chance. He knew from experience.
“I can’t wait to see this, oh my god,” Courf said, ecstatic. Ferre just grinned and returned to his paper.
Enjolras was sure he was going to regret this.
---
And regret it, he did.
Paralyzed by fear in a dark corner of some freezing cold nightmare of a building, Enjolras wondered why he hadn’t been more resolute. This had been a mistake.
He didn’t like to think of himself as someone who scared easily. He didn’t mind heights or small spaces; god knows he’s passionate when speaking to a crowd. He couldn’t care less about spiders, and the sight of blood doesn’t make him squeamish.
But holy fuck if one more dollar store vampire jumps out at him, he is going to kill himself.
His friends had split up into smaller groups of two or three to go through (It’s so much scarier that way, Bahorel had said gleefully), but they all got split up anyway once they got inside. And Bahorel had been right, of course.
He knew that the longer he stood there, the longer he’d be stuck inside this hell house. But the idea of continuing forward just wasn’t going to happen.
He listened to people pass through the room, some giggling, others silent. He shuddered as he heard a scream in the next room over.
Chancing a look at his phone, he figured he’s been standing here for nearly twenty minutes. Eventually, his friends were going to wonder where he is. And then he was going to have to admit what had happened. Or maybe he could just say he got lost in the house? It was massive, with no clear path through. Maybe they would buy it.
Another ten minutes passed. They were definitely not going to buy it. He was never going to live this down.
So he squared his shoulders and took a breath. It was a haunted house. It was designed to be scary, but nothing could actually happen to him. He would be fine. It could all be over quickly if he would just leave his safe little alcove.
He took a few determined steps. If he moved quickly, it could be over even sooner.
He turned the corner to move into the next room, and found himself face to face with a young woman painted up to look like a doll. She was splattered with fake blood. He froze. She starred at him as she sung Ring Around the Rosie under her breath. He felt a shudder run up his spine.
He backed away, not taking his eyes off of her until he was safely around the corner. He turned and retreated the measly ten steps he’d managed, back to his alcove.
He took a deep breath when he made it back to safety. Stupid, he thought, annoyed with himself. Stupid fake doll with her stupid fake blood can’t even-
“Enjolras?” He jumped as his thoughts were interrupted, Grantaire materializing from the darkness.
“Uh,” Enjolras looked at the ground, trying to think of a solid excuse for standing here. This didn’t look great. “Hi,” he mumbled, no explanation coming to him. Of all the people to find him, why, why did it have to be Grantaire. He’d never let this go. The teasing will be merciless, the jokes unbearable.
“What are you doing? Cause I saw you come back here from the next room over-”
“I was just looking around,” Enjolras cut him off. He couldn’t meet his eyes.
Grantaire looked around the tiny alcove. “Not much to look at,” he said, a hint of a smile crossing his face. “Come on, let’s keep going,” he gestured for Enjolras to follow him.
“Yeah, no, you go on without me, I’ll catch up,” Enjolras shrugged, trying and surely failing to look casual.
“Enjolras-” Grantaire started.
“Don’t worry about it,” Enjolras cut him off again, willing him to just go away.
“Enjolras, are you scared?” Grantaire asked, a smirk creeping into his voice.
Enjolras finally looked up at him. “No-”
“You are. Huh. Definitely wouldn’t have guessed-”
“Please don’t start,” Enjolras pleaded. Couldn’t Grantaire at least wait until this ordeal was over for the jokes to begin? Grantaire just looked at him for a moment.
“Oh,” he finally said.
“What?” Enjolras asked defensively.
“You’re serious,” Grantaire’s smirk fell a little.
Enjolras worried the inside of his cheek. He looked up at Grantaire.
“Yeah,” He shrugged again. He was grateful for the dark that covered the blush on his cheeks.
“Okay,” Grantaire said simply. “Come on, let’s go,” the mirth in his voice had been replaced by something softer.
“I really don’t-”
“Your options are to stay here by yourself for another two hours until the house closes, or to try and go through it by yourself. Which I think we both know isn’t happening at this point.” Grantaire smiled, but it wasn’t mean. “Or you can come with me.”
Enjolras knew he was right. He just didn’t want him to be.
“Fine,” he sighed. Grantaire looked at him expectantly, but he didn’t move. “Could you just,” he cringed at himself, not wanting to say it. “Could you just not mention this? To everyone else?” He asked, feeling childish.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Apollo,” Grantaire chuckled quietly, and Enjolras fought to keep the surprise off his face. “Come on,” Grantaire said again.
Enjolras stepped out the alcove. Grantaire put an arm around his shoulder and tugged him close.
“If you want to cling to me because you’re scared, I won’t blame you,” Grantaire smirked, and Enjolras rolled his eyes.
But if he did, well. Neither of them would tell the others that, either.
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supraveng · 3 years
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The One with the Slumber Party
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
AN: this is my entry for  @smol-and-grumpy   #superfriendstitlechallenge
When you realized you were reading the same page for the 4th time you decided it was time to turn in. Closing the book you looked over at the boys "I'm sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to turn in, my brain can't take any more Latin" you told them as you rubbed your temples.  You weren't sure how long the three of you had been researching but you were sore and needed to stretch as you stood up from the chair.  You could feel Dean's eyes on you as you twisted from side to side trying to remove the strain on your muscles for sitting so long.  Glancing at him, you see him licking his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth.  A sight you know you will be dreaming about shortly after your head hits the pillow, but you do your best to pretend to ignore it and act as naturally as possible. You mumble a quiet goodnight before heading out of the library, you miss the questioning look on Dean’s face as you walk towards the hall to your room.  
Nearing your room you hear hurried footsteps and turn to find Dean rushing towards you.  “Baby, what’s going on?  Where are you going?” he asks, looking concerned. 
 Did Dean just call you baby? Ok, that’s my mind playing tricks on me.  “I’m going to my room, to sleep, that’s why I said goodnight” you respond a bit confused by the question.  
“But why aren’t you coming to our room?  Did I do something?  Are you mad at me?” he asks stepping closer to you and caressing your cheek.  
Ok, what is going on?  I must be dreaming  “Uhm, our room? Wh-What are you talking about?”  you gulp.   
“Sweetheart, what’s going on? You moved into my room months ago.  Why are you going back to your old room?  Are you feeling ok?” 
 “I... I don’t know what you are talking about.... Why would I m-move into your room?”  
“Baby, you are worrying me.  Are you feeling ok?  Did that witch do something to you?” he searches your face. 
“What witch?  We just got back from a werewolf hunt.  I’m really tired Dean, I think I just need some sleep”  
“Sweetheart, the last werewolf hunt was 6 months ago.  We just got back from a witch hunt, but we ganked her, so if she threw a spell on you before that, it should wear off soon….I hope”  He kisses your forehead before grabbing your hand.  “So if you don’t remember the last 6 months, then we need to jog your memory, right?” he says with a sweet smile.  
“Okay, and what does that entail?” you ask following behind him to his your shared room.  
“Well, might I suggest a slumber party? I know you are tired, but I wouldn’t mind reliving the last 6 months, especially when it comes to us” he bends down to leave a chaste kiss to your lips and you freeze. 
 “Wow, you really don’t remember, do you?  So our first kiss, our first time, all over again?  That turns me on a little bit sweetheart” he winks at you as he pulls you into the room.   
Even looking around, seeing your  belongings mixed with Dean’s so seamlessly, you still don’t recognize the room as yours.  “So what now, Dean?  What type of slumber party do you have in mind?” you ask with a giggle anticipating a lewd comment that only Dean could make at this point.  
“Well, sweetheart” he states walking up to you and placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer.  “I was thinking about going through your journal, I’m hoping you’ve written something about me, and looking at pictures we’ve taken.  But I’d love to show you all over again, how much you mean to me.  How much I care about you” as he leans down and kisses you with more urgency.  
Is this really happening?  He’s a better kisser than I imagined over the past few years.  
“So, I’m going to grab my phone, ask Sam to take a look into what could have caused this, then I’m right back here and we can enjoy our night” he states with a wiggle of his eyebrows.   You can’t help be laugh at him “ok, I’m gonna change into something more comfy”  
Dean winked and left the room, just as he mentioned you found your journal on what you assumed was your night stand.  Flipping through back to the werewolf hunt you began reading to see if there was anything about Dean or this new relationship the two of you had begun.  
You’re not sure how long you were reading through your entries, completely absorbed in the info that you were hoping would jog your memory, only to leave you more confused.  Finally, Dean came back in with a tray of snacks.
 “What’s all that?” you asked with a smirk.   “What’s a slumber party without snacks?  I got popcorn, your favorite gummy bears, some beef jerky and beer!” he states proudly as he sets the tray on the bed and snuggles up next to you.   
“Anything in there helping you remember...us?” he looks at you hopeful.  You shake your head in defeat and keep going through the pages.  “That’s ok, how about we look here” handing you his phone. ”there’s bound to be something in here that will help you remember.  Here this was last month, date night, you looked so sexy in that dress.”  Looking at the picture you hoped it would help but nothing seems familiar.  
After a few hours of looking at pictures and him telling you about funny instances that have happened since you officially became a couple, you felt more happy than you had in years.   This was real, Dean was yours, but you couldn’t remember for whatever reason.  A knock on the door interrupted your laughter when Sam’s head popped in.  
“So, from what Rowena said, the side effects from the spell the witch casted, shouldn’t last more than 24 hours after we killed her.  If it does, she’ll come and see what she can do to get your memories back.  So, hopefully you’ll be back to normal by tomorrow afternoon”   
You gave Sam a grateful smile “thanks Sam, I’m sure it will wear off eventually”, he nods before ducking back out in the hall.   “How about you get some sleep and come morning, if you don’t remember, we’ll try something a bit more physical to help you remember?” Dean tells you with a mischievous grin.  
“Alright Winchester, I’m exhausted, is it ok if I sleep here?  It still feels like I’m invading your space.” you tell him while biting your lip.  
“I won’t be able to sleep without you in my arms, sweetheart.   C’mere”  Dean pulls you close so that your head is resting on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you.  
You’re so comfortable, that you fall asleep almost instantly.  Tomorrow would be even better, remembering everything between you and Dean would make everything better. 
Dean’s POV
“Damn it Sammy!  Why would she go after that djinn alone?! I can’t lose her, she doesn’t know what she really means to me!” I’m so frustrated and just hoping to find her in time to save her. 
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asleepycoyote · 3 years
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My prompts
So I have written some prompts that you can ask to use. I will continue to add more. The ones that have italics or look like 'this' can be anyone's dialogue. I just added it so you know it's not only one person talking. To ask, you can just request the number of the prompt/s you can ask for multiple prompts, but please don't add too many. The ones that have a period at the end of the numbers, don't mind that. That's for me to remember something. Okay, anywho, take your pick :D. Remember you don't have to request one of these, you have your own idea, that's good! I'll be happy to write it! If you have a certain gender you want the reader to be don't forget to ask! You can also request me to add prompts to the list too! Okay so here's the prompts :)
1 "Oh no."
"What is it? What happened? Who died?"
"I think I just felt an emotion."
"You have GOT to be kidding me."
2 "Excuse me. I have to go make a scene."
3 "They're like a hurricane in human form."
4 "Fix it."
"It's a ransom note: I don't care about grammar!"
"There is no excuse for bad grammar."
5 "What does the little blinking light mean?"
"It means... wait blinking light?"
6 "What letter comes after 's' in the alphabet?
"T?"
"Ooh, yes please!"
7 "Why is there a magical portal in the bathtub?!"
8 "I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen."
9 "We can't have a crisis- my schedule is already full..
10 "How long have you been standing there?
"Longer than you'd like."
11 "Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!"
12 "I want to go home."
"And I want to go to the moon. It ain't happening, sweetheart. Time to accept that."
13 "It's really not that complicated."
14 "Close the door."
15 "It's three in the morning."
16 "Why are you helping me?"
17 "Just trust me."
18 "What are you thinking about?"
19 "Someday you'll thank me for kidnapping you?"
20 "Who sent you here?"
"I wasn't sent here... if anything, it was an accident."
"Made by whom?"
"Myself, I suppose."
"You sent yourself here on accident?"
"Well, I certainly didn't come here on purpose..."
21 "I just want to be happy."
22 "Can I sleep over? My parents are fighting again."
23 "Why won't you let me help you?!"
24 "You know we make a pretty good team."
25 "You're a horrible liar."
26 "You're freezing. Come here."
27 "I'm saying that because I care about you!
28 "Sing me a song please.
29 "I can explain./!"
30 "Come here."
31 "The real treasure was the memories we made along the way."
"I almost died!"
"Ah yes, that was my fondest memory."
32 "They're crying, what do I do?"
"Go comfort them."
"How do I do that?"
"Start with hugs."
"With what?"
33 "Somehow you don't even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt."
34 "Stop waking me up in the middle of the night."
35 "Any shorter and you'd probably fade out of existence."
36 "I fixed you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn."
37 "You just gave off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at."
38 "It's not my birthday."
"It's definitely your birthday."
"Give me a calendar and I will prove it to—oh. Never mind. Happy birthday to me."
39 "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't just summon a trans-dimensional entity to help me avoid all my problems."
40 "I'm not human. I never was. So, why are you expecting me to act like one?
41 "Everything here can kill you, but I can do it most efficiently."
42 "They took my wallet. Yes, just my wallet. Well.... maybe my passport too."
43 "I don't think of you as a protector. More like a friend."
44 "You deserved that."
45 "Shh, shh. You were dreaming."
46 "I won't leave you behind."
47 "You should be in bed."
48 "What's our exit strategy?"
"Our what?"
"Oh my god, we are all going to die."
49 "Oh my god, you're taking up the whole bed."
50 "I could keep you safe, they're all afraid of me."
51 "I trusted you!"
52 "I know your secret."
"You're gonna have to be more specific there, buddy. Which one? I have a lot of skeletons in my closet."
53 "Who gave you that black eye?!"
54 "Everyone keeps telling me your bad guy."
55 "Why? Because I don't want you to get hurt, that's why!"
56 "You're scared of that, aren't you?"
57 "Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?"
"Well-"
"Shut up, that was one time."
58 "Enjoying the view, sunshine?"
59 "While I do enjoy the silent treatment, I wasn't aware I had done anything to you."
60 "I think that's enough."
61 "They deserved it."
62 "What... is this?"
63 "You can't be serious!"
64 "I'm not sorry!"
65 "Who are you?"
"Oh sweetheart, I'm your worst nightmare."
"Wait a minute. Your that guy that tripped over my shoes on the bus this morning and said thank you-"
66 "Just because I'm helping you doesn't mean I care, your death would be a minor inconvenience. That's all."
67 "You owe me."
68 "Don't make me come in there."
69 "Don't touch me."
70 "That wasn't funny."
71 "I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."
72 "Am I doing it right?"
73 "For God's sake! Who have you killed now?"
74 "Do you even know how to fly this thing?"
"Normally, I'd lie and say yes, but considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I'm going to assume you know the answer."
75 "What are you doing?! Don't eat it!"
76 "Feel free to admire me."
77 "You're insane!"
"I know! Isn't it great?"
78 "You don't know a thing."
79 "The truth is I never loved you."
80 "Is this a game to you?"
81 "Stop yelling at me."
"I'm not yelling at you! I'm just... being abnormally projective in the vocal region!"
"Otherwise known as yelling..."
82 "Don't ever forget me. Please?"
83 "I screwed up."
84 "You're my regret."
85 "No, sir. I am not underestimating the kidnappers. YOU are understanding my grandmother."
86 "Stay away from the llama."
87 "No one visits my grave anymore... wait. I don't even have a grave!"
88 "Tuna shamed."
89 "Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list."
"Who puts getting arrested on their bucket list?!"
90 "I-I can't stop it. I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I got you."
91 "What am I supposed to tell my parents? 'Hi mom and dad, I ,snuck out past curfew, almost died, discovered I can teleport, and now I'm joining a gang of superheroes.'"
"Maybe don't use the word 'gang'."
"You think that's the part they'll have the most trouble with?!"
92 "Give me the wallet or I shoot."
"No."
"What do you mean no? I'm serious, I will shoot you."
"Let me repeat myself. No."
"Um... okay I guess."
"Aren't you going to shoot me?"
"I don't know. This hasn't happened before."
"Well, until you do, wanna grab a bite to eat? I'm starving."
93 "Watch me."
94 "I thought you were dead."
95 "You're never going to let that go, are you?"
96 "Was that supposed to hurt?"
97 "You have to leave right now."
98
"I love you."
99 "I hate you.
100 "I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't throw it."
101 "How long has it been since you last ate something?"
102. "No, don't look at me!"
103. "How many marshmallows can you eat?"
104 "Why did you kick so much in your sleep? Are you constantly dreaming about soccer?"
105 "Destroying lives, one person at a time."
106 "Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am.
107 "Just breathe."
108. "STOP EATING MY LASAGNA FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"
109. "I don't understand why you should feel the urge to do that."
110. "I trust you."
"Wow, that incredibly... stupid of you."
111 "You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?"
112 "You can't really blame me can you? You can only blame yourself."
113. "You keep painting me as the villain."
"Because you are the villain."
114. "Who could ever love someone like you?"
115 "I never stood a chance, did I?"
"That's the sad part - you did once."
116 "I've missed this."
117. "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"
118. "Are you going to yell at me too? I guess I do deserve it."
119 "I don't want to have another surgery."
120. "Quit touching the IV."
121 "I was going to say something mean about them, but decided against it."
122 "How do you like raisins? How do you feel about a date?"
123. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to kiss me? I'm tired of lying to my diary."
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Summary: Soulmates have different ways of being connected to one another. Sometimes it’s through being able to write on their arms and having it show up on their soulmates. For others it was having their first words spoken to one another permanently tattooed into their skin. You had a unique connection with yours, one that you really hadn’t ever heard of happening before. Whatever song was stuck in your soulmate’s head was also stuck in yours and the same was for them. When Yoongi realizes one of his songs is playing on repeat in your head, he immediately takes to writing songs to communicate with you in hopes it will finally bring you two together.
Genre: Fluff. Just pure tooth rotting, sweet fluff.
Whew this was a long one. 4.5k words
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As you stepped off the plane you couldn’t believe it. You were finally in Seoul, the same city as your soul mate. That alone felt indescribable. It was a happiness you had never known. The past day was hectic. Trying to book last minute plane tickets and a hotel room. You didn’t even know how long you were going to be staying here depending on how well things went with Yoongi. You booked your hotel for a week just to be safe, knowing you could cancel if you absolutely had to. You considered coming alone, but your friend was very insistent that they go with you. You were traveling to a foreign country to meet your soulmate. Your friend wouldn’t miss this for the world, but also wanted to be there as a support and help in any way they could.
You arrived to the hotel and unpacked your belongings and immediately flopped down onto the bed.
“Jet lag sucks.”
“Indeed it does. I feel like I could sleep for the next 10 years.” Within moments your friend was snoring and clutching the pillow tightly. You giggled quietly to yourself and pulled your phone out to see if Yoongi had posted anything else. There were no new songs, but there was a new post from him. It was a selfie of him and oh gosh he looked so adorable it made your heart flutter. The caption underneath the photo just said “I can’t wait to see you.”
A bunch of army had commented underneath that they couldn’t wait to see him too. Their tour was starting in a little over a month. You knew what the real meaning was behind the photo. And you quickly typed a reply.
“I can’t wait to see you too. It’s such a short time away.”
You set your phone down and were about to try and sleep for a little bit when a notification went off. ‘I’m not Min Yoongi’ had sent you another reply.
Isn’t it late where you are at now? What are you still doing awake?
You glance at the clock and see that it is only 8:00 pm. You have a long way to go until morning.
Actually I am in Seoul right now. So it’s only 8:00 in the evening. Besides, how do you know where I live? You stalking me?
Ah no! no! You just um… always seemed to reply early in the morning here. So I figured it was late wherever you were.
Yoongi face palms. Smooth save, Min.
Ah okay. Makes sense I guess.
So what are you doing in Seoul?
Hopefully meeting my soulmate.
Oh! That’s exciting! I hope everything goes well for you two.
Me too. I hope everything goes the way I am thinking it will but.. we’ll see.
Well if you were traveling all day aren’t you tired? Shouldn’t you be in bed?
Yes I should be but I can’t sleep. I’m too anxious.
I’m sure your soulmate feels the same. But they would want you to get your rest and take care of yourself.
You’re right. I’ll try my best.
What usually helps you sleep?
Um.. well this might sound silly but I fall asleep easily to Yoongi’s songs and videos of him just talking? His voice is so soothing.
Huh.. I see. You like his voice then?
Yes. Very much. It almost feels like.. coming home after a long trip. Just that comfort of knowing you are home.
Yoongi blushes at this and the sweet compliments.
Maybe he’ll surprise you and do a vlive or something.
Hah, I can only wish.
After that you don’t get a reply. You do however, get a notification on your phone that Yoongi is doing a Vlive. You laugh to yourself as you realize that there is no way that account wasn’t him at this point. You pull out your phone.
You know for someone who isn’t Min Yoongi you sure called that one right.
It’s just a voice live, you hear his phone go off and then hear him quietly chuckling into the mic. You don’t receive a reply but don’t anticipate you will at this point. Yoongi says something in Korean to start that you don’t quite catch what he says, but then he repeats himself in English.
“I heard from some of you that you like my voice and it’s calming to you. Since it’s nearing the end of the night I figured this would be a good way for you all to relax and unwind after a long day.” You smile to yourself and put your headphones in, quickly drifting off to sleep. You wake up a few hours later. When you glance at the clock you see it’s after midnight. You groan and sit up, looking over to the other bed to see your friend completely passed out still. You’ve always envied how deeply they seem to sleep.
As you sit there, the anxiety begins to come back. How nervous you are is finally starting to settle in. What if he doesn’t like you? What if you don’t get along? What if he was hoping his soulmate was someone famous? Are you good enough for him? Your leg starts shaking back and forth before you can’t sit still any longer. You crawl out of bed and slip your shoes on, quietly heading out the door as you don’t want to wake up your friend. You walk outside into the fresh air and find that it is helping you calm down to be able to just walk.
You don’t know where you are heading, but you have your phone with you and can easily find your way back to the hotel with the GPS. You put your headphones back in and just walk. You are listening to the playlist you had made of the few songs Yoongi had wrote for you and continue wandering and humming along. After you listen to all of the songs at least once you come across a bench with a man sitting on it. You don’t pay him any attention and walk on by, lost in your own world. You don’t make it very far before you feel a gentle tug on the bottom of your shirt. You turn around and see the man looking up at you. His bottom half of his face is covered and he’s wearing a beanie and heavy coat. Clearly he doesn’t want to be seen. You panic for a second thinking maybe he was going to mug you before he says something to you.
“What?”
“Ah, foreigner?” You nod.
“I said it’s dangerous to be outside alone this late.” He repeats in English. Your heart nearly drops to your stomach. You know that voice. You’d recognize it anywhere.
“Yoongi?” His eyes widen at that and now he seems to be the one panicked.
“Shit.. Are you a fan? Please don’t tell anyone you saw me and don’t freak out and scream. I go out late to avoid people for a reason-”
“Yoongi stop. It’s me!”
“Am I supposed to know you? Please don’t tell you’re a sasaeng. Wow this is just my luck.”
“It’s y/n!” Yoongi freezes and drops his hand to his side and he looks a little angry if the way he furrows his brows at you is any indication.
“Funny joke. Haha okay what do you want? An autograph?”
“No I’m serious Yoongi it’s me! We’ve been talking on Twitter back and forth! Ah wait no I’m sorry that wasn’t Min Yoongi I forgot.” You say with a smirk on your face.
“I… There’s no way. Let me see your phone.” You pull it out and unlock it, then hand it over to him. He opens up your Twitter and goes to your notifications and sure enough, there’s your conversations. “Oh my god.. Y/n it’s really you.” He hands your phone back and just stares at you in shock.
“Um.. So… what-“
“No, no! Absolutely not! I did not spend all night writing that song about us meeting for the first time for you to just bump into me on the street. I refuse.”
“Yoongi! You can’t fight fate-“
“Like hell I can’t. Watch me.” He stands up and grabs you, turning your shoulders around to face away from him and gives you a gentle push. “Now you march your cute little butt back to your hotel and we can try this again tomorrow.”
“Yoongi, oh my god.” You burst out laughing and your shoulders begin to shake with you how much you are laughing. You can hear him chuckling behind you before his hands move down and wrap around your waist, pulling you into a back hug.
“You have no idea how happy I am to finally have you here. I have never felt so many emotions in my heart at once but they are all good and they are all because of you.” You let your hands move down and your fingers play with his where they are resting on your waist. “But I really want to do this right. So please. Let’s pretend this first encounter never happened. And I’ll see you tomorrow at the river.. okay?” You smile and nod your head.
“Okay, Yoongi. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Can we meet earlier in the afternoon though instead of the evening. I-“
“Ah! Nope! My song says a crisp autumn EVENING. Not day. You’re just going to have to be patient now go on then!” He lets go of you and you let out a giggle but continue walking down the sidewalk. You don’t miss the footsteps trailing behind you on the way.
“What are you doing? I thought you said you didn’t want to meet until tomorrow? Now you’re following me back to my hotel? Scandalous. We haven’t even had our first date and you’re already-”
“Yah! Shush. I just want to make sure you make it back safely. I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s not safe at night time. Pretend I’m not here.”
“Okay.” You smile the whole way back. When you reach the hotel lobby and turn around he’s already gone. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much as you walk back to your hotel room. You open the door quietly and shuffle back in, kicking your shoes off and collapsing into bed. Your friend is awake now.
“Where did you go?”
“Just for a walk. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Ah, too anxious to meet him for the first time?” You laugh to yourself.
“Yeah, I was. But the walk really helped me. I think I am really ready to see him now.”
“Good! Now get some rest! We have a big day ahead. Well you do anyways. I’ll just be hanging around here anxiously waiting for you to get back and tell me every single detail of your first meeting.”
“Sure thing. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight y/n. I’m sure Yoongi is going to love you. You have nothing to worry about.” You roll over onto your side and before long you are about to drift off to sleep when a noise from your phone brings you out of your drowsy daze. You see it’s a notification for twitter. Yoongi, sent you a message.
By the way, you’re absolutely the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
You smile and your cheeks heat up, feeling a warmth in your chest as you finally drift off to sleep.
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You don’t wake up until late afternoon. The jet lag, coupled with the anxiety you felt last night before meeting Yoongi and being up late had allowed you to sleep for a long time. You probably would have still been asleep if your friend wouldn’t have woken you up to go eat lunch. You don’t tell them that you already met Yoongi, having promised to pretend like it never happened and you intended to keep your word. You spend the day exploring the city, even going to the Line Friends store and picking up a few items to spoil yourself a little bit. You walk around and eat until it’s now starting to get dark outside.
“We should probably head over to the park now. I’ll ride in the taxi with you there but then after I drop you off I’ll head back to the hotel.”
“Wait why don’t you just wait for me? What if something goes wrong and-“ Your friend flicks your forehead.
“Y/n don’t start that nonsense. You two are probably going to be out together all night. Just text me and check in. Let me know how everything is going, alright?” You nod and hug your friend tightly.
“Thank you for coming with me, and pushing me out of my comfort zone. And annoying Yoongi with your horrible songs. If it weren’t for you I probably wouldn’t have met him.”
“Hmmm, yes you would. Fate would have made sure of it, but I will take the praise anyway.” Just then a taxi pulls up and you both get in. But when you arrive at the park only you get out. You wave to your friend as the car pulls away. The butterflies in your stomach feel like they are going to fly out of your mouth at any moment. You walk along the riverside, admiring the views and listening to the sounds of the crickets. You notice up ahead all of the flowers and your pace quickens when you notice Yoongi standing in the middle of all of them. He spots you and immediately starts waving. But you ignore it and keep walking. He stops waving and tilts his head in confusion.
“Y/n!” He yells your name but you still continue walking along the path towards him. “Are you going to say hi to me or not?!”
“Huh? Sorry do I know you?”
“Are you serious right now?”
“We’ve never met before. How do you know my name?” You are trying so hard not to laugh when it finally clicks with Yoongi.
“Ah yes you’re right. My mistake. Are you here to meet with someone?”
“Yes. My soulmate told me to meet him among the cosmos.” You say with a smile. Yoongi is absolutely beaming as he reaches down and takes your hand in his.
“Well then that would be me. I’m Yoongi. But you must have already known that if you heard my songs for you.” He brings your hand up to his lips and gently kisses the back of it. The shock it sends through you almost brings you to your knees.
“I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you soul mate.” Yoongi’s gummy smile widens further before he pulls you tightly into his arms. His hug is bone crushing, making it slightly hard for you to breathe but there is no way you would ask him to let go. Your arms are around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder and you feel your sweater dampen. You pull away in shock.
“Yoongi why are you crying?”
“Why are YOU crying?”
“I am not!” But you know you are. You can feel the tears streaming down your face and your voice cracks when you talk. “Okay I definitely am.” You both laugh and reach up to wipe each other’s tears away. You spend a few moments with your hands gently ghosting over each other’s faces, wanting to commit the way it feels to memory and make sure that the other was actually there.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here. I never thought we would ever find each other. When I learned that our connections were through the songs we had stuck in our heads, I just lost all hope of ever finding my soulmate.”
“To be honest for a while there I did too. It wasn’t until I first heard your music that I knew. I just felt it immediately that you were my soul mate.”
“I felt that too. When I read your comments on my songs it was like every cell in my body was calling out to you. I just… God I still can’t believe it.” He grabs you and pulls you into another hug. You both stand there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth. Yoongi is the first to pull away but he doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you on a short walk over to one of the benches overlooking the river. You sit next to each other in a comfortable silence.
“I’m not dreaming am I?” He wonders out loud. You reach over and pinch his side and he jumps away from you with a startled yell. “What was that?!”
“Proving to you that you aren’t dreaming.” He begins to laugh at that and the sound still makes your heart race. “But I know what you mean. It still doesn’t feel real.” Yoongi sits back down on the bench and laces your fingers together again, resting his head on your shoulder.
“Okay I gotta know. What kind of music do you really listen to?” You let out a snort at this.
“All different genres. Definitely not most of the ones that were stuck in your head though.”
“And that was your friend’s idea?”
“Yes. They thought it would be funny to mess with you a little bit. At least show that I have a sense of humor so you at least had some idea of what kind of person I was.”
“Honestly I just thought you were a person with shitty taste in music.” You both laugh playfully at that.
“How did you get the idea? For the songs I mean?”
“Ah, Namjoon gave me the idea to talk to you through song writing. For the past.. hmm month or so? The guys have really been helping me try and think of ways to find my soulmate. I think they were tired of seeing me mope all the time. They all had found theirs so easily I was just.. stuck.” Your heart clenches, knowing that feeling all too well. You squeeze his hand as a comforting gesture.
“I know what you mean.” Yoongi returns your squeeze.
“But hey everything worked out okay in the end right? We’re finally here with each other. I want to know you better. I want to know everything. What you’re passionate about, what things you like and dislike. Where you’re from, about your family, what your childhood was like. What-“
“Whoa there. We have all night Yoongi there is no rush.”
“We um.. have more than a night though right? Like… I know we’re soulmates fated to be together and all that but you still have a choice. Do you want to keep seeing me?” Yoongi seems insecure and unsure of himself now as he plays with the rings on your fingers and refuses to meet your gaze.
“Of course I want to continue seeing you! Why would you think even for a moment I wouldn’t?” He sighs and tries to untangle his hands from yours but you just hold on tighter.
“Being in a relationship with an idol isn’t easy y/n… I don’t think you fully understand what all of this is going to entail. You’re never going to have a moment of privacy. Even when we go out together on dates someone is almost always going to figure out who I am.”
“Well no one has so far tonight right? I think you just need to wear a mask and hide who you are then it won’t be so bad. Especially if we go out at night or go to more secluded places. I know dating an idol isn’t going to be easy but I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you. I’ll take all the good and bad that comes with it.” Yoongi stops trying to hold himself back any longer. He moves his hand behind your head and tugs you in closer to him so he can finally connect his lips to yours.
The kiss is sweet, gentle but loving. It’s like he’s pouring the years of emotions he’s felt towards you into the kiss. There isn’t any sparks or crazy fireworks. Everything just goes quiet, and suddenly it’s like you two are the only ones in the world right now. Yoongi pulls away after a few short moments. Even for just a short kiss you both are a bit breathless.
“Wow. I didn’t know kissing your soulmate would feel like that.” He says in between breatths.
“Me either. That was… perfect.” Yoongi smirks.
“Perfect? Wow am I that good of a kisser?” You playfully smack his arm and he laughs. You two spend quite a while talking on that bench. Asking questions and getting to know each other better. The moon is hanging high in the sky and all the stars are shining on the two of you. The wind starts to pick up and you shiver. “Ah are you cold, sweetheart?” He takes his jacket off and drapes it around you, although you did feel your face heat up at the petname. You hope Yoongi doesn’t notice your blush and will just assume it’s because you’re cold. “We can go now if you want to.” You shake your head back and forth quickly.
“No! I mean.. I don’t want to leave you yet.” His expression softens at your confession.
“Well.. We can go back to my place? If you’re comfortable with that?” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively at him and he moves away from you.  “Not like that!”
“I’m kidding, Yoongi! I’d love to go back with you. Even if we don’t talk at all. Even if we just sleep it doesn’t matter. I just want to be around you.”
“I’m glad you feel that way because I was thinking the same thing.” He stands off the bench and takes your hand to lead you over to the car that was waiting to take the two of you back to his house. You send your friend a quick update text, to let her know everything was okay and going well. They send you back a bunch of heart emojis and you slip the phone back in your pocket. On the way up to his door it doesn’t sneak past your notice that he hasn’t let go of your hand the entire time you two have been together.
“Do you like holding hands?” He blushes and looks away, busying himself with entering the code into the door so it unlocks.
“Um.. Yeah I do. Does it bother you?”
“Not at all. I love it actually.”
“Do you want any tea or anything to drink to help warm you up?”
“Mmm, no. I just need you.” With how much Yoongi has been smiling he’s beginning to wonder if his muscles are just going to be permanently stuck.
“Do you want to go lay down? Maybe watch a movie?”
“That sounds perfect.”
You are both laying down now, in his bed. You are actually laying with Yoongi, your soulmate. Your head resting on his chest while he was a tight grip around your waist. You are starting to fall asleep when you feel his grip suddenly tighten around you. You lift your head up to look at him.
“Everything okay?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah. Sorry did I squeeze you too hard?”
“No I just thought maybe something was wrong and you wanted my attention.” Yoongi shakes his head, but bites his lip as if he is thinking deeply about something.
“It’s not that I was upset or anything.. I just wanted to make sure that you were actually here. And that I’m not hallucinating, or just imagining all this. It still doesn’t feel real. I thought I had met my soulmate before. I was so sure but it turned out it was just someone using me for my fame.. And I was so desperate to just have that connection with someone that I ignored all the warning signs. And I know you aren’t like that. I know for 100% certain you’re my soulmate but…“
“But that nagging voice in the back of your head just keeps questioning things?” He nods in confirmation. You sit up and adjust yourself so you’re facing him. You take his face in your hands and make sure he is looking at you and can see the sincerity in your eyes. “I completely understand why you are worried. Believe me. But I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never use you like that. I promise that I am here, that I am real.” You grab his hand and place it on your heart. He closes his eyes and lets himself just feel. Your warmth, the gentle thrumming of your heart beat, the sounds of your breaths. It helps ground him.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. If you ever have doubts or are worried about anything you can always come to me. I want to be there for you.” Yoongi smiles that gummy smile that is going to quickly make you fall head over heels in love with him in no time if he keeps directing it at you.
“Thank you y/n.” He pecks your lips and then pats his chest for you to lay back down. Pretty soon your breaths even out and you’ve fallen asleep. Yoongi holds you just a little bit closer, and places a kiss to the top of your head. “I already like you so much and it kind of scares me. But I am going to give you my whole heart, angel. I hope you’ll keep it safe.”
“Don’t worry I will.” Yoongi jumps.
“I thought you were asleep!”
“I was but I am not that heavy of a sleeper remember? I woke up when I heard you talking.” Yoongi blushes but snuggles closer to you.
“Do you want to meet the other members tomorrow?”
“I’d love to! Can I bring my friend too?”
“Of course. You all are going to be a part of the family now we might as well all meet one another.” You smile at that and nuzzle into his chest. You both fall asleep quicker than you ever have before, finally feeling the comfort and safety of being in each other’s arms.
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So Close - S.S. XIX
Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.
Prologue - S2E1 Part 1 - S2E2 + S2E3 Part 2 - S2E4 + S2E5 + S2E6 Part 3 -  S2E7 +S2E8 Part 4 - S2E9 + S2E10 Part 5 - S2E11 + S2E12 Part 6 Part 7 - S3AE1 Part 8 - S3AE2 + S3AE3 Part 9 - S3AE4 Part 10 - S3AE5 + S3AE6 Part 11 - S3AE7 + S3AE8 Part 12 - S3AE9 + S3AE10 + S3AE11 Part 13 - S3AE11 + S3AE12 Part 14 Part 15 - S3BE1 + S3BE2 Part 16 - S3BE3 + S3BE4 Part 17 - S3BE5 + S3BE6 Part 18 - S3BE7 + S3BE8 + S3BE9 Part 19 -  S3BE10 +  S3BE11
Word-count: 4.4k+
A/N: i’ve been working on season four the past few days and it’s genuinely funny how little i remember of anything post-season three. also should i just link to the masterlist instead of listing all the parts above? 
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You were still kneeling over Derek when Scott came in. Only, you didn’t know that it was him and Kira, so the moment you noticed the movement you threw one of the knives at his head. Kira caught it just in time. 
“Woah,” Scott exhaled, still staring at the knife in Kira’s hand. “What happened?” 
“They disappeared,” Allison answered. “They literally just vanished.” 
“Yeah, and so did Stiles,” you said. You stood up and held a hand out to Derek. He winced as you helped him up and you noticed how bad the gash on his shoulder looked. “Hey, you okay?” 
“It’ll heal,” he said briskly. “We need a new plan. Now.”
The five of you explained what happened to Scott and Kira, and they told you about Kira’s mom and the army medic, Rhys. She’d created the nogitsune. Her own mark for vendetta. You stayed with Derek after everyone else left and helped him set up his chessboard to mimic the one the nogitsune had left. 
“And what are the two of you doing?” Peter asked. “More importantly, Derek, why aren’t you healing?” 
“It’s from one of their swords. It’ll heal,” Derek said
“And we’re trying to set up a board like the one in Stiles’ room,” you said. “I used to play with him when we were younger so I know his moves but this is … different.” 
“Of course it’s going to be different when he’s playing without rules,” Peter said, rolling his eyes as he did.
“What does that mean?” Derek asked. 
“You’re dealing with the kind of spirit that’s lived too long to play by human rules,” Peter explained. “It’s a fox spirit that chose to become human. And supposedly, that’s something they can do only after about a hundred years.” 
You looked up at Derek. That would explain why the nogitsune in Stiles was such a piece of work; it had time to perfect the art of being an ass.
“Besides,” Peter continued as he put on his jacket, “Chess is Stiles’ game. It’s not the game of a Japanese fox.” 
You stayed up with Derek a little while longer and helped him clean up his wound. When you were done, he told you to go home and get some sleep. You argued but eventually he got his way. You ran into Cora and Isaac when you were heading to the elevators. 
“Isaac!” You beamed up at him before pulling him into a hug. “I didn’t know they released you. How are you feeling?” 
“Like a whole new man,” he said. You laughed but there was a glint in his eye that you didn’t recognize. 
“That’s great. I’m really happy for you,” you said, shoving your hesitance away. You were just being paranoid because of Stiles. “And now Cora can sleep on something that’s not a waiting room bench.” 
Cora didn’t laugh at your joke, but she gave you a similar half-smile. Maybe they were just tired. 
“Okay, well, see you around,” you said before stepping into the elevator. 
Isaac waved at you slowly as the doors closed and Cora just kept giving you a blank stare. 
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“The couch. Put him on the couch,” Scott said as he and Aiden carried Stiles’ body in. 
You’d been coming up with a plan in Scott’s room for most of the morning when Lydia called. She sounded crazed, but she swore that she and Aiden found Stiles’ body and he was freezing. They thought he was dead. 
“Guys, this is crazy,” Melissa said. “He needs to be in the hospital.”
“Mom, do you remember what happened the last time he went to the hospital?” Scott asked.
Deaton pulled up Stiles’ shirt slightly. He had a new cut across his lower stomach, and for a second you thought it was still the one you gave him and that it just didn’t heal. Deaton raised the shirt a bit higher and you saw that yours had already scarred over. 
“It doesn’t look like he’s bleeding,” he said. “I think he might ever be healing.” 
“You mean healing like we heal?” Aiden asked. 
“He’s got to,” you said. You pointed your scar. “He got that a few days ago when I stabbed him.” 
“You stabbed him?” Scott asked. 
“He attacked me, remember?” you said, very carefully leaving out the kiss. You got flustered and stepped back. “Besides, that’s not the point. What does it mean if he’s healing like them?”
“It’s good for him,” Deaton started, “I’m not so sure if it’s good for us.”
“I think we should kill him,” Aiden said. “He’s knocked out. We could end this.” 
“No!” practically everyone in the room snapped at him. 
“Well, if we’re not gonna kill him then why aren’t we at least tying him down with really big chains?” he asked. 
“I might have something more effective,” Deaton said as he opened his medical bag. 
He pulled out a very familiar glass bottle and motioned for Scott and Aiden to hold Stiles down and open his mouth. When they did, he moved closer and started pouring the clear liquid out of the dropper and down his throat. 
Stiles started thrashing almost immediately. He grabbed Aiden’s hand before reaching for his neck. Your throat burned in response as you watched Aiden yell for someone to get Stiles off of him. 
“Kanima venom,” Stiles said, his shaking hand lowering to his side. He looked over at you. “Nice touch.”
Aiden started growling and moving in on Stiles, partially shifting in the process. 
“You know they say that twins get a feeling when the other one’s in pain?” Stiles asked. “You didn’t lose that talent, too, did you?” 
Aiden stopped. 
“Oh, I hope not. You’re going to need it,” Stiles continued. Aiden looked over at Scott. “Okay, I’ll give a little hint: Ethan’s at the school.”
“Go,” Scott told him. 
That was all the encouragement Aiden needed. Stiles laughed as he left, rolling his back to rest on the couch. 
“Oh, I hope he gets there in time,” Stiles said. “I like the twins.” 
“Yeah, you might be the only one,” you mumbled, looking gown to gather yourself. 
Stiles turned his back and looked at you. “But you like Isaac, right? Oh, and, uh, what’s her name again? Cora?” 
“Scott-” you started cautiously. He nodded at you and you took off after Aiden, grabbing the car keys off the counter. 
“Have fun!” 
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When you pulled into the school parking lot, Allison was running inside. You ran to catch up with her. “Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked. 
“Some of my equipment’s missing and the trackers say it’s here,” she said. “What are you doing here?” 
“I think Isaac and Cora are going to kill the twins,” you said. 
“Oh.” She stopped for a second and looked at you before nodding. “That’s probably more important than a missing stun gun, right?” 
“Depends on who you ask.”
When you managed to find them, Cora and Isaac were closing in on Kira. What was she doing here? You didn’t have time to ask. Allison hit Isaac with the crossbow and he stumbled a few feet back. Cora growled and moved closer so you threw a knife at her to keep her at bay. 
The twins started waking up as Isaac started getting back on his feet. As they stepped forwards, all three of them were shifting. It was almost menacing enough to distract from Cora circling around the back. 
“This probably isn’t good for us,” you said as you, Allison, and Kira started taking steps backward. As soon as you could, you pushed them into Coach’s office and slammed the door behind you. They shoved the desk up against the door. 
“Was that a good idea?” Kira asked, looking panicked. 
“Probably not,” Allison answered. 
You watched Cora and Isaac turn on the twins. For a moment it was roaring and heavy breathing but then they lashed out. It was going to be a bloodbath.
“They’re not gonna kill each other, are they?” Kira asked. 
“Cora will rip them apart before she lets them get close to Isaac,” you said. 
“Didn’t she end up hospitalized when she fought one of them?” Allison asked. 
“That was when they were alphas,” you said, taking out the electricized nightstick and pulling it out to its full length. “But we need to stop this before it gets to that.” 
The three of you left Coach’s office and into the hallway, getting ready to go into the locker room through the hallway doors. The plan was for you and Kira to go in through one, and for Allison to cover you from the other. 
“And, guys, remember, try not to kill them,” Allison said before placing a hand on the door. 
“I was just going to try to stay alive,” Kira said. 
“That works, too,” you said, opening the door and rushing in. 
Allison shot each of the twins and Kira started fighting with Cora. That left you with one very angry Isaac. 
“Okay, buddy, I need you to know I’m sorry about this,” you said as he stepped closer. He threw his hand out to slash your face and you ducked, thrusting the nightstick up and listening to crackling noise as it made contact with him. He let out a yelping noise and you whacked him with it again, but it was enough for Cora to forgot all about Kira and start in on you.
“Allison, bow!” you yelled. She threw you the crossbow and you tossed Kira the nightstick. You shot arrow after arrow into Cora but she kept coming closer. Eventually, you, Kira, and Allison ended up back to back, all with weapons that weren’t your specialty. 
But somehow you managed to subdue the wolves; Kira taking out Cora and you and Allison each taking out a twin. You called Deaton as soon as it was over and he told you about what happened to Stiles. 
The nogitsune split them and took Lydia with him. 
You dragged all of the werewolves into the shower and started running the water like he said, and when Deaton got there he started extracting the flies from them. It looked painful and made you sick. He shut off the water when he was done. 
“Are they okay now?” you asked. You were holding Isaac close to your chest, arms around his shoulders. He used one hand to hold your arms and the other to hold onto Cora. 
“I hope so,” Deaton answered. “The part that’s worrisome is that this was most likely just a distraction for what was happening to Stiles.”
“There’s really two of them now?” Kira asked, biting her lip. 
“How is that even possible?” Allison asked. “And how did the other one just take Lydia?”
“We turned around and they were gone.” Deaton shook his head. “So was her car.” 
“We can track her car,” you said. “It’s part of her insurance package.” 
“They’ve most likely gotten rid of it by now,” Deaton said. “But I’m sure Sheriff Stilinski is handling it.”
“Hold on, how do you know which Stiles is which?” Kira asked. 
“That’s what they’re trying to figure out now,” Deaton said. 
You looked at Deaton for a second before figuring it out. When you did, you rushed out of there with Kira and sped back to your house. If they were really bringing the oni forth, they could kill him. They would kill him. And you knew it was irrational because that meant the real Stiles was safe somewhere else but … but what if he wasn’t? What if they killed him because some part of the nogitsune was left behind? Like a shadow? 
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked when you and Kira got into the house, glaring at anyone who was brave enough to make eye contact with you. 
“It’s okay,” Stiles said gently, holding a hand out to get you to stop. “I’m the one who asked her to come.” 
“You’re the one who’s going to get stabbed with swords,” Kira corrected. “Mom, don’t do this to him.” 
“It is already done,” Mrs. Yukimura said. Stiles started walking towards her slowly.
“Stiles-” you caught his wrist. He was freezing. “Please don’t do this.” 
“You of all people know that I’ve gotta do this,” he said. “If I’m me, I’ll be fine. Promise. Go stand with Scott.”
The oni appeared and your argument died on your lips. He stepped away from you and they grabbed him, making those horrible clicking noises. When they were done, Stiles fell to the floor and you dropped down to cradle him. 
“Look behind his ear,” Kira’s mom said. 
You did. A backward five, just like yours.
“It worked,” Scott said breathlessly. 
“So, I’m actually me?” Stiles asked. You felt close to crying, but he looked like he was going to any minute now. 
“More you than nogitsune,” Mrs. Yukimura answered. 
“Can the Oni find him?” 
“Tomorrow night. It’s too close to dawn now,” she said.
Stiles scrunched up his face before taking a shaky breath. “Can they kill him?” 
“It depends on how strong he is,” she said. Her input was remarkably unhelpful.
“What about Lydia?” Scott asked. “Why would he take her?” 
“He would only take her for an advantage,” Mrs. Yukimura said. “The power of a banshee.”
“That’s not really making me feel better,” you said with a sigh. Absentmindedly, you ran a hand through Stiles’ hair. He was still so close. 
She smiled at you. “You can take comfort knowing that this will be over soon.” 
--- 
You didn’t speak as Scott drove the three of you to the station. All you did was sit in the back and look at the side of Stiles’ face. It was really him. And he looked genuinely worried about going to meet his dad. 
“Now, if only I could find my keys,” Noah mumbled to himself. 
“In your coffee cup,” Stiles said from the door. You and Scott were just behind him, holding worried hands. “You always drop them in your empty cup.”
It took Noah a second to get over his shock before he ran out from behind his desk and wrapped his son in a hug. Stiles met him halfway. They spoke quietly for a few seconds and you watched Scott walk past them to get to Noah’s desk. 
“Is it over?” Noah asked. 
Scott picked up Noah’s keys from his coffee cup and closed his hand around them. “Not yet.”
Scott told Noah about what happened with Stiles and the nogitsune, and how he kidnapped Lydia after the split. You sat on the couch and fussed with the bottom of your sleeves. Noah put an APB out on Lydia’s car. 
“Isn’t there anything else that we can do?” Scott asked. 
“At this hour?” Noah asked before taking a breath. “No, not really.” 
“He took her for a reason, Dad,” Stiles said. “Look, if we can figure out the why, maybe we can figure out the where.” 
“Okay,” Noah said. He looked over his shoulder. “What would a nogitsune need with a banshee?” 
“I don’t know. Lydia’s pretty good at finding dead bodies. Maybe he needs to find a body?” Stiles looked at Scott to see what he thought. 
“Scott, you know more about this than all of us,” Noah said. 
“Me?” 
“You said you got the whole story from Noshiko,” Noah said. 
“Yeah, but that happened during World War II,” Scott said, sounding confused. “Like seventy years ago.” 
“Wait, what did you say?” Stiles asked. You looked up at him, recognizing the lilt in his voice. 
“Noshiko told me about the internment camp-”
“No, no, no. Before that.” Stiles looked at his dad. “You said ‘the whole story?’”
“Yeah,” you said slowly, getting up to move closer to them. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a girl at Eichen House. Her name’s Meredith,” Stiles explained. “I think she might be able to help.” 
Noah got Parrish to get Eichen House on the phone and ask about Meredith. When he came back with the news, he said that she’d been moved to the closed unit because of behavioral issues. She wouldn’t stop screaming. 
Noah said that he’d go collect Meredith if the three of you promised to wait for him in his office. You did, and it was the most awkward time you’d ever spent with Scott and Stiles. You were all quiet until Scott got up to find something to drink. You immediately said that you’d go with him. 
“Actually, uh, Y/N, would you mind staying?” Stiles asked. He was sitting on Noah’s desk. 
You bit your lip and looked at Scott. He nodded at you. “I guess not.” 
“Thanks,” he said quietly. He took a deep breath when Scott closed the door behind him. “Are we … ever going to talk about it?” 
The kiss, before or after the MRI? The attack? You weren’t sure. “Talk about what?” 
“Well, uh, before all this … you kissed me,” he said. Oh. “And I think you asked me out when your mom sedated me.” 
“Stiles, I-” 
He lifted up a hand and you fell silent, pulling away slightly. He dropped his hand. 
“You’re afraid of me?” he whispered.
“Stiles, I know it wasn’t you,” you said, taking steps forward. “I- I don’t know why I’m still acting like this. You and me, we’re-” 
“Different now,” he said, looking down. You’d reached your hands out for his face while you spoke, but stopped just short when he said it was different. “It’s okay. I get it.”
You didn’t know what to say. 
“You wanted to go get something to drink?” he asked. “There should be something in the fridge in the break room.” 
You bit your lip as you got up and headed for the door. You stopped with your hand on the doorknob. “I meant what I said before,” you said softly. You looked him in the eyes. “When this is all over … you’re taking me out on a real date. Okay?”
Stiles nodded and looked down again. You didn’t wait to listen if he said anything else.
---
Stiles was asleep on the couch and you and Scott were taking turns watching over him. It was still your turn, but you needed to do something other than stare at his sleeping face, so you were making tea. You started listening carefully when they started talking. Stiles was in a lot of pain, having nightmares, and he was freezing. 
“Hey, Y/N!” Scott called. 
The sudden noise made you drop the teaspoon you were holding. “Yeah?” 
“Meredith’s at the school,” he said. “Stiles and I are going to talk to her. You coming?” 
You picked up your spoon and set it on the counter. “Yeah, of course.”
The people from Eichen House were already there when the three of you got to the school. You rushed inside to find Kira and look for Meredith, and when you did you also found Coach standing over a newly tazed nurse telling you to get Meredith out of there. 
You and Stiles each took one of Meredith’s arms and the five of you ran out, piling back into the Jeep. Kira left somewhere between running out of the school and getting in the Jeep, but you tried not to focus on it as you sat in the back with Meredith. 
“Okay-” Stiles took a breath “-Where’s Lydia?” 
“Who’s Lydia?” Meredith asked.  
You looked over at Scott and then to Stiles. “Lydia’s our friend. She- she went missing-” 
“She was kidnapped.” 
“-And we were hoping you knew how to find her,” you finished. 
“I don’t know where Lydia is,” Meredith said. 
“Okay.” Stiles turned around and started the Jeep. “Good talk.” 
He drove kind of erratically back to the house and you rushed Meredith inside when he stopped. You came to a sudden stop when you saw your dad and Isaac together, and Stiles didn’t see in time so he stumbled into your back. Instinctively, you reached for each other’s hands to steady yourselves, but when you realized what you were doing, you pulled away. 
“What are you doing here?” Scott asked, not noticing that you were having an internal crisis. 
“I could ask you the same thing,” Rafael said. 
“Actually, no. You see, we actually live here,” you said, waving your hand around as you did. 
“And- and we’ve got a free period.” Stiles rushed out that part, covering your snark with an easily bought lie. “We’re doing a group study.”
“And who’s she?” Rafael asked, nodding to Meredith. 
“She’s my girlfriend.” Stiles put an arm around Meredith, and you didn’t know if she was more shocked or if you were. 
“You’re not my type,” Meredith said hesitantly. 
You tried not to laugh. You didn’t look at Isaac because you knew you would lose what little composure you had left if you did.
“Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about,” Stiles said. He looked between her and you. “We should maybe take this upstairs?” 
Meredith, however, was only looking at Isaac. She pointed to him. “He’s my type.”
“It’s the curls, right?” you asked. No one answered but Meredith nodded along solemnly, which was the only confirmation you needed.  
“Okay. Isaac, you can come, too,” Stiles said eventually. 
You slipped your hand in Isaac’s and followed them to the stairs. As you hoped, Scott mumbling about an explanation distracted Rafael enough for him to not ask you to stay. When you got to your room, you shut the door behind you. Stiles was trying to tell Meredith about Lydia again and Isaac was standing apprehensively near him. 
“Lydia?” Meredith asked. “You mean the red-haired girl?”
“Yes! Yes! Good. Progress!” Stiles stopped hitting his fists together and concentrated on Meredith again. “Now, all you’ve got to do is tell us where she is.” 
“Okay,” Meredith said with a small smile. You relaxed before she added, “If she tells me.”
“If she tells you?” Isaac repeated. Meredith nodded. “Well, can you ask her?”
Meredith seemed proud when she answered, “I already did.”
“Meredith, that’s great!” you smiled. You would have touched her shoulder if you didn’t think she’d freak at the unfamiliar affection. “What did she say?” 
“She said she doesn’t want to be found,” Meredith said. 
You looked behind Stiles to Isaac. Did she really just say that? Judging by his face, she did. What were you supposed to do now?
Stiles started hitting his fists together again. “Great.”
You pulled on his jacket slightly and nodded your head to the other side of the room. He and Isaac followed you and you started discussing a plan. 
“I’m just saying-” 
“Isaac, we’re not going to torture her,” Stiles said. 
“I meant scare her,” Isaac argued. 
“What if you kissed her?” you asked. They stared at you. “I’ve heard it’s great for panic attacks and you’re her type.” 
“Did you forget that Cora would literally kill me if I kissed another girl?” he asked. 
“We’re not going to psychologically torture her either!” Stiles whispered fiercely at you. 
“Fine. How about this? You said she hears things, right?” Isaac asked. “Doesn’t that mean she’s like Lydia? A banshee?”
You looked at Meredith sitting on the bed. It was kind of hard to believe that she had anything in common with Lydia, but it made sense. You watched Isaac and Stiles try their new plan of attack, and it was going monumentally bad. Until Meredith asked about the phone. 
When she pulled it away from her ear, she said, “They say ‘coup de foudre.��”
“Coup de what?” Stiles asked. “What is that - Spanish?” 
“French.” You looked up at Scott in the doorway. “It’s French.”
---
As always, Scott and Stiles were in the front of the Jeep as you drove to Eichen House, but at least this time you were in the back with Isaac. He let you hold his hand and trace patterns over the top to calm down. 
“Hey, you okay?” Scott asked Stiles. 
“Yeah,” he said. It sounded like a lie. “Yeah, you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Alright, I’ll say it.” Isaac leaned forward and sighed as he spoke. “You look like you’re dying.” 
You smacked his arm. “Isaac!” 
He ignored you and went on, “You’re pale, thin, and you look like you’re getting worse. And we’re all sitting here thinking it. So when we find the other you, is he gonna look like he’s getting better?”
“What happens if he gets hurt?” Scott asked. 
“You mean if he dies, do I die?” Stiles asked. “I don’t care. Just so long as no else dies because of me. I remember everything I did, Scott. I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember strangling Y/N.” 
“You didn’t strangle me,” you said. “That wasn’t you.” 
“Yeah, but I remember it,” Stiles said. “So you guys have gotta promise me: You can’t let anyone get hurt because of me.”
You didn’t say anything. Isaac looked like he’d already made up his mind - he’d kill fake Stiles even if it meant killing real Stiles. Scott was more difficult to read. He didn’t want to hurt Stiles but you knew he wanted to end this. 
Stiles killed the Jeep when you reached the gates and you climbed out to meet Kira, Allison, and Cora. They all seemed just as nervous as you felt. You looked over at Scott for some encouragement. 
“We’ve done this before, guys,” he said. “A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember? That was a total stranger. This is Lydia.”
“I’m here to save my best friend,” Allison said. She’d made up her mind about rescuing Lydia. 
“I came to save mine,” Scott agreed. 
“I just didn’t feel like doing homework,” Isaac said as he started walking through the gates. 
“Okay, see, this is why no one else likes you,” you said, following after him. He shot you a lazy smile over his shoulder, melting your annoyance slightly. 
Scott and Stiles went to find Lydia; you and the others went to confront Noshiko and the Oni. It was hard to concentrate on what they were saying. You were trying to figure out how you were going to stop unkillable demons with throwing knives and an electrified baton. Turns out you didn’t have to worry, though, because they disappeared. 
“Where did they go?” you asked. Noshiko looked pained. She unfurled her hand and revealed a firefly that had been turned to dust. “What does that mean?” 
“It means there’s been a change in ownership,” Stiles said. “Now they belong to me.” 
As horrifying as it was seeing him flanked by six oni, it was good to know that the fake Stiles looked as sickly and pale as your Stiles. Maybe you’d get lucky and he’d pass out and this would all be over. What was that saying about wishful thinking, again?
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Fall: Welcome to Brooklyn
Pairing/Characters: College AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers, Winnifred Barnes, George Barnes, Rebecca Barnes (Bucky 616 Family) Warnings: Nothin, swearin Chapter Summary: Bucky takes you home to Brooklyn and introduces you to his family and close friend, Steve but someone can tell that this isn’t the real deal.  Word Count: 2k+ A/N: Chapter two woop woop
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You tapped your foot impatiently on the concrete ground. How could one person be late to their own event. As you looked across the yard, you see Bucky giving a blonde-headed girl a rough kiss, hands tangled in her hair. You rolled your eyes. He ran towards you and waved her goodbye.
“You’re fifteen minutes late! We’re going to miss the flight.” You groaned.
“Sorry, I had, uh, business to take care of.”
“Christ! Just say you slept with someone and you woke up late, women aren’t ‘businesses’, Bucky.” He took your tone seriously and immediately apologised, “Okay, load your shit and let’s go.” He found it to be quite a turn on that you were so straightforward, something he wasn’t used to with the girls he’d been with.
After exiting the car, Bucky thanked the driver and wished him a nice day. Today was a good day, it wasn’t too hot or too cold, the humidity in Los Angeles kept it that way. When you boarded the plane, Bucky buckled his seatbelt and exhaled.
“Get ready for the loudest family you’ll ever meet.” You chuckled.
“The louder the better.”
“I hope you mean that because you’re in for a wild ride.” 
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You bought a book on-board with you but before you knew it, you’d passed out. Bucky positioned your head on his shoulder and covered you in a blanket, not wanting you to get too cold from the plane’s air conditioning. He dog-eared the last page you landed on and placed it atop of the table in front of you. He let out a quiet chuckle at the way your mouth opened whilst you slept, swearing that drool was about to slip out. He watched a couple of movies before the pilot announced that the plane was about thirty minutes away from landing. Bucky gently shook you awake.
“Good morning sleepyhead.” You look up at him, catching his cheeky smile, “Have a good nap?”
“Yeah, since I had to wake up at 6 in the morning, only for you to show up fifteen minutes late.” You replied groggily.
“You wanna know the cherry on top of your sundae?” You raised your eyebrows in response, your head lifted from his shoulder, “It’s -2 degrees outside!” You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut before waking yourself up and sitting up, getting ready to get off the plane.
“See you in 10 minutes? Okay cool.” He could see how cold you were. Tapping your foot on the ground, your hands curling into fists, “They’re almost here, you good?”
“Yeah, j-just not used to the cold.”
“It’s not too bad today.” He stepped in closer and took both of your hands in his, covering the back of your hands and rubbing heat into them. You flinched lightly when he brought them up to his lips and started blowing hot air into them, “Relax, it’ll make your hands warm by the time they get here.”
“Okay, sorry.” He shook his head.
“Don’t apologise, you’re fine.”
“I’m just nervous, I guess.” You mumbled as he kept rubbing and blowing hot air into your hands.
“You’re really getting into girlfriend mode here.” He laughed.
“Really? Well, look at you.” You eyed him and his hands atop of yours.
“Touché, Y/N, touché.”
Seven minutes pass by and Bucky’s dad arrives in a black car, helping you both with your bags into the back.
“Freezing, isn’t it?” He ushered you both into the car, “Introductions later, let’s go.” Like an Oscar-worthy performance, you acted as if you’d been with Bucky for a long time, snuggling into him a little. It took Bucky aback a little, you being so affectionate after scolding him not even half an hour ago about waking up at 6 in the morning. You locked your arms into his and your head laid on his shoulder the whole ride back to his home. When you all arrived, Bucky had insisted that you go inside while he and his father unload the car but of course, you refused. You helped him with the bags and headed inside alongside him.
You greeted everyone once you entered their warm home, giving them hugs and a welcoming smile.
“Mom, Dad, Bec, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my girlfriend.” When those words came out of his mouth, it felt foreign. Probably because you’d never had a single person introduce you as one.
“Well, it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N, my name is Winnie and while our dear Bucky,” Winnie says with a disappointed tone, “hasn’t spoken about you, Steve has and you sound just wonderful.” Winnie took you by the hand and led you to the couch, sitting you down. His sister, Rebecca, followed whilst Bucky and his dad headed into the kitchen to grab a beer, “Tell us everything, how you met, what you do… Everything!” You could only give out a nervous chuckle.
“It’s a funny story actually.”
Wednesday, September 22nd, 2016 – UCLA Fall Semester Orientation
You hated being the new kid. Your anxiety was at an all time high and you were surrounded by people who were already making new friends. Although, knowing that these people were also new to the university calmed you down a little bit.
“If everyone could gather around and quiet down, tour is about to start, the quicker we start the quicker we can get you into your dorms.” The guide wore a blue and yellow shirt, UCLA written right across the middle, his hair was brown and long which he kept pushing back. To his right was a red headed girl and next to her was another guy with ashy blonde quaffed hair. They were laughing together whilst the brown headed guy tried to quiet everyone down.
“Hey! SHUT UP!” The red-headed yelled out and the crowed quietened down in an instant, “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Natasha.” He turned back to everybody, “Hey guys, I’m Bucky, this is Natasha, and Clint,” he pointed to the people beside him, “we’re your tour guides and once we’re done we’ll settle you into your dorm rooms.”
An hour later, a group which included yourself, were taken to your dorm rooms. The hallway was long but each of the first years had a room as you guys walked down. Your room was at the very end and you were bunking with another first year, her name is Maria. You exchanged greetings and she showed you around the room.
“I’m quickly just going to say thank you to the guide guy.” Maria nodded and gave you a smile. When you exited the room, you didn’t notice that Bucky was coming back to check on your room. Before you could react, your bodies bumped into each other, squishing the hot paper cup of coffee all over each other. You immediately reacted, “Oh my god, I am so sorry, oh fuck, oh my- I’m so so sorry!” You took off the jacket you were wearing and started dabbing his shirt, “This is all my fault, I-”
He couldn’t stop looking at you. He found it quite adorable how apologetic you were. Dabbing your own jacket up and down his shirt to dry him up. He took your wrist in his hand and you stopped in your tracks.
“You’re all good…” Waiting on you to answer with your name.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N.” He repeated, “Don’t worry about it, it’s an ugly shirt anyway.”
“Oh.” You smiled, “Okay.” Chuckling nervously.
“I’m Bucky.”
“I know, you, uh, said that at the, um, the garden.” You couldn’t stop looking at him. His eyes were beautiful and the way he spoke was like music to your ears, “I’m Y/N.”
“I know, you said that already.” You could slap yourself in the face. You did say that already.
“Looks like you do owe me a new cup of coffee though.”
“Okay, sure, um, where could we find that?” He laughed at you, not noticing that we was trying to flirt.
“I’m kidding, you know that, right?” You shook your head as you laughed at your own stupidity, “You know what though?”
“What?”
“I think we’re gonna be good friends, Y/N.”
You could tell by Winnie and Bec’s face that they were about to burst into laughter.
“You poured coffee all over my brother?�� Bec laughing, clutching her stomach.
“Not poured, it was an accident and we were friends ever since.”
“And then I asked her out six months ago.” Bucky chimed in, taking a sip out of his bottle of beer, “Right, babe?” You nodded.
“You deserve more than a coffee spillage!” Rebecca laughed, pointing at her brother and his demise. Bucky threw a couch pillow at her and laughed along. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“James, let your father get that and come sit down with your wonderful girlfriend.” He smiled at you and sat down next to you, legs touching and arm hung around your shoulder. Chattering came from the hallway and then extravagant cheers of happiness.
“Steve!” He got up from beside you and gave the blonde haired man a tight hug.
“Buck! Good to see ya, man!” He looked down at you sitting on the couch. You got up from your spot and Bucky stood beside you, “You must be Do-”
“Y/N, this is Y/N.” Bucky butted in.
“I thought her name was Dot.” Steve whispered almost to himself.
“Dot?” Winnie and Bec questioned. Bucky’s Dad took a swig from his beer and slipped into the kitchen. Bucky, you could tell, was stressing. Time to bust out the improv skills you’d recently learned from your improv class.
“My middle name is Dorothy, my uh, mom was obsessed with the Wizard of Oz when she was pregnant with me.” The silence in the room turned into ‘Ohhhh’s’ and Bucky thanked you with his eyes, “It was only right, you know?” Steve looked at you with suspicion in his eyes. He knew you were lying. He looked at Bucky and back at you. He knew that you were both lying. You weren’t the girl Bucky had previously described to him. Not even close to the features that Bucky had talked about.
“Well, I might take Y/N to the museum, show her around Brooklyn.” Bucky suggested.
“In this weather?” Steve questioned.
“Yeah, the museum’s warm.” You said goodbye to Bec, Winnie, and George, promising to see them later on in the evening and Steve tagged along with you both.
“Did you want to sit in the front, Steve?” You offered.
“Nah, you’re the girlfriend, right?” You cleared your throat with nervousness and nodded. Bucky looked at you and he knew that Steve knew. You sat in the front and closed the passenger side door, Bucky and Steve following.
“So you know then?” Bucky asked directing to Steve. Steve just nodded.
“You think after 23 years, you can lie to me?”
“She’s not Dot.” They both said at the same time, “Her name is Y/N though.”
“I know.”
“She’s a friend of mine from UCLA.” Bucky explained.
“A bit younger than you, no?” Bucky nodded, “And how do you think this is going to work out? Lying to your family like this?”
“I just wanted them off of my back, Steve.” Steve shook his head in disbelief, being the Dad friend you already knew he was and you guys drove out of the driveway, headed on the road to the Brooklyn Museum.
Bucky showed you all of his favourite art pieces, explaining what he liked about them and history of the people who painted them. He was like a miniature brochure of the museum’s art gallery. You guys walked around the exhibition and admired the pieces with history within them and Steve excused himself to the bathroom. Taking this as an opportunity to talk to Bucky.
“Steve doesn’t like me, does he?” You asked, fidgeting.
“He doesn’t not like you, he doesn’t like what I’m doing, he doesn’t like lying of any type.” He wrapped his arms around you, “Even little white lies.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“He’ll come around, you’ll find that Steve is all about the good in the world and he’s always trying to make it a better place.” He placed a kiss on your cheek.
“You know no one’s around, right? So we don’t have to pretend.”
“I know, it felt right and that wasn’t pretend.” You couldn’t help but blush.
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baektempo · 5 years
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Tiny Victories [2/6]
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Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader 
Summary: The Adventures of Baekhyun, his failing Divination classes, and his broomstick named Peanut.  
Warnings: Language 
Author’s Note: Please tell me what you think of it so far, I would love to talk to you about it :)
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Saturday morning. After two hours of Quidditch practice, Baekhyun is soaked in sweat. He has a fuzzy head and nausea is clenching his insides. Chanyeol did not joke about preparing for their next match with Ravenclaw.
He groans as he flops onto his bed, towel drying his hair. He remembers the roasted chicken. Your lips—your pretty, pretty lips. The kitchens. And—fuck, the donuts. The jam donuts he was supposed to be eating with you at midnight.
He’s ready to throw himself into the Black Lake and get eaten by the Giant Squid or something.
He sits there for a few minutes. Would you still talk to him after he ditched you to sleep? And his class—Professor Sinistra is gonna hang his ass from the Astronomy tower.
A while later, Jongdae comes into their room and gives Baekhyun a funny look. “Did you not see those?”
He points at a paper bag resting on his nightstand, with a note attached to it. Baekhyun sets the towel down and picks up the paper bag.
I figured you’d stood me up when you didn’t come to eat these sugary beautiful donuts. Don’t worry, I saved you two. And don’t forget, you’re gonna buy me all the Cherry Syrup I want from Madam Puddifoot’s. ☺
Your writing is neat and scribbly. He’s unsure of the huge smiley face that you’ve drawn, it seems like a warning. Next time you ditch me, I’ll hex you—something like that.
But still, there’s a grin on his face he re-reads it again. He looks up to see Jongdae with that funny look still on his face. “What?”
“She asked you to meet at the Hogsmeade Station,” Jongdae looks at his wristwatch, “at 10 am.”
“Oh,” Baekhyun says and chews his cheek. “It’s 9:45 am.”
Jongdae shrugs, plopping onto his bed. His cat, Blossom, climbs onto the bed, purring at Jongdae and gives Baekhyun a dirty look. That cat hates him.
He wastes no time as he huffs down the stairs, running through the corridors. He even considers flying to the station with his broomstick. But none of that can do.
He sees you talking to some third years by the time he makes it to the station. Although he’s bundled up in his warmest clothes, he feels almost as a cold sweat breaks out. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you—again.
“Glad to know you could make it on time, Baekhyun,” you tease, a smile gracing your lips.
Baekhyun is caught off guard as he puffs out laughs into the air, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m, I’m so sorry—I fell asleep after practice. I also missed class,”
You didn’t ask for an explanation nor do you look mad, but your lips still quirk up with appreciation as you nod. “Jongdae was complaining about how you and Chanyeol wouldn’t wake up. Let’s get going then, shall we?”
The carriage ride to High Street isn’t anything notable, just a few pubescent boys trying to impress you as Baekhyun tried his best to keep a scowl off of his face. He should be getting all the attention.
However, ten minutes later, his hands are freezing as he’s gathering all the snow he can possibly collect to form the largest snowball he can make.
He aims directly for your face and shoots, and as the best Chaser in the team—he scores.
The snowball catches you off guard, as you yelp and fall on your butt. Baekhyun is chortling, hand on his knee, one hand on his stomach because there’s a cramp from laughing too hard.
You laugh too.
“That was so unfair!” you say, aiming a poorly built snowball at him. It lands three feet away from him.
“Alright,” he chuckles, “Now that we’ve decided on who’s the best snowballer, lets go drink something warm.”
“Hey, I could’ve cast a charm to win but I didn’t,” You sass. “But now I’m freezing, and I forgot to bring my gloves.”
There’s a million spells Baekhyun knows that can warm you up, but at this moment he doesn't need the feel to pick out his wand and cast a charm.  Instead, he takes out his favorite gloves. The color is fading and there are strings hanging loose, but they’re still his favorite. He hands you his gloves.
“But won’t you be cold?” Steam blows as you speak ruefully. Baekhyun starts to see flecks of snow gently falling atop your head.
“I don’t mind the cold.” Liar. He despised the cold.
Maybe you know that he’s lying out of his mouth. But you still put on his gloves, and they’re a little big for you but there’s a huge grin on your face and it makes Baekhyun feels a bit warm on the inside.
By the time the both of you make it to Madam Puddifoot’s, he knows more about you: the socks that scream once Jongdae has worn them too much was a gift you gave to him last year. You would like to become a Curator, but you don't tell anyone about it because they might think that you’re a bit boring. You also hate going to the Forbidden Forest because spiders scare you a lot.
He also traded some secrets: he wants to compete in the Quidditch World Cup one day. He once cast a memory charm to make sure Filch didn’t remember him sneaking out with his friends to drink Firewhisky. He also is terrified of owls.
Madam Puddifoot’s is a dainty little tea shop. He feels out of place as he sits somewhat cramped on the chair.
“I know, the place is super… tacky. But I promise the drinks are really good,” you say hopefully.
“It’s okay, I’ve just never been here before.” He takes a peek at the other customers in the tea shop. They were all cuddled up against each other and… are they—are they making out?
Baekhyun coughs and clears his throat, hoping his ears aren’t red with embarrassment as he focuses his attention on you again. You are fidgeting with the lacy napkins on the tabletop, acting like you didn’t see him witness the snogging couples.
“I guess this place is more popular with couples.” He comments.
“I guess so.” You admit, a shy smile on your face.
“Miss ___, you sneaky girl. I did not know that you had a boyfriend!” Madam Puddifoot greets the both of you.
“He—he’s not my boyfriend!” Your eyes widen, cheeks flooding with warmth. Baekhyun is having way too much fun to see you flail over the accusation.
“Yet,” the older witch winks, taking both of your orders. Baekhyun picks a black coffee and you go with a warm tea.
“God, I’m so sorry. I think we’re better off at The Three Broomsticks.” you snort. He gazes for a moment at the soft expression in your eyes, and nods.
“If you want to.”
“We could meet up tomorrow… if you’re free?” you suggest.
Baekhyun pauses. He picks up the freshly brewed coffee, thinking of how to reject you in the nicest way. “I’m, uh, not gonna be free tomorrow.”
“Oh. Well. There’s always a next time,” There’s no anger or disappointment in your voice. Which is why he has been looking forward to spending more time with you. “There’s an essay I have to complete by Monday, so I’ll just stay back at Hogwarts.”
Baekhyun feels bad. “I, uh, I feel like I’m bringing the team down. So I want to practice more.” He admits.
There's a flash of emotions on your face, but a warm smile wins. He nearly faints as your hand covers his on the table. “I can’t imagine how bad you must be feeling over losing, but I promise you that I always admired your skills.”
His lips part in surprise. “You’ve seen me play?”
“Well, I am in the same house, you… goober. Gotta be supportive and all that.” You say lightly, and draw your hand away from his. He nearly protests at the loss of contact.
“Will you come to cheer me on for the next match this week?” he asks coolly and pauses, “Only if you’re free.”
Your eyes are glinting with a warmth and he feels cozy by it. “I would love to.”
Baekhyun breathes out a massive sigh and blinks his eyes. He can hear the snowstorm outside, and shivers in the dark of his dorm room.
He yanks off his blankets as Jongdae’s cat meows at him. He gives the cat a good glare. What business is the dumb cat upto this late, anyway?
He sucks in a breath, swings his feet onto the hardwood floor and walks downstairs. He blinks at the fireplace, and finds his way onto his favorite armchair when he spots you—laying on the carpet, scribbling away furiously with your quill.
He whispers out your name, and you nearly leap into the fireplace. “Merlin’s beard!” you gasp, “You scared me,”
He snickers and slides down onto the warm, thick rug—right next to you. “Why are you up so late?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” your voice is only a hush in the dim lit common room. The wind scratches against the windows, and Baekhyun sees the snow swirling furiously in the air.
“I couldn’t sleep.” He admits.
You set down the quill, and curl up next to him. An embrace of seeping warmth from your body makes him sigh.
“You’re nervous,” you state. Your eyes are closed. Baekhyun hums, he doesn’t really want to agree with that. Especially to you. He doesn't want to seem… weak.
“Hey, its okay, you know,” your voice is a soothing balm. “I used to think that purebloods were better than me. But honestly, it never mattered. Because at the end of the day, I became a prefect only ‘cause I worked my ass off for it.”
You chuckle. Baekhyun’s throat feels tight.
“What I’m trying to say is that… you work really, really hard. And although you don't think so, I think that you’re the best Chaser in all of Hogwarts. I know that you’ll do your best tomorrow, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun is quiet for a moment—he is wondering if you’re heaven-sent. He then shifts his body towards you. His lips lift into a loopy smile.
“I really hope we win. I heard that there’s gonna be a scout for the National Quidditch Team tomorrow,” he sighs.
“They better pick you, I’ll make sure they do,” you say. “If not, I’ll protest outside the Ministry or something.”
Baekhyun laughs—it echoes in the open space of the common room. He yawns again, and closes his eyes.
“I know we just became friends but, thank you. For always believing in me.”
Baekhyun’s face is bright red when he enters the Gryffindor common room with his teammates. A cacophony of voices and laughter fill the overcrowded room. Students wearing blue, yellow and green pop out from the dozens of reds.
He feels a bit overwhelmed with everyone’s eyes on him. He tries to hide away in a corner, but Jongdae’s shrill voice thunder across the room.
“Coooongradulaaations!”
“Good lord,” Baekhyun mumbles, and his eyes catches a huge three tiered chocolate cake. It is smothered in chocolate frosting, and there’s a huge CONGRATULATIONS! written on with red frosting. He licks his lips in anticipation.
The chocolate cake is placed on a small table and Baekhyun wonders how it’s holding up as he shuffles closer to Chanyeol. His teammates blows the candles—and he’s worried for a second that Professor Dumbledore is gonna get annoyed for such a huge ruckus being caused at the common room.
Baekhyun can't help but snicker as he sees Sehun, a close friend from Slytherin getting tangled in a streamer.
Jongin shoves a plate with a massive slice of chocolate cake towards Baekhyun. He digs into it with a fork, and takes a bite. He swallows, and almost cries from how amazing it tastes.
“Isn’t it good? Me, Jongdae, Minseok and ____ went to the Kitchens last night to help the elves bake the cake,” Jongin says. He has been a friend of Baekhyun ever since they were in the same train compartment on his first year at Hogwarts.
Baekhyun speaks with his mouth full. “It’s really good.” Jongin cringes at him.
He finds Jongdae tucked away in a corner, laughing as he speaks with Minseok. He hears Minseok complaining about an owl biting his finger. He shudders at the thought.
“Hey, Baekhyun! I almost fell out of the tower from screaming out your name so loud,” Minseok jokes and slaps his back. “You were truly the star of the match.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
There’s a proud smile on Jongdae’s face.  Minseok tells them he’s going to the Ravenclaw common room to grieve over their loss.
“When did you have the time to bake a cake?” Baekhyun blurts as soon as Minseok leaves. “You were dead asleep last night!”
“You were asleep next to ____ when I woke up to my alarm,” Jongdae says impishly as he grins back at Baekhyun and wiggles his eyebrows.
Baekhyun clears his throat.
“This is so good,” he says loudly to Jongdae over the scuffle, shoving another forkful of chocolate cake into his mouth. Jongdae does not tease him about it afterwards.
The cake is nearly gone by the time everyone gravitates to other places. Baekhyun waves to Sehun and Kyungsoo as they leave. Chanyeol is arm-wrestling with Yixing. Their voices hit the ceiling. Junmyeon couldn’t make it to the party, considering that he was the Head Boy—and had to soothe his Housemates over their loss.
That was okay, he can meet up with the boys next Saturday.
Baekhyun watches you play rock, paper, scissors with a 4th year, and grins as you snatch the plate of cake away after winning. You’re smiling as you catch his eyes, heading to sit on the same couch as him.
“You did so great,” you say lightly.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun replies, smiling a little. “You didn’t have to do this.”
He gestures at the floating balloons, pieces of paper scattered from the party poppers and what is left of the cake.
“Okay? But we did it anyway,” you shrug.
He scowls, and nudges you with his elbow. There’s a gleeful laugh, and you set the empty plate on a table top and collapse next to him.
Baekhyun shifts closer to you as you find the perfect spot to rest—using his chest to rest your head on.
His insides feel funny—and it's not from the cake.
“So, did you sneak into the kitchens without me?” Baekhyun says, pretending to be hurt.
“What makes you think I’d make you decorate a cake that’s meant for you?” you quip lazily.
“Fine. I liked it. And I like you a lot better now,” Baekhyun mumbles.
“Well, I like you enough to make a cake.” you clarify. “I’m so proud of you, Baek.”
“I haven’t felt this happy for the longest time. Maybe I was in a slump,” Baekhyun breathes in your familiar, warm scent.
“I’m glad you feel better now,” you squeeze his hand. Baekhyun feels his heart almost lurch out of his chest.
Baekhyun pulls you in closer with a fond smile.
“Wonder what’s for dinner tonight.”
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sarcastic-sunshines · 4 years
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ABIONA AU - Before Abiona Interlude Part 6: Be His Peace
Pairing: T’ Challa x Black!Reader
Warning(s): None
Word Count:  4192
Link to ABIONA by @writingmarvellousimagines
Link to Face claims (2)
Part: (1) (2) (3) (I1) (I2) (4) (I3) (I4) (5) (6) (I5)
Be His Peace
It had been a difficult two weeks for Alix and T’challa. It began when T’challa told her he would not be coming on Wednesday as he normally did. He had to attend a press conference in Vienna after the Avengers incident in Lagos. Alix for some reason had a terrible feeling about T’challa going.
“Just say you will miss me Alixandre” He joked as they laid on their bed on Saturday night before he was supposed to leave early in the morning as he normally did. Alix was nestled warmly in T’challa’s arms as he kissed her head and shoulder. She nervously played with T’challa’s fingers as she smiled at his comment.
“It is not just that babe. Obviously, I will miss you, but I just have this feeling, I don’t know but just promise you will be careful okay. I know you are the Black Panther and all but I just need you in one piece” She said grabbing his hand to kiss it before closing her fingers around his. “I don’t feel comfortable with you leaving so close to the due date. You know we only have a few more weeks until my due date”
“I promise I will be more careful. And I promise that by the next time I come back I will be here for at least three weeks after the baby is here. Do not worry. I will also be using this opportunity to talk to my father about you and the baby moving to Wakanda again.” Alix turned to face T’challa.
“Really? I thought you said it would be better to do it after the baby got here and he could meet them?”
“I did, but I have realized that it is better for us so we can start planning to move after the baby comes. Also, it is time for me as a man to defend my family and I shouldn’t wait because both of you deserve to comfortable. And I cannot wait to show you all my favourite parts of the country” He said as he kissed her cheek.
“Did you happen to take your past flames to these favourite spots as well” T’challa stiffened before speaking.
“Possibly, however that does not matter because that was when I was a different man and Alix you are the only woman in my life. Truly entle, I am here for you and you only and -” Alix giggled as she stopped her nervous lover from his normal word vomit.
“Babe it is okay, I just wanted to see you squirm. I know that wherever we go in Wakanda will be made special by you.”  She said as she kissed his cheek, T’challa released a breath that he did not know that he was holding. “Now if we were going to Brazil I would be a bit worried.” T’challa groaned
“Oh my Bast Alix you will never let that go will you”
“Nope. Goodnight. Have a safe trip okay.” She giggled as T’challa kissed her goodbye and headed to the guest room for the night. Even as she laid to sleep, Alix rubbed her belly but the feeling of imminent trouble didn’t leave her. And it continued through the night and grew as T’challa came to kiss her and the baby goodbye. 
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T’challa sat across from his father as he prepared for his speech. He stared out the window and admired the Vienna skyline. His mind thought of Alix as she walked the streets of Vienna to and from work. Most likely finding a little café where she would often lounge. She loved her time here and hoped that he could bring her and the baby back here. He had begun to grow nervous being here, just because of Alix’s reluctance to have him go. She kept reminding him of a funny feeling she was having. At this point, he was afraid that something might be wrong with the baby and it was not just her instinct. He turned to face his father. 
“ I think you should cut that line out. It sounds a bit redundant” His father looked up from his speech.
“ Thank you uyana wam, I wasn’t sure about that line”
“ What does this mean for Wakanda, signing the accords. Are we not allowing foreign jurisdiction over our sovereignty?”
“ Many theorists have written about the social contract. It is said that for societies and individuals to have peace they most offer some of their freedom in return. That is what Wakanda is doing, we can sit by while our own die in other lands.” T’challa nodded. “It might be time for Wakanda to begin to show itself more in international affairs. I know we as a culture have been against it, but it may be time to help those who need it the most. If we do it smartly, we may be able to succeed without compromising Wakanda’s safety.” T’challa continued to nod surprised at the new position his father had begun to take. What surprised him more is his father’s next question.
“How is Alix, and the baby? She is due soon no?” His father had never asked about Alix nor her pregnancy. He rarely commented on his weekly trips. T’challa had thought his father saw it best for their relationship if it was never discussed.
“She is good and baby is good. We have about three weeks until the baby is supposed to be here” 
“That is good to hear. One's first child is an indescribable journey. The love I felt after meeting you the first time can only be battled by the love I felt when I met Shuri” The pair shared a smile
“Your mother tells me you are getting along better with Alix, have you gotten what you sought out for all those months ago?”
“I think so, Alix and I are happy. Of course, we are moving at the pace she feels comfortable, but we are moving and that is what matters now. I am just happy to know the baby is going to be coming home to a house with two loving parents. Baba, I want to bring up the discussion of the two of them moving to Wakanda. I know you had previously said no but I need to be able to have my family with me, Baba. It isn’t fair for me to have to go back and forth” T’challa began to ramble as he normally did before his father stopped him.
“I hear you uyana wam, and I have begun to agree with you” T’challa looked at his father with surprise and happiness “I have seen you handle your duties so well while still making time for Alix. I am proud of you for that, but you are right it shouldn’t be as strenuous as it has been” Both men turned to face Ayo who let them know it was time to go “We will talk more when the Accords are finished with. You must know, I am excited to meet my grandchild” He said as he got up and patted T’challa’s cheek.
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He had reassured Alix that he would take care of himself and be back in one piece. So she held onto that reassurance while he was gone. Not until Wednesday rolled around and she got an alert from a colleague at work about the explosion in Vienna. Alix felt the world around her freeze. She immediately began to pick up her things to go to Vienna. Luckily Jules was there to calm her down.
“Woah Alix, you have to sit down, this stress isn’t good for the baby. T’challa will not appreciate missing his child’s birth because you are freaking out. T is fine, I promise, he is probably going to call as soon as the dust settles.” Jules held his sister as he tried to help her stay calm. The siblings moved to her bed and laid facing the ceiling as Jules made her laugh to distract her from her never ending fears. Just like when they were kids and the other needed comfort. When the phone finally rang and T’challa’s voice came through, Alix felt like she was allowed to breathe again.
“I am so happy you are okay.”
“I am fine, please do not stress yourself. I cannot be worried about the two of you while I am gone.”
“Gone? Gone where? You aren’t coming back here?”
“Alix” T’challa took an extended pause trying to control his emotions. “Alix, my father, he died in the explosion. I must return home and proceed with the burial traditions, as well as challenge day. I will be becoming the King of Wakanda. I must go back and do this as quickly as possible so I can be there for you and the baby” Alix was stunned. In her fear of what has happened to T’challa, she had refused to check the news. She was heartbroken, she truly admired T’chaka as a leader and a man despite what had happened. But, truly she was heartbroken for T’challa whose relationship with his father was so strong despite their issues.
“I am so sorry T’challa, how are you taking it? I am here if you need me” T’challa took another pause
“I am fine entle I am as good as I can be. Please just take care of you and the baby okay. Tell them I will be there as soon as I can. And thank Jules for me. I am so grateful for him being there. I love you entle and I will be there as soon as I can.” And with that he was gone again,  for the two weeks he was gone contact was rare. 
It had been foreign to her, T’challa had gone from calling her twice a day when he was usually in Wakanda to a less than 5 minute call each day. The day of the challenge she was nervous but knew that he would win. Luckily Jules had moved into T’challa’s study so  Alix would not be alone, in addition to her mother coming every day to help her. But none of that compared to the comfort that T’challa had made her accustomed to. She continued to send him pictures of her and the baby as a way of saying that she was doing okay. And despite the strain that the distance created T’challa always responded with praises making Alix smile. She was happy to finally hear the joy in his words after challenge day. And that joy continued the next day when he started his rule as King. She was disappointed to hear that he was meant to go to South Korea for his first mission. But again she held on to his reassurance and prayed for a safe return. She again got a call from him about a cousin who he did not know existed and have to do go through with the challenge again. Alix was afraid, the similar indescribable feeling returned. That day she and Jules laid on her bed and he tried to calm his sister’s nerves. But when a call never came, nothing seemed to calm Alix’s nerves. When she didn’t hear anything she grew scared. T’challa had said he would call as soon as everything was done with, and if he didn’t Ayo would come and talk to her in person. As she sat in the nursery stressed out of her mind, Alix still hung on to T’challa’s reassurance. Though he had not called yet, Ayo still hadn’t come so she tightly held on to his promise to come back to her and the baby safely. That night she tossed and turned with no chances of falling asleep. She felt her baby kicking and began to rub her stomach.
“Hey there, you can’t sleep either? Not that you ever really sleep at night. Things have been a bit restless since your Baba left. I know, but he promised he would come back to us. “ Alix began to silently cry in the dark “He has to because I can’t do this without him and I don’t want to. Who is going to sing you that lullaby when you are fussy? He promised he would do that and I am holding him to it. And he still needs to help me pick a name for you. I am not choosing without him so he needs to hurry and come back. He is so excited to meet you, you can probably tell by all the kissing, singing and talking he does with you. He is so excited to be your Baba, he makes me excited even on the days when you test me. I need him to come back because you deserve to meet the amazing man your Baba is and I still have so much to tell him and I don’t want to know that my fear stopped me from saying how I truly feel about him”.
 Suddenly the kimoyo beads T’challa left started flashing. Alix struggled to sit up and reach for them as quickly as her bump would allow. She tapped them just as T’challa had taught her.  She looked up to see T’challa’s tired but alive hologram. 
“Thank God!” and she began to shed tears of joy, “I thought I lost you. You don’t know how happy I am to see you”
“Trust me entle I am thousand times more happy to see you. Please stop crying it is not good for the baby” Alix wiped at her eyes.
“Are you okay T’challa? What happened?” T’challa slowly explained to her what had happened, his words were delicate with his near death experience and his eventual revival. He knew it was a lot of information for the expectant mother, but Alix took it all in strides. She was more happy to know he was fine and wanted him back as soon as possible. But he assured her that he was okay and that he would be back tomorrow.
“I promised I would be back didn’t I. I know it is has been a whirlwind but I back do not worry.”
And that morning as she was about to start her day, T’challa walked through the door. She held onto him for a whole minute, taking in his smell and the comfort that being in his arms gave her. When she finally looked up she saw the sadness in his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her and slowly led her to the bed where they held on to each other as a way of making up for the lost time.
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T’challa woke up the next morning feeling nothing like himself. He felt as though he was dragging his body to do simple tasks. It had been a difficult two weeks for him. He thought he could come back and continue his happiness in Paris. But after the dust had settled and he actually had the time to think, his grief replaced his stress in no time. He didn’t get the opportunity to mourn his father, and now it seemed as though his brain was going to take the time. To reflect on what could have been, to think about all the unfinished discussions and lessons he would never get. When he was in Wakanda he had spent every free moment looking at pictures and videos Alix sent of herself to him. He couldn’t wait to get back to her. But now that he was here, he only wanted to be alone. He was overcome with emotions he didn’t want her to see. He wanted to remain strong for her and the baby, He was afraid that the stress of the two weeks would cause her to go into labour or have complications. He thanked Bast for watching over them when he couldn’t. He hoped Bast was still there because he couldn’t find it in him to perform simple tasks. He wasn’t hungry, he would lay in his bed for hours but couldn’t sleep. He would sit in his office but couldn’t find the strength to get anything done. He tried his best to smile for Alix when he was around her, but he knew she was starting to notice.
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 There was something different about T’challa. He was quieter and less of the jovial person she was used to. She would catch him sitting in his study staring off into space or laying in the bed but not sleeping. He looked exhausted.
“T’challa” The  King jumped at the sound of her voice
“Are you okay?” She asked as he invited her into his lap and kissed her bump.
“Yes, I am fine. Have you had lunch yet?” he smiled but his eyes looked empty.
“Have you had anything to eat at all today? I have barely seen you get up from this chair. Come eat with me” She slowly got up and held his hand to follow. He pulled his hand from her grip and spoke 
“Actually entle I am not too hungry but you go ahead and make sure you and the baby are fed okay.”
She stared at him with skepticism but he kissed her hand and told her he will be there for dinner. Dinner came and T’challa picked at his meal. She watched as he mindlessly went to bed with the sadness written all over his eyes. T’challa continued to wallow in the sadness the next day. She again encouraged him to eat with no avail. By dinner time, Alix was more than ready to get her charming lover back to himself. Unlike T’challa, Alix was not gifted with the magic of stringing words together to create poetry. So she decided to comfort him the best way she knew how. 
She started by going to the store and the bakery down the road. She began to make dinner as Jules walked in.
“Hey sis, I thought T’challa was home why are you pretending to be in the kitchen”
“Well look who it is France’s top comedian. I can cook and pretty well thank you very much. We also had the same teacher so I don’t know why you think you are better than me. T’challa loves my cooking”
“T is also trying to get in your pants so he will say and do anything if it increases his chances” Alix through a dishtowel at Jules who was laughing at his own comment.
 “ What are you making and where is T?”
“Pilau and Lamb, just like we used to have in Kampala. He made it for me a while back. He needs to get some food in his system so I made a meal I know he will appreciate. And I even got his favourite cheesecake from the bakery down the road.”
“What is this? Alix showing affection for the man who has been begging for her attention for months. I need to take a picture for Maman as proof” Alix glared at her brother but turned her head to hide her growing smile.
“He has just been sad since he came back. He went through so much and although he refuses to talk about it I aim to provide at least some comfort just as I know he would for me.”
“Okay well, I am going to leave you to pretend to play house. Save me a plate. I will stop by tomorrow to pick it up.” He said as he kissed his sister goodbye and left. When Alix was done, she was tired but proud of her work. She waddled to T’challa’s study and found him staring off into the distance again.
“Hey babe” He slowly turned to her “Come here I want to show you something” T’challa slowly rose and followed her to the dining area. The smell of the rice hit him and the first time in days he felt hungry. 
“Did you cook? Why didn’t you call me to help?” He became frantic and afraid Alix was overworking herself.
“Don’t worry I am fine and I need to move around anyways. Can you please just eat,” she said as she led him to sit down and served him a plate. She kissed his cheek and sat next to him making sure he finished his plate. T’challa for the first time in a few days began to feel happiness. He was grateful that Alix had thought of him enough to make a meal that meant so much to them and their relationship. He kissed her hand in appreciation.
 T’challa did not struggle to eat today and even went for a little more. 
“ Thank you. This is really good Alix. I mean not as good as when I made it but a close second” she smiled, happy to have him joking with her again. The cheesecake truly lifted T’challa’s spirit. He didn’t realize how much a good meal could help lift his mood.
“Cheesecake is truly one of Bast’s greatest creations”
“Bast didn’t do that. The bakery down the road did”
“I truly believe she was present during the baking process. You cannot change my mind” Alix giggled at his silliness.
 When they were done and had cleared the table, Alix put on Real Housewives of Atlanta, which was T’challa’s favourite installation of the series.
“Hey, come watch with me please.” she patted her lap. As he slowly sat down she again patted her lap for him to lay his head. T’challa lowered himself on to her and allowed Alix to pamper him. She rubbed his ear and his curls just as he liked. She allowed him to make all the commentary he wanted without any ridicule. Alix’s love engulfed him into a serene state. He thanked Bast for bringing a woman into his life who knew when he needed his love the most, even when he could not say it himself. As he laid on her lap, he was sure he had begun to feel his body become light again. 
“Though I have seen this episode, I am still unsure as to why Porsha came on the girls' trip knowing that Kandi was going to call her out for her rumours. Could that make any less sense? I do not know why I watch this. ” Alix smiled as he rambled on. During a commercial break, he grew silent. He finally spoke but it was slower and seemed more reserved than T’challa normally was.
“Being back here is the first time it is truly hitting me that he is gone. Though  I met with him in the planes, the fact I know he won’t ever back have really rocked me these past few days.” Alix wiped away the few tears T’challa had let fall. “He will never be able to meet our baby, and it so funny because when I brought up the two you coming home with me he was willing to talk about it. He said we would go further into detail after the conference. He even said he was excited to meet his first grandchild. Now that will never happen and it truly breaks my heart knowing that.” T’challa began to cry a bit harder. “I thought if I came here and was strong for you and the baby I would be able to forget, but the sadness has taken over my body” Alix wiped at his eyes again
 “T’challa you do not always have to be tough for me or the baby. You don't have to hold it in. Let me be the strong one for you sometimes. Let me be the shoulder you cry on. And know this, your father may not have gotten the opportunity to fully amend this issue, but I know for a fact he is proud of the man and King you have become. And you are going to be an amazing Baba. His memory lives in you, so make sure you do great things with it.” 
T’challa got off her lap to give Alix a kiss before lowering himself back on her lap.  “Thank you entle I truly feel a sense of relief in your arms. “
“Don’t thank me for doing my job.”
“Who knew that the hungriest and crankiest pregnant woman could be this kind” Alix laughed out loud almost as though she was thanking God for the small sense of normalcy that had returned.
“There is my baby daddy. Always taking my good gestures for granted” They both laughed as T’challa snuck a kiss to her hand. They went back to watching the show with T’challa’s added commentary that made Alix giggle. 
 Even in his stage of sadness, Alix’ s proximity to T’challa still made her feel at home in her own apartment.  Alix’s comfort had allowed T’challa to open and release a sea of emotion he did not realize he was holding. In her arms, the world stood still and waited for him. He had never felt a sense of peace as he did with Alix. He thanked Bast for providing him with a woman like Alix. More importantly, he thanked Bast for providing him with more time to enjoy the mother of his child and making her his inner peace. 
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Obey Me: Marking His Own: Mammon
Madison is used to one of the brothers needing her attention. She rarely gets a minute to herself. Today is no exception. Currently she is sitting in Levi's room helping him finish the next level in his co-up game. She enjoys playing games, especially with Levi as his commentary is always funny, but she feels a little bad when she hears her phone buzz for the 5th time today. She doesn't even need to look at it to know that it's Mammon. He was the first brother to approach her this morning with a request that didn't even get to leave his lips before Asmo swooped in and pulled Madison away.   "WOO! WE DID IT!" Levi cheers as the characters hi-five each other on the screen. Madison smiles at Levi before offering her control back. "Rain check for the next level?" Levi's smile falters for a second but then he grins again and nods. "Yeah, I'll need to let my followers know of our triumph!" He says. Madison waves goodbye then exits the Otaku's Lair. She lets her body rest against the door and lets out a sigh. Her phone buzzes again. She starts to head in the direction of her room while checking exactly what the messages Mammon sent her were. .... Mammon: HEY TELL ASMO I WAS TALKING TO YOU FIRST! 8:03am Mammon: Aren't you guys finished yet?! 10:30am Mammom: WHAT THE HELL?! ASMO JUST SAID YOU AND SATAN WENT OUT TOGETHER?! WHERE ARE YOU?! 1:17PM Mammon: You still not back? Not like I care, I just got stuff to do that requires a human lackey! 4:48pm Mammon: Are you still up for watching that film? I'll head to your room. 6:55pm Mammon: You're still not here so I'll just head back to mine... 7:05pm
... Just as Madison read the last text, she makes it to the hallway where her room is. She looks up just in time to see Mammon leaving it and heading in the opposite direction she is. "Mammon!" She calls out to him, causing him to freeze on the spot. Madison jogs to get to him faster as Mammon turns to face her. "I'm glad I caught you! I haven't been to the kitchen to get the snacks yet but wanted to make sure you still wanted to watch the film first." Madison beams up at him. She's happy to finally get some time with Mammon. She has a soft spot for him. He may be a bit arrogant at times but he does care. Even she's able to notice that much. Mammons face is red. He pouts and looks off to the side. "O-Of course I do! It's you that’s late!" Madison frowns at his expression. "I'm sorry Mammon, I haven't had a minute today. How can I make it up to you?" Madison chimes in and stands straight with a large genuine smile. Mammon struggles to keep his composure. He looks anywhere but her face. There must be something she could... Ah ha! Mammon starts to search his inside blazer pocket. After a moment he pulls out a thick yellow ribbon. He holds it out for Madison to take. "W-Wear this!" Madison observes the ribbon in Mammons hand with slight confusion. Wear it? Why? Mammon keeps his eyes off to the side as he pushes his hand closer to Madison. "You want to make it up to me? Wear this and never take it off!" Once she has taken in Mammons words, she nods and takes the ribbon off of him. Mammon is quick to shove his hands into his trouser pockets. Madison uses it to keep the long stands of hair at the side out of her face, tying it in a double knot at the side. "They need to remember... I was your first..." Madisons cheeks turn a little red this time. It's nice to see this side of Mammon. These moments are rare, but best not to drag attention to it or he might combust, or worse run away. "Thank you Mammom, now come on! Lets go to the kitchen for some snacks first. There is a high chance Beel has eaten my snacks by now but I hid them somewhere knew this time!" Madisons words went in one ear and out the other with Mammon. He couldn't help but let his eyes flicker between the yellow ribbon adorning her head and her hand clasped in his while the make their way to the kitchen.
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Love on the brain (Part 21)
Hey guys, this time I'm faster! :) I hope you're still alive after the last chapter. Enjoy the next part!
The chapter is also up on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17576201/chapters/51380701
First Allie watched Alex nearly going insane while waiting for Kelley to come out of the ER and now she watches her pace back and forth in front of Kelley’s bed like a tiger ever since she was brought back from the ER. It’s 9 o’clock in the morning now. 5 hours since Kelley collapsed in the hotel room and Alex can’t seem to catch a break even though Allie reassured her that Kelley is in good hands for the past hours and the doctor told them that Kelley already was conscious once in the ER.  
“Two times in the span of a few weeks, Allie!! What am I supposed to do with her?!”
“I’ve always said she is insane, but nobody listens to me.” Allie jokes.
“Ugh and you know what’s the worst part about this?”
“That you aren’t even really mad at her?”
“Exactly.” Alex sighs.
“Please Al, do us all a favor and go grab something to eat.”
“I can’t do Kelley any favors since she is unconscious in a hospital bed AGAIN!”
“I think she would disagree. Can you at least do me a favor then?”
“Why?”
“Well, first of all you’re always in a bad mood when you’re hungry anyway, but most of all you’ve always been a disaster when it comes to worrying about this idiot and I can’t take it anymore.”
Alex looks at Allie and then at a sleeping Kelley skeptically.
“Don’t look at me like that. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“I’m not sure.” Alex grumbles.
“Good, then I’ll keep both of my eyes on her. Now go.”
“You call me when she wakes up?”
“Yes, I will. Now stop worrying for at least 30 minutes alright?”
“I’ll be back in 20.”
“20 it is.”
“And check if she’s breathing norm-“
“ALEX! I can handle it, okay? I promise.”
“Fine.”
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Kelley stirs awake about 15 minutes later. Allie gets up quickly, eyeing her closely. Kelley slowly opens her eyes, but she seems to struggle to keep them fully open.
“Holy fuck.” she mumbles.
“Welcome back to earth.” Allie smiles.
Kelley squeezes her eyes shut repeatedly, trying to focus on the person in front of her. A few seconds later she seems to realize that it’s Allie.
“Duuude.” Kelley chuckles lazily, sounding like a high surfer dude.
“How are you feeling?” Allie asks concerned.
“Fucking awesome.” Kelley smiles dopily.
“Oh wow, I don’t ever want to see you take drugs.” Allie rolls her eyes.
“Yo, Allie?” Kelley asks with her eyes closed again.
“Yes?”
“Don’t you think my girlfriend looks hella good?”
“Kel, Alex isn’t here.”
“Don’t you dare to say she doesn’t.” Kelley is quick to warn, her eyes flying open for a second, before falling shut in slow motion again.
“She does, Kel.” Allie exhales annoyed.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Kelley remarks with a hint of an aggressive tone.
“My girlfriend is hella sexy.” Kelley brags with a smile on her face.
“Kel?”
“Mhm?” Kelley asks, looking up at Allie with a dazed look in her eyes.
“Alex is your fiancée. You proposed to her, remember?”
“DUDE!” Kelley yells all of the sudden, which startles Allie, “Siiiiiiick.” Kelley smirks proudly.
“Oh man.” Allie exhales and slaps her hand against her forehead.
To Allie’s relieve the door opens and Alex walks in.
“Holy fuck!” Kelley yells, freezing and quickly covering her eyes.
Alex looks at Allie shocked, who shrugs, “Don’t worry, she just woke up.”
“What is she doing?” Alex asks wide eyed.
“She is high on pain killers and by high I mean they apparently shot her in another solar system.” Allie chuckles amused.
“Hey Kel, what’s up?” Allie asks her, trying to get her attention.
Kelley drops her hands from her face, looking at Alex with wide eyes before quickly turning to Allie.
“Duude, I swear, I’m such a bad fiancée!”
“What are you talking about?”
“If Alex knows she’ll kill me man.”
Allie looks to Alex in panic, while Alex is furrowing her brows in concern.
“Eh, Kel-“
“Don’t tell her, but that nurse looks fucking hot.” Kelley says, pointing at Alex. Allie lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and Alex’s face relaxes visibly, but her brows quickly furrow again.
“Oh boy, this is too good to be true.” Allie laughs.
“Stop laughing, this isn’t funny.” Alex scolds as she approaches Kelley’s bed to sit down next to her.
“Hey babe, it’s me, Alex.” Alex tries carefully, gently stroking her cheek.
“I know. I was just fucking around.” Kelley slurs, grinning at Alex foolishly.
Alex slaps her arm and rolls her eyes.
“Oh my god, you’re such an asshole. I thought you didn’t recognize me.”
“Baby girl, I would recognize those eyes from anywhere.”
“Drugged up and still a charmer. Why am I surprised?”
“I’ll inform a nurse”. Allie says.
“Thanks, Al.” Alex squeezes her hand.
A few minutes later the door flies open and the gray haired, good looking doctor in his 50’s, Alex already talked to earlier, walks in with two nurses in tow.
“Welcome back Miss O’Hara, I’m Dr. Bright.”
“Sup, Doc.” Kelley nods at him and Alex sends her a warning look, which Kelley clearly doesn’t seem to notice.  
The doctor starts explaining to Kelley that an inflammation in her ankle caused her high fever, which ultimately lead to her unconsciousness and that taking too many pain killers caused the other symptoms, however Alex is sure that Kelley doesn’t have one clue what the man is talking about. After Dr. Bright and the nurses did some checkups on Kelley, he turns to Alex again.
“So Miss Morgan, your fiancée is-“
“Dr. B.? Isn’t my FIANCEE-“ Kelley stops and winks at Allie, who just shakes her head.
“-the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen?”
“Babe.” Alex warns sternly.
“Doc, listen. I know it sounds impossible, but I swear on my life, her smartness outshines her prettiness. Crazy right?”
“Kel, shut up.”
“Come over here and make me.”
“Kelley!” Alex warns her sharply.
Kelley looks at Alex for a second, seemingly considering what to do next, but when she sees Alex staring her down, she quietly mumbles to herself like a child who's been scolded.
“I’m terribly sorry for that.” Alex apologizes to the doctor, who just laughs and waves it off.
“That’s alright. She is going to be like that for a few hours, however you can take her home. When the meds wear off, she might be a little disorientated and very tired, but there’s no reason to worry. Is it possible that someone checks on her like every hour?”
“Yeah, I’ll do that. What about the Advil?”
“Yeah, she certainly took so many, because the dosage wasn’t strong enough and she was in enormous pain. She might be in pain the next few days as well, but I’m prescribing pain killers that are certainly strong enough, so there isn’t going to be another incident like this. Again, they might make her a bit loopy, however if she’s looked after she should be fine.”
“When is she going to be able to train again?” Alex asks tensely, knowing that even though Kelley is not giving a damn about it right now, it is going to be the first question when she is off meds again.
“The good news is that the medications are anti-inflammatory, so the inflammation is going to be gone within a few days. However, the injury is going to last a bit longer, if she’s lucky and has a good recovery process maybe 8 to 10 weeks, if not she’s going to need surgery. She could be out for about 6 months then, we’ll have to see.”
Alex exhales loudly, rubbing her hands through her face, feeling her heart break for Kelley. She knows this is going to be a hard blow after just recovering from her last injury.
“Oh my god.” she shakes her head devastated and Allie puts a supporting hand on her shoulder.
“Miss Morgan, to be frank, in your case I wouldn’t worry too much. You’re working with the best doctors and physiotherapist in the country. It’s going to be crutches in the first weeks to strain her ankle as little as possible and I think she is going to be fine, but as a doctor it is my duty to inform you about the possibilities.”
“Yeah, I understand that.” Alex nods.
“If she is burning up again or there are any signs of side effects please call an ambulance.”
“Of course, thank you so much for everything.” Alex says honestly with a smile which doesn’t reach her eyes.
“That’s what I’m here for. We’ll stay in touch and she has an appointment in a few days.”
Alex smiles at him and turns around to help Allie and the nurse to get Kelley ready to leave.
“And Miss Morgan?”
“Alex is fine.”
“Alex. I have drugged up patients everyday ever since I became a doctor. You can imagine that I’ve seen everything from breakups because of terrible confessions, over crying, to aggressive behavior. But what I rarely see is someone talking about their fiancée in the way yours did when she first woke up.”
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, what did she say?”
“You have no reason to worry. Take good care of her, you got a good one there. She’s a keeper.” Dr. Bright winks with an honest smile.
“Oh.” Alex blushes, looking at him speechlessly.
“Have a good day, Alex.”
“Bye.” Alex mumbles.
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“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“I feel so goooooood right now.”
“That’s good, Kel.”
“I can’t feel anything.” Kelley gushes loudly.
“I can see that.” Alex mumbles embarrassed, since Kelley isn’t behaving like one should in a hospital.
Kelley is sitting in a wheelchair, so they can bring her to the car. Alex stops in front of the door to turn around to look at Kelley sternly, before leaving the hospital room.
“Alright, Kel. We are going to leaves this room now and I need you to be quiet for two minutes okay? Just until we’re at the car.”
“Like on what level quiet?”
“Like 'shutting your mouth tightly and not opening it' quiet.”
“Okay, captain.” Kelley winks, saluting Alex.
Alex looks at her unsure, but Allie opens the door nonetheless. To Alex’s surprise, Kelley stays quiet in the hallway and in the elevator. However, when they walk through the entrance area, Kelley is back to her bad behavior.
“Excuse me, Mr.? Have you ever seen such a pretty woman?” Kelley asks a random stranger, pointing at Alex when they pass him.
“Kelley, shhhh! Leave the people alone!” Alex whisper yells.
“I’m doing what I want, woman.” Kelley sasses loudly and Allie has to suppress her loud giggles.
“Kel, could you just shut up for another minute, please.” Alex begs to which Kelley complies.
When they are finally outside, Alex starts searching for her car keys.
“Maaan, it’s so fucking hot in here. I’m dying.”
“We’re outside. You’ll be alright.” Alex mumbles, looking up to answer.
“What are you doing?! Put your shirt back on!!” Alex yells at her.
“But I’m so hot.” Kelley pouts.
“NOW!” Alex orders while Allie can’t breathe from laughing so much.
“Are you jealous babe?” Kelley asks sadly.
“Yeah, very jealous.” Alex groans impatiently.
“Okay.” Kelley says, putting her shirt back on quickly as if she first needed a reason to do so.
Alex looks at Allie annoyed who is wiping her tears.
"I’m going to marry a 2-year-old.” Alex groans.
When they finally managed to get Kelley to sit in the back of the car, they make their way back to the hotel.
“Babe? Do you still think I’m attractive?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Alex sighs.
“But what if someday you are going to leave me?”
“I will not.” Alex answers annoyed, looking in the rear-view mirror to make eye contact.
“Allie! What am I gonna do if she’s leaving me?” Kelley asks panicked.
“She is not, Kel.” Allie reassures her.
“Babe? If I died, how much would you miss me?”
“Death can’t get you out of this relationship.” Alex deadpans, but drugged up Kelley is completely clueless to any sarcasm since her attention span is like one of a puppy.
“Would you love someone else?”
“No.”
“Good, because whoever is looking at you, I’m going to fuck up.”
“When you’re dead, Kel?” Allie laughs.
“I’ll personally climb out of my grave to royally kick their ass.”
“Kel, enough.” Alex warns.
There is silence for just a moment.
“Babe? Have you ever had sex with someone who was drugged up?”
“No, Kelley I haven’t.” Alex snaps.
“Wanna give it a try?” Kelley raises an eyebrow suggestively.
“Holy shit!” Allie laughs.
“Kelley!! I said that’s enough. I don’t want to hear another word until we’re back at the hotel, understood?” Alex turns around frustratedly when she stops at the traffic light. Kelley nods her head, pretending to lock her mouth and throwing the key away.
“Good.”
Allie looks at Alex with a pitying look.
“It’s official. My two biggest fears in life are failure and Kelley on any kind of drug, including too much sugar.”
The silence lasts exactly three minutes, before Kelley’s voice can be heard again.
“Babe?”
Alex breathes out heavily and decides to ignore her.
“Babe?”
“Babe?”
“Alex?”
“Alexandraaaa!!”
“What Kelley????? What could possibly be so important that you are talking again?” Alex asks, turning around furiously.
“I love you.” Kelley says truthfully, looking at Alex with puppy eyes.
Allie pouts at Alex, after looking at Kelley. Alex groans loudly, turning around again.
“Oh come on, look at her! You can’t be mad at her when she’s that cute.”
Alex shakes her head and looks in the rear-view mirror again, looking at Kelley who looks at her expectantly, not noticing that Alex is watching her in the mirror.
“I love you, too.” Alex says softly, watching her closely.
Kelley’s eyes light up at that. Her expectant expression changes into a bright smile and she leans back relaxed, closing her eyes. She doesn’t talk for the rest of the ride and Alex softly smiles the entire way home.
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The doctor was right. When they arrive at their hotel, Allie is so nice to inform the staff about the news while Alex quickly phones Kelley’s parents, who were waiting for news as well. After a 5-minute catch-up with the promise to call them in the evening again, she reenters their hotel room, only to find Kelley fast asleep on the couch. Lucky enough the couch is big enough so Alex carefully squeezes in behind her, holding her close.
A few hours later Kelley stirs awake again. Alex has been up for a while, just watching Kelley sleep peacefully, not daring to move, afraid that she might wake her up. Kelley turns around in Alex’s arms, yawning cutely. Alex looks at Kelley expectantly with something in her eyes that Kelley can’t read.
“Damn, Al I had the craziest dream.” she frowns.
Before Alex can say anything, she starts to stretch when sitting up and quickly convulses in pain.
“Fuck, it wasn’t a dream, was it?” she lets out pained.
“Unfortunately, not.” Alex counters tensely, sitting up as well.
“Oh no. Al, I- Are you okay?” Kelley asks, quickly looking at Alex again, putting her hand on Alex’s thigh, who is rubbing her hands through her face stressed.
“So much for ‘really really going to change starting tomorrow’, huh?” Alex lashes out, letting her hands fall from her face.
“God…I’m-“ Kelley starts fazed, but Alex interrupts her, jumping to her feet.
“You’re such an asshole.” Alex exhales shakily, standing in front of her aggravated.
“What?”
“You’re so dumb!” Alex complains.
Kelley stops talking and instead just looks at her helplessly, frowning. Alex bites her lip, staring at Kelley without saying a word. Kelley holds eye contact, observing her closely.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Alex yells pained, her lip starts trembling and Kelley closes her eyes in disappointment with herself, when sobs start escaping Alex’s lips.
“How could you do that to me?!” Alex yells, crying loudly, taking a step in her direction and hitting her hand in Kelley’s chest.
Kelley just takes the blow stoically.
“You promised!” Alex yells while Kelley takes another frustrated hit to her chest.
“I thought you were going to die!!” Alex sobs desperately, trying to shove Kelley.
Kelley has never heard Alex this distressed and it absolutely breaks her heart. So, before Alex is able to shove her, she catches her hands, holding onto her wrists.
“Let go of me!” Alex cries, but Kelley just pulls her down into her lap, putting her arms around Alex, who buries her head in Kelley’s neck, holding onto her as if her life depended on it.
“You scared me.” she cries, her body shaking.
“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m fine.” Kelley soothes softly.
“I need you, okay? You can’t just disappear! I need you so so much.” Alex sobs heart wrenchingly.
Kelley nods her head, kissing the top of her head.
“Please. Please don’t leave me alone, I can’t breathe without you.” Alex begs.
Kelley takes Alex’s face in her hands, pushing her forehead against Alex’s.
“I’m here.” she repeats intently, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Kelley whispers, pressing a kiss to Alex’s lips and hugging her tightly again.
“I love you.” Alex mumbles into her neck, sniffling.
Kelley caresses her back comfortingly and strokes her hand through Alex’s hair, who snuggles into her.
“I love you so much, Alex. More than anything.” Kelley replies, laying her head on top of Alex’s.
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After that day Kelley never misses a treatment again. So while Alex is training every day with the team, Kelley spends every waking second to recover, watch her train and do what’s best for her ankle. Alex smiles brightly every morning when a freshly showered Kelley wakes her with kisses before leaving for an early treatment so that they can have breakfast together afterwards. Something in Kelley switched completely and Alex feels at peace because she can tell that a situation like that isn’t going to happen again. Five days post-accident, Kelley has another appointment at the hospital. She wakes up really energized, confident that her ankle is going to be a lot better than before since she only had light problems with it. When Alex is supposed to go to practice, Kelley also has to make her way to Dr. Bright, who they have been in close contact with.
“Don’t forget to tell him about-“
“The pain in the night. Yes, Alex, I won’t forget.” Kelley chuckles.
“And call me afterwards.” Alex insists nervously.
“Al, you’re going to be training, I’ll see you when you’re back.”
“But-“
“Babe, relax. I got this.” Kelley smiles.
“Right.” Alex nods.
“I have to go, see you at 7.” Kelley leans forward and kisses her goodbye.
“Bye.” Alex waves, watching after her when Kelley takes off, limping to the entrance on her crutches.
Alex flinches when a hand lands on her shoulder.
“Come on you clinger. We’ve got stuff to do.” Allie laughs, pulling Alex with her.
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In the evening they meet up at dinner. When Alex enters the room, their gazes meet immediately like magnets. Alex realizes right away that Kelley isn’t in a great mood. They have a silent conversation just with their eyes and the conversation is over by the time Alex arrives at their table. So instead of starting to interrogate her about her appointment, she just sits down next to her and places her hand on Kelley’s thigh. Kelley reaches down and intertwines their hands, looking at Alex with a small smile when squeezing her hand. The others don’t notice since Kelley hides it perfectly, making jokes and laughing with them. Still, Alex sees that she isn't feeling well.
Alex yawns right after finishing dinner, “Guys, I think we’re going to leave, I’m exhausted.”
Kelley looks at her amused, knowing that Alex was totally faking that yawn.
“Alex, I swear you’ve become so boring! You’re old.” Sonnett complains jokingly.
“If you’d be able to play like Alex, you’d be tired too.” Kelley defends her with a smirk, causing the others to laugh.
“Okay, that was mean, Miss Kelley.”
“Grow up, Sonnett.” Kelley winks teasingly.
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When they are in their hotel room, Alex opens Netflix and starts on one of Kelley’s favorite comedies she likes to watch when she doesn’t feel good. Kelley makes herself comfortable on the couch and Alex sits down between her legs, leaning against her. Kelley hugs her waist from behind and presses a kiss to her shoulder.  
“So, what happened?”
Kelley exhales heavily, pushing her forehead against the side of Alex’s head and closes her eyes. She stays silent for a moment before leaning back again.
“So apparently, I’m not recovering as fast as I’d like to think.”
“What does that mean?” Alex asks, anxiously drawing circles on Kelley’s thigh with her finger.
“As of now, I don’t know. He said he is giving me a few more days, but I thought maybe I should just tell him I want the sur-”  
“Surgery???” Alex akss, turning her head to look at Kelley horrified, “No Kel, you heard it yourself, Dr. Bright said it was too early.”
“Yeah, but-“
“No buts and no rushed decisions, Kel.” Alex insists, “You have to give yourself some time. It’s only been 5 days.”
“I don’t know, Al.” Kelley mumbles.
“Don’t be silly, I’m always right.” Alex smirks.
This puts the sparkle back into Kelley’s eyes, who looks at Alex challengingly, “Oh, are you now?”
“Damn right I am.” Alex winks.
“Good for me, huh?”
“Oh, totally.”
“So what’s your prediction of my chances of getting a kiss?” Kelley smirks.
“On a scale from 1 to 10? 12.”
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Alex is woken once again in the middle of the night. Her breath hitches and she looks around disorientated and panicked. She reaches out for Kelley and realizes that she isn't lying next to her. Alex shoots up in a flash, but relaxes a bit when she sees that the balcony door is open. She can see Kelley’s silhouette looking out into the distance, holding onto the balcony fence. Alex gets up quietly and makes her way up to Kelley. It’s a warm summer night, the sky clear and plastered with stars. Kelley stands on the balcony motionless, watching the waves crush onto the shore. Alex puts her arms around her waist from behind, hugging her around her waist. Kelley starts breaking down immediately, her body vibrating as tears roll down her face, but she’s not making a single sound. Alex holds her even closer, resting her forehead against the back of Kelley’s head.
“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” Alex whispers softly, every word full of conviction.
A sob escapes Kelley and she grips onto the fence so hard, Alex thinks she might break it. Alex lets go of her waist and crouches down to quickly slip into the spot between Kelley’s arms so that her back is up to the fence. She then loosens Kelley’s grip on the fence, taking both of her hands in her own, intertwining them. Alex puts Kelley’s hand to her mouth and kisses the back of it affectionately. Kelley looks up at her, a single tear rolling down her eye. Alex throws her a concerned, yet devoted look, that makes Kelley’s heart skip a beat in adoration. She leans forward and rests her forehead against Alex’s, closing her eyes.
“We’re going to get through this. I’m here. You’re not alone in this.”
Kelley nods her head.
“You’re going to be healthy until France.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Kelley asks with a shaky voice.
“I just am. We’re going to France and we’re going to be on the pitch together. I promise.”
Kelley shakes her head, frowning. Alex grips Kelley’s face, holding it still, their foreheads still pressed together.
“No, listen Kel. Look at me.” Alex whispers intently.
Kelley opens her eyes and is met with her favorite shade of blue. The light that is hovering over the city, illuminates the sky enough to make Kelley see what she needs to see.
“I promise, okay? I promise you.” Alex stresses.
What Kelley sees in Alex’s eyes is safety, calming her like nothing else can, making her believe even though it seems impossible.
“Okay?” Alex whispers.
“Okay.” Kelley breathes.
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The next days everything only goes uphill for Kelley. When her appointment with Dr. Bright rolls around, he ensures her that surgery won’t be needed, but that she certainly should be very careful and consider every factor that will help her to recover. Kelley is over the moon and from then on even more determined to get better as fast as possible. They spend their off days visiting Alex’s family as much as possible and Alex finally feels like she doesn’t have to worry about Kelley. It’s the last day of camp before everyone will fly back to their club teams and Alex is waiting for Kelley, Christen, Tobin and Becky in the Whole Foods parking lot, since they wanted to grab some lunch for all of them. Alex is leaning against the wall a few yards from the entrance, looking at her phone after ending a business call.
“Alex Morgan.” a familiar voice calls her.
Alex looks up immediately, rolling her eyes at who is approaching her.
“Gosh, why??” Alex mumbles to herself, before she greets him with a short nod, “Tom.”
“Never in a million years, would I have thought to see you again. In LA of all places? What the hell are you doing here?” he smiles annoyingly.
“Well, I don’t know if you remember but first of all I’m a professional soccer player, which normally demands going to all sorts of places and second of all my whole family lives here.” Alex sasses, annoyed by his question.
He blushes and looks at her embarrassed, “Right.”
“Anyway, how is life going? Did you and that girl split up? I mean she was pretty rude.”
Alex looks past him and sees Kelley and her friends exit the store, not listening to a word he is saying and the memories from a few years ago come flooding into her mind.
FLASHBACK ON
“Ugh, I don’t want to go there.”
“Why though?” Kelley asks with a chuckle, pulling open her locker.
“Because there’ll be only people I haven’t seen in years and there is a reason for that.” Alex complains.
“But she’s one of your best friends Alex and normally you are never in LA for stuff like this. It’s a wedding, you’ll find someone to talk to.” Kelley smirks.
Alex pushes Kelley’s locker closed in front of her face.
“Hey! I wasn't finished yet.” Kelley frowns.
“You’ll come with me!” Alex exclaims excitedly as if she had a flash of genius.
“What? No.” Kelley laughs.
“Come on, I need somebody to safe me from my stupid ex, who is definitely going to be there.”
“Why do you need protection from your ex?” Kelley chuckles.
“Because he is an arrogant asshole. He’s always bragging with his job and his new girlfriend, just because he is super boring and jealous of me earning more than him.” Alex rolls her eyes.
“ What is his job?” Kelley asks amused.
“He’s an accountant.”
Kelley fake gags, which makes Alex laugh out loud.
“Why don’t you just bring a date?” Kelley asks skeptically.
“Because it’ll be more fun with you."
“Wait, is that also the guy who cheated on you on your birthday?”
“Yup. But I wanted to break up with him later that day anyway.” Alex chuckles.
“Fine, I’ll come with you.” Kelley agrees.
“Yes! You’re the best!” Alex exclaims, pressing a peck to Kelley’s cheek before taking off to shower.
Kelley just stands in the locker room frozen to the spot with a blush creeping on her cheeks.
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By now they’ve been at the party for over two hours, even though Alex told Kelley that they’d be leaving early, because the people were going to be lame. However, Kelley is great company as always and Alex somehow never had more fun at a wedding.
“I’m going to get us some more booze, alright?” Kelley speaks closely to Alex’s ear, due to the volume.
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll wait here.” Alex smiles, which Kelley returns before disappearing in the crowd.
Alex looks around happily, waving at one of her old friends from college when suddenly she sees the person she didn’t want to see. Alex curses under her breath and asks herself why this has to happen of when Kelley is gone. She ducks her head, but he sees her nonetheless and confidently walks up to her with his girlfriend in tow. The look on his face is determined and his intentions are clear, he wants to show off.
“Alex!! How have you been?” he smiles arrogantly, pretending to be nice.
“Uhm, quite good. Everything’s fine, thanks for asking.”
“Actually, I’m doing great myself. Do you still remember my girlfriend?”
‘Great, nobody asked you.’, Alex thinks to herself, but politely smiles at his girlfriend, who is actually quite nice and whom she knows briefly through a friend of hers.
“Hi Emma.” Alex smiles.
“Hey, Alex, how are you?” Emma smiles.
Before Alex can even answer her question, Tom intervenes.
“Yeah, Alex, how come a girl like you is still all alone?” he cocks an eyebrow, clearly meaning to attack her.
Suddenly Alex feels a glass being pushed into her hand and an arm around her waist, which pulls her in so that her body is pressed closely against another. Alex turns her head and is met with Kelley, who is unusually close to her face. She looks at Kelley helpless, who gives her a reassuring look.
“Hey gorgeous, I managed to get us the good champagne.” she smiles at Alex, squeezing her hip and clinking her glass against Alex’s before taking a swig of it.
“By the way, have I already told you that you look stunning in that dress?” Kelley compliments with a lopsided smile, before turning her attention to the couple in front of them.
“Oh hey, sorry. I tend to get too distracted by her beauty. Who are you?” Kelley asks outspoken.
“I’m Tom, Alex must have talked about me.” he says with a cocky grin.
Kelley looks at him with a frown, looking like she is roaming her mind.
“Tim?” she asks as if she didn’t understand him.
“Uh no, Tom.” he laughs uneasily, looking at Alex confused.
“Ahhh sorry, you mumbled a bit. Then no, I’m confident she never talked about you. I’m Kelley.” Kelley smiles confidently, giving him a very firm handshake while having a stare off with him, looking at him challengingly.
He looks more pissed off than Alex has ever seen him and the conversation only started. Kelley raises an eyebrow at him and turns her attention to his girlfriend.
“And who is your pretty friend?” Kelley asks charmingly.
“That’s my girlfr-”
“I’m Emma!” she interrupts him, eagerly holding out her hand for Kelley to shake, looking at her infatuated.
“Nice to meet you Emma, you kind of remind me of Kristen Bell.”
It’s a stretch. They might have the same hair, but that’s about it and Alex looks at Kelley quizzically.
"Thanks.” Emma blushes, “See that’s what I always tell you. Some people see it!” she snaps at Tom, who rolls his eyes.
If Alex wouldn’t have already been gawking at Kelley, she would have been by now. Kelley quickly looks at Alex and winks at her.
“You are Kelley O’Hara, aren’t you?” Emma asks shily.  
“Yeah. Do you like soccer?” Kelley smiles.
“I love soccer, actually I’m a huge fan.”
“Thanks, that's great.” Kelley says politely.
Alex notices a swagger to her, her energy cool and relaxed, giving off vibes that either would want you to be friends with her, or be with her.
“So Tim, what do you do for a living?”
“Tom and I‘m an accountant.” he says through his teeth, clearly aggravated.
“Dude. That sounds awful. I really am sorry for you.” Kelley grimaces, giving him a clap on the shoulder.
Alex almost bursts into loud laughter, but somehow manages to stifle it by hiding her face behind Kelley, however his girlfriend can’t contain it.
“Why would that be awful?” he asks offended.
“Come on Tom, don’t act like that. Your job is pretty boring compared to Alex and Kelley’s.” Emma laughs.
Tom shoots Kelley a malicious look and she just shrugs innocently. Alex eyes Kelley amazed. She has never seen anybody piss Tom off like that and she feels like kissing her for it. Wait. What? Her thoughts are interrupted by Emma.
“How long have you two been together?”
Alex eyes nearly pop out of her head, “Uhhh, we‘re not to-”
“3 years, right babe?” Kelley interrupts, resting her hand on her butt possessively.
Alex looks at her wide eyed and Kelley squeezes her butt, which makes Alex turn her head and nod at her quickly.
“Best 3 years of my life.” Kelley says, pressing a kiss to Alex’s cheek.
“Oh my god, you guys are so cute. I didn’t know that you were a couple. I could immediately sense your love for each other though. Alex your eyes are shining when you look at Kelley.” Emma gushes.
“Thanks.” Kelley grins brightly, turning to Alex, staring deep into her eyes, “She is the love of my life.”
Alex somehow feels mesmerized by the way Kelley is looking at her in that moment and she drifts off, not able to break eye contact. Alex knows that Kelley is just acting right now, but somehow it feels so real and natural.
“Alex what we’re you saying? You’re not together?” Tom interrupts, with an evil glimmer in his eye.
Alex turns to look at him and Kelley’s grip on her tightens.
“Uh yeah, what I wanted to say is actually we’re engaged.” Alex smiles brightly and Kelley looks at her with a smirk, which she then directs at Tom.
“I proposed last year. I mean dude, between us? Look at her. I couldn’t let this chance slip. And don’t get me started on her intelligence. Only a total idiot would miss the opportunity to marry a woman like Alex.”
“Babe, stop it.” Alex smiles, putting her hand on Kelley’s chest, who reaches up to intertwine their hands and presses a kiss to her hand.
“Awww. Tom, why are you never talking about me like this?!” Emma complains.
“Would you excuse us?” Kelley asks charmingly.
“Yeah of course.” she smiles at Kelley.
“Tim.” Kelley nods at him and pulls Alex away from them.
Alex can hear Emma gushing about her ring in the distance and Alex looks down at her hand, thanking god that she put on a ring that looks a lot like an engagement ring and was a gift when winning the Olympics.
“Oh my god.” Alex laughs loudly when they finally are outside, “Kel, you saved me!”
Alex hugs Kelley tightly.
“What a prick.” Kelley rolls her eyes, when they pull apart.
“That was amazing!” Alex gushes, “He was SO pissed off. How do you always do things like that?!”
“You’re exaggerating.” Kelley chuckles.
“Stop playing it down. Emma was totally into you and when you told her she looked like Kristen Bell it was over. What the hell was that about?” Alex laughs.
“I didn’t know that he was your ex, but they stood next to me at the bar earlier and she was complaining that he couldn’t see the alikeness.” Kelley grins.
“You’re amazing.” Alex gasps.
Kelley just waves her off.
“No, Kel, really. You’re unbelievable. I just love you so much. He’s never going to get over that.” Alex grins.  
“Why in the world did you date him?” Kelley asks disgusted.
Suddenly Alex becomes quieter than before. She nervously looks to the ground.
“Uhm, I don’t know. Initially, I just liked that he showed interest.” she admits sort of shyly.
“Alex, are you serious right now?” Kelley asks confused.
“What?”
“You don’t see it don’t you?” Kelley laughs frustratedly.
“Why do you sound so aggravated?”
“Because I am.”
“Why?” Alex frowns.
“Al. You’re- I mean- Have you ever seen yourself? You’re the most amazing person I know and you date that guy because he gives you a little bit attention? There is people falling for you left and -“
“Well, they’re not the right person though!” Alex almost shouts.
“But he was?” Kelley asks, not even phased by her outburst.
“No! That’s not what I wanted-“
“Then who is the right person?”
“I- I don’t know. I always make bad decisions when it comes to that. I just wish I’d meet someone who is even a bit like y-”
“OH MY GOD, ALEXANDRA MORGAN!”
Alex jumps in surprise and gets crushed by a squealing girl that clearly had a bit too much to drink. Alex throws Kelley an apologetic look.
“College.” she mouths, while getting squeezed to death.
Instead of answering Kelley just eyes her pensively. There is something unreadable in her expression and it’s so intense that Alex has to look away, because she starts blushing.
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Later that night and with too many drinks in their systems, they’re finally on their way home. In the taxi Alex lays her head on Kelley’s shoulder exhaustedly, drifting off into sleep slowly. Just before Alex is about to pass out, she speaks up.
“Kel?”
“Mhm?”
“What did you think about earlier?” she mumbles tiredly with closed eyes.
“When?”
“You know when.”
There is silence for a moment as Kelley considers her next words.
“You know, I think you should be with someone who treats you just the way you deserve to be treated. Someone who respects you, who cherishes you, who protects you and most importantly loves you for who you are.” Kelley reflects thoughtfully, her voice soft-spoken.
“I think I know someone like that.” Alex mumbles.
“Oh. Okay.” Kelley tenses, “Then why don’t you just talk to them I guess?” she asks uneasily.
“I don’t think they see me in that kind of way.” Alex shrugs.
“Impossible.” Kelley mumbles.
“Hmm?”
“That’s bullshit, Alex.” Kelley speaks up.
Alex is quite for a minute and Kelley thinks she might have fallen asleep.
“Do you think I deserve to be with someone who is the most amazing person on this planet?”
Kelley exhales deeply.
“I think you deserve the world, Alex. What I don’t think is that they are going to be more amazing than you.” Kelley tries to smile.
There is an unsettling feeling starting to build in her stomach, which she could only describe as some sort of jealousy.
“Well, they are.”
Kelley looks down at the soft smile that is dancing on Alex’s face and the feeling she felt before somehow is erased.
“Well, they aren’t going to be able to say no to such a pretty girl.” Kelley smiles softly, kissing the top of Alex’s head, who is too tired to answer and falls asleep.
FLASHBACK OFF
“Alex? Are you listening?” he asks unsure.
Alex averts her gaze from Kelley and turns to look at him again.
“Thank you so much!” she smiles.
“Uhm what?” he stutters.
“Bye Tom.” Alex waves as she leaves.
“Wait! Alex!” he calls after her perplexed.
“There you are! I brought you vegan chocolate chip cookies.” Kelley smiles excitedly as Alex walks into her direction.
Instead of answering Alex just walks up to Kelley and puts her arms around her neck, kissing her meaningfully. Overwhelmed by the passionate kiss, Kelley drops one of her crutches while reaching up to stop her baseball cap from falling. When Alex pulls away Kelley looks at her stunned, her lips swollen.
“Uh, wow.” Kelley breathes.
“God, you guys didn’t see each other for like 8 minutes! Why are you like this!?” Becky groans.
“Seriously, it’s just cookies Alex.” Christen agrees.
Tobin slowly lifts the bag of food she is carrying, looking at Christen cautiously.
“Don’t even think about it.” Christen rolls her eyes, making Tobin drop her arm instantly.
“So what? I love me some cookies.” Alex grins provocatively and Kelley just shrugs at them, still recovering from the kiss.
They know better than to question Alex and start walking to the car. Alex picks up Kelley’s crutch and they fall behind a few steps.
“What was that for?” Kelley asks with an amused smile.
“For being the most amazing person on this planet.” Alex smiles back.
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Mr Hollywood (Chapter 10)
Summary: Bucky Barnes, an underpaid teaching assistant in a small English village, dreams of a movie career back in his home country of America. He finally gets the break he's always wanted, and if it wasn't for you, his best friend, he wouldn't have been able to take it.
But is that fact enough to save your friendship when it's tested by the pressures of Hollywood?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)
Word count: 1929
Chapter summary: chapter 10 - double figures! And Bucky finally explains himself.
Warnings: One swear word. Some angst.
A/N: this is 6 days late and I'm so sorry :( Hopefully a few people still remember what’s happened nearly two weeks later...!
Previous: Chapter 9
Mr Hollywood Masterlist | Main Masterlist
*****
“Do I need to remind you of the no alcohol on school premises rule? Even fancy Hollywood types like you aren't exempt.”
You announce your presence a couple of meters away from Bucky's shadowy form, not wanting to get too close in case his flight or fight response results in a fist to your face. He still jumps, understandably, it is three in the morning inside a locked playground after all. The chains of the swing clank together as he twists in his seat to face you, and you maintain eye contact, acting braver than you're feeling, aware that there's no running away.
He's gaping at you in an almost comical way. You feel bad for giving him such a fright, but a minuscule part of you is pleased, wanting to hurt him like he hurt you.
“What are you doing here?” His voice is strained.
“I could ask you the same.” You gesture at the bottle he's clasping. “What's that? Didn't think you liked wine much.”
“Oh, no.” He offers it towards you, dropping his arm when you scrunch your nose up, baffled. “It's the apple juice we made last year.”
A hundred bitter-sweet memories flash through your head as he says that, of golden leaves, laden branches hanging low over the lawn, and you and Bucky splashing each other with the hosepipe meant to rinse the fruit. It also reminds you that you never gave him this years efforts, not having the time at Christmas with his flying visit. The glass has long since been forgotten to collect dust.
You move to take the swing next to his, and for a long moment you sit silently together, listening to the branches creek in the wind.
Eventually he turns to you. “Can I talk to you now?”
Arching an eyebrow in permission, you wait for him to continue. As he gathers his thoughts, his gaze flits across your face, over your hair, down to your shoes, raising half a smile at the mud covered wellington's.
You can't have him laughing at you. “Don't even think about being disrespectful about my choice of footwear. I was not dealing with laces at three in the morning.”
He snorts. “Fuck, I've missed you.”  
That was unexpected. “I thought I was pathetically clingy?”
His smile drops. “Probably help if I apologised.”
“Probably.”
“Definitely.” He fidgets before continuing. “There's so much I need to say, I don't know where to start. You deserve a proper explanation, a proper apology, but my heads still so over the place.”
“Don't worry about any of that. I just want to know why you hate me so much.”
“I don't hate you at all!”
“Sure got a funny way of showing that.”
His grip on the chains tightens, trying to catch your eye. “Y/N, please. I didn't mean any of what I said.”
“Then why?”
He doesn't answer immediately, pushing his feet into the soft rubber flooring as he swallows, emitting a small noise not unlike a whimper.
“I suppose it's okay to tell you, it'll be in the news soon enough.”
You're intrigued, confused and worried all at once. “What will?”
Taking a deep breath, he glances away as he begins to speak.
“I thought I was going to live my dream when I got this job. And I was, for the first weeks and months. It was going so well, how could it not? Especially when I was working alongside people like Sam Wilson, you know how much I admire him.”
You fight off a smirk. He's making it easy to fall back into the familiar playful ways, but you need to hear him out before you start showing any cracks in your armour.
“Coming back at Christmas was when it started to go wrong. That was when I realised that maybe I had everything I wanted when I was still here. It was hard to be reminded of my old life and everything I missed when I was severely sleep deprived and nearly losing hair to the stress my directer was putting me through.”
“We wrapped in early spring, then it was just voice-over work. I didn't have to be on set every day and I came back here straight away, needing a break from it all. Then I all but knocked you over outside the shop and just snapped.”
“I wasn't coping and all I could think about is how I wouldn't have even been in this position had it not been for you. As stupid as it sounds, I blamed you for the shit I'd found myself in, for pushing me to go.”
“That doesn't exactly explain-”
“I know. I'm getting there.” You keep quiet and let him talk. “Once it was confirmed the show would get a prime time slot, it all got real. Suddenly all the 'unknowns' like me had dollar signs hanging over our heads. Representatives knew we'd be bringing in money now, and fresh faces attract sponsorships if you work it right. My agent was not the sort to know that though, or anything useful really. Other managers would do a much better job, I wouldn't have chosen him if I had a choice, he was just assigned to me at the start and I hadn't had the chance to do anything about it until then. I hadn't signed any extension contracts yet and he wasn't pleased. So he tried to keep me in his collection.”
“Collection? Eww.”
“Yep. He didn't want to lose me, and so he started with the threats.”
“What do you mean by threats?”
“Dayton's got his own security, even now, and couldn't be touched, so he threatened you. Said he had people close by who could get to you if I didn't do as I was told.”
“What the hell?” You hiss. Your brain can't keep up. “I never...” Thinking back over the last few months, you can't recall ever feeling unsafe or watched in any way.
“No, you wouldn't have. He probably wouldn't have ever done anything but I couldn't take that chance, not when he hinted at links to the Mafia. I just wanted you safe, and the only way I could see that happening was if I made it so you never wanted to see me again. If you weren't even my friend that dick couldn't hold anything over you. That way we'd both be happy. Happy-ish.”
His eyes are glassy as he looks over at you. You're finding it hard to take it all in, trying to find the correct response.
You start with a question. “You said you could tell me 'cos it'll be in the news. Why is that?”
He blows out a breath. “Dayton. Soon as he realised something was wrong he was straight on a plane to force it out of me. He must have got a private detective or something on the case because a few days later my agent was arrested. Turns out he wasn't just awful at his job, he was also involved with manipulating young girls into seedy parties. You don't want to know,” His haunted look proves his statement. “All that matters is he's in custody now. Definitely a prison sentence, a long one hopefully.”
“Day got me a good lawyer too. My names not going to be involved in any way. I didn't know any of that stuff was going on, you have to know that. And there's more than enough evidence without me taking the stand as a witness anyway.”
He seems to have come to the end and you sit wordlessly together again. It's too early in the morning for you to process what he's said, leading to you blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.
“You do realise this sounds like you made it up, right? I'm having trouble believing such an improbable seeming story.”
“I wish I was making it up. I'm not surprised you don't think I'm telling the truth, what with the way I've acted, but when you see it on the news you'll know.” He laughs humourlessly. “Not exactly how I wanted to start my career.”
You bet. “You still didn't have to be so mean to me that night.”
“I know.”
“The Bucky I knew wouldn't have talked to me like that.”
“I know. I wasn't myself at all and I can only apologise. It hasn't been a fun couple of months but it's over now. I promise no matter what happens I won't let it involve you again.” He sighs. “It's not worth it if I lose you along the way.”
“You haven't lost me Bucky,” You whisper, meaning it.
You share a tearful look which says more than words ever could. However strong you told yourself to be, he's always been your weakness, and time hasn't changed that. As you stare at each other, you can see he's telling the truth, and now you've got to work out how you move forward together.
The moment is brought to an end as you shiver, a particularly strong gust lifting the ends of your hair.
“I should walk you home before you freeze to death in your pyjamas,” He teases.
“Hey! My pyjamas are cute.”
“Never said they weren't.”
He smiles softly, standing up and offering you a hand. You take it, the warm skin against yours so familiar you pull away as soon as you're stood, too many emotions flowing through you at the slightest touch.
Following his lead back across the playground and into the lane, a comfortable silence surrounds you, almost like all those times you'd make your way home together when he lived just a few streets down from you. Almost.
Bucky opens your gate for you, and comes to a stop outside your front door, hesitating before patting you gently on the shoulder. Turning around, he walks slowly back up the front path, and you can't just let him leave. Not again.
The hurt is still there but tonight’s revelations have changed everything and the chance of having him back in your life is all you can think of.
“Bucky!”
He whips back round. “Yeah?”
“It's half-term next week. It you're still around, maybe we could do something?
“Really?” You nod. “Yes. Definitely! We have to wait and see if we're recommissioned, so I was just going to hang around for a while. You can text me when you're free.” He fishes for his phone in his jeans. “I've got a new number, let me give it to you.”
“Mines upstairs, wait a minute.”
You rush up to your bedroom, shaking your head at Bucky's incredulous, “Seriously, who goes anywhere without a mobile these days?” Floating up after you.
Coming back down, you open up your contacts so he can add himself. “Not everyone has Sam Wilson on speed dial like you,” You counter, causing Bucky to blush. “Oh my gosh, you do! Which number is he? One?”
“All right, that's enough.”
You grin at him, a real smile, and his face is similarly bright as he hands back your phone and steps away.
“I'm glad we ran into each other Y/N. Even at such an unsocial hour.”
“So am I. Hey, have you got somewhere to stay tonight? Or do you want to-”
“I'm good, don't worry.” He pauses at the end of the garden. “See you soon, hopefully.”
This time you let him leave, and as you climb up to bed again, it feels as though a great weight has been lifted and a peaceful nights sleep is within reach once more.
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Chapter 11
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