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Golly, Archie!

[Based on an inbox request sent to me by @tfkinky ]

Hiram Lodge stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his tie. Today, as with every day, he looked his best and most professional. The crisp black dress shirt wrapped around his powerful chest, his strong arms were hugged by a deep blue suit coat, and a matching tie perfectly pulled the look together. His eyebrows were neatly shaped. His hair... not a strand out of place. He radiated power, and for a good reason: Hiram Lodge basically owned Riverdale.

He was close to literally owning Riverdale, but he had two items left on his to-do list: Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones. At his every chance to claim total control, those two thugs somehow managed to thwart his plans at the last second. If he could get rid of them, nothing would stop him.

And as it turned out, there might be a way to get rid of them.

In a particular moment of desperation, Hiram had made his way to a local witches’ coven. There, he had learned an interesting fact: there was an alternate version of Riverdale in a local parallel universe. One where life was very, very different.

After a series of shady deals with the witches, Hiram was taught a spell which could be used to completely rewrite the reality of an individual and slip them into this alternate universe. Only in his case, it would be two individuals.

Now, Hiram walked over to his desk. He had drawn a pentagram and lit candles as instructed by the witches, and spread out in the middle were pages from a 1950’s comic, showing teenagers living in the time period. On top of the comic pages were two photos: one of Archie, and one of Jughead. Hiram made small cuts in each of his palms, and held them palms-down over the photos. As his blood dripped onto the setup, Hiram chanted:

Little boys who think they’re cool.

Hot shots, now made into fools.

No longer swear, no longer act mean.

Learn to say golly, nifty, and keen.

Slick your hair and dance the jive.

Welcome to 1955.

With each word, the photos began to warp and shake as if they were water. Slowly the photos began to almost melt into the comic, until they disappeared from the table completely. Instead, the comics now featured two new characters: goofy looking 50’s versions of his former foes. The candles blew out.

Hiram smiled to himself. What fun they’ll have

Archie wiped sweat off his brow. He had been mowing lawns and trimming hedges all day. In an effort to make some extra cash on the side he had started his own lawn care service for the good people of Riverdale. It was tough work, but the money was nice. And he got to walk around shirtless all day, which was a nice plus.

As he threw down another bag of clippings, Archie heard a voice in his head.

“You’re a good boy, Archie.”

Archie paused. He looked around. There was nobody else on the street right now. Had he imagined that? He shook his head and went back to work.

... but even as he worked, Archie couldn’t stop thinking of that little voice. The phrase “good boy” stuck with him, and bounced around in his head like a lone thought running free. Archie had never considered himself one of those goody two-shoes guys. Given everything that happened in this town, everyone had to have a bit of dirt on on their hands. But what if he didn’t? What if he had the chance to do better, wash his hands off and dedicate his life to being a good son and a good member of the community. Well, gosh, wouldn’t that be something?

Before these thoughts went any further, Archie snapped back into the moment. It was a nice idea, but this was his life.

“You’re a well-behaved, well-mannered boy.”

He hear the voice from nowhere again, and this time it sounded even more persuasive. Unconsciously, Archie shifted his back and stood straight, rigid as a board. It was like second nature - without thinking, Archie knew to look upright and presentable at all times. After all, that was the way any well-behaved boy should act.

And as he shifted into a proper posture, he felt a wave of Euphoria was over himself. Standing tall allowed him to push out his chest and show off his arms, after all. He smiled a wide, wide smile. Acting in this way, being a good boy, it made him feel indescribably happy... and also a bit horny. There was a strange feeling bubbling inside of him, growing stronger with every second. A feeling of peppiness, and perkiness. Archie knew it was right to help people. Gosh, that’s what good guys do, right? That’s why I’m mowing my neighbors lawns for free, Archie thought to himself. But no - that’s not right. No, I’m trying to make money... aren’t I? Archie felt confused, like his truth was being clouded and replaced by a new preppy reality that was only getting more intense. Golly, how much farther could this go?

“You have sharp dress style.”

With those words, the few clothes Archie was wearing flew off his body. He immediately moved to cover himself up, until the wave of preppy euphoria relaxed him again. He didn’t really miss his old clothes that much. Sloppy jeans and t shirts? And he had the audacity to walk around shirtless? Unacceptable, Archie thought to himself. I can’t look sloppy, I’m 18 for Pete’s sake! I should be dressed to the nines at all times!

The universe seemed to comply with Archie’s new thoughts as a fresh set of clothes wrapped themselves around him. 1950’s style tighty whities slip up and covered his private areas, nicely cupping his sizeable package and perfectly outlining his firm, round buttocks. The waist band went up to his high waist in that classic 50’s style, a style that Archie was coming to think of as his own.

A white dress shirt appeared next, buttoning itself up to the very top button. The shirt was tight against Archie’s beefcake body, and the outline of his pecs and arms could be seen through the shirt, a feeling Archie didn’t mind. The shirt had a small polka dot pattern on it, but of course it did. Archie loved fun patterns on his clothes! Sometimes he wore multiple bright patterns just to feel extra nifty.

Today was one of those days, apparently, as wool dress slacks with a plaid pattern slid up Archie’s thick legs, coming to rest at his high waist. Through the pants the outline of his full buttocks could be seen. The shirt tucked itself into his pants. As if I would ever go anywhere with my shirt untucked! Archie wanted to guffaw at the thought!

A plaid green bow tie wrapped itself around Archie’s neck into a perfect bow (Archie had mastered the art of tying a bow tie many years ago. He hardly left the house without one). As it locked into place, the wide smile on Archie’s face got wider. He felt absolutely giddy in these clothes. Golly, he loved to dress crisp like this! It made him feel real boss.

Pristine white dress socks rolled up his feet, and wingtip loafers wrapped around them. The shoes were brown leather, so perfectly polished that Archie could see his reflection in them. He polished his shoes every night, he liked to keep them looking a spiffy as possible. A matching brown leather belt, just as polished, cinched his waist, further defining his beefy build.

Over the top of the whole ensemble, a knit sweater vest appeared, in a deep blue. Emblazoned on the front was a gold “R” - for Riverdale High, of course! Archie loved his school and had a number of sweater vests, sweaters, ties, caps, and other pieces of merchandise for the school. He loved to incorporate them into his look - Riverdale’s quarterback should show his school pride, after all!

“You look clean-cut and presentable at all times.”

Archie’s hair ruffled as gel began to flow through it and lock it in a slicked back position. His signature red locks now looked like a plastic helmet on top of his head, perfectly styled into a neat all-American side part (the way every man’s hair should look!), and lightened until it was almost a cartoonish orange.

Archie’s bushy eyebrows slimmed out, taking on a clean styled look, and the pores on his face vanished. Archie how had an impossibly clear and bright complexion, aside from a smattering of freckles across his checks. His teeth straightened into a perfect row. His eyes shined a bright blue, even if his gaze was now a bit mindless.

Archie’s look had totally transformed. He no longer looked like the tough jock he was before. He now dressed like a total square. But Archie didn’t care, he thought his dress style was neato! An artificial perfection settled over his whole look, locking Archie in plasticine preppiness.

Archie rubbed his new clothes. Gosh, he enjoyed the feeling of them so much. As his fingers circled his chest, he heard several more words from the voice, only now he willingly welcomed them:

“You obey your parents, Archie.”

“You follow all orders you’re given.”

“You always hold the door open for those behind you.”

“You’d never do something without asking first.”

“You always say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.”

“You are a good boy, Archie.”

With every command that rang through his vacant head, Archie’s wide smile only got wider. The perky feeling was growing. It wasn’t just in his stomach, it had spread through his arms and legs, into his fingers and toes and into every hair on his head. On a molecular level, Archie felt like a keen all-American teen. A swell guy who helped old ladies cross the street, always had dates home by 10PM sharp, and ended nearly every sentence with “sir” or “ma’am” when talking to an adult.

Archie’s connection to this Riverdale was fading. The squeaky clean school boy now had little in common with the unforgiving town he had grown up in. Instead, he was coming into alignment with the other Riverdale, the one where wholesome American values had never gone out of style. His memories had also shifted from the old Riverdale to the new, as he only ever remembered the 1950’s haven as his home.

But there was so much to do there! Heading to the malt shop! Going to sock hops with Betty and Ronnie! Listening to records! Gee whiz, Archie enjoyed his Riverdale life so much, he wanted to be there right now!

“Archie, it’s time to go home.”

For a brief second, Archie’s head spun as the world flashed and shifted around him.

Only for a brief second, though. After that, it was back to the setting Archie knew and loved. Technicolor houses, white picket fences. Children playing in the street. Home. Archie sighed and smiled. He was at peace here.

Suddenly, Archie remembered his plans for the day. He was going to pick up Veronica and take her to Pop’s. Without missing a beat, Archie ran to Veronica’s house. His knock on the door was answered by this Riverdale’s version of Veronica, sporting a prim blouse and skirt, with bobbed hair.

“Hiya, Ronnie!” Archie exclaimed with a wide grin.

“Hey there, Archiekins!” Veronica pulled Archie into a hug.

The two embraced for a moment and looked at each other sweetly. It was puppy love, plain and simple. Archie always wanted a girl to be sweet for, and Ronnie was the right one for him. And if he was lucky, they might get to play some backseat bingo in his station wagon later.

“Ready to go, sweetie?” Archie asked. Veronica responded with a nod, and the two made their way to Pop’s to split a sundae. Another perfect Riverdale day!

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Jughead paced the floor of his dad’s trailer. He’d been tipped off by a connection on the outskirts of town that Hiram Lodge had been seen paying a visit to the local coven. That could only mean he was up to trouble. Jughead had been trying to contact Archie all day, but his friend had seemingly gone off the grid. Jughead was getting concerned that it wasn’t a coincidence. If Hiram was resorting to black magic, Jughead had no idea what to expect or how to respond. As much research as he did, that was one area he did not mess with.

But now Jughead felt like he was at the end of his line. Hiram had tried multiple times to take him and Archie out, and if he had finally figured out a way, Riverdale was doomed.

He had to contact the witches. That was the only way, Jughead decided. He would drive out there and convince them to undo whatever Hiram had them do. He would beg, make them see that the safety of Riverdale was on the line. It wasn’t his best plan, but it would have to work. It would have to.

Jughead picked up his keys, but dropped them again just as quickly after a booming voice echoed inside his head.

“You’re a good boy, Jughead.”

He couldn’t move. He knew this was the end. But even scarier than the absolute terror he was feeling in the face of defeat, was the fact that those feelings of terror were disappearing. As much as he didn’t want to listen to the voice, the phrase “good boy” just refused to go away. It comforted him, the idea of giving in. Jughead had worked for so long to be a total nonconformist, and yet in this moment he wanted nothing more than to just fit on. Be one of the boys.

Jughead was terrified by the thoughts he heard and felt. He was fighting to hold on to his consciousness, but it was quickly becoming a losing battle.

“You’re a goofy, fun-loving guy.”

Jughead chuckled. He sure did feel that way sometimes. All throughout high school he had been a class clown, always making light of the situation. It was just his way of seeing the world. He liked to make people laugh, but nobody laughed louder than he did at himself.

“You are always dressed in a clean, respectable fashion.”

Jughead’s denim jacket and flannel disappeared from his body. Jughead didn’t mind too much. He wasn’t the kind of guy to dress to the nines, but he did think that every young guy should know how to dress. Jughead kept it simple, but he kept it clean.

To highlight this point, a blue turtleneck sweater popped up around his slender frame, leaving him feeling very comfortable.

White briefs wrapped up his nether regions like a Christmas present, and black dress slacks covered the top of them. The pants were freshly ironed, with visible pleats down the front. Jughead always wore clean clothes!

White tube socks rolled up his legs, and over the top of them came a fresh pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars. Jughead sighed with relief as he wriggled his toes around inside the shoes. Nothing made him feel more boss than a pair of Chucks.

On top of his head, Jughead’s beanie had reformed as a paper crown, his trademark accessory. Jughead didn’t know how he had started wearing it or why he still did, but it sure was fun! And it matched his goofy personality well.

“Your appearance is just as well groomed as your clothes.”

Jughead’s long, unkempt hair was pulled to the side and perfectly groomed into a side part, shortening down in the process to a fresh cut. His teeth whitened and his skin cleared up, just as it had for Archie. Jughead now looked like a perfect model for a Normal Rockwell painting.

Jughead loved the way he looked. This was who he was: just one of the guys, always ready to join in on plans, but never looking to stand out. He was a lovable goofball, and he wore his reputation with pride.

Jughead stood in place, enjoying the feel of his new getup, as more commands piled into his head.

“You love to eat.”

Food was one thing he couldn’t get enough of. He often had multiple hamburgers at Pop’s, and always had snacks no matter where he went.

Jughead let out a low burp. His stomach rumbled, then expanded under his sweater, reflecting his new big eater tendencies. Jughead enjoyed his little pot belly. He chuckled thinking about it.

“You love to laugh.”

And as he did, his chuckle turned into a full-bellied laugh, sending waves of joy throughout his body. His laugh began to take on a honking quality as the tip of his nose expanded to a bulbous shape.

“You are slow-witted, but keen and well-mannered.”

The light behind Jughead’s eyes faded. His journalistic wit and hard-hitting problem solving skills were gone. As Jughead’s goofy personality took over, he felt his care for school and work disappear. He didn’t like to try too hard, raised people’s expectations of him too much. And besides, that school stuff was so hard. Why not take life easy?

“You love to joke, dance, and do other fun-loving, innocent teenage activities.”

Jughead smiled as he remembered his Riverdale. A town where all his best pals were, and where he got to enjoy his neighborhood and all the pleasant people within. It made Jughead happy to think of his Riverdale. He never had to try hard there. Eating burgers and drinking shakes were his highest priorities. The most work he did was cracking a joke in response to Archie’s latest goof.

Jughead kept thinking about his town and how swell he felt when he was there, and realized he wanted nothing more than to be back. Back in his 1950’s home.

With perfect timing, the final command came.

“Time to go home, Jughead.”

Jughead spun, and so did the world. Then, half a second later, everything was back to normal. He was at home, in the suburbia of good ol’ Riverdale. The sun was shining high and proud, and for the 782nd day in a row there was not a cloud in the sky. Jughead knew this was where he belonged.

And just his luck. Across the street was none other than his best pal Archie Andrews! Archie was with Veronica, but was grinning ear-to-ear as he saw Jughead, and Jughead felt the same way as he saw his buddy. Jughead ran across the street to join them (after looking both ways first, of course).

“Howdy Jug! Boy, you have no idea how glad I am to see you!” Archie exclaimed.

“Right back at ya, Archie! Gosh, I’ve been looking for you all over!”

The two pals exchanged perfect white smiles, filled to the brim with glee. What could be better than life in Riverdale, with good buds and great manners?

Archie opened his mouth again “Hey Jug, Ronnie and I were about to go to Pop’s. Wanna tag along?”

“Golly, Archie! You know I can’t say no to Pop’s!”

The three friends all laughed in unison. They turned and began to walk down the street. The sun was shining on another perfect Riverdale day, and it was only noon! Who knew what kind of wacky adventures they could get in today?

TWO WEEKS LATER

Hiram sat and enjoyed a celebratory glass of wine. It had taken several nights of hard bargaining with Mayor McCoy to get what he wanted, but after pointing out the town’s high crime rate and lack of development (and also after making a few “charitable donations”), Hiram got what he finally wanted: ownership of Riverdale. He now truly felt on top of the world.

“This morning’s paper, sir.”

Hiram turned his head to watch as Smithers, the Lodge family’s long time assistant, came in to the room. Hiram thanked Smithers as he left a copy of the morning’s Riverdale Registrar on the table. Hiram truly didn’t care about most of the tat in that paper, even though he was technically it’s owner. But he flipped through, looking for one section that he had recently insisted they add.

“Bingo!” Hiram found what he was looking for as he flipped to the comics page. There at the top was a full-color page of comics labeled Archie and Friends. In today’s installment, Archie (clad in the most garish red bow tie Hiram had ever seen) was helping the neighbor’s kid find his model plane, before being tricked and falling into a swimming pool. Hiram found himself laughing. Archie had always been a gullible fool, it was nice to see that reflected in his new persona. And there right next to him was Jughead, laughing along and eating a sandwich.

Hiram enjoyed seeing what his two former nemeses were up to. He now had a copy of the Registrar delivered to his office every day so he could observe their ridiculously corny adventures. His eyes rolled along the page, looking at the various scenarios the boys found themselves in.

His eyes stopped at the end of the page where the strip had introduced a new character, and older gentleman in a waistcoat with slicked back hair.

And his blood froze as he saw Archie call this new character “Mr. Lodge”.

...Coincidence, surely? There was a Veronica in the strip, so maybe this Mr. Lodge was just her alternate universe father. Why on earth would he be in the strip?

Then, Hiram knew exactly why. In order to convince the witches to hand over their secrets, Hiram had promised to grant the witches legal ownership of their coven’s land, as it was within town limits. Hiram had of course told them what they wanted to hear, but in his legal proceedings earlier that day, he had laid out plans to turn the woodland containing the coven into a tourist lodge.

And somehow, they had found out.

Hiram maintained his composure, even as panic rose inside him. He had faced tougher foes before, and he wasn’t about to let a group of hokey witches take him down. He just had to think of what to do.

Only it was becoming terribly hard for Hiram to think, because a new voice was speaking to him:

“You’re a good boy, Hiram.”

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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Cutie Pie | Sweet Pea

Hey Lovelies! Still updating from my Wattpad! Today’s feature: Sweet Pea! On another note; I think I’m going to open my requests for Thanksgiving! What do y’all think? All my love!!

Description: Y/n, Southside sweetheart, thinks Sweet Pea despises her. He really, really, does not.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Warnings: Hints at smut but not really

Word count: 3k

Tags: Fluff, angst

Toni groans and throws another top on the growing pile of shirts that she has deemed unwearable. You had seen nothing wrong with it, a flowing pink blouse with cream polka dots. To her, however, it was too girly. You had scoffed at that. There's nothing wrong with femininity, she of all people should understand that. Maybe if she had wanted something that screams masculinity she should have raided Sweet Pea's closet instead of yours.

The Serpents seem to think there is something wrong with being girly though, looking down on anyone who dares wear anything pink or flowery and definitely anyone who wears both at the same time. You roll your eyes at that every time. You, a teenage Serpent yourself, are perhaps the most "girly" person to have ever set foot on Southside grounds. You take pride in that, wearing your Serpent jacket over all the ballerina skirts and pretty pink bralettes that your flowery heart desires. Yes, you get glares all the time but the switchblade in the pocket of your cherry blossom backpack just begs them to start something they can't finish.

"Y/n, baby, I love you but your closet is a nightmare! Do you have nothing remotely black? Or skimpy! C'mon, you want to impress Sweet Pea don't you?" Toni's voice is teasing and your cheeks flame in embarrassment and a tinge of anger.

"I would never dress to impress," you make air quotes with your fingers and pretend to gag, hiding the unavoidable lust in your voice before you say his name, "Sweet Pea! He's a jackass who's high on some masculinity crap! I can't do that."

She smirks at you from the mirror she's applying her bright red lipstick in, "you can very much do that and I know you want to. You're telling me that you don't lay awake at night and imagine his hands, his very large hands, doing unspeakable things to you? You may be the cutest little thing we've got on the Southside but you, baby girl, want him bad. Trust me, I know. I'm your best friend."

"Yeah, well, you're wrong and even if I did want, well, all that," you blush at the thought and swallow hard, pushing down at the buzz in the pit of your stomach, "he hates me so it would never happen. Theoretically, of course!"

"Uh huh, sure," is all your pink haired best friend says before turning back to your baby blue, vintage vanity to curl her pink locks.

You cross your arms over you aqua t-shirt, feigning annoyance, "and just what is that supposed to mean, missy?"

"Just that we both know you're turned on from just hearing Sweets' name. And he doesn't hate you, I roll with the guys remember," she catches your wide, doe eyes in the mirror and shakes her head lightly, laughing softly at your blown pupils, "he wants you. Bad."

You scoff again, leaning down to tie up your white tennis shoes, "he does not. He thinks I'm weak; that I'm going to bring down the pack.”

"He feels like he needs to protect you. There is a difference," Toni stands, twirling in front of your mirror to approve her outfit for tonight.

Some of the Serpent teens are gathering at the quarry, much like they do most weekends, to hang out. Today is special, though, because it's the last weekend before summer ends and you're all forced to go back to an educational prison. You're heart races knowing that Sweet Pea will, in fact, be there tonight. He's a jerk, at least he seems like one. Every time you’ve spoken to him it's been to tell him to let you handle your own problems. Granted most of your problems have involved ghoulies trying to make you their lunch because of your cute aura and quiet voice but he's never given you an opportunity to prove yourself. No one has.

Your voice is soft, like usual, but a tad annoyed, "I don't need protection. Why does everyone assume that I do?"

"Because you're so cute we could just eat you up!" Toni leans over to pinch your cheeks and you try not to giggle because that would only prove her point, "also, that isn't what you're wearing, is it?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" You peek around her and scrutinize your outfit.

An aquamarine t-shirt that stops right before a pair of fashionably baggy, cuffed jean shorts. The same pair of pink pearl earrings that you always wear are in your ears and the white tennis shoes you just laced are on your feet. Your worn Serpent jacket hangs proudly off your shoulders, the bright red patches bold against the black leather. The cherry blossom backpack is settled on your bed, ready to be grabbed and filled with your reusable water bottle, rose perfume, matching cherry blossom wallet, and switchblade, of course. All in all, it’s the perfect outfit.

You glance up to see Toni just smiling lightly at you, "Nothing, you're right. It's perfect."

* * * * *

Like usual, you and Toni take her bike to the quarry. You don't have your own bike so you ride behind her, your arms around her waist, her sugary scent blowing at you in full force, and your head thrown back, hollering into the wind. The two of you have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Nobody would have ever seen it coming. You were always playing in princess dresses and she was the pirate storming the tea party in search of cookies that were dubbed gold. You're polar opposites yet she's, perhaps, the only one who really knows how alike you are.

You arrive at the quarry laughing and cheering like maniacs, nothing out of the norm. You swing your legs over the side of her bike, hopping off gracefully and smoothing back your wind blown hair. It's dusk, the sun having just set, and there are mason jar lights sitting on the picnic tables and fairy lights strung through the trees. For such a rowdy gang, there is soft indie music floating through the air; the final touch to, dare you say, a romantic atmosphere. You couldn't be more proud.

A familiar arm is slung over your shoulders, pulling you into a playful side hug.

"Fogarty! I haven't seen you all summer," you swing yourself into a real hug, latching your arms around his neck and squeezing as he pulls you off your toes, "where have you been, Fangsy?"

He chuckles and sets you back on your feet, ruffling your hair and grabbing one of your hands to twirl you around, "hey cupcake, it's good to see you too. I've been here and there, sorry I wasn't around."

You giggle and shake your head, pulling him to sit at the practically full picnic table that Toni claimed. The table cheers when they see you, pulling you in for hugs and playing with your hair. You hear a couple voices tell you that you look cute and others telling you to come sit with them. You slide your backpack off, placing it under the table when you find an empty spot. Before you can take your seat, however, a pair of muscled arms circles your waist, pulling you onto their lap and stealing your seat for themselves.

A leather and pine scent envelopes you as the table breaks out in hooting laughter, "Sweet Pea this is my seat. As in singular. Mine."

All he does is tighten his arms deliciously around your hips, pressing down slightly on your lower stomach and making you very much aware of the intimacy of your position. You look to Toni for help but all she does is wink, turning her head to join one of the many side conversations taking place. You sit in silence for a while, as stiff as a board in Sweet Pea's lap. You aren't uncomfortable so much as nervous. You can't lie, you've been practically in love with Sweets for as long as you can remember but, until now, he has barely shown you any form of affection besides ‘saving’ your sorry butt on numerous occasions.

"Relax, baby," he mumbles into your neck for only you to hear, "it's just me."

You want to yell at him for calling you baby, you really do, but it sounds so perfect coming from his lips and his mouth on your neck is too pleasurable to push away. Instead, going against everything you stand for, you sink into his broad chest, leaning your head under his chin and pulling one of his hands into both of yours.

"Much better," his chest rumbles softly under your back.

"Pea we're supposed to hate each other, remember?" You toy with his fingers, noting their size and remembering your conversation with Toni from earlier today.

She wasn't wrong, thoughts of his hands, among other parts of him, keep you awake at night. You can feel the heat creeping up your neck.

He leans down, skimming his lips over your earlobe while he answers, "Since when? I never got that memo."

His hand moves from your hip to the waistband of your shorts, his fingers dipping in and resting on the skin under your naval. You bite back an unexpected moan at his lips and searing fingertips, leaning further into his chest and shifting your hips backward to fully press yourself against him. You let go of his hand in exchange for digging your fingernails into the picnic table. His hands are hidden, given him all the encouragement he needs to slide his now free hand up your bare thigh, drawing circles with his thumb on the inside of it.

"Sweets," your voice is raw, "what are you doing?"

"Showing you just how much I don't hate you."

His lips inconspicuously move to your neck, claiming the skin under your jaw as his own in the darkness. His hand draws further up your thigh, under the denim of your shorts and stopping at the apex of your thigh.

"Let me show you that I very much do not hate you, baby," he murmurs into your ear, the hand in the waistband of your shorts skimming over your skin in mesmerising patterns.

"Not here," you force the words pass you lips, melting into his touch.

"Then let's go," he practically pleads into your ear and it's all you can do not to wrap your legs around him right here and right now, nodding desperately as he scoops you into his arms and stands up.

You giggle loudly and, for the first time tonight, you're able to see his face. He's smiling down at you, a soft look in his molten chocolate eyes. His stare soon turns heated and he licks his lips, drawing your eyes to his mouth. Your arms tighten around his neck, pulling you flush against his chest. You turn to look at the table in time to see Toni nudge Fangs and point to the two of you, smirking at you when she catches your eye.

"Well guys," Sweet Pea addresses the table as he walks stealthily backwards, "it's been fun but we're going to head out now."

Before anyone can protest you lean up and whisper run in his ear. Before you know it he's sprinting to his motorcycle, the table of hollering Serpents shouting words of advice at your back. One that rings louder in the night is your best friend's voice screaming to "use protection". You blush and bury your head into Sweets' shoulder.

He sets you down on his bike when he reaches it, placing his hands on your hips and staring into your eyes through the darkness. The tension between you is tangible. You can hear every inhale he takes, imagining his bare chest moving over your own. In the blink of an eye you reach up and hook your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours. Sparks dance up your spine and his hands find your hips. Fire burns everywhere he touches you.

You break the kiss quickly, "crap Pea, my backpack! I left it under the table!"

His eyes are still closed and he finds you lips once more, pressing another kiss to you lips, "okay baby, wait here, I'll go grab it."

"No, it's okay I ca-"

"Baby, just let me go get it," he stares into your eyes, pleading with you to let him go retrieve your backpack.

"Fine."

You watch him run back towards the others. You don't realise how dark it is until your all alone and the woods around the quarry become more prominent. Every noise you hear sets you on edge. You swear you keep hearing twigs snap but it's only your imagination, right? It has to be. That or Sweet Pea is pulling a prank on you. Maybe you should have just gone to get your bag with him.

You hear another twig snap and tense up. You ball your hands into fists, readying for anything. You can fight, that puts you somewhat at ease. Toni is the only one who knows that, spare a few older Serpent women who aren't in Riverdale anymore, because they had been the ones to rough you up during your gauntlet. Yes you, the softest girl on the Southside, refused to do the dance. There were no rules prohibiting you from the gauntlet so you opted for it instead. Needless to say, you can take a hit.

"You little skank!" A voice sounds from behind you, causing you to whirl around.

In front of you stands a tall redhead with hair to her elbows. Her serpent jacket clings to her slim form, accentuating her curves in a way that makes you jealous. She wears a paint of off brand skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that's a little too tight. Her eyes are bright green and furious, glaring bloody murder at you. You have no clue who she is.

"Uhm, excuse me?" You glance behind you just to make sure she isn't talking to some else.

"You heard me, slut. Who the hell do you think you are? Sitting on my man's lap?"

The ‘slut’ thing doesn't bother you and neither does the ‘who the hell’. She doesn't know you so you refuse to take her meaningless words to heart. However, the part where she claims Sweet Pea has you seeing red.

"Amazing. Everything that you've just said is wrong." You smile innocently at her, curling your hands into fists once more behind your back.

"I'm sorry? What did you just say to me?" She takes a step towards you, her chucks cracking another stick.

"Oh, sorry, let me explain. My name is y/n, not slut,” you counter her step with one of your own, “that's who I am. Oh, and he's not your man. If he is than why is he pulling me onto his lap instead of you?” you scrunch your eyebrows and look her up and down, “Oh, wait, who are you again?"

Your sugary sweet smile turns sinister in the blink of an eye; the same amount of time it takes her to charge at you. The words ‘cat fight’ ring in your ears as you dodge a poorly thrown left hook. You use the opportunity to land a blow to her exposed stomach. She coughs quietly and you step back to give her room, trying to be as kind as you can to someone who's wrongly accusing you of being a harlot. You're caught off guard though when she lunges for you, knocking you to the ground and pinning your legs under her.

Rookie mistake number two. She goes to swing again but before she can you grab her shoulders and roll, ending in a straddled position with her arms secured over her head. You smirk triumphantly down at the red head under you.

You plan to keep her there until Sweet Pea gets back but she decides to, rather stupidly, open her mouth, "I bet this is a familiar position for you, huh?"

It's not red that you see this time but blackness. All you remember is calling her a bitch and the next thing you know your hands are bruised and you're being pulled, legs kicking in protest, off the red head who now has a busted eye and a bloody nose. You're screaming at whoever has you in their grasp to let you go another round with the nameless girl. A mass of teen Serpents surrounds you, cheering loudly for you.

"Baby, as hot as that was, I'm not putting you down," a familiar voice whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You look back at the bloodied girl on the ground. She makes eye contact with you from around Fangs who's trying to help her stand up. You don't know where the reckless idea comes from but, to be fair, you aren't really thinking straight right now. Perhaps that's why you follow through with the plan you have just hastily concocted in your head.

You toss the red head a cute smile and mumble delicately to the tall raven haired boy, "hey, Sweets?"

"Yeah y/n?"

You glance up at him, still in his arms, and pull his lips to yours. You kiss him slowly, drawing it out for as long as you can before you have to breath again. You keep your lips millimetres from his, pressing them against his softly a few more times. When you look back to the ground, the girl is nowhere in sight and the rest of the Serpents have migrated back to the picnic tables. Your cherry blossom back pack is settled at Sweet Pea's feet.

"So," you giggle at his dazed expression, "do you still feel like you need to protect me?"

"Yes," your face falls and you almost push yourself from his arms.

"But, to be fair, I always will. That's just me. You looked amazing fighting though. Absolutely fucking beautiful."

"Okay," you kiss his jaw softly, "I think I can handle that. Now can we please get out of here?"

"Fuck yes!"

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hi i’d like max x reader where he’s having very stressful day at work like everything that can go wrong does go wrong and the reader is his gf and bc of all this stuff going wrong he forgets that she’s supposed to visit him at work so she comes in and starts talking about her day and how great it was and then he just shoots up and goes to hug her and starts kissing her and playing with her hair and she’s like ??? cause this never happens and he just lays his head on her lap and he rants about his day and she listens and she tries to comfort him as best she can thank u 🥺

Rough Day At Work [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Author's note: Oh. my god. This is a long one. I write a lot of Maxwell fluff but this one is by far one of my favourites. It's a journey of pure, unadulterated sweetness with a sliver of comedy. And it's set at Christmas— perfect to get you in the festive mood! Reblogs appreciated because this isn't showing up in tags.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: food mention, drink mention, brief allusions to sex, Maxwell is ~stressed~.

Rating: PG-13

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Maxwell Lord had his fair share of bad days. Things almost always went wrong in his line of work, but it was almost never his fault. He could always squander up an excuse or find someone else to blame. But today it was one thing after another.

He was late. He had a meeting with the board team first thing but as the Christmas traffic filled the bustling roads of DC, he had already missed the first twenty five minutes of the conference. He practically fell out of the black limo that drove him to work every morning, plodging his feet through the thick layers of snow. It was so deep this morning, the ice cold water seeped through his leather Armani shoes and even through his favourite cashmere socks. The ones with little purple polka dots. He shivered uncomfortably as the clumps of ice sat in between his toes, melting, and so every footstep made an obscene squelching noise. He didn't have the time to fuss around and change his shoes. The bottoms of his tailored pants were dripping. He bolted through the glass revolving doors of Black Gold Cooperative, trailing a pool of water behind him. His receptionist Anna, and his assistant Raquel, stood up abruptly, their eyes widening as they saw their boss in such a hurried frenzy.

"Mr Lord! You have your nine o’ clock meeting and it’s now nine twenty-” Raquel raised her hand and called for him, but he didn't bother to stop in his tracks.

"Yes Raquel, I know!" Maxwell yelled after her, already tapping his feet impatiently as he waited for the elevator. "Cmon, cmon…" he grumbled as it slowly made its way down from the 25th floor to the ground floor.

When Maxwell entered the board meeting, his cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold winter weather. His eyes were glazed and the waves in his dark blonde hair were falling out of place. He had styled it perfectly this morning, the same way he did it every morning. You had even helped him, brushing through his locks when he had hopped out the shower. But now he looked as though he had just run a marathon, breaking out in a cold sweat. He swore if he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he'd have a heart attack. But surely, the day couldn't get any worse. Right? Maxwell had made it to the meeting, albeit late. At least he was there.

Wrong.

"I am so sorry." he scrambled, plopping his briefcase down on the table and slipping past the many occupied chairs. He slumped down in one eventually, pulling out in a notepad and pen. "Bad traffic," he huffed. "Can someone give me the lowdown?"

He eventually looked up to see his company. Twelve older ladies in pink button down dresses and white frilly aprons, their hair tied back into matching low buns. Maxwell froze up, his gaze wandering from woman to woman as it slowly began to sink in.

"Mr Lord…" the woman at the head of the table said cautiously. She looked just as baffled. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've worked for Black Gold Cooperative for five years now but never did I expect to see you in person."

Maxwell looked back at the other girls who were all nodding in agreement, beaming with excitement. "Uh." He didn't know what to say, but instead, he placed his pen and notepad back into the inside of his suit jacket pocket and stood up. "I think- I think I'm in the wrong meeting." he announced.

"We are the body of staff who are responsible for the cleanliness and hygiene of your company sir. We spend ten hours a day washing and tidying every surface, every inch of this building. We take great care of it." one of the ladies spoke up and Maxwell became even more confused. Although clearly, on a day like this, it didn't take much to confuse him.

"The cleaning staff have meetings in here?" He wondered out loud, immediately regretting the words as soon as they left his lips. He didn't want to come off as rude. "I mean, I'm your employer. Pft, of course I know that you have meetings. And I'm glad you do so. It's good to take direction!" he was doing that motivational voice he used on television, making the 60 year old cleaners swoon with admiration. "I- I should get going but. Uh, yes. Lovely to meet you all."

"Mr Lord!" A lady with ebony hair and crinkles by her eyes stood up, handing Maxwell his briefcase. He nodded appreciatvely and walked to the door where her hand met his arm and stopped him in his tracks. "Could I get your autograph, please? I'm just a huge fan of your infomercials."

Maxwell checked the time on his wristwatch. Almost half an hour late, but he couldn't deny one of his cleaners. Once upon a time he wouldn't have bothered giving them a second glance yet he leaned over the table and signed his name on a sticky note. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Pamela," she beamed brightly.

"Nice to meet you Pamela, have a good day." he pat her shoulder and went open the door when another voice yelled his name.

"Mr Lord!" a woman with white hair stood up, a grin pinned on her face. "I'm Doris," she introduced confidently, but her voice was shaky with her old age. "I remember when your father was on the television. I used to clean for him too, you know? Oh, he was such a lovely gentleman. And you look more and more like him every day. Such a handsome man, you are."

Maxwell stiffened up, his hand grabbing the door handle so hard he was sure his knuckles might've turned white. "Oh," was the only thing that could really leave his lips. He wanted to leave.

"Mr Lord, your father I mean-, every Christmas he'd give little old me a kiss," she recalled, her heart blooming at the memory. "Of course I wasn't old then. I was young. And beautiful."

Maxwell exhaled and nodded his head, unsure of really what to say or where this conversation was going. All he could think about was the board meeting that he was already extremely late for. Maxwell pushed down on the door handle and Doris let out a long dramatic sigh, making Maxwell pause once again to hear what she had to say. "I haven't been kissed like that, by a man as attractive as your father, in years." she sighed longingly, fluttering her eyelashes.

That was when Maxwell realised. He sighed quietly, his eyes scanning the room. All the cleaners were staring at him, expecting him to make his move on poor old Doris. Then, he turned back to Doris and offered her that familiar Hollywood smile. The same smile that the whole world was used to seeing on five o'clock television. He took her hand and brushed a soft kiss over her wrinkled knuckles before gently dropping her hand again. There was no denying the pink blush that coloured her cheeks. The action earned a few squeaks and squeals around the room and while they were all babbling with excitement about what they'd just witnessed happen to their friend Doris, Maxwell took the opportunity to run.

He did finally make it to the meeting. He squeezed past his business associates, trying to locate his chair around the table. In the process, he knocked over a cup of coffee. It spilled all over Maxwell, and one of his colleagues. Maxwell's pale blue suit jacket was now stained with brown espresso, and he knew it would take more than just a few washes to get the stain out. He muttered a small 'sorry' before finding his seat and taking out his notepad and pen. Just as he finished writing the date at the top of his piece of paper, the director of the meeting called it quits and everyone flustered out of the room.

All this had happened and it was only ten in the morning.

Luckily, that was the only meeting of the day and he knew he was going to be spending the rest of the day in his office doing paperwork. That was easy enough. Maxwell padded into his enormous office which took up the entirety of the top floor at Black Gold Cooperative headquarters. He shut the double doors, finding peace in knowing that there was no need for anyone to come in and distract him. Maxwell tugged off his blazer and hung it on the back of a chair. He unclipped his suspenders that held his tailored pants up, and threw them to one side, along with his shoes and soaked socks. He padded into the closet at the back of his office and shuffled out of his pants, changing into some grey sweatpants.

He smiled, beginning to feel warm again. Wearing the sweatpants reminded him of you and it made him feel like he was at home. He remembered a few weeks into your relationship; your surprise when you caught a glimpse of his wardrobe. Not a single piece of casual wear in sight. You wondered if Maxwell Lord had ever known the comfort of sweatpants and so, that afternoon, you went out and bought him a pair. They changed his life. Maxwell would always favour his suits, that's just who he was, but he would love to wear the sweats when he wanted to lounge about in the house.

He was tired. His hair was still damp, the dark blonde waves curling at the nape of his neck and falling out of place every time he tried to remedy it. He still smelled vaguely of espresso, and was still haunted by the interaction of Doris the cleaner. He pursed his lips together into a thin line at the memory of kissing her hand.

Maxwell walked over to his desk and sunk into his chair, holding his head in his hands. Finally some peace.

Until there was a loud knock at the door. Maxwell swung his head back and groaned. "Come in!" he shouted, quickly composing himself for whoever wished to see him. It was his blonde assistant, Raquel.

"Hi sir!" she beamed, waving her free hand and placing a glossy catalogue on the table.

"Raquel." Maxwell nodded politely, sitting up and looking at the catalogue she had positioned before him.

"For the Christmas gala," she explained, flicking open the pages and pointing out different things. She'd carefully highlighted and labelled everything she wanted to show him, making it easier for his conveience. "I was thinking huge black and gold balloons with the company name on. Gold confetti. Banners and streamers hanging from every corner. A buffet, and every table cloth will also have the company's name on, printed in small, glitter ink." Her loud and chatty voice was giving Maxwell a headache.

"Yeah, balloons with Black Gold Cooperative written on really scream ‘Have a Very Merry Capitalist Christmas’." he sighed, slowly looking up at her. She blinked a few times. "Well Raquel?" he quizzed, growing irritable. It wasn't her fault, it's just everything was beginning to build up. She blinked again, dumbfounded by his comment. "Is that what Christmas is about to you?"

"W-what do you mean?" she asked nervously, removing her hand from the catalogue and taking a step back from his desk.

"What about red and green balloons? We'll have a Christmas tree in the ballroom. We could even make it family friendly and hire a Santa Claus for the kids to meet." Maxwell suggested. "And no weird company merchandise."

Raquel blinked, not saying a word. It had never really dawned on Maxwell how much you had changed him. His staff realised practically instantly— from the moment he came into work after the first time you had spent the night, it was like he was a changed man. He held the door open for people, he wished people a good morning. And as your relationship with him developed, you opened up a brand new side to him. He became more affectionate and caring for those around him, a feeling he had shut off from the world for his entire life.

He had never cared for Christmas, never cared as much to host a Christmas gala either. His father died during the festive season and it hadn't been the same without him. His mother didn't do much to celebrate. Maxwell had everything he always wanted; all the new toys and fanciest designer clothes. But it meant nothing to him without his father. Christmas meant nothing to him without love. That's why it all changed when he met you. You finally brought love back into his life, and everything felt whole again. You completed him. You taught him how to enjoy events and celebrate. You taught him happiness but most importantly, you taught a cold and broken man how to love and be loved in return.

The Christmas gala was your idea. One night, around a month ago, you and Maxwell were both lying in bed together. Maxwell had expressed to you that he wanted to do something special for his staff at work. Over the past few years since he had met you, he'd slowly been softening with the people around him. Christmas time was no different and his staff were always jolly to receive a hefty bonus from him. But they didn't expect anything more.

You came up with the idea of a gala, and Maxwell couldn't help but smirk a little when you mentioned it. He knew that your suggestion was deeply rooted into the fact you had always wanted to attend a gala, wear a beautiful dress and have your hair and makeup done. More importantly, you wanted to go to a gala with Maxwell and have him by your side looking as handsome as ever. The prospect excited you so much. With Maxwell, you knew that you wanted for nothing. That he could give you anything and everything. But you would never ask. You wanted him to know that for as long as he was with you, you had everything you needed.

Normally for Maxwell, gala’s were a place for adults only. Bars that served the best alcohol and a place where men who were just as rich as him would meet and schmooze. Before you, gala’s were a fine opportunity for Maxwell to meet a lady and take her home. That's all he enjoyed them for. But you had taught Maxwell that there was more to life than wealth, women and good champagne. He was so sure you'd love the idea of turning the gala into a family friendly party, and he was certain that his employees (the likes of the cleaning staff, for example) would love the ability to bring their families to such a high class event.

"Don't worry Raquel," Maxwell smiled. "Forget about the party planning for now. I know someone who would love to organise the Christmas gala." Today was tough, but everytime he thought about you, he couldn't wipe the grin from his face. He was one lovesick puppy. "Could you bring me a coffee?"

Raquel nodded and picked the catalogue back up, padding out his office without saying another word.

At around twelve o’clock, Maxwell was about to take his lunch break- but the phone on his desk began to ring. "Maxwell Lord." he introduced himself, holding the phone to his ear. It was the CEO of Powergrid Electrics, an electrical company in Rome. Rude and unhinged, the boss man reminded Maxwell of a version of himself that he had left in the past.

Maxwell had almost sealed an amazing deal with the company, but it had seemed that the CEO hadn't received a vital part of the contract. Trying to regulate the anger that was building up inside of him, Maxwell shakily put the phone back on the hook and called his second assistant, Emmerson, into his office.

"It's impossible," Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows together in bewilderment, after explaining the situation. He scrambled amongst the papers that were stacked mountain high on his desk. "I put it in the envelope and had Raquel send it off to Rome last week. I remember… I know I didn't forget. I never forget." he said, trying to sound as composed and confident as possible. There was no mistake in the worried little warble in his voice, though.

Emmerson, Maxwell's second assistant, wasn't sure if he was going to regret his next move. "Sir," his voice was timid and small. Maxwell's eyes snapped up to meet Emmerson's and Emmerson felt his heart rate increase rapidly. Emmerson reached over Maxwell's desk, picking up a folded piece of paper with a sticky note on top that read 'For Raquel: give to Rome'. "Is it possible that this is the missing part of the contract? That maybe, you might have just, forgotten to give it to Raquel?" he said slowly, trying to beat around the bush as much as possible.

Maxwell slowly reached over to the slip of paper, unravelling it like he was scared to see what the contents would reveal. He sighed out loud when he realised he had, in fact, forgotten to give Raquel the document, and there was no one to blame but himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating what to do next. He didn't want to believe he was out of options. He wasn't one to give up, especially when it came to the sanctity of his business.

"I need you to go to Rome." He said immediately and Emmerson's jaw dropped.

"I- I'm sorry?" Emmerson quizzed, confused and still slightly afraid of how impulsive Maxwell was being. "With all due respect, can't you just call Rome and ask for an extension on the deadline?"

Maxwell scoffed. "Call Rome? I can't just call a country," Emmerson was about to interject to explain that wasn't exactly what he meant but Maxwell didn't allow it. There was something about the way Maxwell's brain worked… he didn't get where he was today from taking the advice of his assistants. "You will go to Rome and give Powergrid Electrics the remaining part of the contract yourself. I trust you."

"But sir-" Emmerson raised a shaky hand.

"Oh, I see, you're worried about accomodation," Maxwell assumed, chuckling lightly. "I'll get you a five star hotel and give you a spending allowance of three hundred euros a day, how does that sound? No need to fret. Hurry along now."

"Mr Lord," Emmerson deadpanned finally, causing Maxwell to look up at his assistant in bewilderment. Emmerson was still afraid of his boss, of course, but he knew he had to stand his ground. "I can't go to Italy."

There were a few beats of silence. "What?" Maxwell questioned. "Don't be ridiculous. It's a free trip of a lifetime. You have an easy job to do. You can spend the rest of the day souvenir shopping. I don't care. Just get the contract delivered." He ordered.

"No." Emmerson put his foot down.

"No?" Maxwell repeated, raising his eyebrows like he was due an explanation.

"Mr Lord, I didn't want to say anything because it seems… you've had a lot going on today. But my girlfriend, Katherine, she's due our baby. See, we're having a son. I'm not sure if you knew… I mean, you probably didn't know. But, I promised Katie- uh, Katherine, that I'd meet her at the hospital after my shift. I wish I could help you sir, I really do. But I love my girlfriend and I've been waiting nine months to meet our son so if you please-"

The old Maxwell Lord would've burned red with rage, firing poor Emmerson on the spot, right then and there. How dare he question Maxwell. How dare he deny Maxwell. How dare he choose his love life, his family over his job. But right now, Maxwell couldn't help the small smile creep upon his lips. He was overjoyed, just wishing Emmerson had told him of the amazing news before now.

"Congratulations," Maxwell said, his voice quiet but his eyes gleaming. "On the addition of your family. That's really great."

Emmerson stood as still as ever, blinking a few times. He waited for Maxwell to snap and finally lose it. He was waiting to get the sack. But nothing. "Uh, thank you, sir." Emmerson replied hesitantly, like he wasn't sure what to expect from Maxwell.

The following few moments of silence, Maxwell spent thinking about you. He thought about how radiant you glowed this morning and how he wished he didn't have to leave your side. You were the love of his life and quite frankly, since meeting you, he understood the priority of choosing love over wealth. He finally had someone he could hold onto during the dead of night, someone to ramble to about his feelings, someone he could kiss and love and cherish forever.

Maxwell Lord finally loved something more than his business and that was you. Emmerson coughed awkwardly, breaking the silence and Maxwell flicked his wrist up, checking the time on his gold Rolex. It was almost twelve thirty.

"Why are you still here?" Maxwell grinned, swinging his hand to point a finger towards the door. "Go! You have a son to meet!"

"Sir, I don't finish until five o’ clock." Emmerson replied, stiffening up.

"No no no! Go home, go see your girlfriend, please." Maxwell stood up and shook his assistants hand. "I have no doubt you'll be an amazing father," he said genuinely. "And I'll have Y/N send over some flowers and a donation after the birth."

"You- you're really letting me off work early?" Emmerson beamed and Maxwell nodded his head enthusiastically. "Oh how can I ever thank you?"

"I hear Maxwell is a popular choice of name for baby boys right now," the CEO charmed and Emmerson let out a small but genuine laugh. "Now go! Tell Katherine I send my love."

"I will do, thank you sir." Emmerson grinned, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack and merrily running out of the office.

Maxwell sunk into the plushness of his leather chair, still unable to escape the smile that played on his lips. He imagined the possibility of you, the love of his life, carrying his child. He thought about how beautiful you would look, how you'd glow, and how he'd simply give up everything to take care of you. Make sure you had everything you needed during your pregnancy. He imagined building the nursery with you and picking out some books on parenting, studying with you so he could ensure that he'd be the best father ever. He'd never wanted kids. In fact he hated the idea of having little mini Maxwell’s running around and causing fuss and torment, but the idea of you raising them alongside him made his heart flutter. He was certain of the unconditional love you’d have for them. Similar to the unconditional love he had for you.

His eyes darted back to the unsent report on his desk and he sighed. Guess I have to call Rome after all. He thought.

Maxwell was counting the minutes until he could go home and see you. He wanted nothing more than to curl up on the sofa with you, the fire on, and watch one of those cheesy Christmas movies you liked so much. He heard the doors to his office open, frustration racing through him as he prepared himself for the next bout of 'things going wrong'. He'd normally yell at someone if they entered his office without knocking but he was so tired. So so tired.

When he saw you, he swore his heart stopped. There you were, his blessing in disguise. His angel. You were wearing your red winter coat and knee high brown boots, and you plopped your purse and a bag on one of the many side tables in his office. You took off your gloves and pulled off your wooly bobble hat, stuffing them lazily in your pocket and offered him a happy smile. He scrambled to his feet, not taking his eyes off you for a second and ran up to you, sweeping you off your feet and spinning you around. You squealed, grabbing onto him for your life and he put you down, pulling you into a tight warm hug.

"You're freezing cold." he grimaced, pulling your hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants in hope they'd warm up.

"It's snowing again." you whispered happily, smiling into his neck. He was delighted, having you in his arms and being able to smell the familiarity of your shampoo and perfume. He knew for sure now, he was going to be okay.

"I can see." he replied, moving one of his hands up to your face and padding out the pearly snowdrops that were balanced in your hair. "I am so glad to see you sweetheart." he hummed, sending vibrations through your body. You felt your heart blossom in your chest at his sentiment.

"I told you I was coming this morning," you giggled, eventually pulling away from him and taking your arms out of his pockets. You cupped his face and ran your fingers through his dark blonde hair, fixing it as best as you could. "I brought us lunch." you told him, fishing into the bag and bringing out boxes of pastries and cakes. "From that bakery we like."

Maxwell gasped and you looked up at him confused. "Baby, I completely forgot you were coming."

"I hate to say Max but you do look a little disheveled," you folded your arms across your chest and checked out your boyfriend's appearance. "What's with the sweats and… where is your tie and suspenders?" Your eyes met his feet on the floor and they widened almost comically. "Max! Where are your socks and shoes?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Long story." he took your hand and pulled you over to the couch, pulling you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around him and he placed a hand on your thigh, pushing under your skirt and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

"Tell me everything." you replied and he looked up at you with nothing but adoration in his brown eyes.

"Traffic jam on the way to work because of the snowstorm last night, and the streets were so busy with it being so close to Christmas. We couldn't get parked out front so I had to get out of the car and walk through five inches of snow to get into work. I was already late for my meeting. Soaking wet and uncomfortable," you let him ramble on, watching intently at the way his expression would change as he recalled different events in his day. You began to play with his hair, seeing that he was getting flustered at the memory of it all. "I was late for the meeting, I ended up in a whole different meeting. I didn't know the cleaners in this building even had meetings!"

"The cleaners?" you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "You sat in on a meeting with the cleaners?" Maxwell nodded sollemnley and you nudged him playfully. "I love that."

"Well, I didn't. They're all lovely women. But this one cleaner, Doris…" he fumbled around with his fingers. "I ended up kissing her." you pulled away quickly, knotting your eyebrows together. "No! No not like that," Maxwell said quickly, pulling you back onto his lap and wrapping his arm around you. "She's like 90, said she used to work for my father and every Christmas he'd give her a kiss. She'd start talking about how she's never had a kiss from someone as handsome as my father in years. So I gave her a polite one, on her hand. And baby, I ran. As fast as I could, I had to get outta there."

You smiled. "Max, you probably made her day. That was really sweet of you."

He brushed off your comment, taking a dramatic exhale and continuing his story. "Finally got to the meeting, spilled coffee over myself and one of my associates. But by the time I had finally settled, the meeting was over. So I went back to my office and changed out of my wet, cold, coffee stained clothes and sat down. Raquel came in. She was planning the Christmas gala but it all sounded so… corporate. Not what Christmas is about at all," he explained and you nodded in agreement. "Anyways I suggested that we change the gala this year so it's family friendly. In the spirit of Christmas."

"Oh Max!" you beamed, snuggling into his chest. He smiled to himself proudly, knowing that he had made you happy.

"You good with that?" he chuckled, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yes!" you squeaked, pushing yourself back up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I have so many ideas."

"That's great honey," he laughed. "Because I told Raquel to forget about the gala. I figured you could plan it. You're great at stuff like that, and I know how much it means to you. I want the gala to be perfect for my staff and their families, and I trust you more than anyone else in the world."

"I can't wait," you smiled merrily, already weighing up the different ideas you had in your head. "Was Raquel okay with you taking the party planning duty away from her?"

"I think so," Maxwell replied. "She has a lot on her plate, being my assistant and all. It's a busy time of year and I think she'd appreciate having less to do."

"Well, it really does sound like you've had an eventful morning."

"Oh, I'm not finished," Maxwell grimaced and you braved yourself for the impending chaos. "Rome called and told me that the CEO of Powergrid Electrics only received half of the binding contract. So I was going to send Emmerson to Rome because I needed that contract in the hands of the CEO by midnight tonight. But Emmerson told me he couldn't. His girlfriend is having his baby today. A little boy. So I let him go home early."

"Emmerson's going to be a father?" you gasped and Maxwell nodded. "That's so wonderful! I should send him some flowers."

"I already told Emmerson you would." Maxwell grinned.

"Oh a baby boy too! How lovely. We have to go meet the baby when he's born. Please please please." you whined, fluttering your eyelashes.

"Okay darling." Maxwell pressed a kiss into your cheek.

You stood up and brought the bag over to the couch, taking out the little boxes and handing them to Maxwell. You opened them up and started to eat, as you told him how your morning had gone.

"After you went to work, I cleared up and did the dishes that you had left from breakfast. Max, I was soooo tired from last night," you blushed and his mouth twisted into a proud smile. "So I went back to bed and slept for another hour. Then I got up and took a bubble bath. Oh!" you scrambled around in your purse, taking out a fresh Polaroid and showed him it. It was a photograph of his white long haired cat, Lady, with bubbles balancing on her head. "She kept me company while I was in the bath." you smiled and Maxwell laughed.

"She looks so funny with the bubbles on her head." Maxwell took the Polaroid from your fingers and admired the cat. He was never particularly fond about animals, or having pets, but you loved them. In the first year of your relationship, Maxwell asked what you wanted for your birthday. As always, you told him that you didn't want anything materialistic, that he was all you needed. But you did tell him about an animal charity that you were so passionate about. He remembered leaving you at home and telling you that he was simply 'heading out'. He had planned on visiting the charity and making a donation in your name, as part of your birthday present. But he didn't leave the shelter empty handed.

A white fluffy cat with long whiskers and big blue eyes. Her eyes reminded him of sapphires. She mewled and padded towards him, her tail waving happily as she rubbed her cheek on his leg, circling around him. "Ah, she's a darling," the lady who was showing Maxwell around told him. "Unfortunately, she's been here with us longer than any of the other cats. She's not that good around people. But I must admit, she likes you a lot. In fact, I've never seen her so confident around another person before."

Maxwell dropped to his knees and tickled her head. She began purring erratically, rubbing her face along the edges of the rings on his fingers. "Nobody wants her?" Maxwell asked, not taking his eyes from the happy kitty. He picked her up, ignoring the white cat hair that malted onto his suit. She rubbed her soft face against his cheek and sniffed his cologne.

"No." the lady replied sadly. Maxwell smiled.

"I'll take her."

And that night, Maxwell came home with a new addition to the family. You were overjoyed, but no one was happier than little Lady Lord who had found her fur-ever home.

He placed the Polaroid on one of the side tables, promising you he would find a frame for it. "How was your bath darling?" he cooed, pressing his lips along your jaw.

You giggled, nuzzling your head into his shoulder. "Relaxing, lit some candles, done a little reading. After my bath I got dressed and tidied up the bedroom. I turned on the radio and they were playing Christmas songs. Oh! WHAM have just brought out a new one, it's really good. Hmm, me and Lady played for a little while and she let me brush her hair. Jeeves offered to drive me to the bakery but I really wanted to walk in the snow. Get some fresh air. And now I'm here! With you!"

It was safe to say Maxwell's morning was a lot more chaotic, but he was comforted knowing that you had been relaxed while he was going through all the antics.

"Your morning sounded amazing, darling." he kissed your forehead and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You let his lips brush over your skin, fall down to your nose, and eventually take place on your own lips as he leaned his forehead against yours. You giggled, his hair falling out of place again slightly and tickling you as he kissed you. You pulled him closer, encouraging him to deepen the kiss and laced your fingers in his hair. He pulled away to catch his breath but peppered small yet passionate kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“You’re being so affectionate,” you smiled, eyes sparkling with love.

“What can I say? I like to kiss you.” Maxwell exhorted and leaned in again, pressing another kiss into your lips. This time he swiped his tongue along the plumpness of your bottom lip, begging for entry. You pulled off him and he moaned. “Whaaat?” He pouted playfully and you rolled your eyes, earnestly laughing at how cute your boyfriend was.

“We shouldn’t do this at work,” you giggled.

“Baby we’ve done a lot worse than just kissing on this sofa, if you remember.” Maxwell charmed and you felt your cheeks heat up as you nodded slowly.

"The highlight of my day though, is being here, with you." you promised.

"Yeah," Maxwell hummed. "Me too."

"I'm proud of you." you said out of the blue, putting your sandwich down and wiping your mouth. Maxwell looked at you, confused. "You've had a bad morning. But you acted so selflessly today. Everything from signing autographs in your office to kissing that old maids hand, giving Raquel less work to do and letting Emmerson be with his girlfriend. You… you surprise me everyday Max. And I fall in love with you more and more everyday."

"I remember when we first met… I would've never dreamed of doing any of this." Maxwell admitted sheepishly.

"I know, I remember," you recalled. "I fell in love with the man you were then, but I somehow think I love you even more now."

And with that, Maxwell pulled you into a kiss. The curve of his nose nudged against yours and his hands pulled you into his lap, knocking the boxes of food onto the floor as you straddled him. "I love you so much." he announced.

Maxwell rarely said I love you's. But that was okay because you knew he loved you from his actions. You knew he loved you from the small kisses he'd give you on a morning, and the way he'd pull you into a hug every evening after work. You knew he loved you from the way he'd shelter you from paparazzi and squeeze your hand tight whenever you felt overwhelmed. Actions spoke louder than words. But coming from Maxwell Lord, hearing those three words struck you like a bolt of lightning. They were just words, but they meant everything to you.

He meant everything to you.

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feeling--pink · 4 years

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My Sweet Ride is an amazing episode of Phineas and Ferb and the only thing bad about it I that I wish we could have seen more people in full out 1950s clothes!! So I did that!! (Also including some MML kids because I love them and don’t draw them enough!)

Anyways!! If y’all want to see me rant about 1950s stuff for a very long time because I had a blast doing research for this project you should click the keep reading!! :D

Okay a quick prelude!! Not only am I going to talk about outfits I designed, but while doing research I was blown away about the attention to detail the original designers had for these outfits and characters so I’m going to talk about their outfits too! :D

Here are my sources if you want to look into this btw!! :D

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-teenager-fashions-girls-fashion-trends-and-clothing-styles/

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-teen-boys-clothing/

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-hairstyles/

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-dress-styles/

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-womens-hats-by-style/

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-womens-shoes-style/

Candace

Okay I’m going to start out by saying I just adore this outfit

That has nothing to do with anything I just really love it!!

I’m thinking I might make one of my own for Halloween but that’s off-topic

Okay- 1950s clothing!!

Candace is wearing a blouse (?) with a cardigan over the top, and a pleated swing skirt.

This is a classic 1950s girl’s style

More specifically its also a classic “preppy good kid” look

Which Candace absolutely is!!

Y’all should notice that all the skirts are past knee-length, which was standard of the time.

Candace also has a neck scarf, a common accessory, and a headband.

Ribbon headbands were still a thing in the 50s but the hard plastic headband was also coming into style in the later 1950s.

She’s wearing a pair of saddle shoes which were one of the popular options of the time among boys and girls

Her hair is long with curls at the end, another classic teenager look in the 50s!

While short hair was more popular among adult women, teenage girls often kept theirs long with slight curls on the end!

Bangs were also standard, but usually shorter than how I drew them

Sorry that bit’s inaccurate through all of them, it’s just easier for me to draw long!

Finally, in case you had any doubt about Candace’s outfit being time period, here’s an advertisement from the article I read:

Vanessa

To start off we have a blouse and pencil shirt for Vanessa

Pencil and swing skirts were the two most common skirts of the time

She’s also wearing a belt, which I modified slightly to look like-

The wide contour belt on the bottom right!

She’s also wearing a pillbox hat, one of the popular hats of the time!

Hats were generally not worn by teenagers because they were seen as “mature”

But that fits pretty well with Vanessa’s character

It’s the same story with the pumps, which I also changed lightly to match time period ones a bit more

Now what made me make my original post about the outfits in My Sweet Ride was actually the hair

Specifically, Vanessa’s hair is modeled after the Bettie Page style

This hair wasn’t actually that popular with the masses because it was seen as too simple, not classy, etc.

BUT it was popular among rebel girls in the USA

And like!!!!!! Y’all the designers did SUCH a good job to get down into details like that!!!!!!!!

But yeah her outfit’s great!! Next one!

Stacy

For Stacy, I decided to change things up slightly and give her a dress!

Specifically, it’s a shirtwaist dress, which I modeled after the reference below

Why the shirtwaist dress you may ask? Idk I think they’re neat

I thought it fit the vibe I was going for so I did that one I don’t know what to tell you jkdshsf-

Okay so generally, the belt wouldn’t have been a different color but I wanted to tie the green I used in a little more

Btw sorry I changed her color scheme a bit

I honestly haven’t fully figured out her original color scheme so I modified it a bit so it would look nice for this!

Pastels were very popular in the summer after all

I tried to stick to everyone else’s original color scheme though!

Stacy also has a headband tied up into a bow, which was standard

And to change things up I put her in a ponytail (with the end curled) which was popular with the teens!

Sklsdjhdkj I sound very “how do you do fellow teens“ while writing this that’s unintentional sorry

Shoes are penny loafers, another popular shoe at the time

I liked the little bows on the ends of some of the ones I saw and thought it was very Stacy!

That’s about it for her!

Phineas

This has nothing to do with anything but I love drawing Phineas

He’s just a funky little triangle!! I love him!

I’ll admit here that I didn’t look into men’s hairstyles, so you won’t hear about that from me sorry!

Phineas is wearing a black button-up, standard.

Black and white matched everything so they were the most common undershirt colors

Over that, he has a jacket that looks to be varsity jacket inspired, which was seen as super cool!

Full jeans were coming into popularity in the 50s but only with the younger generations

Finally, he also has saddle shoes like Candace does

So yeah it’s a solid 1950s outfit!!

Ferb

Ferb’s a greaser, need I say more?

No, really he has everything

The white t-shirt and jeans combo is exactly the greaser look, so much so that most teenagers avoided it to not fall into stereotypes

Tighter fit jeans were coming into style in the later 50s, so that’s also accurate

The leather jacket just amplifies the greaser look

The one thing is that for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what shoes he was wearing

So I gave him a pair of sho-loks and called it a day!

More about sho-loks in Milo’s portion!

Isabella

Isabella makes an appearance with the first (and only) poodle skirt of the group!!

Poodle skirts, while definitely what most people think about when you say the 50s, actually weren’t that popular among teenagers

The embroidered designs were seen as childish, so children and preteens wore them the most

But here’s a fun tidbit you may not have caught from the show, Isabella is, in fact, a child

(I don’t know why I built that up so much sorry ldksjfhkds)

Anyways I decided if I was going to give anyone a classic poodle skirt it might as well be Isabella!

I modeled it after this poodle skirt:

She’s also wearing a blouse with a peter pan collar, the most popular collar of the time

Another headband tied into a bow because it’s Isabella I had to give her a bow

Standard belt (nothing really to say about that)

And another pair of penny loafers with little bows because they’re cute gosh darn it!

Milo

Okay, I’ve been writing for a while but honestly a lot of the rest of these I just drew directly from reference so…

I did say I would talk about shu-loks here though and I will!!!

Now we know Milo is shoelace-adverse

And while there are plenty of slip-on options I found the shu-lok to be fascinating!!

As you can see above, the tongue snaps down to keep the shoe on your foot!! Isn’t that cool? :D

So yeah I gave Milo those!!

Zack

We know Zack plays football so I gave him your standard sporty outfit

Sorry I just find girls outfits infinitely more interesting so I kinda focused on those skjhgfdss

Oh! I do have something to say here!!

Converse were your typical sports shoe for the 50s so he has those!! Almost forgot that tidbit!!

Yeah, thick soles with wrinkles and stuff were seen as cool among teens so they got popular!

Melissa

Finally, we have some patterned pants!!

Yeah- checkers, plaid, stripes, polka dots, etc. were all very popular!!

I just didn’t want to draw them a lot ‘cause it’s hard sksfjdhgs-

But I gave Melissa checkers because it would get the black and white of her color scheme and I liked the way the checkered pants looked!!

Girls did wear pants at the time by the way!!

During summer and weekends mostly since they weren’t allowed to wear them to school

Short-sleeved turtle necks were also a thing and I thought that combo would look neat!!

Also, converse because it went with the outfit and that’s kinda what she’s wearing in the show!

Hair in a ponytail and side part bangs, both popular!

Yeah okay, that’s about it for Melissa!

Amanda

By this point, y’all are hopefully getting the gist of 50s fashion so we’re going fast now

Blouse, swing skirt, penny loafers (different style but still penny loafers), headband

(here’s what I modeled the whole thing after:)

I do want to mention the pullover sweater because I thought I should include one and I really like the flower embroidery on them

Then finally we come to her hair!! I already mentioned the headband but I was specifically modeling her hair in the pageboy style which looks like this:

Obviously, it looks a little stylized but what can you do?

And that’s it!! I had so much fun doing research and designing this and I think they all turned out pretty good!! I’m going to do more go this in the futures so if there's someone in particular you’d like to see let me know!! I’m planning on doing Cavendish, Dakota, and Sara at least in the next batch!!

#I had too much fun with this hope yall can tell #phineas and ferb #milo murphy's law #candace flynn #vanessa doofenshmirtz #stacy hirano #phineas flynn #ferb fletcher #isabella garcia shapiro #milo murphy #zack underwood #melissa chase #my art stuff #my sweet ride

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star-spangledstud · 5 years

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Better Than Me (2/2)

Part one is here!

Summary: You really are better than them.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x (female!)Reader.

Word Count: 3000-ish.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

It was ridiculous. So ridiculous that it bordered near downright insane. Absolutely fucking ridiculous. Impractical, stupid and completely, utterly ridiculous. Beautiful, sparkly and downright amazing, but ridiculous. You fucking loved it.

The baby pink, bejeweled handgun sat inside a pink velvet box on your lap. The bow, which was also pink, of course, was lying at your feet, which were clad in bedazzled silver Louboutins. Gems of all colors on the rainbow covered it on all sides, from the barrel to the handgrip and along the safety pin.

You gazed up at Tony, who wore an amused expression on his face, before glancing over at Pepper. She had her hand over her mouth in embarrassment, clearly horrified by Tony’s gift choice. The card read that it was from both of them. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

“Happy birthday, kid.” He said with a smirk that nearly extended from ear to ear.

“I don’t even want to know how much you spent on that,” Pepper muttered, shaking her head while you took the thing out of the pink and white polka-dotted tissue paper.

The others sighed audibly when you smiled, annoyed that Tony’s gift overshadowed theirs yet again. To be fair, they’d all expected it, but all of them secretly hoped any one of their gifts would be your favorite.

“I love it,” you said, twirling the weapon around in your hand, “and I agree with Pepper, I can’t even imagine how much you spent on this thing...”

“You’ll make it work,” he mused, “Two million dollars, by the way, and you could just thank me.”

Your breath caught in your throat and for a moment, you were sure Pepper was going to faint. Natasha shook her head, watching the scene unfold in horror. It was the ugliest thing she had ever seen. Wanda, who seemed to share none of her feelings, had created a monster out of you.

“Thanks, Tony,” you blew him a kiss, unable to get up from your seat at the dinner table that was covered in white roses in silver vases and wine that came from expensive bottles.

“It’s very pretty,” the witch said, “Can I hold it?”

“Please,” you shoved it into her hands, “by all means.”

“You’re insane, Tony,” you said as you took the gift Bruce had gotten for you from his outstretched hands with a smile, “Absolutely fucking nuts, but I love you for it.”

Your eyes went around the room, finding Steve at the end of the table of which you sat at the head. You were the birthday girl, after all, the pink satin sash draped around you said so in large, cursive letters and so it was your turn to have the most important seat of the house. It was a ridiculous ordeal, he thought so anyway, but you were smiling and chatting and enjoying the company of your friends and it was good to see. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened and knew very well he was to blame.

He was the one who pushed you away, even though it was for your own good.

You took Thor’s gift just as the waiter began to serve your first course, and since he was seated closest to you, you thanked him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Steve’s gift came last. You didn’t expect anything from him given the circumstances.

Four hours, six courses and many glasses of wine and Asgardian mead later, you found yourself back in your room. Gifts given to you by your fellow team members were sprawled out on your bed, ranging from a pair of silk pajamas with glittery Ugg slippers to match from Wanda to Starbucks and Sephora gift cards from Sam and everything in between. Chocolate covered strawberries in a glittery box, two romance novels, a bottle of beautifully aged red wine from Asgard and a peach-toned Dior lipstick, all tokens of appreciation given to you by the people you cared about the most.

Despite the hardships that you faced the previous year and the social distancing that occurred during that time, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be with the team again. You’d changed a lot in a year, grown to be a different person than the one you were before. It wasn’t necessarily a good or a bad thing in your mind, it just happened naturally.

You sat down beside the velvet box, eyes automatically flying towards the item on your far left. A drawing of you, sitting on a terrace, staring out into the sunny skyline with a cup of coffee in your hand. It was an old drawing by the looks of it because your hair was much shorter and a different shade and your clothing was far plainer than it was now; black jeans and a white t-shirt. A signature that read SR sat in the bottom right corner in messy, doctor-like handwriting. It made your toes curl.

Of course, he was the one with the overly personal gift. You didn’t know whether it was because he simply had no fucking clue what 21st-century women liked to receive for their birthdays or whether he’d purposely done it to make you remember the day it was drawn, but the latter happened and now, you were sitting on your bed with prickling eyes and goosebumps that lined your skin.

You remembered that day very vividly. You’d only been an Avenger for three months and were struggling to adjust to the fact that you had to suddenly follow orders. Before joining the team, you’d worked alone, hired by people with deep pockets and dark intentions. You made your own rules.

The first time Steve had taken you out for coffee he kind to offer you advice. At first, you thought it felt a little like he was trying to be the human resource manager with the way he talked to you, you continued to meet up every Saturday afternoon and as the weeks passed, something in the dynamic changed. He loosened up, got rid of his Captain America persona and instead became Steve. You didn’t know what caused the change, but it was good, allowed you to actually get to know the man behind the suit and vice versa.

That particular day was a good one, It was a sunny day in spring, not too hot and not too cold, with a soft breeze that carried the scent of fresh flowers across the terrace. You’d ordered a latte, Steve liked it black. You weren’t talking, but instead, a comfortable silence hung between you. You’d brought a book just like you always did and read it while occasionally eyeing the people that passed you by. Steve, whose cheeks had become fiery red out of the blue, pulled out a leather-bound sketchbook and began to draw.

You never asked him what he was drawing, even when he stored away his pencils and shoved the book back inside his tote did you not bother to pry. Not even when you became so close you’d sometimes fall asleep together on the couch, did you not ask.

You knew now, but they didn’t say ignorance is bliss without reason.

You began to mindlessly pick at three layers of lavender toned sparkling nail polish, pulling at it as it came off your fingers with far too much ease. You’d paid the lady $60 for your manicure three days prior and now, you were ripping it off. With a deep sigh, you pushed yourself up, gripping the back of your heels so you could slip them off with ease. You’d probably never wear them again.

You slowly began to clean up the mess, discarded packaging, boxes, and gift bags and placing them in the corner of your room near the door. You put everything away except for the drawing, which you couldn’t decide what to do with. Why was it such a big deal to you, anyway? You hardly spoke to Steve anymore and if you did, it was during pre- and post-mission briefings. Maybe that’s why it made you feel so strange. it didn’t feel right, such a personal, intimate gift after how far the two of you had drifted apart.

He hadn’t asked you about Netflix in four months and you hadn’t offered your expertise on which shows and movies were the best. You didn’t bring him coffee anymore but instead, he made his own, never leaving enough in the pot for you to make a cup as well. The message he sent you was loud and clear and in return, you were an open book.

He’d grumble when a stranger was seated at the breakfast table on Sundays courtesy of your hospitality, avert his eyes when they tried to kiss you openly (which you refused). The pang in his chest would hit him when he saw Ubers out front whose engines were running to carry you to your dates in high-end restaurants and fancy bars. He wasn’t jealous, he kept telling himself. He was just worried about your safety when you disappeared into the night with strange men. Men that weren’t him, ironically.

He should’ve seen you when you were right in front of him. When you were there, literally waiting for him to make a move on you, begging him with your mannerisms and your looks, your glances, and smiles even when his jokes weren’t funny. He knew damn well you would make an amazing couple, that you could take on the entire fucking world as a duo, but he was too scared to put it on the line, too scared of what might happen once the bad guys caught a whiff of your relationship. They’d already tried to destroy Bucky and Jesus Christ, they nearly succeeded. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing you to an organization like HYDRA, or worse. He never told you this. You had no idea. You were convinced he didn’t want you because of your flaws. Because of who you were.

You got over it, shut out the thought of ever holding hands with Steve in public, the thoughts of ever feeling his lips softly pressing against your plump cheeks and his body weighing down on top of you while his voice vibrated against your ear and neck. You managed to forget about him, managed to exchange the memories and fantasies of him for diamond necklaces, silk blazers, and expensive shoes. You traded him in for strangers with big bank accounts driving nice cars wearing expensive suits. They managed to fill the void he created by pushing you away.

So yeah, the gift bothered you. It was too nice, too sweet, so sweet you had to struggle to stay stoic when thanking him earlier. You literally had to stop yourself from smiling too big, from allowing tears of gratitude and happiness to completely ruin your make-up. if things had been different, you would have done those things. They weren’t. He didn’t want you and now he was being nice. It didn’t make sense.

Just as you were about to change into a different outfit for the evening, your phone vibrated. You picked it up off your nightstand and opened it. It was a text message, but not from the guy who would be knocking on the front door in the coming hour.

I didn’t get a chance to personally wish you a happy birthday. Can we talk? -S

You gripped the device so hard you nearly crushed the screen. Six months ago, a message like this would’ve had you crying on your bathroom floor for four hours. Now, it just made you angry. So angry, that you picked your studded Louboutin off the floor and chucked it at the wall. The heel broke off against the concrete, but you didn’t notice. You weren’t going to wear them again anyway.

Your fingers typed furiously, breathing coming out in shallow huffs. Images of the girls he’d brought back to Tony’s party’s flashed before your eyes while your fingers went faster than your brain could keep up with.

Roof. Omw.

Whether he understood the abbreviation ‘omw’ or not, you didn’t take the time to guess. You left your room without changing into the other dress or putting on new shoes. The elevator went up agonizingly slowly, but it was too late to go back and take the stairs. The buttons were pushed and the door closed.

He was standing by the edge, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed over his chest. In contrast to you, he had changed his attire, leaving the light blue button-down he was wearing earlier for a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants. He looked down at your feet, noticed how your polished toes were bare and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again when he caught the expression on your face. You weren’t surprised to find him there first. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d come up there running. Apparently, though, he did know what ‘omw’ meant.

“What the hell is this?” You asked, waving your phone in front of his face, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, voice wavering.

“What do I mean? What...,” you snorted, “What do you mean?! The gift, the talking? We shouldn’t be here.”

“But why?” He knew why but chose to ignore the sensical part of his brain that told him he shouldn’t be doing this.

You lifted your arms, a deep breath leaving you while you considered what to say. You wanted to come up with an excuse, tell him you were busy or that you’d lost sight of not just him, but the entire team, but fuck it, lying wouldn’t get you anywhere. It had never gotten you anywhere before.

“Because I have to get over you.”

He was silent, taking in your words. They stung, even though he already knew the truth they carried.

“I couldn’t have you constantly hanging around me anymore. I couldn’t stand seeing those girls hanging off your arm at those stupid parties and I sure as hell didn’t want to hear how fun they were and how great and wonderful and how amazing, and-”

He stepped forward, gripping your arms. The sudden contact made blood rush to your head, making you nauseous and dizzy simultaneously.

“I spent so much time wondering why they were better than me,” you mumbled, “I still haven’t figured it out.”

“They aren’t better than you,” he replied softly, “they don’t even compare to you.”

You looked up, eyes large and glossy and so goddamn pretty with that champagne eyeshadow and winged liner and Steve thought he was going to lose his mind then and there.

“I had to let you go because I’m afraid,” he admitted, “terrified of what might happen if anyone tries to get to you because of me.”

“Steve,” you tried, but couldn’t find words.

All this time, you thought he didn’t like you. That he wasn’t interested in you, didn’t want anything from you but a friendship at most. You’d taught yourself to ignore your constant desire for him because it would never be reciprocated.

“When you distanced yourself from me, I knew I’d messed up, but it was too late. I’d dug a hole for myself and there was nothing I could do to get back out,” he snorted, “I needed those girls as a distraction, but none of them are as good as you.”

He smiled sadly, taking your hands in his larger, calloused palms and began to rub circles on your knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I’ve been stupid and an ass and I don’t deserve to even be in the same room as you. I fucked up, Y/N.”

The skin on the back of his neck was soft when you clasped your fingers around it, muscles tensing up when you began to pull him down to meet you. Without heels on, you’d lost a significant amount of height on him, causing him to tower over you. On a hot day, he could be your personal parasol, shielding you from the sun with his entire body.

“Idiot,” you mumbled before his mouth found yours.

He kissed you, hands gripping your waist out of fear that if he were to let go, he’d wake up in his bed alone. But it wasn’t a dream, he knew it because the soft feeling of your glossy lips against his own was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

“Idiot,” you said again when you took a moment to breathe.

“I am,” he kissed you again, the sweet taste of Chardonnay and that night’s dessert - creme brulee and vanilla ice cream - still lingering on your tongue, sending his senses in complete overdrive.

“I don’t want to stay away from you anymore,” he said finally, “I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

You smiled, heart ready to explode from the sudden burst of happiness you experienced for the first time in a long time. Maybe Wanda was right all along.

“Steve, I can defend myself. You know that, right?” You mused.

“I’ll kill them if they try.”

He captured your lips with his again. The scent of his cologne, oud, and pine, nearly caused your knees to buckle from under you. You didn’t even realize the goosebumps that lined your skin, or the fact that the date you were supposed to meet up with had already bailed on you. It didn’t matter, because you finally had Steve where you wanted him. It only took for the two of you to drift apart almost completely for you to realize that you could never truly get away from one another.

You placed your head on top of his chest, allowing his body heat to warm you up in a hug that engulfed you. It was nice, the feeling of his chest rising and falling slowly while you watched the city’s skyline in the dark. The want for it had been suppressed for so long you almost forgot what it felt like.

“Steve?” You asked, peeking up at him through false eyelashes and three layers of waterproof mascara.

“Hmm?”

“Your gift was my favorite.”

Yeah, all of those bitches definitely weren’t better than you.

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ficbitxc · 4 years

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Trapped With You

Chapter 4 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 5 I masterlist

This is a criminal Minds series I’m making about falling in love with Spencer Reid.

summary: They go back to Mae’s apartment and stuff happens ;)

word count: 1866

warnings: smut, oral (Male on female), maybe a little bit of fluff

Authors Note: Also this is my first time ever writing smut I’m really sorry if it sucks. Also I changed the name a little bit, it just makes more sense this way.

As I turned into the driveway of my apartment complex, I looked through my rear view mirrors, checking to see if Spencer had pulled in yet. I lost him a few blocks back. I don’t know how I didn’t notice it last time I was in a car with him, but he drives like an old man. I guess I was too distracted by him next to me to notice last time. With him a few minutes behind me, I ran to my floor. My house wasn’t a mess, but there were for sure a few things I didn’t want him to see on a first date. As I trekked through my apartment, grabbing dirty underwear and socks that were spread across my floor, the doorbell went off. I cursed under my breath before throwing everything into my hamper and running to the door, opening it. “Come in,” I said, throwing my arm to the side to show him my apartment was open to him. He took one step in and looked back at me. “Is there anything you want me to do with my shoes?” He said meekly. I giggled at him. “You can take them off here if you want, i'm not strict about them.” With that he nodded and crouched to untie his shoes before pulling them off, revealing one pink sock and one that was black with white polka dots. “Nice socks,” I joked. “I can never find matches after I put them through the wash, so mitch match socks sort of became my thing,” He explained. “So your genius is enough to actually be a genius, but not to organize your socks?” I chuckled. “No one can make me wear matching socks, ever.” “Okay! Sorry Mr. sock man. Anyways, do you want wine or ice cream or something. We can watch a movie, if you want.” “I actually don’t like wine or alcohol, but what flavors of ice cream do you have?” “What? How come you don’t like alcohol. And I’m pretty sure Neapolitan.” His face faltered for a second, like he was thinking before he answered. “I’ve just had… bad experiences. But, I will eat your ice cream if you just pick out just the strawberry parts for me.” “What is it, sock man, now strawberry man? We’re gonna have to start a notes app for all your nicknames,” I giggled. Spencer's face stayed completely straight, though. “A notes app?” he questioned. “What are you 80?” I joked as I walked into my kitchen to grab two bowls. His eyes wandered around my apartment taking in every piece of furniture and knick knack I had. I wondered if he was secretly profiling me, but I didn’t ask. “ I just like to stick to the old fashioned way of thinking, you know. And I’m actually only 30. I don’t think I ever got your age, Mae.” “18,” I said. His eyes widened so far I could almost see my reflection. “I should get going, now actually, thanks for the nice night,” He said as he put his hands in his pockets and started walking towards the door. I grabbed his forearm and laughed. “I'm only kidding, Spencer. You think I could start a whole business at 18? I’m 26.” He let out a breath that I hadn’t noticed he’d been holding. “That was not funny Mae!” “It was a little funny,” I said, pulling him closer to me. We were only a foot away from each other, every inch of it filled with electricity. He looked at me and started to ramble something about how the frontal lobe isn’t developed until you're 25. I couldn’t care less, though. The only thing on my mind was his lips on mine. I decided to stop thinking about it and just go for it. In the middle of his words, I pressed my lips to his quickly, then pulled away to see his reaction. His mouth stood wide open and he had a confused look on his face. I was about to apologize until he unexpectedly pulled me back in. The electricity from before, now pumping in my veins. I pulled back a second to take a breath. “So is that a no on the ice cream, then?” He asked. “I was thinking about a different type of desert,” I replied, “One typically found in my bedroom.” His eyes darkened with lust. “I think that’s a great idea,” He answered, taking my hand and looking around my apartment to see if he could figure out where my bedroom was. He started walking towards it’s open door. Once we got inside of my room, I pushed him against the wall, pulling him into another kiss. My tongue swiped across his bottom lip as we began to battle for dominance. I pushed my hand onto his growing bulge unexpectedly, causing him to gasp a little. I pushed my tongue into his mouth in his distracted state. He pulled away slightly. “I want more,” He begged, “I want you.” With that I undid his belt, throwing it across the room and pulling down his zipper, while we still kissed. As I did that, his hands wandered down to my skirt where he unbuttoned it, making it fall to the ground in a pool around my feet. I quickly took off my sweater, throwing it in the same direction as his belt. As I unbuttoned his shirt, he started sucking on my neck, finding the sweet spot behind my ear. “You smell so good baby,” He whispered into my ear. My eyes rolled back slightly as I fumbled with the last button. With swiftness I turned and pushed him into my bed. “I’m going to pay you back for these marks you gave me.” He smiled, ready for what was about to happen. I kissed down his body, starting at his neck, sometimes stopping to suck on him. As I got to his thighs, I made sure to suck on the inner parts. It drove Spencer wild. As I did that , I massaged his bulge through his boxers. His cock twitched at every touch. “Stop teasing me” He growled. That was all I needed to hear. I swiftly pulled his boxers down and threw them behind me, stopping to stare at him. He was possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Others might say he was too skinny, etc. but to me he was perfect, carved out by the gods, just to send him to me. My staring made him impatient and he tackled me back onto the bed, pulling my hands above my head. With one hand he kept my hands above me, and with the other and started massaging me through my underwear. I moaned, my eyes wanting to roll back, but I looked him in the eyes. Spencer let go of my hand above my head and used both to roll my underwear down my legs, then to unclasp my bra and throw it behind him. Copying my antics from before, he looked me up and down, licking his lips. My face burned a little and I started to move my arms to cover myself up. Before I could, though, Spencer stopped me, pushing my arms back above my head. “You’re beautiful. You never have to cover yourself up with me,” He reassured me. Soon he found his way between my thighs. His tongue swept through my folds and I moaned his name, throwing my head back in pleasure. As he sucked and licked at my clit, I felt the need to grab onto something. My fingers found his hair and I pulled it. I gasped as he pushed two fingers into me, curling them at the tips. He found my sweet spot almost immediately, focusing his pressure on it while still sucking on my clit. A familiar bubble formed in my stomach as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. “I’m gon- I’m gonna come,” I moaned, my fingers still entangled in his hair. “Come for me,” Spencer whispered. I could feel his breath as he spoke. Those words were all I needed to hear. My orgasm came rolling through me like a wave, Spencer still using his mouth on me as I called his name, cleaning up my arousal. Once my orgasm finished I layed there as Spencer came up to my face, kissing me. Usually the taste of myself would make me cringe, but with Spencer it just turned me on even more. Anything with him was 100x better. “I want you inside of me, doctor. Fuck me,” I whispered into his ear. His eyes darkened at the pet name I gave him.I could tell it drove him crazy. “Whatever you want, baby.” He said kissing me again, before spreading my legs. With his fingers he took some of my arousal, rubbing himself, before lining up with my entrance. He teased me by rubbing against my folds. “Doctor, Stop teas-” He pushed himself into me and we both moaned together. “You’re so tight, baby, I’m not gonna last long,” He said pounding into me. Truthfully I wasn’t close at all, but I already got a release today. And it wasn’t like he still didn’t feel amazing, hitting me in all the right spots. “Come for me, doctor. I want you to lose control, fucking me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I moaned. He faltered for a second before pounding into me, his strides getting messy as he came closer to his climax. With pleasure coursing through my veins, I couldn’t do anything but hold on. My hands scrunched the bed sheets. All you could hear in my room is skin on skin and our moans. “I’m gonna come, baby,” He moaned, pulling out of me and jerking himself off, before coming all over my stomach, his warm seed getting all over me. I felt empty without him inside of me. He collapsed next to me on my bed, both of us just laying there for a while, not knowing what to say. I was fine with it, though. Even awkward silence with Spencer was better than the silence living alone gave me. And what happened before the silence made up for it all. “How about a shower?” He finally said, breaking the silence. “Add round two and you got it,” I joked. "I'm always up for round two," He giggled picking me up and bring me to my bathtub, leaving my body cold as he let go of me. The rest of the night, I savored every piece of time we had together, even laying in bed feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The soft sounds of him breathing felt like a lullaby swaying me to sleep. I kept thinking of what would happen tomorrow, dreading Spencer leaving. I kept having to remind myself that this wasn't a one night stand. I had forever to make him fall in love with me and the knowledge of that was enough to help me fall asleep on his chest, dreaming of a love I hoped I would get.

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seostudios · 4 years

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first meet - p.sh

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

synopsis: a little couch potato finally agree’s on going on an outing with your two friends; who knew you’d find someone you now hold dear there

a/n: posting all my old ateez fics ahha but i hope yoyu enjoy :(( ples send reqs too

"y/n! wake the fuck up!!" your friend sumin screams to you from the edge of the bed attempting to wake you up. "noooooo" you whine pulling the covers over your head. it's almost 4 in the afternoon and you had nothing better to do than sleep-in. you were off from work due to a plumbing problem which was coincidentally beside your little work cubical. you had one week to yourself and you weren't trying to get up and go outing with sumin. "please! jongho even agreed to come with me why aren't you!!" she was trying to convince me to attend this lame party with her work friends. i shoot my head up and laugh; "your lying. jongho isn't a party guy." you say getting up and making your way to the restroom. "but he did agree after me begging him and hopefully you will too!" jongho is sumin's co-worker who happened to be her boyfriend. while you brushed your teeth you thought to yourself if THE choi jongho- the one person i'd least expect to go to a party is going. might as well. "okay. i don't know what i'm gonna wear though." you say continuing to wash your face. "NO PROBLEM!!" sumin says before running to your closet picking out clothes for you to wear. she took out a black polka dot puff sleeve ribbed mini dress from your closet. "see! a nice easy ribbed dress you can take from brunch to cocktails it has this amazing crew neckline with a sheer polka dot puff short sleeves and it'll show off your amazing body." peeking your head out the door you see the dress. "i haven't worn that in ages. plus i don't even look good in black" you exclaim going back to the restroom. sumin sighs going back to digging in your closet to find the perfect dress. a red scuba back cut-out high-low dress. "y/n. i know you will say no but i really give zero shits about what you say. you are going to wear this dress. it's a short sleeveless v-neck mini dress with this clinched back detail and a back cut-out detail. all eyes will be on you if you wear this." she says excitingly going throwing the dress on your bed to change into. finding a matching pair of shoes she places them at the door. "these are the perfect party shoes it has this front tie block and gives you the correct amount of inches and it's in the most sexiest colour; black." you peek your head out again laughing at what she's doing. walking out all freshened up you pick out a necklace and earring to wear. you pick out this necklace and earrings you got a few years back. the earrings were simple yet elegant, they were these faux diamond branch earrings and a this star pendant silver necklace which just complimented your outfit for the night. a few hours has pasted it's now 8:30 pm, you and sumin were about to leave. "jongho will meet us there" she says happily.

you two arrive at the party and not even a minute inside the hall and sumin runs over to jongho who signaled her over to him. ugh couples. you thought to yourself, you have only been in one relationship in your life and it was some lame high school romance that lasted freshman year. nervous as this was your first party in...awhile. sitting yourself at the bar stool your sip on a lemonade waiting for sumin to return to you. this party was full of those big businessmen that looked too rich and posh to breath the same air as you, a basic girl all i know is how to work a cash register. "can i get two strawberry daiquiri's." a deep voice says hovering over your shoulder talking to the bartender. "on it." the bartender says as the unknown figure sits down. with a straw in your mouth you turn your head over to the tall figure taking a look at him. he was wearing a dark red velvet suit with a side part in his dark hair. his beauty was indescribable to you. he was just very very attractive. noticing your gaze he turns his head over to your tiny figure staring at him. as red flew to your cheeks you shoot your forward sipping nervously on your lemonade just to realize. it's finished. "can i get a refill please!" you speak eagerly to the bartender. "one moment." he tells you. "here you go sir." the bartender says. "thank you." he says and before he turns around he makes sure you know he saw you eyeballing him. "it's rude to stare." he says nudging you playfully before walking off.

oh my god. you watch him walk off and scan the hall for sumin and jongho just to see them in the corner, jolting out of your seat your speed walk over to them. "i just seen the hottest man i've ever laid eyes on." your quickly spit out. you watch jongho laugh at you since he has never seen you say anything remotely close to that especially about a man you just met at a work party. "oh my god who! spill! i probably know them too!" she squeals excitingly. as you scan the room to search for that man to show jongho and sumin who he is you spot him talking to a few other probably business associates. "him." you say signalling over to the man. after a few moments of silence you look over to the two waiting for a response just to see a weirded out look on both their face. "what? what!" they say. "that's seonghwa." jongho says. "he's not someone you want to be associated with" he says sighing. "i agree. but if your going to hook up with him i support" she says happily cheering. after a few laughs you ask why he wasn't to be messed with jongho tells you; "he doesn't have a good past with women." he says confused. "he just doesn't keep them around for long. the longest i've seen him with a girl was probably a month" he exclaims. a little more cautious now you cross your arms and think but what you didn't notice was that same seonghwa was walking to the three of you. "how is everyone's night?" he says calmly standing next to you. out of panic your jump in-front in between jongho and sumin. "good, how was yours?" jongho says sipping on his drink. "mine was alright, could be better." he says turning his head towards you. "and you?" he says using his drink to point at you. "me?" you say back dumbfounded. "i don't think i've seen you at the office before." he tells the three of you. "that's because she doesn't even work here she's just my plus one because she needs to go out once in awhile." sumin says jumping in. nodding you smile. "ah okay." after a few exhausting minutes of small talk with seonghwa he makes his leave. "hope to see you around y/n." he says turning around walking off. completely in awe of him your turn over to the two love birds. "he doesn't look bad!" you tell jongho. "whatever helps you sleep at night." he says sighing. "i'm going to go now it's almost 12. i promised my cousin i'd help him design some clothes with him tomorrow morning." you tell her. surprisingly she was very understanding of that and let you leave. walking out towards the bus stop. "two things. aren't you cold." a voice from behind says giving you their jacket. "and girls like you shouldn't be out alone at this time." the voice was rather familiar so you turn around and surprise it's the one and only seonghwa. "girls like me?" you say confused. "yes. girls like you. the pretty ones." he says slyly making your cheeks grow a blush pink. you gotta hand it to him, he has a way with words.

"don't be like that." you say sitting at the bench laughing slightly. "be like what." he says cheekily. "all flirty and hot-" you cover your mouth. stupid stupid you shouldn't have idiot!! "hot. that's the first." he says crossing his legs leaning back laying his long arm around your shoulder. "don't you have a part to attend." you say trying to change the topic. he brings you closer by hugging your shoulder. "next saturday at 7:30." he says as the bus arrives. "pardon??" very confused you take off the jacket getting onto the bus. "next saturday at 7:30. i'll pick you up. wear a skirt. you'll look cute." he says as the doors close. flustered you sit down on the bus seat just wondering what he could have planned. "well played park seonghwa. well played." you say to yourself staring out the window wondering what'll happen next.

"next saturday at 7:30." seonghwa says as the bus arrives. "pardon??" very confused you take off the jacket getting onto the bus. "next saturday at 7:30. i'll pick you up. wear a skirt. you'll look cute." he says as the doors close. flustered you sit down on the bus seat just wondering what he could have planned. "well played park seonghwa. well played." you say to yourself staring out the window wondering what'll happen next. you arrive at your bus-stop hoping out. "it's almost one in the morning sheesh why would you go out this late?!" you ask yourself. unlocking the front door you waddle in and jump into bed not even wanting to change out of your dress and jewelry. falling fast asleep. hoping. just hoping. your sleep could last until tomorrow afternoon. "it's almost 1 in the afternoon why is she still asleep?". your asleep, yes. but you were barely awoken by a voice. "i don't know, she's always like this." another squeaky voice says. still looking asleep you managed to identify the two as none other than the lousy couple. jongho and sumin. turning around to lay on your back you look up at the two staring down at you until sumin pulls you up and forces you into the restroom. "change and get freshened up my darling." she hums to you from the other side of the restroom door. oh god what could she have planned for today. it was still relatively early for your species or nocturnal animals to be awake so your kind of slugging your way through your morning routine. sumin left an outfit hanging at your door handle; it was a pair or navy blue skinny jeans and a crinkled smock-detail top. it was just divine with it's tie-top shoulder straps and concealed elastic at top with the overlocked edge and ruffle trim. it was perfect for the summer weather. it was wide, and smocked your lower section. it was the perfect top for the casual brunch outing you were going for. brushing your hair out and putting in your go-to jewelry. you walk out the restroom door to the foyer where you see the two. "ready to go?" sumin asks and you nod and make your way out. "so were getting food right?" your ask the two rubbing your stomach in a circular motion implying you were starving. "yea we need to be fed." jongho says agreeing with you as you both look at sumin who found you two hysterical.

currently your at brunch with jongho and sumin. filling them in on what happened at the bus-stop. "oh my god saturday is only two days away!!" she squeals at you. you cover your face in embarrassment as this was actually the one of the few times a man as good looking as park seonghwa reached out to you and take you out. "what are you going to wear??" now this is where you panic. he told you to wear a skirt. which you don't own. "he wanted me to wear a skirt? i don't have anything remotely close to a skirt." you tell her. she see's either your phone ro jongho's sitting on the table and grabs it as she looks up clothing stores nearby. "don't you have your own phone." jongho asks grinning. she responds on how she forgot more intrigued in looking online for shops. "store/name is just a few minutes down this path" she tells your grabbing both your hands and dragging you towards the shop. sumin always gets riled up when you need to go shopping. it's one of her many talents. she makes jongho go exploring on his own in the plaza. after stuffing you into the changing room she throws you a bunch of skirts and tops. you and seonghwa were going out for dinner as you assumed so you and sumin picked out a wine red corduroy mini skirt. it was perfect and you paired it with an over the knee boots. it was a lightweight corduroy construction, the exposed seam detailing and high waisted a-line silhouette made you look just perfect. the zipper at the back just went so well with it. you decided to pair the two with a long sleeve white low turtle neck which just hugged your skin perfectly. after swiping the card you two made it to jongho who was on the outside bench sipping on a orange juice. sumin running ahead of you which looked cute, they were you. you thought sighing. "gimme!" she says going to snatch his drink. you stare at them being you for a moment playing with your feet. you feel a weight on your shoulder. "why aren't you two cute?" the voice says to the two as they stop and greet the man infront who had his hand on your shoulder soothingly massaging it. "we meet again, hello y/n" the voice said. turning your head to the side you notice it's seonghwa. "hi hi" you said as you feel your cheeks heating up. "are you free right now?" he asks. you turn your head to sumin as she nods frantically yes. "y-yes." you stutter out. "great. guess i don't have to wait til saturday." he says smiling grabbing the bags out of your hand slowly handing them to jongho and taking you by the hand out of the plaza. you wave goodbye to the two as your follow behind seonghwa. walking side by side he interlocks your hands as if it was nothing. you lean closer to him while you two walk down the lit city sidewalks.

it felt like you two were a couple. it wasn't awkward at all that night. the night didn't go as you thought..you thought you'd have a fancy little dinner from seeing how proper he was but in reality he was an ordinary guy. you two stopped at a food truck and got two shawarma wraps and pop cans stopping by a few stores and taking pictures. it was so peaceful and perfect. but you still didn't know if this was all an act or if he was genuinely interested in you. you two arrive at your doorstep as he agreed to walk you home. his hands snake around your waist pulling you towards his chest as you look up at him. your hands were placed on his chest they slid their way up to the base of his neck. pulling him down slowly. "today was fun." he breathed looking you in your eyes. his eyes trailed from your eyes to your soft rose tinted lips. you mimic his actions look at his lips, they looked so soft. your leaned forward placing your lips onto his. him responding back softly. this is where you realized how he felt about you. his kiss wasn't rough, or no where near sexual. no lust. it was purely off of how your night was. soft and tender as you two ended the night amazingly. "today was amazing." you reply catching your breath. smiling he opens your front door letting you in. waiting in front of your doorstep he beams you a smile as you lean on the door frame returning the smile. you didn't want the night to end so you grew some balls and asked. "it's late seonghwa.." you say. "stay the night." you shyly tell him your face becoming a tomato. a smirk grew as he responded. "ah you sure?" he says walking towards you hovering over you. "yes" you say quietly taking his hand pulling him inside knowing where your night was going to go.

i’m a new writer on here for ateez and nct (maybe a few other groups...) and i’ll rly enjoy if you’d re-blog and show love on my page since i want to enjoy my writing with everyone!

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staywhelmedbatfam · 5 years

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The Miraculous Night

~Dick Grayson/Reader~

Summary: He asked you to attend a costume ball with him. What better way to show that you and Dick are a couple than wearing complementing costumes?

Rushing to the front door of your apartment, you finished putting on your red mask with black polka dots and opened the door. Dick Grayson stood there, clad in an all-black tux with a gold bell in place of a tie, a black mask, and black cat ears to top it all off.

His ‘father’, Bruce, is hosting a costume ball tonight for his current and potential business partners. When he found out, Dick asked you to be his date. The two of you have only known each other for a month. Within that month, you’ve been on a total of three dates, not counting the times that you would have a movie night at either of your apartments.

“You look amazing, milady,” he complimented then kissed your glove-covered hand.

Beaming, you replied, “As do you, Kitty, but you can’t be Cat Noir without your Miraculous.” With a wink in his direction, you pulled out a black ring that had a bright green cat paw print on it. He took the ring and placed it on his finger then began digging in one of his pockets.

“It seems you don’t have your Miraculous either, Ladybug. You’re paw-sitively lucky to have this cat around though.” Opening his hand, he revealed a pair of earrings that were red with black polka dots.

“Thank you.” You giggled at how quickly he came up with a pun like Cat Noir would while you donned the earrings. “Shall we get going?”

“Of course, milady.”

Taking his arm, he led you away from your apartment to the car waiting outside and opened the passenger door for you. After shutting the door, he briskly made his way to the driver’s side as the bell at his neck jingled. Once he finally got situated next to you, you couldn’t contain your laughter any longer. Tonight should be fun.

***

Arriving at Wayne Manor, a butler greeted you at the door. A hint of a smile graced his face when he saw the two of you. “Master Dick, such a pleasure to see you again.” Addressing you, he turned his head slightly. “You must be Ms. (L/N).”

“(Y/N), this is Alfred,” Dick introduced. He’d told you a bit about him, along with a couple stories.

Smiling brightly at the older man, you commented, “It’s lovely to meet you, and you can just call me (Y/N).”

“I’ve heard many wonderful things about you, Ms. (Y/N).” You grinned at the fact that he didn’t drop the ‘miss’ before your name. “I hope you enjoy yourselves. Masters Jason, Tim, and Damian are near the staircase. They wanted to be nearby when you arrived.”

“Thanks, Alfred.”

Heading towards the stairs, it appears that the three boys noticed you and Dick walking closer. A red hue crept its way onto your cheeks, matching the color of your dress when you realized they were checking you out. Wearing a form-fitting mermaid style dress wasn’t helping. Their staring caused Dick to clear his throat.

One of them walked forward and smiled at you. “Hi, I’m Tim.” Dick’s eyes narrowed at his brother.

Pulling Tim away from pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, one of the others commented and rolled his eyes. “Ignore him. I’m Jason.”

Before you could say anything, Tim began arguing with Jason about him interrupting. Wanting to clarify that Jason was right to interrupt, Dick got in on the arguing too.

The youngest of the brothers came to stand next to you and held a hand out for you to shake, which you did. “I’m Damian. If you ever want to get away from their childishness, you know where to find me.” You blinked in surprise.

“Not you too!” Dick hollered at him. “Would you all stop flirting with my girlfriend?”

“Don’t lump me in with those two!” Jason complained. The two youngest were the troublemakers, not him!

Smirking, Damian ignored Jason and rapidly came back with a quip, “And if we don’t? What are you going to do about it?” His hand reached up to flick the bell Dick wore.

A sigh from behind you drew your attention away from the boys who continued to bicker. “So, they’re at it already…” Spinning around, you faced someone you’d only seen in pictures: Bruce Wayne.

“Oh, Mr. Wayne!” Bruce’s attention refocused on you. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Dick’s girlfriend, (Y/N) (L/N).”

Suddenly, it clicked in his mind about why they were fighting and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Now it makes sense. (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you,” he said while shaking your hand.

Damian’s voice cut through your conversation as he scoffed at Dick, continuing to smirk. “Don’t throw a hiss-y fit just because you can’t handle the competition, Grayson.”

“As far as I’m concerned, there is no competition,” your boyfriend retorted, irritation clear in his voice. To you, it was sort of amusing to watch the four brothers argue, especially since Dick towers over Damian.

Bruce cleared his throat authoritatively, which caused them all to stop arguing and cringe. “Must you do this now? We have guests.” Once he finished giving them a lecture, they all went their separate ways while you and Dick went to grab some food.

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Standing up from the table the two of you sat at, Dick offered his hand to you. “Care to dance, Bugaboo?”

“I’d love to.” Elated, you rested your hand in his then stood from your own seat.

You joined the rest of the couples that were dancing in the space cleared specifically for that purpose. The space wasn’t far from the excessively large windows that overlooked the garden of Wayne Manor. It appeared to be quite beautiful. Making a mental note, you would have to ask Dick to take you out there before the night came to an end.

Just as your back was to the window, your boyfriend’s eyes widened just enough for you to notice. Right when you were about to ask what was wrong, he interrupted and shouted, “Get down!” He pushed you down to the floor and shielded you as the sound of glass breaking filled the enormous room.

People were screaming in the background while they instinctively ran towards any exit that would get them out of harm’s way. Meanwhile, Dick brought you back up to your feet then continued to lift you into his arms. It’s a good thing he did because there was no way you’d be able to run in your heels and not fall flat on your face.

“Hold on tight!” Dick ran back to where he and his brothers had fought earlier and began to climb the stairs. Even though you knew he was in excellent shape, his ability to carry you while rapidly ascending two flights of stairs shocked you.

“Dick, where are we going?”

His eyes were looking straight ahead, not sparing you a single glance as he answered, “Just trust me.” Once he entered a bedroom, he put you down and locked the door.

You began panicking. “What’s going on?”

Ignoring your question, he gave you instructions. “Stay here and keep the door locked. I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He kissed your cheek and started towards the door.

Slack-jawed, your eyes widened slightly. “Richard Grayson, don’t you dare leave me–” The door clicking shut interrupted your sentence. “Alone,” you finished, a dejected expression on your face as you sat down on the bed with a huff.

Looking around the room, you looked for something to keep you occupied until your boyfriend returned. A picture displayed on the nightstand caught your attention. Reaching over, you picked up the frame and realized that you’d seen this picture before. It was of Dick and his parents one night at Haly’s Circus before they were supposed to perform. He hasn’t told you much about what happened the night of his parents’ death, but you didn’t push it. You knew he’d tell you when he was ready.

Another picture stood out when you placed the other where you found it. This one was of you smiling brightly. Thinking back, you don’t remember him taking this photo. Your eyes were directed to something that got cut off, so you figured that you don’t remember since you didn’t look aware of him snapping a quick shot.

With the two pictures in mind, you conclude that this is Dick’s bedroom when he stays here instead of his apartment. He had to have been here within the past month since he had a snapshot of you. You haven’t known each other long and he’s already got a picture of you in his bedroom. The corner of your mouth quirked up.

Suddenly, you heard some sort of commotion outside. It drew you towards the window and when you looked out of it, your eyes widened. Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Red Robin, and the Red Hood were all gathered together, fighting off the Joker and his goons.

In the midst of watching the scene unfold, you noticed the Joker glance up at the window. Your eyes widened as you backed away and started thinking of what to do next. If you tried to hide somewhere, they’d tear the room apart trying to find you until they eventually would. On the other hand, you could try to pick the lock and hope that you’d have enough time to find somewhere else to hide out.

Making the split-second decision, you pulled two bobby pins from your hair and set to work on picking the lock. The longer you spent on it, the more you fumbled and the more your hands shook. You almost got the door unlocked when glass shattered behind you.

Whipping your head around, you saw two goons across the room and abandoned the lock in favor of taking your heels off to hurl them at the two guys. At the same time, you cried out, “Get away from me!” Your shoes flew right past them. In your defense, you never did have the best aim, but it was worth a shot.

One of them grabbed ahold of you by the waist and lifted you up. Thrashing around in his grip, you yelled, “Let me go!” Meanwhile, another figure entered through the window.

“You probably should have listened to the lady,” Nightwing stated just before he ran forward, escrima sticks in hand, to strike the empty-handed guy.

While Nightwing kept the other busy, the goon that held onto you began violently shoving on the door to create an escape route. Flailing your legs, you’d hoped to hit him where it hurt to buy some time and you knew you found your target when you both fell to the floor. He let go of you in the process.

A thump could be heard as the guy Nightwing fought landed against the wall, unconscious. Quickly, the one kneeling on the floor in pain met the same fate. Nightwing proceeded to finish the job you had started on the lock and told you to go down to the main floor where many other guests remained in the foyer.

By the time you got down there, you spotted a tall figure wearing cat ears and you knew it was Dick. You ran into his chest and hugged him. Pulling away from the hug, his eyes scanned over you, looking for any injuries. He found none, but his eyes stopped at your toes peeping out from under your dress.

Raising an eyebrow, he gave you a questioning look. “What happened to your shoes?”

“They’re back in your room somewhere. It’s quite the story.”

Guests that stuck around began filing back into the large room where they resumed their conversing, eating, and dancing. After what happened, though, you would rather it be just you and Dick. Thus, you suggested the garden that you saw earlier.

Both of you sat down on the stone bench that was near the center of the garden in silence for a few moments. Staring out into the flora in front of you, your left hand rested on the cool stone while his right hand laid on top of it.

Turning your head to look at your boyfriend, you broke the silence first with a grin. “You can’t fool me, Dick Grayson. Or should I say Nightwing?”

His eyes widened followed by a few blinks before stuttering, “W-what? How did you–?”

“Please. I’d recognize your butt anywhere,” you retorted and smirked, causing him to chuckle. He should’ve known he couldn’t keep it a secret from you.

“Besides, it doesn’t matter what identity you take up, whether it’s Nightwing or even Cat Noir.” You laughed at that last part that you added in. Dick did make an excellent Cat Noir albeit the lack of blonde hair and green eyes. “I’ll always want Dick Grayson.”

At some point, your heads had gravitated towards each other. Now, the two of you closed the gap and shared your first kiss.

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taehyungiestummy · 5 years

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Return to Paradise -- Chapter Ten

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“I think watching the dance will help me get to music video day,” I smile, speaking Korean seeming less like a hassle around the boys.

“After they film, are you going to show Taehyung your notebook?” Emily moves around to be more comfortable on the floor.

I fix my flower scarf; Taehyung’s hickey on me can’t be seen by any of the boys. They will flip. “I think so, since I brought it,” I pat the notebook on my lap, stretching my legs out in front of me. “I have to read it to him, though.”

“He’ll enjoy that.”

The door to the practice room opens, and the boys walk in. They had a restroom break because an empty bladder is optimal for dancing, and Emily and I showed up right when they had left the room.

“Yoongi, we are matching!” I giggle, showing my black high-top Converse by kicking my feet up into the air.

“Very cute, little one,” Yoongi grins. His outfit consists of black shorts showing his knees, a white baseball type jersey with black sleeves, and a black baseball cap on backwards.

“I like the shorts, showing off the legs,” Taehyung smirks, winking at me. “I love your confidence. Jagi, you have grown so much in that regard.” He’s wearing black and white tennis-like shoes, black pants with subtle white lines, a baggy red sweater of sorts, and a black baseball cap with the visor red and translucent.

“She looks so ready to cuddle in that sweater,” Jimin smirks. “Do you like our group?”

I chuckle, looking down at my sweater with the ‘Skool Luv Affair’ cover on it. “I like you boys, and support your work.”

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles. He’s wearing red high-top looking shoes, grey sweatpants, a baggy white t-shirt, and a black baseball cap with a symbol in the middle that I don’t know.

“Think we’ll be able to learn this dance one day?” Emily speaks up, adjusting her white skirt.

“Maybe, if you two really want to,” Namjoon smiles. He is wearing black low-top Converse, black pants that stop mid-shin, a white shirt underneath a black one, and a black flat cap. “Your shirt is very cute, Emily. Polka dots suit you.”

“That’s what I say,” I playfully shove the girl next to me.

“Shut up you two,” Emily chuckles. “Thanks though, I like polka dots.”

“I still don’t understand why Amber is wearing a scarf,” Jungkook says. “It’s not cold outside.” The maknae is wearing Timberland boots, jeans, and a slightly baggy white t-shirt.

“American fashion,” Emily speaks up, coming to my rescue. She nudges me with one of her sandal clad feet. “Isn’t that right, Amber?”

“Oh, um, yes,” I choke out. “It’s light, so I don’t get hot.”

“I like it,” Seokjin says. “You look very cute.” He’s wearing white, black, and possibly purple Korean shoes, black shorts, a slightly baggy white t-shirt with a symbol on the breast pocket I don’t recognize.

“Why don’t you teach us about American fashion?” Hoseok whines.

“Maybe because we don’t want you to look like annoying American boys that we go to school with.” I confusingly look around at the boys. “We like you for your Korean fashion, and we want you to keep doing what you feel comfortable with.

“You could just look it up on the internet if you really want to know,” Emily says.

“No fun,” Hoseok pouts. He’s wearing black high-top like shoes with flames on the side, grey shorts, and a t-shirt that has a basketball jersey on it.

“Jimin, you’ve got-” I smirk.

“No!” Jimin cuts me off.

“No jams!” Taehyung, Jungkook, and I shout out.

“I hate you all!” Jimin groans.

I giggle, “Come on, I think you have a dance practice to film.”

The camera is set up facing a clean end of the room, and the boys are ready to record.

Namjoon is standing in the middle with Jungkook as the music starts. After his opener, he walks off to give Jungkook his time. Jungkook does his part, and Jimin walks in right at the end. The red head does his thing as the rest of the boys rush in.

The chorus dance is one of the greatest things to grace my eyes. It is quick, with clean movements that flow together. Taehyung is one cheeky boy, as he sexily bites his lip whenever he catches my eye, winking once or twice, and letting his tongue pass his lips a few times. It makes my heart skip a beat.

The chorus ends, and Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung rush off screen. I look over at Taehyung, glaring as he smirks. With the shake of my head, I turn to the four boys still dancing. Hoseok is the main one dancing with the other three boys as backup. Yoongi catches my eye, and we smile at one another.

The three other boys on the side rush in as Yoongi’s part starts up. His rap is clean over the speakers, and his dancing is perfect for him. Taehyung is up next, and he continues teasing me. This time using his hands more.

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi rush off to the side as Seokjin’s part begins. Then Jungkook takes over, and eventually all the boys are back in frame. The chorus begins again, and I decide to focus on Yoongi. He smiles again when he catches my gaze.

Namjoon’s rap is next, and he becomes the center of attention. My eyes can’t help flickering between Taehyung and Yoongi. Jungkook and Taehyung high-five as it transitions to Taehyung’s part again. This time my boyfriend isn’t teasing as much.

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi rush off to the side again as Seokjin’s part starts up. Yoongi ruffles my hair before having to rush back out as Jungkook takes center stage again. The chorus dance is lovely, even for the third time. Seven boys looking hot will never get old.

Jimin and Jungkook have a small alternating part where Jimin takes most of the attention.

I catch Taehyung’s eye, and I can’t help but mouth, “Fuck you.”

Taehyung smiles for a few seconds, thinking something I don’t think I want to know.

The seven boys dive into the chorus dance for the last time as the song is coming to an end. For their last move, they spin on their heels, giving a thumbs up. As soon as the camera has stopped recording, Emily and I burst into cheers. Deep breathing comes from the boys who slowly relax their bodies and turn around.

“Ah, that was so cool!” I giggle, falling onto my back.

“So you liked it?” Jungkook asks.

“Liked it?” Emily scoffs. “No, we loved it.”

“Something about it just makes me so excited to see the music video,” I smile. “You boys are something else.”

“Was I good, jagi?” Taehyung chuckles.

“At what? Dancing or teasing me?”

“She can get back at you Tae,” Namjoon speaks up. “What out.”

“Your dancing was good, Tae,” I smile. “Everyone’s was.”

“I see you have your notebook with you today,” Yoongi sits down next to me. “Showing your boyfriend your love poems?”

“Yes, and then I can show you the ones that I wrote about you.”

“About me?”

“Yeah,” I turn my head to see Yoongi smiling. “Best friend, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re so cute, little one,” his gummy smile stays on his face for a bit longer. “Now, why the scarf, really? I can catch your lives.”

“Yoongi,” I pout. “It is a fashion thing. I wanted to try it out.”

“Come on, Amber, tell me.”

“Nope,” I puff my cheeks out.

In the next moment, Yoongi’s nimble piano fingers are tickling me.

“Yoongi,” I squeal in laughter. “This isn’t fun. You are so mean.”

“It is fun for me,” Yoongi doesn’t stop his tickle attack.

Through all my wiggling and attempts to grab his hands, my scarf falls off my neck.

“Little one,” Yoongi’s face changes from happy to angry in a split second. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yoongi, please, it’s not that big of a deal,” I sit up, not caring about the mark that everyone can see now.

“Taehyung?” Yoongi is up and standing in an instant.

“Yes?” Taehyung turns away from Jungkook and Jimin.

“Ah, looks like Taehyung wanted everyone to know who Amber is with,” Hoseok smirks.

“Aish, Tae, that mark,” Namjoon laughs. “You aren’t always so cute and innocent.

“Shut up,” Taehyung nervously mess with the hair at the back of his head.

“I’m going to kill you,” Yoongi clenches his hands into fists.

“Yoongi,” I stand up, moving my hair to hide the hickey as best I can.

“Why do you care so much?” Taehyung comes to step in front of Yoongi. “She’s my girlfriend, she consented. Why be so protective of her?”

“Because she’s like the little sister I never had, and I feel I have to keep her safe because she’s alone over here,” Yoongi answers.

I put my hand up in Emily’s direction as her mouth opens, letting her know not to say anything regarding me being alone. I know that he means someone other than my best friend.

“I am protecting her,” Taehyung lets out an agitated breath. “Yoongi-hyung, don’t you trust me? I love her so much and will always keep her safe.”

I step in between the two boys, not caring about what has been said. I just look at Yoongi before wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his chest.

Yoongi tenses up, not sure how to take my embrace. “Little one, please, let me handle this.”

“No,” I shake my head as best I can. “Yoongi, having you treat me as a little sister and care for me as one is something I need and appreciate. We need one another. I know you aren’t just some closed off rapper. I also know that you do struggle with your emotions. Please, don’t stop protecting me, but know that some things you can’t control. Tae and I love each other, so certain things are going to happen. Relax, let my Taehyung live, and I’ll be the little sister you never had.”

Yoongi slowly wraps his arms around me, “If it will make you happy, I will try. I still don’t like it, him marking you up like that. You have to stay pure. Boys are dirty minded idiots. Not me, though.”

I giggle, “I believe you.”

“Emily said Amber was dirty minded herself, so she’s a perfect fit,” Jungkook says. “Besides the idiot part.”

“Just come live with us,” Jimin pleads.

“We practically are this July,” I smile.

“Then next year, surprises for you,” Emily says.

“Surprises?” Hoseok questions. “Like what?”

“Should we tell them?” I look over at Emily.

“Tell them whatever you want,” Emily shrugs.

I turn around in Yoongi’s grip to face the boys. “Well, we graduate next spring, so we are free. That means we will be over here for an undetermined amount of time. Everything is up in the air right now, but we have a few ideas.”

“Come live here,” Taehyung innocently bites his bottom lip. “We can live together.”

“I would like that,” I reach back and pat Yoongi’s upper arms. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Barely thought about it,” Yoongi gives me a gentle squeeze.

“Badass brother and a cute boyfriend,” I giggle.

“Plus five other boys,” Emily points out. “That are there for you.”

“Okay, enough of this,” I break out of Yoongi’s grip. “You guys have dancing and whatnot to do, so let’s get to work!”

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“Okay, so, someone has a few new marks,” Nari smirks, placing the take-out on the coffee table.

“Shut up,” I sink into the couch, trying to disappear into myself. “He can’t help himself sometimes, and I don’t really think about it when it’s happening. I got back at him, though. It was weird, and not my face is burning up.”

“So red,” Emily teases, tickling my jaw.

“Ugh, at least you didn’t flip out like Yoongi. He really showed how much he wants to protect me from the outside world.”

“He is like a brother,” Nari takes her food and sits down in her recliner. “Protective is like his middle name.”

“He was protective alright,” Emily hands me food before grabbing her own. “I thought he was going to punch Taehyung.”

“These new marks had him stewing silently, but a hair ruffle had him smiling for me,” I take a bite of my sandwich. “He’s accepting it, slowly.”

“What about you, Emily?” Nari asks. “All we talk about is the two lovers. How are you and Namjoon?”

“Yes, please, talk about them,” I shove more food into my mouth.

“Well, we went on that date, and I had a wonderful time,” Emily smiles. “The two of us had so much to talk about. Being away for so many months will do that. Our kisses stayed on the lips though, because we are good.”

“Stop,” I chug some Pepsi. “They are going to stop appearing. Tas has embarrassed me enough. If I keep blushing, my cheeks may never stop being red.”

“So the outburst from Yoongi happened four days ago?” Nari asks.

“Yes,” Emily nods. “There days have gone by since then, and not much has really happened.”

“Just studio fun times,” I giggle. “I read Tae some of my poems about him.”

“How did that go?” Nari shoves food into her mouth.

“He snuggled me so hard,” I run a hand as best I can through my tangled hair. “Couldn’t stop saying how much he loves me, and that I am the best thing to happen since BTS. It was very sweet. Made me heart swell.”

“She also let Yoongi read poems about him,” Emily says.

“Oh, that must have been interesting,” Nari smiles.

“It kind of was,” I nod. “He didn’t need me to help understand what things meant as much. He was smiling so big, the gummy smile that is so amazing, like, he was so happy. He praised my skills way too much, but I took the compliments.”

“With a blush,” Emily chuckles. “Can’t forget that. It was so cute, like always.”

“Cute boys saying nice things to me just get me all flustered.”

“What about today?” Nari asks. “Didn’t they have a day off?”

“They did, and Amber and I decided to give them a day to relax,” Emily answers. “So we stayed here. Enjoying our summer home.”

“Aw, did your boys miss you?”

“Of course,” I sigh. “So many phone calls. I refused to do video chats because we didn’t really get ready today. It was nice to hear their voices.”

“Seokjin brought me a homecooked lunch,” Nari dreamily smiles. “I am blessed to have him in my life.”

“Too cute,” Emily and I giggle.

“I guess so,” Nari’s cheeks redden a tad. “He’s the caretaker of BTS for a reason, and now he makes me feel like a princess by doing those types of things.”

“He is a sweetheart,” Emily says. “Always making sure we are good and have everything we need. Just like a mom. Wow, being the oldest means you have to be responsible for everyone. That’s what he’s doing.”

“Still a huge cutie and not too strict,” Nari smiles.

“How is it being public?” I blurt out. “Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“No worries. Um, being public is, I don’t know. The fans know what I look like and my name. I have all my social media private, and they don’t seem to pry. It’s not messing with my life, if that’s what you want to know. I’ve had a few fans come up to me, but really, not that much has changed.”

“Ah, that’s good,” I sit up, no longer embarrassed like I was. “Going public is not really on the radar, but I know it will happen at some point, and it kind of scares me.”

“Same,” Emily adds. “I know we are going to get hate, I mean, that’s what happens when you date famous people. Fans will feel entitled, but I wonder if it is still worth it for the boys to show us off.”

“Yes, because hate will fuel us to be better,” I nod. “Plus, the boys’ love will help. They can always cheer us up.”

“Going public shouldn’t even be on your minds,” Nari says. “They will hide you for the rest of the summer. They don’t like sharing.”

“It will happen though,” I sigh. “We will be in magazines and whatever. People will figure it out at some time. They will know that two Western girls are dating idols. Crazy to try and wrap my mind around.”

“Seven boys will be there to protect you, so no need to worry and stress.”

“Have you met Amber?” Emily chuckles as she pats my shoulder. “That’s all she does. Her brain is just programmed that way.”

“Well, try not to worry and stress,” Nari says. “Do anything to keep your focus off that. Everything is going to happen when it needs to, and just go with the flow.”

“So full of wisdom,” Emily says.

“Eh, not wisdom,” Nari laughs.

“You know what would be fun?” I ask, not waiting for an answer. “Going to award shows and walking the carpet. No matter how introverted I am, I could do that. I’d love to do that.”

“Introverted is what again?” Nari asks.

“People tire Amber out,” Emily answers as I yawn. “Certain people don’t do that to here, and sometimes it doesn’t matter. We stayed home today so she could recharge. More than give the boys their space, which was a factor.”

“I was just so worn out,” I place my trash on the coffee table. “The boys, because of there being seven of them, drain me the fastest. They understand why I stop talking for periods of time and snuggle up to someone if I can. Still, I can pull myself together to go out, if I am with Taehyung.”

“Don’t you also have social anxiety?” Nari asks.

“Eh, yeah,” I bite my bottom lip for a few seconds. “I try to be more vocal and all, but sometimes I just can’t do it. People can be too much for me, and I over think a lot when around new people.”

“That’s what I am here for,” Emily rubs my shoulder. “To help you when you can’t do something. Best friends are there for one another no matter what.”

I lean into Emily, “Yeah, that’s right. I’d go crazy without you.”

“Do you girls want to watch a K-drama before bed?” Nari asks, reaching for the remote.

“That sounds interesting,” Emily places her arm around my shoulders. “Just an episode or two, Amber really needs some rest.”

I yawn, “I don’t know why. Jet lag is gone, so I should be all good now.”

“It just happens,” Nari shrugs. “I got like it sometimes. Just a few episodes, and then off to bed.”

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Sorry it has been a while since a chapter came out for this! I am now working to get this story all ready for posting, so hopefully each Wednesday there will be a new chapter! Hope you enjoyed reading! I’d love to know what you thought! :D

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babygirlofwakanda · 6 years

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Sweet Treats

Characters— Black Reader X Erik Killmonger

Content— Chocolate Fluff, Sweet Looks, Tasty Touches and Sprinkled Kisses

Plot— For my girl @soldierandawar happy birthday 😭✨ Based off of the song, “Trip” by Ella Mai. In addition, I STRONGLY suggest listening to this song on REPLAY while reading to get further feels, but hey..

Narrative— Swirls of cream colored icing filled Jay’s vision while she circled her wrist around forming a perfect swirl ontop of the warm cupcake.

Placing the transparent frosting bag on the counter she reached over and dug her hand in the chocolate shaving sprinkling them over the frosting. Doing the same a couple more times Jay completed the dozen before wiping away the sweatbeads on her forehead with her forearm pushing up the hairnet keeping her braids in tact. “—fuck.” She rasped, once the cool air made contact with her open pores.

Realizing her edges curled up from the perspiration she harshly exhaled. Sitting the dozen cupcakes into the white box Jalah completed the order and sat the box into the fridge savoring the design and order.

Cleaning up her station with a hot rag she wiped up the messy icing, sweeped away the fallen sprinkled and flipped the opened sign around once it reached six o’clock. The yellow rays reflected over her as she counted her tips; being the employee of the month at one of the most popular bakeries at the capital of North Carolina had it’s perks and benefits.

However, her focus was quickly interrupted when she heard the clattering of multiple pots and pans in the kitchen along with muttered curses following the commotion. A giggle escaping from her mouth Jalah immediately knew it was her fellow employee, Erik in the kitchen. Rising up out of her seat Jalah turned on her heels to check out the scene, but the view of the muscular chestnut man rounding the corner stopped her movements.

The view of the flustered black man clad in a white apron with an arrangement of chocolate cream on it and cream icing smeared across his left cheek along with his dark dreads falling around his face created a faint heartbeat to form in Jalah’s lower regions.

Watching the rise and fall of his shoulders and the thin layer of sweat covering his face only indicated that he was working on something. Huffing, “Jalah, you got a minute?” He questioned, still slightly out of breath from his previous activities.

Raising her eyebrow out of curiosity she nodded, “Aight, go ahead and take a seat in the front and wait.” He instructed, before disappearing again.

Tilting her head slightly to the side Jalah untied the knot to her apron and hung it up on her hook before walking to the front of the store. Taking a seat on the white chair next to storefront Jay tapped her nails on the matching white table while looking at her view of people walking and cars driving through the pier.

“Jay! Do me a solid and close your eyes.” He yelled, with his back pressed against the wall of the hall as he glanced at his coworker. “What is this? Erik quit playing with me, you have five minutes until I clock out.” Jalah retorted, with a lengthy eye roll. Hearing the smacking of lips Jalah turned her head to spot Erik’s head peeking around the corner.

Shaking her head she obliged, “Okay, okay! My eyes are closed, I’ll even put my hands over my eyes just so you can quit playing.” Jalah exclaimed, once she covered her eyes. Losing one of her senses Jalah’s hearing increased as she heard the shuffling of his feet approaching her and the loud shrieking of the chair legs gliding against the tilted floor.

“You can open your eyes up now.” He announced, making Jalah futter her eyes open. Dropping her jaw in a instant Jay covered her mouth before a replacing her shock with a genuine smile.

“—aw, Erik! You did remember!” Jalah beamed, as she looked down at the multiple ice cream sundaes with sprinkles and a cherries all ontop of a cupcake.

Gazing at her wide smile Erik couldn’t help but to feel warm at the gesture he committed towards the sweet girl. After coming from a long troubling family history and enduring the rough climate of Oakland there wasn’t a lot of people Erik could lean on.

Deciding to change his surroundings Erik moved to the southern state of North Carolina for a fresh start.

After constantly receiving hard stares from strangers he found the one person who wouldn’t judge him on his flaws and instead embrace his loving side. Going from job to job Erik stumbled into the bustling store in desperate need of help. With the line increasing Erik made a good impression as he snuck behind the counter, put on an apron and assisted Jay at the front counter and started taking orders.

Within six months the two were inseparable, making great partners and employees the pair quickly grew closer. From spending eight hours a day together to closing the shop and having multiple flour fights the two were damn near best friends. “I couldn’t forget your birthday girl.” Erik grinned, as Jay grabbed a cupcake licking the melted chocolate.

“Well, thank you. Now I don’t have to give you the cold stare the rest of the week.” Jalah winked, at Erik before biting in the dessert. Moaning as she chewed Jay fluttered her eyes close as she was temporarily placed in a sugar coma.

Shifting in his seat Erik watched with intense eyes as Jalah’s lips were smeared with ice cream. He wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and lick the dripping milk from her lips. Instead of acting on his impluse he just clenched his fist under the table.

Finishing her cupcake Jalah crumbled up the polka dot foil and looked at Erik. “What is it?” She asked, once she caught a glimpse of his staring.

Shaking his head, “Nothing, you’re just cute.” He winked, causing a shy grin to cross her face. “Stop it.” She chuckled, avoiding his face and settling her gaze out the window. “—so, birthday girl what you getting into tonight?” Erik questioned, making Jay shrugged while she watched the sunset.

“Nothing much, I was just going to throw on my favorite romantic comedy, order some take out and call my mom.” Jalah continued, causing a chuckle to escape from Erik’s larynx. “Damn, girl. You sound like a middle aged woman living with her cat named Sam not a vibrant twenty-two year old living her best life.”

Glancing at her friend Jalah released a giggle realizing how boring her plans seemed. “What you need to do is let me take you out tonight, huh?” He asked, in a flirty tone. Snapping her head Jalah saw that he was serious and nodded, “I don’t see any harm in a couple of friends hanging out, okay.”

“Ight, you send me your address and I’ll pick you up around nine?” He confirmed, with a toothy smile on his face. Packing up her cupcakes Jalah nodded as a smirk was also present on her face. “Ok, nine it is.”

Locking up shop the two parted ways as Erik and Jalah got in separate cars and drove off. Reaching her high rise apartment Jalah immediately kicked off her shoes and released her bra tossing it into her dirty hamper once she got into her bedroom.

Stripping off the rest of her clothes Jalah took a long shower scrubbing away the scent of flour and fresh icing. Completing her daily hygiene routine Jay wrapped a towel around her body and went into her closet with small droplets of water trailing behind.

Digging into her closet she repeated the words of Erik’s text describing to her where he was planning on taking her. “—a grown, but sexy and lively club.”

Within ten minutes of figuring out the perfect outfit Jalah stood infront of her vanity mirror as she put on minimum makeup. Opting out of foundation Jay only put on a thin layer of concealer, darkened her brows, applied a stroke of highlighter and smeared the thick gloss on her lips ontop of the burgundy lip pencil.

Interrupted by the bell of her front door Jalah swiftly rose up from her table side desk before running her palms flat against the sleek material to her porcelain white colored jumpsuit. Shuffling out of her bedroom Jay walked towards her foyer before briefly stopping infront of the door to check her appearance one last time. Angling her head side to side she checked her jumbo braids, freshly laid edges and gold highlight poppin’ on the tip of her nose and cheekbones.

Hearing the ding of her front door again Jay harshly exhaled as doubled checked her reflection and took a step back to unlock and open her door. Pulling the wooden door back Jalah’s breath hitched as she let the door hit the back of her wall revealing a grinning, smell good and casually dressed Erik Stevens.

This was another side of Erik that Jalah has never seen before; the casual but sleek dressed Erik. As his usual loose dreads framing his head in a carrot top style it was braided back into four sections.

In addition, his normal fashion of black forward thinking quotes, symbolic symbols and historical black known and unknown figures on his hoodies and t-shirts was replaced with a thick ivory white crew neck that which was accessorized with gold necklaces. The rest of his outfit consisted of dark blue denim jeans with small rips to the knees and black jordan’s. “—damn, Jalah. This is how you stepping out tonight, just for me?” He teased.

Bashfully dropping her chin down to the floor Jay pushed her teeth into her bottom lip in attempt to disguise her shy antics. “Oh, please. You probably spit that game to all the girls you take out.” Jalah disregarded, with a hand wave in air.

“Nah, you got it all fucked up.” Erik corrected, with a simple shake of his head. Standing in the same spot Jalah studied his face for any indication of a lie, but detected none and went to grab her clutch purse.

Returning from her kitchen counter Jalah locked her door following Erik down the stairs of her apartment building. Assuming he hit the locks Jay watched the white chevrolet camaro light up to the sound of Erik hitting the locks. Walking ahead of her Erik opened the door and waited until she was inside with her seatbelt across her chest until he shut the door.

Traveling around the front of the car Erik situated himself inside before clicking his seatbelt and pulled the gear into drive. Reversing out of the parking spot Erik hit the road before pulling up to a red light.

Hearing the brief static of the radio before music followed Erik snapped his head at Jalah innocently touching the dial to the radio. “What you think you doing, girl? Touching my radio and shit.” Erik asked, with a smile tugging at his lips. “Just drive and allow me to control the music.” Jalah taunted, with a wink.

Turning his head just in time to press the gas petal Erik couldn’t help but chuckle at Jay. Within seconds he heard the soulful seventies inspired artist Childish Gambino’s Redbone vibrating through his system.

“—ay, leave it on that.” The Oakland native rasped, as he began tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel. With the song playing throughout the car the friends found themselves belting out the lyrics and doing the best two-step they could do in a seated position. “Go Erik, ah! Get it, get it.” Jay hyped, as she recorded Erik on her instagram stories.

The friends shenanigans continued until Erik pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant. Hitting the locks when they walked away from the vehicle Erik held the door open for Jalah. “—ah, Erik. How are you holding up sweetie?” The cheesing hostess asked, with two menus in her hand.

Exchanging a faint smirk with Erik before clutching onto his forearm Jalah trailed behind him and looked around the booming restaurant. The multiple shades of melanin talking over wine and seafood, to the live band grooving and couples moving in sync to the music captured Jalah’s attention.

Still caught off guard by her surroundings Jay didn’t realize she was still in awe as she subconsciously sat in the chair Erik held out. Taking his own seat across from her Erik watched the scarlet red lights cascade on Jalah’s facial features as she still looked around.

“—I’m guessing you never been here before.” Erik stated, his baritone voice interrupting the music and clinging of silverware. Focusing her eyes on the man across from her Jalah’s cheeks rose as she realized that she hasn’t muttered a single word towards him.

Exhaling, “That obvious, huh?” She spoke, with a tilt of her head and rise of her eyebrows. “It is, but that’s straight. I’m glad I’m the nigga who got the pleasure to show the birthday girl something new.” He teased, making Jalah roll her eyes at his slight cockiness.

“I would have found out sooner or later, don’t get arrogant nigga.” She weakly retorted, with a flatlined smirk. “Ya’ know you have a smart ass mouth, if you keep that shit up imma have to show you something new what you could do with it.” He taunted, with his eyes dropping from her eyes and to her shiny lips.

“Nah, I’ll do you one better. How about you show me exactly what you want me to do then I’ll consider it.” Jalah winked, causing Erik to brush his large palm over his mouth in attempt to hide his smile.

“Aight, I see we have jokes now.” He laughed. Within a few minutes the waitress took their orders breaking up the sexual tension leaving the friends to converse about any and everything. The rest of the night went smooth as they laughed over a big bowl of crab legs and plates of shrimp, potatoes, corn and broccoli.

In addition, throughout the course of the dinner the friends continued to exchange flirtatious comments and touched hands even with the dripping of juices.

It was undiscovered love at it’s best.

Settled back into the car the two employees sat with their backs against the leather seats listening to the old bops of late night radio. “—it’s been real Erik, but we both have to get up early for work.” Jalah yawned, as she sat up and unlocked the door.

Quickly breaking out of his trance Erik shifted in his seat as he swiftly exited his car and jogged to stop Jay from walking any further. “Ay, Jay! Hold up for a minute.” He yelled, causing Jalah to pause her steps.

Pivoting on her heels Jalah stopped to see Erik coming up from behind. “Ye—?” She asked. Jalah’s question was briskly cut off as Erik suddenly gripped her soft face and pressed his plump lips against hers causing a whimper to escape her pharynx.

The kiss was short and sweet. Placing her hands on his ridge chest Jalah pushed away breaking the kiss before she sauntered away leaving Erik to stand there with low eyes and a heavy breath.

Confused at her motives Erik watched as Jalah reached the first step to the public stairs. Watching her intensely Erik saw her turn around to look at him.

“—hey Erik, how does a nightcap sound?”

Author��s Note— Breaking the stereotypical Erik day by day, lmao. However, writing this Erik shit won’t be a normal thang! I do this purely for friends only, lmao.

Anyways, everyone wish a happy birthday to Jalah on her page or below in the comments!

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