la-distimia

[vaguenotions]

Oh, yes, I just love your unannounced sleepover where you both come back from the bar after carefully avoiding telling me that's where you were going, and also neglecting to tell me when you'd be home! I definitely do not want to knock you on your ass and take a bat to your dome! That would be rude and unnecessary :)

Oh yes, please do start talking about shit amongst yourselves and make me feel isolated and othered in ny own room! These moments are what I live for, of course. Naturally. Who would ever have any issues with this arrangement at all?

[starlxghtss]

Okay, Idea: You know that scenario when a parent gets mad at their child so the kid plans to run away and leaves to live on their own, only to return back home after few hours.

Now imagine this with Peter & Yondu.

The Ravager captain once again scolds the little boy for messing up one of their raids, so Peter angrily runs to his room and throws his old backpack on his bed, stuffing his (few) belongings inside. Eventually, Yondu notices that he hasn't seen the boy for a while now and then Peter swaggers into the cockpit, catching few confused looks from the Centaurian.

"Hey, what'chu doin', boy?"

Peter doesn't even cast a look, stuffing some ration into his bag. Then he turns, smoldering his chest.

"I'm running away!"

Yondu stares at him for a second, wordlessly, and then throws back his head, a loud guffaw filling the room. Peter, in the meantime, just looks at the laughing captain and raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Ohh, so that's how it's goin', huh?", Yondu mocks, "Go 'head, my boy, go 'head. Jus' ya run away. But I won't go lookin' for ya if ye get lost."

"I don't need you anyway! I don't need any of you!" The child said defiantly, crossing his arms.

The Ravager laughs once again, amusing himself about Peter's stubborn demeanor. He knows how soft and weak the boy is. The kid wouldn't even survive an hour out there.

"Ye really think so? Ye thinkin' a lil' humie like ya can wander 'round in space all by yerself? As soon as any of those guys see ya out there, they'll eat ya! Yer nothin' more than a snack to 'em!"

The boy screws up his face, replying to Yondu's taunts scornfully.

"You're the only ones here who wanna eat me!"

Peter picks up his bag, making his way to the entrance of the spaceship.

"If ye go through that door, ye'll never set a foot on 's ship 'gain, ye hear me, boy?", Yondu shouts after him but the boy already wants to leave, ignoring the captain's orders.

"I won't anyway!"

Peter walks through the forest nearby, just where the Ravagers' spaceship landed, and mumbles something under his breath.

"Stupid spaceship and stupid Ravagers... Pah, I don't need anyone of them! I can look after my self on my own!", The little Terran says to himself.

After all, he's almost 10 already. Practically an adult.

He doesn't need them. And he certainly doesn't need Yondu. This mean blue turd blossom, who always threatens to eat him. Peter will find a shelter, make a fire and care about food, easy as pie.

But as soon as the sun goes down and the boy still aimlessly strays through the thicket, with no shelter in sight, he begins to feel more and more uneasy. Soon, he gives up looking for a place to sleep and instead searches for some firewood.

But making a fire isn't that easy how he imagined and so the child sits all alone in the dark cold forest, freezing and shivering. And now that he ate all of his ration before, thinking he'll find something to eat out here, the boy begins to regret running away.

At the Eclector he had a warm bed, weird but acceptable food and he wasn't all alone in the dark without a source of light...

At least he had his walkman, right?

Peter zips up his bag, rummaging in it but falters, when he doesn't feel the device in it.

He couldn't have lost it, now could he?!

The boy starts panicking, searching for his walkman in vain but it had no use.

It was gone. And he feels so miserable. He is so cold, hungry and tired.

Just as he feels tears rising into his eyes, it hits him like a stroke. Peter runs as fast as he can back to the ship, hoping that it still stood there and then sees it in the distance in all relief. The boy comes to halt and his lungs are burning when he knocks on the metal hatch, yelling to let him in.

Suddenly, it slowly opens and Peter sees Yondu with a bright grin on his face as if the Centaurian would've known that he comes back.

"Lookie who's 'ere. Ya forgot what I told ya, boy?", The Ravager grins but Peter ignores his comment, knowing exactly where his recorder was.

"Give me back my walkman! Now!"

"Dunno what ya mean, kid", Yondu shrugs.

The boy peeks out and sees something light blue and orange sticking out of the Ravager's pocket.

"Give it back!", The child protests, his face turned crimson.

"Not before ye learned yer lesson. Ya wanted t' run away an' I told'chu there's no goin' back."

"No! Let me in! Please!"

But the hatch already closes and Peter is left there, standing in the cold and the hunger is still tormenting him.

Additionally, he hears some scary noises in the distant forest and the boy's heart drops in fear. Peter starts hammering his little fists against the hard metal, crying.

After a while, Yondu stands up from his seat and opens the hatch, only to find Peter pressed against the wall, shivering and teeth chattering from the cold, hopelessly buried in his way too thin leather jacket.

"P-please, let me in... I'm s-so cold and I'm hungry...", The poor child whines, teary green eyes meeting Yondu's.

The Centaurian leans down to him, putting on a mock pitying look on his face.

"Ohhh, that ain't my problem, ain't it?"

"P-please. I'm... I'm sorry", Peter mumbles.

"What was that?"

"I'm lost without you, I-I can't deal with it on my own", the boy confesses with an ashamed voice.

Yondu grins satisfied and Peter stands up, entering the spaceship with his head downcast.

Looks like the Terran brat's learned his lesson.

"Good boy. Guess ya ain't as stupid as ye look, boy", a blue hand roughly ruffles the child's hair and the hatch closes.

"Tullk!"

"Capt'n?"

"The boy 'ere 's hungry and cold. Take care of it an' make sure he doesn't do anythin' else stupid", Yondu shoves the boy to Tullk, who casts a surprised look at both of them.

"Aye, Capt'n."

Tullk lays a hand on Peter's shoulders, leading him to the ship's canteen.

"C'mon, Pete. Yer lucky, we've still got sum leftovers."

"Thanks, Tullk..."

With that, the Ravager takes off his own leather coat, throwing it over the shivering boy's shoulders and Yondu pretends he hasn't seen that, turns and makes his way to his private quarters.

He knows exactly that they like the boy more than they'd admit and if Yondu was honest to himself, even he couldn't imagine a life on board without the little Terran anymore. A thought, that makes the corners of his mouth twitch secretly.

[techypen]

hi 🫶 may i request a sunghoon centric sickfic !! in the recent concerts sunghoon has been coughing a lot + his throats hurts to the extent his voice changed. could you write about him in his dorms basically some of his members ( his roomates ; sunoo, ni-ki, jungwon mostly but basically all) asking him if he's ok. and jungwon being the leader taking care of him most. you can add other symptoms but main ones are basically just the flu with fever. ty 🫵 hope your account grows, its really rare to see enha sickfic writers !!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Sunghoon - just the flu ࿐ྂ

Enhypen were coming to the end of their concert and saying their goodbyes to engenes, But as soon as Sunghoon spoke it was evident that something was up.

Sunghoon stopped talking halfway through his sentence and slightly hunched over tying to catch his breath. Niki came closer to him and rubbed his back to insert some form of comfort.

The members were aware that hoon was coming down with something considering he was sneezing the morning before the concert.

Sunghoon tried to speak again but his voice just cracked and his throat was starting to sting.

He looked up at Jungwon indicating for him to finish off what he was saying, because his throat just wasn't up for it at that moment.

The concert had come to a conclusion and all the members headed backstage, hoon walking slightly slower than the rest which caught Sunoos attention.

"How you feeling?" Sunoo questioned the sick boy proceeding to rap an arm around his shoulder.

"Uhh my body feels kinda achey" Sunghoon replied whilst putting most of his weight on Sunoo.

"Sit here for now, do you need anything?" Sunno spoke whilst guiding Sunghoon to a make up chair.

"Can you grab me some water?" The older spoke, his voice sounding nothing like it usually does.

"Yeah, I'll be back" Sunoo added whilst leaving to grab some water.

Once Sunoo came back Jungwon was sat speaking with Sunghoon.

"Do you think you got the flu?" Jungwon asked the sick boy.

"Mhm, more than likely" Sunghoon added pressing his hand to his temples.

"Heres your water hyung, everything okay?" Sunno spoke lightly, pressing a hand to the olders forehead.

"H-Head hurts" Sunghoon replied with his voice breaking.

"We're going back to the dorms in a minute, will you be Fine till then?" Jungwon added starting to get concerned for the older.

"Mhm" was all Sunghoon mumbled whilst closing his eyes and resting his head on Jungwons Shoulder.

Time skip to the dorm >>>

All the members were making their way into the dorm and Sunghoon was trailing behind again.

Heeseung turned around to make sure hoon was okay, but as he did Sunghoon started to loose his balance.

"Hey hey, what's going on?" Heeseung questioned his concern slowly growing.

"Everythings spinning" Sunghoon spoke finding it difficult to keep eye contact with Heeseung.

"You're gonna be okay, lets get you into bed" Heeseung replied whilst basically carrying the sick boy to his room.

"Hoon lay here and stay awake im gonna take your temperature, okay?"  Heeseung spoke softly, leaving to grab a thermometer.

Sunghoon just nodded as a response.

Heeseung left the room for less than 5 minutes and when he came back Sunghoon was fast asleep.

"Ah your asleep" Heeseung spoke under his breath, trying to put the thermometer under his arm without waking him.

That didn't necessarily go to plan though as soon as Heeseung lifted hoons arm slightly the younger let out a groan.

"Is he alright?" Jungwon questioned as he walked into the room.

"I think so, I'm just trying to take his temperature to see if he has a fever." Heeseung replied making eye contact with Jungwon.

The two boys sat at the side of Sunghoons bed and waited for the thermometer to beep.

"Aishh he definitely has a fever, a high one at that" Heeseung spoke leaving Jungwon concerned for his hyung.

"What's the temperature reading" Jungwon questioned.

"Uhh 100.7°"

"Ohh shit, that is quite high" Jungwon responded, pressing his hand against the sick boy's forehead.

"We should probably grab a damp cloth to try and lower his fever" Heeseung added.

"Yeah, I'll go grab a cloth and some water" Jungwon replied whilst making his way of of the room.

"Is everything okay?" Niki questioned Jungwon as he entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, Sunghoon does have a high fever tho so I'm gonna try to lower it" Jungwon answered the younger.

"Oh, let me help" the younger responded with enthusiasm.

Niki them proceeded to grab a cloth as Jungwon filled a bowl with lukewarm water.

The two boys entered the room and made their way to the side of Sunghoons bed.

Jungwon softly placed the damp cloth on to the sick boys forehead and as he did he let out a sneeze.

"Aishh hyung you really are sick aren't you?" Niki spoke with a sympathetic tone.

The three boys stayed in the room with sunghoon until they finally managed to lower his fever as much as they could .

By the time they were finished the sick boy had fallen asleep.

"We should probably leave him rest for now and check on him later" Heeseung spoke which the other two boys agreed.

The three boys proceeded to leave hoons room and join the rest of the members on the coach where they were all watching movies.

After an hour Sunghoon started to cough and sneeze quite a bit which alerted all the members.

"Ima go check on him" Sunoo spoke, and as he got up all the members were trailing behind him.

"Everything alright" Sunoo spoke as he entered the room.

"M-my chest" was all Sunghoon said in reply.

"Do you need anything?" Jake answered.

Sunghoon just shook his head and planted his face into his pillow.

"Aww come here"  Sunoo spoke whilst pulling Sunghoon into a hug which the sick boy wasn't going to decline.

At this point all the members were trying to squeeze up to his bed and cuddle him hoping to make him feel better.

They had all been in a huddle around Sunghoon for not even 10 minutes and most of them had fallen asleep including Sunghoon.

[aloneatpeace]

In Another Universe

Chapter 16

America in mystic

Falls

Sam was ready get out mystic fall, he was ready to do what was right. Though he planned to tell dean he knew dean wouldn't agree to this and sam being stubborn he decided to tell him when he reach his destination.

He thought leaving after the sun down would be perfect but he can't take risk waking up dean and his gigantic form didn't help either so he wait untill dean was going to get breakfast and then he will.

At least that was the plan but seeing a a monstrous octopus trying to kill people in morning wasn't in the plan.

He was stunned to the thing chase after a teenager.

the people around was screaming in terror as the one eyed octopus was causing destruction the large tentacles smashing around hitting the buildings, post and cars around.

without thinking Sam run towards them yelling cas name as he run towards the girl. thankfully she didn't trip as she run for her life. sam shout at girl getting her attention waving at her to follow him. as she was near Sam grab her hand and they both run towards the narrow alley .

the monster stuck to get in its shrilling can be heard as sam and girl run around trying to get away from the thing as it's tentacles reach them.

sam and the girl get the end of alley as the thing bash the things to get them. the thing destroy the alley way tentacles reaching out for them that's when Castile appear cutting it's tentacles with a sword as the creature cry out.

sam let out breath and before he can thank them both of them zapped out and now stand in dean who had two coffee in hands a paper bag in his mouth. he startle at sudden appear of the them. his curse cut off when he see the teenager with them and the blood on Castile.

" we have a problem " sam blurred out.

dean look at them before turning to the girl. the girl tense at his supervision before his eye bulge out dropping the bag

" please don't tell me your my long lost daughter and now demons are after you "

" no that is what's happening right now " sam tell hastily

dean let out breath of relife " ohh thank God," before an irritated look wash over his face " what's so important that you made my food drop " he mourn at bag that now fallen on the ground. he would have picked it up but there is teenager with him and he is not ready to embarrass himself. " who is the kid? "

" the kid in is danger dean, there is freaking one eyed octopus after her " as soon I the word left his mouth the from the distance the monster appear gaining on them now.

" son of bitch . what the hell " dean curse out loud now dropping the coffee.

bonnie and mystic Falls gang in the grill come out hearing scream come out. all going still at monster that gaining towards them or rather the Winchester brothers.

" what the hell is that thing? " damon questioning what he is seeing is real or not.

the thing speed towards them and before they can do anything they are all throw to sides as it grab the girl making her scream. cas recover quickly cutting it's another tentacles as bonnie cast a spell making the girl release from the thing. stefan catch the girl before she can hit the ground.

bonnie cast a spell lifting the street lamppost and struck the the things eye as it was focusing on Castile who cut another tentacle.

"okey what in the world was that ?can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here !"Caroline shout .

sam turn to the teenager "now is the good time for you to start talking " .

they sit in silence as America take a bite of burger trying to comprehend what she just said .the mystic falls gang rather stay in disbelief where as the sam ,Dean and cas appear to be understanding the current situation better than them .

"so let me get this straight , you're from another universe as in another earth " Stefan ask

America node her head " and you can travel across other worlds?" elena continue

"multiverse , yes i can travel across multiverse it's my power " .

"and that thing is after you because of your power ?" Caroline ask

"yeah "

"how is even real ,how do we even know you're saying the truth ?" Damon give America a threatening look that made her uncomfortable that's when sam interfere.

"that's enough " sam finally speaks.

"well I tell you this is isn't magic or anything it's pure witchcraft " bonnie exhale killing that thing exhausted her at great deal.

"I seen so many messed up thing but this take the cake " caroline take glance at the one eyed octopus that still laying in the ground. people gathering around to take look at it.

" this is one freaky town " dean mutter under his breath.

"can we focus on the Multiverse jumping here " sams word snap them back to reality.

" well well that's something something extraordinary thing to hear but i take that giant dead octopus can't top that " the overly excited voice of klaus make them all pull a displeased face as the Mikaelsons walks in with Tyler and Haley .

"who are they? " America ask looking at sam.

" they are original vampires " sam answer and it didn't seems to phase her.

"what is this? " Elijah ask motioning the octopus outside.

"long story short the kid can travel other universe and someone is after her" Stefan said.

"why specifically this child? " Rebekah continues.

"because there is only one me "

Haley raise her eyebrows at America sceptically "what does that mean ?"

" it's means there is only me for every universe and you have your varient but i don't that why ." America lost in her thoughts for a second " i need to get out off here "

she stand up " wait " sam call out " if you go out you only be jumping from one to another there won't be an end till they have you "

"i don't have any other option though " helplessness was evident in her voice .

" we can help you " sam give her a small smile .

"i hope you don't mean 'we' in meaning including me " Damon ask the youngest Winchester .

" yeah us too we taking a break from this shinnagens " kol hinted .

Dean roll his eyes as he silently praised to have the patience to not go batshit crazy on them .

"i would suggest that you all should help " cas who was silent all this time state forewarned them .

"why is that ?" is was question that everyone had .

at it was answered in a serious demand " because whoever get a hold on power have the ability to enslave the the multiverse "

"why this sounds like Lucifers plan to take over the world " Dean whine .

cas pull offended face " Dean i assure you my brother is not behind this or any of my brothers " .

"just saying " Dean raise his hands in surrender " what if it's Rowena or Crowley ?" .

everyone watch the angel thought for minute " I'll ask them " then he was gone .

"who would wanna hurt a teenager ?" America ask silently more to herself but everyone heard .

"well i can name few " elena quipped narrowing her eyes at the mikealson making Klaus let out small laugh .

Americas eyes bounce at them back and forth .

"we can all agree that you were annoying at times so it doesn't count " Rebekah exclaimed .

"yeah you killed my brother , tried to kill me ,kill my all family " kol claimed .

" you killed my aunt , sacrificed me and tortured me to no end " elena ranted .

the Winchester and America shared a look that screamed wtf .

murderous look raise upon Klaus face as well kol and Rebekah but before things can escalate further Elijah quickly step in as bonnie and Caroline pull back elena .

" i believe we have more important matter to deal with"

sam who seem to remember something hastily turn to America and Dean " Dean you take her apartment and have warding done I'll be back i need your key .

"woah where you going ?" Dean ask reluctant to give babys key .sam give sheepish smile Dean look at him with suspiciously then remembered when earlier they encountered the thing sam having a bag with him "where you going to hunt without telling me " .

sam shake his head at him " what ? no " he start to walk out Dean hot on his tails .

"then where you going Sammy ?" Dean ask getting annoyed that he is hiding something from him . "wait don't tell you where going after that chick " .Sam stay silent a guilty look on his face ." dude I told you. you can't go after her what's done is done . she clearly doesn't need your or mine help "

sam sigh loudly " i know but I have too . you don't understand dean . she just like us and she clearly need our help . i didn't even have a time to talk to her "

"i don't understand what ? your little crush on damaged people had to stop " dean yell at him

"ohh little Winchester have a crush on her " Damon tease streching out the word little on purpose . Dean and sam turn towards him simultaneously saying shut up before continuing.

" are you guys always like this ? " america whisper to bonnie next to her .

" yeah "

"you don't even know where she is ? " Dean state only to stand in disbelief at Sam's reaction " you know , goddamnit cas " .

" come on dean . i know you think it's useless but maybe she can help america you know she knows witchcraft she is scarlet witch for Christ sake . let me talk to her " sam paritically begging dean with his irresistible puppy dog eyes . the group even can feel it's effect .

Dean was hurt knowing that his not so baby brother was ready to leave him alone here and go after you who both of them barely knows it's really hurt him he don't know why sam was really hellbent on going after you but he didn't show it as usual.

"fine " dean said grumpily sam pick up his bag "but you're staying here I'll meet her now tell me where is she ?" taking the bag from sam

" what?? what you mean you're going ." sam take the bag back but dean take it again " stop doing that "

" I'm going you stay with the kid do your research " dean start to walk towards his baby "kid you stay with him " he tell america with stern look making her node .

" Dean "

sam meet with Dean's glare " don't fight me on this " .

sam scoff at dean before telling your location " don't mess it up " sam warn .

" i won't " dean get inside baby start the engine . sam watch as his brother .

the mikealson brothers share Klaus turn to rebekah haley and Tyler "stay with them, we will be back Tyler and haley you stay with the pack " and they leave.

Elena turn to america "you can stay with us at borad house "

"Elena i don't think so " Damon interface .

"no Damon i want to help her . i know what's like to be hunted by people who want you dead i want to help her. " Elena reply sympathetically

america look at her and the Salvatore brothers " i don't know i think i could stay in Kamar-Taj"

"what is kamar -Taj? " bonnie and sam ask at same time both had read about it old lores and grimoires

"that's where my I live or used to leave no evil can enter the ground after i lost my mothers the master of mystic arts took me in " america pull out a ring from her pockets .

" i thought it was just a myth " bonnie exclaimed .

" what's that ? " Caroline ask

" it's sling ring it's can open portal to everywhere within a universe " america explain as she use it creating a portal amazing everyone standing .

" so we just go in ?" sam ask america turn to them shaking her head " you don't have to you helped me enough "

"well i am with you tell your safe back home kid " sam said and he look back frowning when he see the absence of the mikealson brothers .

"where is your brothers? " sam eyes widen " don't tell me they go after dean to her "

Rebekah give him mocking smile " I won't " .

sam close his eyes letting out a sigh he have feeling it's all going to South.

only if he knew.

Masterlist here

[beecest]

Pairing: Beecest (Zoe/Chloe) Warnings: Kissing, Incest, Zoe does not know who Chloe is.

The first time had been an accident.

Chloe had meant to sneak into the hotel to detransform, and she had almost done it without a problem. Unfortunately she had never really paid attention to where her sister's room was, and had ended up just a few doors down.

She about jumped out of her skin when a familiar voice had gently called out to her. "Queen Bee?"

"Uh--yeah! That's--that's me!" Chloe had laughed nervously, internally more than a bit pissed off that Zoe couldn't keep her nose out of other peoples' business.

Sure, Chloe was somewhat going through her 'redemption era', as she had begun to call it, but that didn't mean she was just going to jump to putting up with Zoe. She needed to build up a tolerance.

"What are you doing here?" Zoe had been worried, something that had originally made Chloe want to roll her eyes in disgust. Everything Zoe did seemed so insincere, as fake as her actress smile. Really, who even pretended to care as much as Zoe did?

"Oh, you know, just... Keeping an eye out. You never know where the next Akuma might come from." Chloe smiled.

"Ohh. You're keeping an eye on Chloe, then?" Zoe's lips twitched into a smile and Chloe half thought Zoe was onto her. The other half of her was incredibly offended.

"Right. Chloe." Chloe coughed awkwardly. "Yeah." It was a good cover, at least. No one would question of Queen Bee had to keep an extra eye on Chloe of all people... She could understand that logic, even if it made her chest burn with resentment. "So, uh, I'll be off now."

"Oh, okay." Zoe seemed a bit sad at that. "Next time I could show you around, if you want?"

Chloe hesitated, still unsure if Zoe was onto her. Still, it was an easy cover, and surely next time she wouldn't get caught, anyways.

"Sure. Next time, then."

There definitely wouldn't be a next time.

Or at least, she had thought that would have been a one time thing. Of course, things never really go to plan when it's up to Chloe. Or Zoe, apparently, and eventually Chloe did have to take her sister up on the offer for a tour of their own home.

She wanted to sigh, to complain, but reasonably couldn't under the circumstance. Besides, part of keeping the bee Miraculous meant actually improving herself. She wanted to be a hero. A hero would accept a tour from Zoe, at least.

And oddly enough, without the pressure of her name or their lineage behind them, Chloe found she actually enjoyed Zoe's company. She'd never really appreciated before Zoe's dry sense of humor, but as Queen Bee she found herself amused by every word Zoe said. It was odd, but in a way... freeing.

The other heroes didn't know her identity and they were a great clean slate; they knew she was hotheaded, but they had no idea exactly who she was. She could carve out an identity with them, perfect who she should be, hammer out all those sticky details about heroes and teenage bullies.

Zoe was the same, but she was also.... Different. With Zoe, it wasn't just who Chloe should be. It was who she wanted to be.

The hotel was huge. It was easy to drop buy for more than one tour. And then, when they really ran out of places to see, it was easy to sit out on one of the covered pool areas. She could be on alert while still chatting with her new friend.

Her new friend that was also the sister she couldn't talk to during the day. The longer that went on, the more uncomfortable it felt. She knew, reasonably, that she couldn't be friend with Zoe as Queen Bee without making an effort as Chloe. She needed to change.

And there by the pool, sprawled out on a mess of pool chair cushions they had stolen from three different floors, changed seemed possible. It felt more real.

But it was also so close to being ripped from her hands. One day Zoe would know who she was. Would she be proud that Chloe had changed? Or disappointed that her new friend was only her sister?

Zoe bumped their shoulders together. Chloe giggled and bumped back. She'd never had this before. Not with Zoe, and really, not with anyone. She'd never allowed Sabrina this close. Anyone. It wasn't easy, necessarily, it still stung every time Zoe mentioned her. The bullying, their mother, it all made a dark cloud hang over their meetings.

"Our mother is why Chloe is the way she is." Zoe sighed. And yeah, Chloe was pretty sure Zoe had no idea who she was. That level of petty was beyond her. "Well, her dad is part of it too, but... She's just a smaller version of our mom."

"You used to live with your mom." Chloe said softly. They had settled in beach chairs, shoulder to shoulder, heads inches apart. It felt taboo to speak louder. "What was that like?"

Zoe sighed. "Not great. She was gone most of the time at least. I'd only see her once a week at most, usually less. I think she'd forget I was there."

Chloe hummed.

"I wish I could get along with Chloe." Zoe's eyes closed. Chloe took the moment to look at her, really look at her, watch the smallest muscles relax and tense in her face. Watched the way her jaw clenched, watched her swallow, watched her relax.

When Zoe's eyes opened again Chloe was looking right into them, inches away.

Ah, too close. Chloe turned her head and looked away, back out at the city. Zoe rested her head on Chloe's shoulder.

"One day you will." Chloe promised. "It'll happen."

It was Zoe's turn to hum. "I love your confidence."

Everything good in Chloe's life had to go tragically wrong at some point. And no, that was not an exaggeration. It was the simple truth.

Looking back she knew she was an idiot. She knew there were signs she should have seen, signs she flat out ignored. It had just been so nice to have Zoe's attention, and it would have been awkward to push her away, and.. And...

And Chloe was pathetic. There was no way around it.

Holding hands, leaning on each other, being so close they could practically kiss, she knew what it meant, she knew how it must have looked to Zoe. Zoe, who had no idea who she was.

It was only when Zoe's nose brushed against her own that Chloe snapped back into her sense. This was too far. This was past the line of flirting with danger; this was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Zoe was quick to try and apologize when Chloe leaned back. "Hey, sorry, I thought...?" The confusion on her face sent a pang through Chloe's heart.

Chloe winced. "Zoe, I... I can't, you know I can't."

She'd give anything to stop the frown that spread on Zoe's face. She was hurt, and Chloe couldn't even explain why. "Because of your identity, right? But that's okay! No one has to know besides us, right? Is it really that different from you visiting me?"

Yes. Yes, it was different, because Chloe was too far gone in her lies to ever come back from them. Zoe's hand was warm against her own, their fingers linked in a way that was more intimate than anything Chloe had ever done with anyone. Her sister. Zoe would never forgive her.

"I can't tell you who I am."

"You don't have to." Zoe's patient smile made the guilt in her stomach even worse. Her sister's kindness really highlighted Chloe's own selfishness, her depravity. "I know what I need to know about you. Maybe I don't know your name, but I know who you are."

Chloe pulled back. This was wrong. This was so wrong. Everything she had built with her sister, every ounce of redemption she had earned back, was shattering into pieces before her. Zoe was in love with her. This was Chloe's own doing, her own fault.

"Zoe--" Chloe's voice cracked with emotion, "I'm not..."

"Hey, hey, whoa!" Zoe switched to panic and softness. She used her other hand to cup Chloe's cheek. "Okay, it's okay. I didn't meant to make you upset, Bee."

Chloe closed her eyes. Zoe's hand against her cheek comforted the storm inside her. Everything felt so clear with Zoe. So why was this so wrong? How could the obvious answer also be the only thing not allowed?

Their foreheads touched and Chloe wasn't even sure who started it. Her eyes opened and met Zoe's, just like they had all those weeks ago. At that distance Chloe couldn't pretend not to notice the tears in Zoe's eyes. Not that she would, not anymore.

"It's okay, Bee." Zoe whispered. "I understand."

But you don't. Chloe would walk away from this heartbroken, but knowing why. Zoe would never know--

Oh. Oh no. Zoe could never know.

Chloe swallowed. She couldn't tell her, not now. 'Hey, remember when you tried to kiss me? Remember when you fell in love with me and I let you?'

Chloe shuddered and closed her eyes. She'd never tell her.

...Which... Actually... If she was never going to know anyways...

"Bee?" Zoe whispered again, "Talk to me, Bee."

Zoe would never know. They'd already come this far, hadn't they? Chloe was already beyond saving at this point. What was one more night?

Selfishly--something Chloe had finally thought she was past--she closed the distance between them easily. Zoe didn't protest as their lips pressed together; why would she? This was her friend, the person she was in love with.

To Chloe this was all that and more.

She really, really wished the kiss had made things clearer. She wished she had pulled away disgusted with herself. She wished the kiss had changed Zoe's mind.

Instead she hardly pulled away at all. Zoe's hands pulled her closer and Chloe was beyond the point of caring.

She tasted like honey.

[scarlet2007]

BTS reaction #1:- When they kidnapped you. Hyung line.

Warning:- Kidnapping, stalking, mental illness, hacking, yandere! bts, mafia, use of drug, guns.

Masterlist.

Seokjin/Jin.

You sighed as you walk towards Seokjin's room. Working at an asylum is hard and exhausting, especially if your working for the most wanted serial killer who also runs a mafia and does killing as his 'hobby'. You don't understand why they gave you his case, you have just started your carrier, maybe cause you are the only person willing to put up with his disturbing shit.

"Why are you looking as if you are sick, princesses?" Ah, there he is sitting on his chair calling you by the nickname he gave you in your first week of attending him.

"Cause I am sick, Jin," I looked at him, you still wonder how he has not murdered you. You were sure that you were digging your own grave but somehow the mafia leader takes a liking to you, which you don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he was a bit too touchy but he never really made you uncomfortable, just some innocent hugs and kisses, nothing much or nothing less. You don't have a problem with it as long as he was taking his medicines and therapy.

"Then you shouldn't be here, Princess, and I told you not to come here today why didn't you listened to my warning?" He came closer as you closed the door, he was towering you as he was taller than you and more build-up then you can ever get, it's not like you were a sporty person. You are a lazy potato.

"Jin, it's not the first time you told me that. All those time you warned me not to come at work, nothing happened. Now-" Before you can finish your sentence the emergency alarm went off, warning you that something was wrong.

"What the-? Jin, stay right here! I am going out to check what's going on." You were about to go outside when you heard gunshots coming from outside followed by screaming. Your body froze from the fear you were feeling, seems like someone broke in or a patient got there hands on a gun.

"I told you not to come here today, princess. Now you have to watch these all, my poor innocent baby." Jin walked towards you as you back away from him, maybe this is how you will die, at the hands of a mafia leader who do killing as his 'hobby'.

"Don't come near me, Kim Seokjin, or else I will hurt you." You said in a fake confident voice but your legs gave you out, they were shaking from terror. The gunshots continued outside, the screaming of terror and pain followed by it. Maybe, just maybe, you should have listened to him this time.

"Don't be scared, Princess. I will protect you, don't worry my men will not hurt you as they have given strict instructions to not to just you." He pulled your cowering self in his arms and kissed your head.

"Please...Jin- Let me go, please..." You begged helplessly as your tears began to ruin his shirt, not that he minds it. The door opened and a guy came with a gun, he looked at Seokjin and hand him a bolt, you can't see it because Seokjin pressed your head against his chest.

"Shhh, Princess. Go to sleep." Seokjin pressed a cloth, which you didn't even notice he had, to you mouth as you struggle before the drug kick in your system and you start to lose consciousness.

"Now you are all mine, Princess, all mine and only mine." That was the last thing you heard as your world went black.

Yoongi/Suga.

Yoongi was leaning against the alley wall as he was outside the club he owns as he was smoking, his right hand was bleeding since he just beat someone to death. He has dumped the body on a dumpster, which was were that bastard belongs. He heard some light footsteps but he didn't look up assuming that it was one of his men but when a bandage came in his view he looked up because his men know better than to offer him a bandage. He looked at the person offering him a bandage, he was surprised to see a girl, probably in her early 20s, wearing pyjamas smiling to him.

"Here, you are bleeding Mr." She offered him the bandage which he ignored.

"What are you doing here? This place is not for girls like you, go away before something happens." She made an offended face.

"What do you mean by 'Girls like me?' Just cause I am wearing a pyjamas doesn't mean you can judge me! Here take this bandage." She hands him the bandage but stopped as she eyed the cancer stick on his none injured hand.

"Huh, seems like I have to patch you up since your other hand is busy with that cancer stick." She sighed as she starts to take care of his hand. Yoongi looked at her face silently, wondering why is she not running away from him.

"All done!" She proudly said as she looks at Yoongi's hand. Yoongi looks at his hand, the bandage was done nicely, it even has a cute little bear character. Her phone chimed loudly, startling her.

"Oh? Yeah, yeah, I am coming! Stay where you are! Don't go anywhere!" She starts to walk to the main entrance of the club.

She looks back at Yoongi and yelled," Don't smoke, Mister! It's bad for your health! Take care of your wound, bye!"

Yoongi's eyes followed her as she helps a drunken girl who looks to be her friend into a car. As the car drove away, Yoongi realised that he didn't even get her name. He cursed and kick the wall angrily. Maybe, he will bump into her again.

The next time Yoongi meet you was at a cafe, you were getting a smoothie when Yoongi thanked you for that night.

He asked where did she get the bandage from and you answered by saying that you always carry a mini first aid kit in your car. By the end of the conversation, Yoongi gets to know her name, her number and her.

After that, both of them start to hang out more until Yoongi decided that its time to carry out the plan he has planned. He knows that the instant she finds out that he runs a mafia she is going to run away, which he wouldn't allow. That is why here she is, now drugged, laying on his bed in his mansion. He knows that what he is doing is insane and she is going to hate him for that but in the end, she has to love him again, she has to.

Hoseok/J-hope.

Hoseok first noticed you when you came with your best friend to his dance class, your best friend was looking after you as your mother was out of town.

You and your best friend entered the dance class, "Good evening, sir!" Your best friend exclaimed, making other students look at your way.

"Good evening! Oh? Whose that besides you?" Hoseok looks at you with curious eyes.

"This is my best friend, Y/N! I hope you don't mind her here since I have to look after her cause her mom is in another town."

"Oh, I thought she was your sister since both of you are wearing matching clothes and I don't mind her, why don't you join us, Y/N!"

"Sure, I guess." Those were the first word you said to him.

The dance session went smoothly, you were a born dancer, picking choreography quickly and even help some other students with some complicated moves.

All the things went smoothly until your mother came back to town since your best friend no longer needs to look after you, you stop coming with her to the dance classes.

Hoseok was disappointed to know that but at least he has your number.

From that day onward you and Hoseok start talking to each other every day, each day Hoseok obsession with you increased little by little.

Until one day, he kidnapped, it was not that difficult since you trust him enough to come to an abandoned place without telling anyone where you were going.

"Ohh, little one. I have dreamed of this day from day one, to have you in my arms, protected by me. Now no one can see you or steal you away from me, you are all mine and only mine.

Namjoon/RM.

All you ever wanted was a friend, was that too much to ask for? Well, it seems like it was since here you are hand and legs tied with a thick rope with a ducted tape on your mouth, preventing you from shouting for help.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible as the door opened, revealing you're so-called online best friend.

If only you never went on to message him in the first place, if only you stop talking to him after you told him that he got the wrong number. But you didn't, instead, you keep talking to him, ignoring all the red flags. You just wanted a friend but what you got? A hacker who used to stalk you through your webcam, who has now kidnapped you. You wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a psychopath- wait he already is since normal people don't kidnap people daily.

You could never agree to meet him at his house, you could at least told someone where you were going and with who you were meeting but you didn't since you knew that your parents will oppose the idea of you meeting a strange who you only know online.

"Aww, look at you, all curled up. It must be cold and lonely without me right?" No, it wasn't but now it's suffocating that you are here, you wanted to say that but you can't because of the tape and all you don't have a death wish, who knows what this psychopath can do to you if you angered him.

"Now that you are here, where you belong, why don't we get to know each other in person? Well, I know everything about you so it would be fair if you know everything about me too but let's not hurry since you are going to spend your whole life here. Aww, don't cry, I know that you are happy to hear it but don't cry, baby. It makes me feel like I have done something wrong."

Namjoon's reaction is a bit shorter than the other, sorry about that. This is my first ever reaction so please bear with me. I hope you guys like it!

[pars-ley]

One night

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Summary: When you meet a previous one night stand on a speed dating night, how can you possibly resist another go with the guy who turns you on beyond belief.

Genre: Strangers to lovers au / Speed dating au / One night stand au / Smut / Drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Oral f and m receiving / Rimming / Anal fingering / Bathroom sex / Protected sex / Sex from behind / Nipple play /Jimin with nipple piercings / Explicit language / Spitting / Swallowed oral cumshot / Mentions of sex toys

Word count:1.8k

Notes: This is a request for @a-violet-suga-kookie​ sorry it took me so long! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to @yutasgalaxy for helping me photoshop the pic for my banner.

Beta: Thank you to @eatjeanjin​ your enthusiasm and suggestions helped a lot

You walk begrudgingly into the room following behind your friend, tables for two all spaced apart and a big timer at one end. 

She smiles nervously at you and you return an encouraging thumbs up. As soon as her back is to you your eyes roll at the thought of what you are about to do. Speed dating is one of your worst nightmares, but in order to show support to your newly single and emotionally vulnerable friend, you put that aside.

"Welcome, please take a seat at a table and get comfortable. I shall bring in the other participants and we can start." announces the female host, with a smile large enough it looks almost painful.

You sit down at an adjacent table to your friend and give her a reassuring wink, before the door opens and the timer has begun. 

Mundane questions and boring responses are leaving you wishing you stayed at home in your pyjama’s and a date with your vibrator. At least you would be guaranteed satisfaction.

Suddenly, striking blonde hair catches your eye a couple of tables down and as you glance over he's already looking at you.

His full lips curve into a delicious one sided smile before returning his attention to his date. 

Park Jimin. Your thighs press together automatically, recalling the night you spent with him. Every perfect detail of it and him, sails seductively behind your eyes. The one night stand that was never meant to happen but did and blew your mind.

It feels like time stops, while you wait for another agonising two rounds for him to reach your table. 

"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He says, as he sits down in such a commanding fashion you can't help but find your bottom lip tucked painfully between your teeth.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you."

His pupils expand at your words as his eyes trace over your outfit, pausing briefly at your cleavage. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here for moral support for a friend." You tilt your head to your right and he glances at her. "You?"

"Would you believe me if I said the same? Dark hair, tattoo sleeve and big doe eyes." You look behind him and see who he means, recalling your conversation with him to have been the least boring here.

"What are the chances?" You laugh.

He watches you for a moment, a smile playing at the edges of his perfect mouth.

"You never left me your number." He interjects your thoughts.

"You never gave me yours." You quip.

"You didn't give me a chance." He raises an eyebrow at you. A simple move that he manages to make devastatingly sexy. "I woke up and you had vanished without a trace. All I had was your name and the taste of your pussy on my lips and you can't imagine how much that can drive a man crazy."

Hearing him say something so filthy so casually had your cunt throbbing violently with desire, a pool of liquid-want starting in your underwear.

"I would have liked to call you and see you again." He presses.

"I'm here now." You reply, leaning onto the table; your breasts swelling even more with the movement.

His hand on your thigh under the table surprises you but your heart responds instantly pounding wildly with need. "Meet me in the big toilet as soon as the break starts," the pleading in his voice is too hard to resist, not that you were planning on it anyway. 

He got up swiftly and just like the wind, he was gone. You receive a few looks from neighbouring tables, your friend being one of them, but you just shrug and smile innocently.

The much awaited break time was finally announced and you can't scramble off of your chair fast enough, out of the door before anyone else is even away from their tables. But disappointment pangs when you read the "OUT OF ORDER" note taped on the toilet door. Frantically glancing around, you decide to chance knocking. Much to your delight, the door opens and you are pulled in briskly by the hand.

The door is closed and locked as you're backed against it.

"God, do you have any idea how often I've thought about you?" He whispers, so close his breath fans across your face, pulling you in. His eyes burning with a need so fierce you're winded from the impact.

"Probably about as often as I've thought about you." Your fingers already fumbling with the button on his jeans.

His mouth crashes against yours, tongue eagerly dancing with yours as you become a mass of grappling hands and frantic kisses. He pulls away leaving you gasping for air but wanting more of his soft lips on yours. He pushes up your leather skirt and yanks your underwear down, pulling it off each ankle as he sinks onto his knees. 

He throws one leg over his shoulder and looks up at you. 

"Trust me?"

You nod and he wastes no time doing the same to the other leg, taking all of your weight as he plunges his mouth straight onto your needy pussy.

The sinful sound that vibrates through him as he tastes you has you moaning in response.

You're thrown down memory lane instantly, the way his lips and tongue explore every crevice, how he sucks just enough on your clit drawing his name from your lips like a spell. Even his tight grip on your buttocks keeping you firmly in place, makes you rabid with lust. You start grinding against him, unable to control your body. He moans against you, making you quiver signalling that familiar tight pull coming closer. But before you can let go, your feet are returned to the ground - legs wobbling underneath you - and he's turning you, your face pressing hard against the door. You feel his warm, wet tongue glide along your arsehole, the sensation nearly shooting you through the roof but he holds you firmly in place, spreading your cheeks harshly as he does.

Your toes curl as his fingers wrap around you and he begins massaging your clit. Your heavy breaths creating a pattern of condensation across the door.

And then his grip on you is gone and you feel unsteady as he stands and pulls his wallet out of his jeans pocket. 

When you see the glint of the foil wrapper, excitement blooms in your already tight core; coiled and ready to spring. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pushes down his boxers and glides the condom onto his generous erection. 

He wastes no time in pressing you back up against the door and sliding into you, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pauses there for a moment and you feel something hot on your arsehole that quickly turns cold as the air hits it and you realise he's spat on you. The thought has you clenching around his rock hard cock.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He says breathlessly. "Do you like this?" He asks as he slowly pushes a finger inside your rear.

"Ohh, yes." You moan.

He starts rocking his hips and finger in a simultaneous rhythm. Feeling so full and deliciously stretched had you dripping off of him. Your nails, clinging onto the door frame, embedding and no doubt leaving little crescents in the wood.

You feel the build up take hold to a point you can't return from as you tighten around him.

"Oh yes, baby, let me feel you cum around this cock." He whispers in your ear as you unravel. Spasming uncontrollably and calling his name from behind his fingers now caged around your mouth, the action just heightening all the sensations you feel. 

As your orgasm subsides, your legs trembling, he pulls out leaving you feeling empty. You turn to face him and his mouth is on you instantly.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says against your lips. 

Your fingers find his shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. The glint of something in the light catches your attention, as you hold him at arm's length and admire the sight before you.

"They're new." You say, genuine surprise in your voice.

He looks down at his pierced nipples and back up to you with the cockiest smirk. "You like ‘em?"

You shake your head, "I love them."

He grins at you pulling you in for another kiss as you can't resist pinching and rolling one of them between your fingers. 

He jolts but moans against you and bucks his hips, his dick pressing desperately against you, aching to be touched.

Your lips go straight for the silver bar, sucking it hastily into your mouth. The sound of it hitting against your teeth and the feel of the cold metal inside your mouth, all of it spurring you on.

"Go and sit down." 

You order, the light of lust although briefly sated had not died down.

He puts the lid on the toilet seat down and does as you say. 

On your knees, you gently slide the condom off and delve onto him with the same urgency he showed you. When he gasps and his hand goes straight to your hair, you can feel his wildness beneath you. Hips bucking up matching your rhythm as you take him in until he's hitting the back of your throat with every suck.

"Look at me." He whispers and as soon as your eyes hit his, he becomes a shaking mess.

"Oh fuck. Yes, yes, that's it." He strains before his hot, salty orgasm releases into your mouth. You swallow as he grinds into you, holding your hair off your face and watching every movement you make.

He helps you up once he's done and you both tidy yourselves up. 

"So, see anyone you like out there?" He asks as he does up his shirt.

You shake your head and scoff. "No. What about you?" You hate the small, sick feeling in your stomach at the possible answer. He's just some guy you've fucked twice, that's all.

"No, I couldn't keep my eyes off you." 

When his gaze meet yours in the mirror it's sweet and gentle, a complete contrast to before.

"Listen," he turns to face you. "I know that one night stands are not ideal to start with but I'd really like to take you out to dinner?"

There's a hesitancy in his voice that intrigues you, a very vulnerable side to the confident man you're used to seeing.

"What about after this?" You reply.

His eyes light up. "Yeah, sounds great." 

You smile awkwardly at each other and he kisses you on the cheek as if 5 minutes ago he didn't have his lips smothered on your arsehole. 

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 3 (Nesssian AU)

A/N: I'm very(read: kinda) sorry for cliffhanger last chapter. Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Language

2094 words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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Cassian never knew such panic. He knew he was being an ass for acting as if he had the right to be protective of her. Of the person he didn’t even know the name of. Of the person he felt drawn to and yet wanted to forget. Of the person who got under his skin so easily. Of the person whose beauty can bring the best of men to their knees and make even queens try everything possible to best her. He didn’t know her at all other than a few conversations that weren’t his best moments, but he still felt as if they had been together since they were just kids.

All of those were reasons good enough to get him to forget other females. But this woman, gods, this woman wasn’t like the others, was she? No, she wasn’t. He found her on her knees with a man standing before her in an alley on the way back home from the library. At first glance, his heart broke for different reasons. He started walking away, before he realised it wasn’t what he thought it was. When he caught the telltale whiff of blood and saw the glint of a blade from the corner of his eyes.

Undiluted panic and rage —both feelings he didn’t have the right to feel— spurred him forward, knocking the man unconscious and breaking a bone or two for good measure, only to find the woman laying on the floor, her heart beating too fast for her good. Cassian debated entrusting the man and woman over to the authorities. Somehow, Cassian felt that the man and woman were well acquainted before today. He felt all of this was planned from the man’s side. So he brought both of them to his house. The guy was shoved into the basement with a strong sedative. The woman was left in the guest room one of his brothers or friends slept in whenever they stayed over. He didn’t take her to his room. No, he won’t. That would rip open a wound he still struggled to keep closed. A wound that wasn’t even closed properly. That would remind him of images he didn’t want to admit was stored in his mind. One of those images rose, of the woman laying on his bed, golden-brown hair fanned around her flushed face, her eyes screwed shut in—

Cassian shoved that image away and sighed. He should probably have a little chat with the woman once she wakes up.

Today, when the woman didn’t wake up after one week of unconsciousness, when her face was ghastly pale, he felt the optimism that incentivised him slowly seeping out. He started regretting his decision of not handing things over to the police. What if Cassian’s first aid hadn’t been enough? Worse, what if he did something wrong? What if, because of his actions —done knowingly, or unknowingly— would be the reason why the earth loses a certain gray-eyed beauty?

Cassian was close to giving up. It pained him to see her like this. If not for the slight rise and fall of her chest he would think she was dead already. He slowly walked to her bed, crouched and tucked stray strands of hair behind the shell of her ear. He tamped down the emotion cresting in him. Her pulse was getting steadier day by day. He should be happy— his one week of taking leave from both of his jobs and tending to her was paying off. But his mind shot to the moment that day when they first met. When he was stunned by her beauty. Her side-profile, not even her full face, at that. That day, when he realised something deadly was brewing between them. It had been growing from that day, he realised. It was barely five weeks since he had known her— he didn’t even know her. They were just acquaintances. Still, Cassian knew he was falling hard for her. This time, he couldn’t contain the swell of emotion in him. He couldn't hold back the tear rolling down his cheek. He slowly slipped out of the room and sighed. To say he was screwed was a major understatement.

***

Everywhere hurt. Death was supposed to be one's liberation. No one mentioned that there was physical pain in death. There shouldn't be, right? One didn't even have a body to feel physical pain after death. Mental pain? Probably. Physical pain? A big no.

Nesta blinked open her eyes — which again, no one mentioned ghosts would be able to do.

Huh. She expected Hell —for the mistakes she'd atoned, she assumed Hell would be her place— to be all dark and gloomy. What she didn't expect was for Hell to have separate rooms— with furniture and bright blue walls, no less.

She wanted to sit up and get a sense of her surroundings and clear her still groggy head. That's when she heard muffled footsteps. She jerked upright —and immediately regretted it for her head hurt even worse than before — and her pulse raced. She paused. Pulse raced?

She cautiously placed her hand on her wrist, then her neck and on her chest to be sure. Pulse. She had a pulse. She wasn’t dead?

The door flew open revealing a hulking, heaving figure she knew all too well. What was he doing here?

Ohh. She closed her eyes against the onslaught of memories from the alley. Of Tomas. She opened her eyes to find the man sitting on a chair near the bed. Immediately she was keenly aware of the limited space between them. He silently passed her a glass of water she gladly downed, refilled and let her drink her as much as she wanted.

She set her glass on the bedside table and looked up at him, at the concern etched deep on his face.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” he asked.

Why is he being kind? Why is he making it difficult for me to hate him?

“Why am I here?” she asked instead.

“I asked you first,” he deadpanned. Typical.

“Mhm, nice way to deflect. Too kiddish, though,” she said.

“As if you aren’t deflecting,” he retorted.

“How about this? Your answers for mine.”

He huffed. “Whatever. So, are you okay?”

She smiled, “Me first.” At his glare she said, “I’m sick, aren’t I?”

“How nice of you to pull that card,” he murmured.

“Why am I here?”

“I found you on your knees, your nose slightly broken, bleeding here and there with a man holding a knife to your throat in an alley.” He shrugged. “I brought you and healed you as well as I could without gaining attention from the authorities. This is my home.”

She opened her mouth to ask her next question.

He cut her off with a smile and said, “My turn, sweetheart.”

She clenched her jaw. His audacity.

He leaned forward on his elbows. “Does anything hurt?”

“Yeah,” she allowed herself a small smile, “My head feels like it's being hit with a hammer by a particularly unkind person. My nose feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. My scalp feels like it’s being used as a cotton reel. I’m in dire need of a bath. Other than that, I’m fine I guess.”

He nodded, “Well, I’m glad you’re fine.” There he is, being all kind and caring to me again. He chuckled. “No need to give me that look. I’m just glad my one week off didn’t go down the drain.”

That was what she wanted to hear. But it still stung. Her head snapped up as realisation struck. “Wait— has it been one week already?”

He smirked, “Yes. Now, my question—”

She frowned, “It’s my turn.”

His smirk only grew larger. That bastard. “ ‘Has it been one week already’ is a question, my love.”

Shit. She should’ve thought about that. He was correct but still, “How dare—”

“Calm down, darling, calm down. If you want—”

She sighed and said, “Bring it on, then.”

His jaw ticked. He’s angry, she realised. “Who was he?” he asked quietly.

She drew in a breath. “That was Tomas. Tomas Mandray. My ex-boyfriend. He probably wanted revenge for putting him in jail.” She didn’t explain. She didn’t want to and he seemed to understand that. She slightly dreaded the next question. She put on her no-emotion face and asked, “Where is he?”

His face said he saw right through her facade. He pursed his lips, “In the basement. I figured the both of you had some sort of personal history so I wanted to wait for you to wake up before I did anything. He’s not awake; I’ve taken care of that but I don’t think he’ll be unconscious much longer. Do you need anything?”

She nodded, she was still in the same clothes as that day. There were blood stains throughout her black shirt. The mere thought that she hadn't cleaned herself for one week made her shudder. He didn’t change her clothes and she appreciated that though it seemed her face, neck and hands were wiped with a cloth. “I’d like a bath.”

He seemed to consider this before saying, “Sure. You can use my friend's clothes from the closet. The bathroom is there. Take a bath, use whatever you want. I'll get breakfast ready.”

He turned to leave. “Wait,” she called.

He arched his brows, waiting. “Thank you. For everything.”

He gave her his signature half-smile, “Anytime, darling.”

***

Making breakfast was normally very easy. Today, however, it was proving to be a very, very difficult task. Apparently, your brain turns to mush when the woman you've been drooling behind is bathing under the same roof. Also when you're talking to her. He found it a miracle that he didn't make a fool of himself earlier.

But he was sober enough to see the vulnerability behind her guarded expressions when they were talking about her ex-boyfriend. Gods, her ex-boyfriend. The anger he felt when he saw him in the alley was less than a tenth of what he felt now. He didn't know why he was angry. He just… was. He knew she was smart and brave and strong. But that didn't wipe off the fact that somewhere, beneath the tigress exterior, there was a scared little rabbit. He knew what he was going to do might be stupid. He knew it might not work out. Still, Cassian was going to arm the scared rabbit, consequences be damned.

***

Turns out, he makes delicious breakfast. There was steak, salad, boiled potatoes and a number of other foods. Nesta didn't know when she last had such mouth-watering steak. Not that she'll admit it though.

“Did he see you?” she asked after a hearty meal. “Tomas,” she clarified.

“No,” he replied, “I came from the back. His guard was down so he wasn't ready. I don't think he's trained in this kinda stuff. He probably knows a little but not good enough. Why?”

She shook her head. “I don't think I want anything to do with him. Would you mind sending him to the police? Maybe you could just attach a note saying you found him abandoned somewhere or something like that. I really don't want to get you into trouble either.”

She didn't dare look at him, afraid he'll say no.

“Fine,” he said. “You can call a cab whenever you're ready to leave. Take my first-aid kit if you want. Anything else?”

“No, no, nothing.” She cleared her throat. “Thanks. Again

For, uh, everything.”

Gods, why was she getting so flustered?

She packed her old clothes and some medicines he recommended for her headache, ignoring the pang of disappointment. Before she left, he passed her a scrap of paper with an address scrawled on it.

“What is this?” she asked.

“It's a centre I run with my brothers. In three weeks from now, after that Sunday, do you want to come? It's a self-defense arts centre. We could teach you a bit here and there. If you want. Totally no pressure.”

Nesta was stunned. That was exactly what she was thinking about in the shower earlier. Learn how to fight. Learn what to do. Then, payback time. She really didn't understand how he managed to read her mind. She smiled. “I'd love that.”

He grinned. She felt happy. Soon, she was going to give back suffering for all she got. Tomas was so going to pay. She's going to learn how to fight. Never again, she vowed. Never again would she be vulnerable.

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of coffees and holidays (d.sc)

pairings: Ballerina!Sicheng x CafeOwner!FemReader

rating: 13+

warnings: swearing

genre: angst and fluff

synopsis: Your and Sicheng's love story in five coffees with varying degrees of sweetness spanning five Christmases.

word count: 3k+

a/n: for @127-mile, I hope I did justice for your prompt. Hope you enjoy reading it. Happy Holidays! 🎅 Thank you to @neoculturechristmas for organizing such fun event. It can be read in chronological order if y'all wanted to. I promise it's a happy ending. Not proofread so please excuse the mistakes, I am so dumb. Please reach out to me if you would like to do so. - xo aria

Christmas 2019 - Espresso

Outside as flakes of snow fell from the sky, like a light shower of glitter from the heavens, the elusive holiday spirit seemingly present in the air; you watched a young couple huddled together to share warmth, fingers intertwined, cheeks glowing red partnered with coy smiles on their faces, and a family of three in admiration of their son as he showed off his Christmas gift. The streetlights emitting an orange glow providing an aura of softness, making everything come together to form a picturesque scene.

Heartwarming as these scenes were, they failed to evoke any emotion out of you; if anything you feel excluded from it entirely. To you the world behind the cafe's glass windows is just a film you're screening in the cinemas, and you were nothing but a mere spectator. You continue to stare listlessly at the throngs of people passing by until they all mesh into a blur of colors your eyes couldn't catch fast enough. That's better.

Inside the cafe although decorated with trinkets for the holidays there was an air of sadness permeating every corner and seated itself onto the furnishings. Lately it seems like sadness is following you around everywhere - like a shadow - and instead of trailing behind you it looms over you shrouding your every thought until it completely consumes you.

No one stepped foot inside the cafe and with no one to entertain your mind drifts to him. Sicheng.

How many days has it been? Since you last saw him. You've lost count, a lie you tell yourself to make the dull ache in your chest bearable. 

It's a torture how you could recall that day - the day you lost him - so vividly as if you are forced to relive it every time the silence eats away at your resolve; to tuck the moment into the deep recesses of your mind, where it can't hurt you. When every little thing reminds you of him, his favorite spot at the cafe, black turtlenecks and that undeleted grainy picture of his sitting in your gallery. 

You could never forget the look on his face, resignation etched into every crevice of his features, a forlorn smile on his lips. 

"I see," he said in a bittersweet tone before he turned his back at you. 

The slam of the door is the nail that hits the coffin. Sicheng is gone. He has already walked out of your life. That was the last you saw of him for he never visited the cafe again.

A month passed by when Sicheng called you. Your heart leaped as his name flashed on your screen and your thumb shakily pressed the answer button; afterwards lifting it near your ear.

There was no greeting as he uttered in his low voice that you have missed so much, "My flight to Russia is this Saturday." 

Your heart sank.

"I want you to see me off, ______." 

Don't go please stay with me but there are certain thoughts that weren't meant to be put into words so instead, "I'll be there." You reassured him.

But you never showed up at the airport that Saturday. Instead, you were at the cafe staring at the screen of your phone blinking on and off as a wave of notifications with his name flooded your phone. Why make things harder? As if him leaving wasn't hard enough. You pressed the power button long enough to shut down your phone.

The following days passed away into months that's a haze in your mind. You can't recall anything worth remembering. You quickly filled up your schedule with mundane tasks just to have something to do filling every gap of your vacant time. 

At night you fell straight to bed, your body collapsing from the physical strain you have subjected it with. Establishing a packed routine without idle time so you don't have time to linger on the dull ache in your chest - always there like a festering wound. This works until you find your list of chores unexpectedly accomplished earlier than you planned, the cafe shrouded in still quietness. 

Alone with nothing else to do the dull ache amplified to a crippling one and it bites you right back in your face, forcing you to acknowledge the hollow feeling that seems to reside in your chest permanently. Your eyes would be heavier, your vision blurry, trying to blink away the tears but ultimately failing as it trails down your cheeks; you clutch at your chest because it hurts and you regret that the last you'll see of Sicheng is that face of hurt he wore.

Christmas 2016 - Vanilla Latte

You placed the cup of vanilla latte sitting on a saucer on the table daintily, pushing the saucer across the wooden table towards the customer, avoiding to make any noise. The customer seemed so engrossed with the novel he is reading - nose almost touching the pages - that you don't want to disturb him. 

The said customer is a regular, there was not a month that he hasn't visited the cafe. Showing up five minutes after you flip the signage to open, with no fail not even a minute late. 

Wearing all black from head to toe, a tall lithe figure, and an androgynous facial structure, your guess is that he works as a model. Even now without trying he is captivating; he makes the cafe look like a set for a magazine spread just by lounging in the matching cherry wood table and chair, and you can't help but stand there and shamelessly stare at him. god really has his favorites.

His work must require him to travel to different countries and have photoshoots in scenic spots, oh how you wish you could also jetset to other countries. Packed schedule for the day that he doesn't have time to think about what he is going to do next. That is a luxury you don't have especially in the ber months for there is a decline in customers and with no one to entertain, your mind goes on an overdrive pondering on uncharted waters of how you have nothing else going for you but run this cafe.

Aside from his penchant to wear all black, read a novel while drinking his choice of beverage - choice of beverage you ask? - you see the other peculiar thing about this man is that he doesn't have a 'regular drink'. Most if not all people who go to a cafe know what they are going to order before they have set foot inside. This man doesn't, his eyes would flit on the menu, scanning from left to right and back again. It is almost ritual like, this would go on for a good minute or two as you drum your fingers on the counter waiting for his order. 

The snow is falling outside covering the otherwise grey pavement white, decorations for the festivities hung around the four corners of your quaint cafe. Yet here he is, nursing a cup of coffee instead of being somewhere else. Doesn't he have a family? to celebrate Christmas with?

"Can I help you?" The man said, turning his face slightly in your direction not quite yet abandoning the book in his hand.

"Ohh uhmm-" you were jolted out of your trance, startled you took a sidestep only to collide with the chair where a large unzipped duffel bag was placed. The contents of the bag spilled over. 

"Shit! I am sorry." You quickly knelt to the ground to pick up the scattered items on the floor, the man joined you. Charger, earphones, epsom salt, bandage, and tiger balm ointment as you picked up the items you also increasingly grew baffled. What a weird assortment of things. You reached for the item that somehow managed to get under the table and as your fingers came in contact with the rough material of the cloth you learned that your assumption of his job was wrong. A man's canvas ballet shoes.

I thought he was a model.

"What?" The man questioned. You wince to yourself you just didn't say that out loud. You emerge from under the table to find that the man was looking at you too intently for your liking. His eyes sought out yours waiting for an explanation and as if you owe him one you started explaining yourself. 

"Well, you are tall and extremely handsome so .." Cringing as the words flew out of your mouth. The man chuckled at your confession, a tell tale sign of a smile on the corner of his lips.

"I am flattered really but as you can deduct by now I actually do ballet." He rose to his feet and offered you his hand to help you stand up. 

Unlike other days where he will leave the cafe after an hour or two, this time he stayed and unlike other days where you find yourself alone in the cafe; you find yourself enjoying the company of this mysterious man. 

Where you quickly learned that all your presumptions about him have little truth in it. You learned that his name is Sicheng, and he is a principal dancer for the Korean National Ballet company not a model although with his looks he might as well be one. Yes, he travels but mostly for tours and performances. He practices an average of eight hours a day. 

Your fascination for his life spurred the conversation as if you were friends catching up with each other. With the book set aside and the contents of the cup long empty you two didn't notice how much time had passed. He bid you goodbye with a promise to visit you again tomorrow. As you watch his retreating figure getting smaller, the snow piling on top of each other over the glass windows of the cafe there was a smile on your lips - the warmth of a newfound friendship is akin to a good cup of coffee - making you warm from the inside out.

Christmas 2017 - Cappuccino

"Surprise me," Sicheng said leaning on his hip at the counter, arms crossed on his chest, when you asked him what he would like to drink. Standing there he looked like the culmination of your dreams.

Maybe it's the iridescent lights from the numerous christmas lights that flickered on his face making him look more exquisite or the grin he gave you after. You did surprise him but not in the way he was expecting and to be honest you are also shocked by your sudden brazenness as you lean in to kiss his plush lips. The kiss didn't last long, a little more than a peck but long enough for you to regret it.

"I .. I am sorry," you stammered burying your heating up face in your hands, embarrassed. You didn't even see Sicheng's reaction, was he appalled? You peeked through your fingers to find out, when Sicheng started laughing, tipping his head back a little, eyes crinkled in mirth, his right hand covering the half of his handsome face. 

You want nothing more than to shrivel up in one corner. He started tugging at your wrists, pulling your hands away from your burning face.

"Mind giving me more of that surprise?" The corner of his lips curved upwards, nose slightly crinkled, and you wished to etch his face to memory.

Christmas 2018 - Americano

He was late, you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it is now 11 P.M. and soon Christmas will be over. 

The americano you have prepared already cold, his untouched while yours halfway finished. It's fine though because you know that this will be the first of the many Christmases you have to spend without Sicheng. You must get used to spending it alone again. 

Musing to yourself your mind quickly took a trip down the memory lane of his last visit to the cafe before he got on tour with the company for one of the holiday stage productions. 

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You have only heard the thud of the door as it closed on its hinges. You are currently cleaning the countertop back bowed and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you meticulously scrubbed at the stubborn grease that won’t budge, lifting your head to do the customary greeting, when something or rather someone barreled straight to where you are, engulfing you in a tight hug that shoved you headfirst into that someone’s chest your nose burrowed deeply into the black cloth. 

Recognizing the intoxicating scent of light musk and citrus, relief flooded you as you hugged Sicheng back. You don't know how long the two of you stayed in that position basking yourself with his warmth just a little longer.

He's real, he's here a safe and solid presence by your side. You can count by one hand the things that have endured with you throughout the years, other than the cafe which you have run since your mother got sick, dropping out of college to keep it going. And one of those is Sicheng you've found in him stability and comfort your past partners can't give you.

Sicheng pulled away putting some distance between the two of you, his arms naturally falling at his sides. He was wearing one of his brightest smiles, the apple of his cheeks high and pronounced on his face.

"_______, I've been offered the position of principal dancer at Bolshoi Ballet in Russia," He can't help but smile again clearly enthusiastic with the prospect of joining one of the most prestigious ballet companies.

It took you a moment to answer settling with an unconvincing, "Wow." You don't know how to react with his news, but you feel dread in the pit of your stomach. You don't like the idea of him leaving. You try not to let it show in your face.

"I know. I was also surprised." As if sensing the change in your demeanor he asked concerned, "Is something wrong, ______?" 

"Nothing let me whip you a drink I found from the net," you brushed him off with a wave of your hand. 

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"Hey _______, I am sorry there was some minor traffic that held us back," Sicheng announced his entrance that broke your reverie. Setting his duffel bag on the floor to sit on the opposite chair facing you.

His hair tousled, cheeks rosy and nose red but despite his healthy complexion you can also see the pronounced bags under his eyes with a tinge of violet. He looks tired and in dire need of rest. Yet he headed straight to the cafe instead of his apartment. 

"Sicheng I've wanted to tell you something," perching your arms on the table to fiddle with the ear of the cup.

"Yeah?" Sicheng asked, staring right at you.

"I think," you cast your eyes down on the table, and with a small voice continued, "we should break up." 

"You think?" 

"I mean we should"

"Why?"

"I ... it's just that it will be easier for you." Your hands started gesticulating in the air.

"Don't give me that bull shit. You are not the judge of that," Sicheng replied in a cold manner.

"It's just you have this life before me and you'll also have a life after me." Your voice cracked, and you gathered your strength to look at him. "I am grateful that you have been a part of my life. You are crazy talented and right now the world opens up in front you and you deserve better. I can't give you that I ..-," clutching at your chest, "I am just me."

"It's nice to know that you think of me as some temporary phase in your life and here I am fool enough to think that maybe you'll want to come with me to Russia," a cruel laugh slipped from his lips, "christ, I can't even choose what coffee I'll be having and finally for once in my life I've never been so sure of anything," voice trailing, "but us.

"So I'll still ask because I know I will regret it, if I don't. Do you want to come with me?" Sicheng pierced you with his eyes, wearing his heart out on a sleeve. Leaving himself unguarded and hoping you'll come through.

But you have never been brave. "I'll stay and you go."

"I see," he said in a bittersweet tone before he turned his back at you. 

Christmas 2020 - White Chocolate Mocha

"I told you Renjun you don't have to do your shift at Christmas." You look up to reprimand Renjun, and instead are met with familiar feline eyes that seem to see right through you. There stood Sicheng looking like an intricate piece of art displayed in the museums. It is more painful to look at him than anybody warned it would be. It hurts how familiar you are with him still dressed in black - turtleneck and slacks, his trusty duffel bag hanging on one shoulder, he's still the same but now you are nothing more than a past fling to him.

"Hey," Sicheng walked towards the counter greeting you.

"Hey," you shake your head from the trance that took over you, "Oh I'll make you something."

"I'll have a white chocolate mocha." Slightly surprised by his request it took you a second to start preparing it.

"When did you come back?" You inquired as you moved about to prepare his drink.

"Yesterday night" 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Would you have fetched me?" He asked nonchalantly.

You momentarily stiffen evading to answer the question you throw another at him, "How are you? Is Russia treating you well?"

"Can we cut the crap out? As much as I love dancing, I don't like dancing around in circles. I've come back for one reason only." 

"Will you come with me to London?"

Looking at Sicheng standing there - after how much you have hurt him - you thought you will never see him again and you have long accepted that punishment. You are not brave and you will never be but

"Yes, I'd love to go with you."

what you have with him is worth it.

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[ahsxual]

Beach Dream

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

Summary: Arthur always dreamed about going to the beach. And now that he is with you, you decided to realize his dream the best way you could.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,6k

A/N: Today I went to the beach and, as always, I thought about Arthur and how it would be perfect to go with him 🥰 (I don't own this gif!!)

Your relationship was based on true love, affection, care, comprehension and mostly important, trust on each other. Both of you shared all your fears, secrets and dreams, one of them being going to the beach. So, since today was saturday and neither of you had to work, you took this opportunity to surprise him in the best way.

When you told him where you were going that day, Arthur was speechless. Not because he didn't want to go, but because his dream was about to finally happen. With you. His toothy grin told you everything you needed to know: that this day was going to be wonderful. You had a car of your own, so you decided to take him with you, since using public transportation would take to much time (without forgetting that besides that, he was always very scared and anxious whenever he used public transports).

Most of the way to the beach, you noticed that your boyfriend was very unquiet, balancing his knees at an immense speed with his hands tangled on one another between those.

"Hey, baby, it's going to be ok, don't worry." you said encouraging and smiling at him.

"Y-yes, I know. I uh... guess that I'm a little nervous. I never... I mean, no one ever taught me how to swim... What if I drown??" he was already overthinking too much, which wasn't a good sign.

"Honey, don't worry about it, ok? First things first, you don't need to swim in the deep sea. Second of all, I will be there. We're going to relax, to get tanned a little bit and I will teach you how to swim!" he looked more relaxed now, or at least his knees stopped beating too fast.

"You... you would to that for me??" surprised, he looked at you.

"Of course, sweetheart! It will be my pleasure." you put your hand on his left knee, caressing it with your delicate thumb to try to reassure him, which seemed to work. Like it always does.

When you arrived at the closest beach from Gotham, Arthur seemed to paralyze.

"Come on baby, we are finally here!" you said while walking out of the car to grab your things. Arthur followed after, yet very slowly, like he was still processing if this was really happening. You grabbed his hand firmly with your available hand to guide him to the place you were planning to stay. The beach wasn't full of people like you thought, which was great for both of you.

"Right here looks nice, doesn't it?"

"Yes, love. It's perfect here." he gently agreed.

The sun was burning into your pale skins, telling you that both of you needed sunscreen urgently.

"Honey, come here please. We need to be careful to not get burned. Specially you, love. You're very pale." you sound like his mother, but you didn't care. You would always watch out for him and take care of him the way he deserves.

While taking turns, both of you put sunscreen on each other, massaging meanwhile: Arthur’s hands were so smooth with the sunscreen and every gesture of his were so gentle, you could feel yourself in heaven and ready to sleep right away where you were.

"Don't sleep on me, sweetheart. Keep that tiredness for later on our cuddle session." you laughed at his cute statement, already missing one of your most intimate moments.

"Don't worry, Arthur. I know I can't sleep here and miss this special day." you approached him, putting your arms around his thin, yet muscular neck, and kissed him lovingly right after. He gladly returned the kiss, enjoying the feeling of your wet tender lips against his, under the shinning sun.

The sky was deeply cleared, unlike the grey days that both of you were used to see in Gotham; the sand was almost white, and it was way smother than you ever imagined. Today was a lucky day to bring him here, you happily thought. You knew this wasn't exactly like his dream, because this beach wasn't the California beach. However, you knew that he didn't mind at all: as long as he was with you and you with him, you were both safe and loved.

After you both made sure that everything was in place, you invited him to go to the water with you.

"Do you want to experience the feeling of touching the sea for the first time, sweetie?"

"Yes, but... please take it easy on me, Y/n."

"I'm not doing anything you don't want to, darling. I just want to see you relaxed and having fun."

"Ok, ok. Can... C-can I grab your hand? Please?" he pleaded with the most cute puppy eyes.

"You don't even need to ask me two times." you gladly grabbed his freckled hand with your own, leading him carefully to the water.

"Ohh, it's cold!!" he shivered after giving a little backwards jump from the sudden contact.

"I know, honey, I know. It's perfectly normal at the beginning, you just need to get used to it and then it will be the most liberal and fantastic experience ever!"

"O-ok, I'll try to advance a little bit." he deeply sighed.

"Take your time, Arthur. I'm right here, you're safe with me." after that, he got more confident and entered the water gradually, step by step, until he took his first dive into the comforting and now warm water.

"Y/n!! I did it!" he was so happy and proud for overcoming his fears and realizing one of his longest dreams.

"Good job, honey! I'm so proud of you!!" after that, he clumsily approached you, wanting to hug and kiss you immensily.

Moments after, you returned from your fun time, because he wanted to rest a little... but you wanted to return for other reasons: you were going to surprise him one more time, since you wanted to make this day similar to the one he had always dreamed of, and that's why you brought a spacious beach bag: and inside of it was a small ukulele! In the past days, because of your different work schedules, you applied yourself to learning how to play and sing some romantic and "beach vibed" songs to show him later.

"I have one more thing to finalize this day in a perfect way... just for you, my love." you widly smiled at the love of your life, excitement already building inside of you. "But you have to close your eyes first, ok??"

"Oki doki, ma'am!" he answered childishly, putting his hands in front of his outstanding big ocean eyes. You carefully took the ukulele out of your bag and sit on your towel in a comfortable position, so this moment could be unforgettable and perfect for both of you, within the possible.

"Ok, here we go. You can open your eyes now, angel." when he removed his hands from his face and his eyes landed on the ukelele that you were holding, he paralyzed once again.

"Is... I-is that a..."

"Yes, my love. This is a ukulele and I'm going to sing a song to you. If you don't mind, of course."

"Please!! Play it to me, I can't wait to hear my angel's voice singing!" he really looked like a happy child: where he would rescue all that energy, you didn't know.

"Ok, uh... I hope you like it!" you nervously said. The songs you have been training and that eventually sang to Arthur, were firstly "Over the Rainbow" by Louis Armstrong, and the next one, having a more meaningful lyrics, "What a Wonderful World", also composed by the very talented African-American Jazz player.

While you were singing and playing the ukulele, Arthur stared at you and listened so mindfully the entire time, his eyes becoming wetter and wetter after each word that you sang, and his smile grew bigger and bigger for each note you played. Despite your fear of playing some note incorrectly (even when you perfectly knew that Arthur wouldn't judge you and would still find you the perfection in person), your show actually went quite well, so you felt deservedly proud of yourself. Arthur then started to cry non-stop, which made you feel deadly worried. You immediately released the ukelele into your towel carelessly.

"Baby?? What happened?? Didn't you like it??" instantly your proud and happiness vanished.

"N-no! It's... it's not that, darling. The problem is that I can't... I can't even describe how this moment was exactly how I ever dreamed and so much more... S-so I couldn't help myself from letting my emotions out... Don't even dare to get me wrong, dear!! These are pure happy tears, nothing more. And this... this was perfection, my love. Thank you so so much for caring and loving me. I-I can't even imagine my life without you by my side... Believe me, this is way better than going to California: wherever you are, you turn that place into pure heaven." this time, it were your eyes that became full of happy tears. Arthur knows exactly what you need and want to hear, while being truly genuine with every word.

This day was memorable, one that none of you would ever forget... and one that you two would definitely repeat very very soon.

[c-atm]

“So,” Heartberry started, “anyone has an idea of how to take this thing down cause I’m not crazy about being resprayed.” she leaned back with her legs crossed, sitting on Mister’s lap.

“We can’t ambush it, the thing always on guard, despite having one eye, ” Mister commented as he slumped in their recliner a little, “resilient thing too, just bounce everything off of that plum-colored skin of theirs.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. Never faced anything so docile but, oh so annoying.” Witchy groaned, throwing her hands up in agitation, before folding her arms over her breast, pouting with puffed blush crossed cheeks and steady brows.  

The subject, how to take care of a demon who, despite being non-violent, leaves its victims comatose and foul-smelling.

So very foul-smelling.

They didn't know what it wanted. What's its purpose was, or if it even had one? Furthermore, it wouldn't tell them what it wanted...That or it couldn't. 

There wasn't a mouth on its balloon-like, limbless single-eyed body, an eye that changes colors and showed a whole lot of expression based on its emotions.

It should have been an easy kill, but it did have a high payout for its defeat, for a good reason too.

It has escaped the six of them three times so far. Leaving them all unconscious and reeking. Not even Amy was a fan of the smell. So much so that she chose to abandon the hunt.

Three nights of undertaking this task. 

Three nights of failing the task.

Three nights of smelling like literal defeat. 

Defeat took a ninety-minute bath and shower to scrub off and put everyone on edge, even after a night of sleep.

 None more than the resident witch. 

She woke with her eyes glowed with prideful anger, even as Dapper pampered her a bit, massaging her shoulders and fixing his lady her favorite breakfast, which she did appreciate but was too in her pride to convey it. Still, for the sake of the morning, he let it be.

The afternoon though, things hit their boiling point when they began to plan for their next attempt.

"I think I might have an answer," Dapper came in with a book in his hand. He laid it open to a page with the despicable eggplant looking demon. "Our target defense is related to its focus. The more alert it is, the more invulnerable it is, and believe it or not, it's a bit of a punk...so it's always on alert. Though, you can't really blame it. It's a rare demon and a big payday."

"Ok, so how do we take care of it," Witchy asked with a glare. 

"We have to distract it," Dapper announced with a smirk. "And what is its weakness, you ask." with a smirk, he pointed at a simple two-line description, which the three read.

"AHHH HAHAHA!" Mister threw his head back. "Ohh, well girls, looks like this is a job for you two."

Heartberry shook her head, "I knew it was looking at me strangely...Stop laughing." Her nostrils flared. "So...That's its weakness, so how do we exploit it."

"Photoshoot? Modeling? Music video!?" Mister chuckled, getting a headlock from his Connie.

"You know what? Fine." Witchy said coolly, getting off the couch and taking HB's hand and leading her out the room. "Going to pick up Amy, and we'll see you two in a couple of hours at that demon's base."

"My lady?"

He was answered with a slam of the front door, leaving the 'brothers' looking worried.

Two hours later, Dapper and Mister were waiting in the now abandoned apartment complex, waiting for their team.

"So what'd you think they came up with?" Mister asked, leaning back on a wall, eyes closed and hand in his pockets.

Dapper shrugged, looking a bit crushed." My lady is so damn prideful. Just hope she's not going to do something..Foolish for a win."

"She wouldn't be a 'Connie' if she took it on the chin, definitely if she feels she could win."

"Sis, stubborn as well, hmm?"

"Her most alluring trait." Mister smirked, opening his eyes and turning his head left, "speaking of alluring...Stars and Diamonds." He swooned.

Dapper looked over the same direction as Mister and arched an eye. 

Heartberry, Amethyst, and the duo of Sarah and Biddy strutting towards them.

Dressed in flashy, flirty idol outfits.

Mister whistled as they walked up.

"Keep your eyes and tongue in your head, Mister," Heartberry teased as Mister playfully wrapped her loose plaid tie over his finger. "Schoolgirl style?" 

"Yup, figured since it has a thing for the female form, we decided we'd appease its base emotions."

"I see devious." Mister flirted, "So..are you naughty or nice?" 

"I'll show you later alone." She grinned, giving him a peck.

"Ummm-"

"Yes...Always." The purple demoness answered Sarah's and Biddy's question before they could ask.

"Quite the plan you came up with, ladies," Dapper smirked.

"It was actually trailblazer's suggestion." Sarah started." Alicia would have joined, but she was needed at the church."

"How did you guys get roped into this?" The demon Steven questioned.

"I was promised a piece of the reward and amusement." Biddy announced, plainly, " so far, I am amused."

"Same." Sarah nodded affirmatively.

"Dapper." HB called, getting the demon's attention, "around the corner." 

Dapper didn't need any more than that as she morphed into a shadow, rushing to his lady's side.

He found her standing behind the corner, a cloak over her.

"My lady?"

Witchy leaped, red-face as Dapper formed himself from the darkness. "The hell, Steven. Give me a heart attack, why don't you?"

"Sorry." The half-demon offered, looking at his lady, " So? What are you doing over here?"

"Attempting to preserve my pride." She mumbled, "this is so stupid." She rubbed her temples with a groan before slamming her first to the wall. 

"I really don't get why you are so angry, My lady?"

"I don't like to lose."

"I know." He chuckled

"This demon beat me four times."

"Four? We only confronted it three times."

"I'm not talking just in battle!" She growled." I mean …" Witchy clenched her fist. " You know what, trash the plan."

 "This was your idea!" Shocks evident in Dapper's voice.

"I'm retracting it then!" 

"Why? It's a good plan!"

"Why? I'm not some...Cosplaying, dallying, cutesy, pop-idol, centerfold!!" The fiery witch roared upwards, 

"I'm a demon hunter! A witch! A warrior! A CONNIE MAHESWARAN!!" She continued, a flare of outrage literally coming from her mouth.

"Spitting fire, My lady."

He received a smoke conjuring snort as a response before she turned her back to him, her cheeky face pout returning, even as he interlaced his fingers around her stomach and pulled her to his chest, though it slipped a bit when she felt the rumble of his best from him chuckle on her back.

"Don't you think you're a bit too proud?"

"No! not at all!" She argued. "This thing has made a mockery of us. I mean, come on. Look what we've been subjected to." She groaned, leaning back into him. "Three nights of foul-smelling defeats from this one-eyed demon eggplant that won the genetic lottery in terms of defense and attentiveness, whose weakness is the 'allure of the fairer sex.'  How am I supposed to feel knowing that this was the thing that beat me...Beat us."

"It hasn't beaten us," Dapper looked at his flame. "We're still here, ready to do what we do best."

"But what we do best won't work, as long as it's on guard, we can't kill it, and all we have to do is get sprayed and humiliated again." Witchy retorted, "even against the likes of Stevonnie and Steven squared. It just repels everything before blowing us away in a noxious fume." The witch sighed in chagrin." And to cater to its taste...A demon's taste...How disgraceful."

"That's kind of offensive, Connie," Dapper stated, slightly crossed. "I'm half-demon, you know."

The witch's face flushed, shamed at her callousness. "Sorry, my dapper devil. I didn't mean it like that." She gave him a quick peck. "It's just this whole 'honeypot' plan. It's humiliating."

Sometimes it's a requirement." Dapper joked yet spoke truthfully, "you've been at this job long enough to know that, and you used you womanly wiles before, so why is this so different?"

"Because it might not work, and I don't want to look bad in front of you again, "  Witchy admitted looking down. "Especially against this do nothing demon, who can't attack more than letting out a nauseating gas."

Dapper kissed her crown gently, "My beautiful, prideful flame. You really let this plant sink its roots into you." Dapper laughed a bit before kissing her temple. 

"How are you laughing? How can you find even the most smidge of humor out of this situation?"

"The fact that this plant isn't threatening the populace helps." The demon admitted, "Annoying them to the point of abandoning their home for the time, but at least they're unharmed."

"True, it's more menace than monster, but that makes it all the more shameful." The witch complained, "we've battled true nightmares and won without breaking a sweat, and yet the thing that gave us trouble can't even speak! It's frustrating!"

"Irony at its finest." Dapper jest. 

"I want to win." Witchy declared. " I want to prevail over this creature; I have to..."determination in her voice.

"Well, then. We should join the others. We're holding the op-"

Dapper words fell short as Witchy's lips met his in an appreciative kiss. He was only slightly shocked for a moment before reciprocating. It all lasted a tongue-twisting, cheek caressing, hip holding, lip popping seven seconds before breaking off with a gentle -Chu-.

Dapper, a bit dizzy, turned upwards and breathed out a small heart-shaped fume. "Talk about your hot kisses."

"Pfft!" Witchy snorted before laughing into his chest. Holding him by the shoulder blades as he did. "Thank you," She whispered, adoring.

"For what?"

"Letting me vent, without judgment." She reached up, kissing his left cheek, "For making my favorite breakfast and massaging my shoulders." She kissed his right, "for dealing with my attitude in stride.

"It's no problem, My lady." He soothed, "I know your irritation comes from your convictions, your need never to let your people down." He kissed her forehead, "one of your most attractive qualities."

"Still."

"Still nothing. You are fine, not like you did anything insulting." He grinned, "You were just a sulky little witch."

"And impulsive."  She sighed, " whatever. It is what it is." Witchy surrendered as she walked out of his grasp, peeling off her cloak and making Dapper jaw drop.

She was wearing a dark blue collared crop top with purple plaid trim around the hem and collared with a loose-fitting blue and purple stripe tie, a pair of high thighs navy suspender shorts, some dark purple knee-highs, and black collared booties. Every curve that she hid was on full display, and Dapper was burning the visage in his mind forever.

Reaching to her back left pocket, she pulled out a hair clip shaped like one of Dapper's broaches as well as a tube lip gloss.

"Mind helping me?" She tossed him the tube before clipping her hair in a left side ponytail. Dapper nodded before taking Witchy chin in his left hand and slowly stroked the gloss across pressed the lips, giving them a shimmer. "Hmm, might have given you too much."

Before the witch could complain, her partner gave her a tingling, suckling upon the brims of her mouth.

It was sweet, swift, and soothing, precisely what his lady needed as he felt her relax under his kiss.

"Better?" He asked, reapplying the gloss again, getting a breath of calmness and appreciation.

"Yeah." She felt herself grinning, " you could have asked for a kiss, though."

"True, but kissing 'a idol' off guard was too good to pass." He gave her a playful and wolfish grin, making her blush and push him away.

"Gods no. I'm no idol."

"You're my idol." He whispered, pressing his head to hers.

Witchy pursed her mouth, pouting a bit." Well. I guess that's fine…" she gave him a quick peck. "but only yours."

"Does that mean there is a chance I'd get to see you in this outfit again?"

 "I'm more than likely going to end up burning this attire once we are done." She shrugged, teasing before backing away, turning, and walking towards the corner. "Come on, I'm sure the others are impatient and probably starting to head up to the roof."

"Of course," Dapper said, staring at his lady's confident stride before following behind her; idolizing the prideful fiery witch and all her perfect imperfection, as he always did.

[kpop---scenarios]

Heartbreak

Pairing: Changkyun x reader, Wonho x reader

Warning: Cheating, Smut

Authors Note: This was a suggested One Shot, I hope you guys like it. Please let me know. I love feedback!

Ps: I changed the ending because the previous one was done in the middle of the night half asleep and made no fucking sense lmfao

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You and Changkyun had been together for 3 years now. You had been with him through everything. Every win, every loss, all the ups and downs with the rest of his members. You were there. You never complained when you didn't see him for months on end. You sent him encouraging texts when he felt like he wanted to give up. You brought dinners to the studio or dance room when he was working late. You didn't complain about missed date nights, forgotten birthdays and anniversaries. You fought through all the jealousy of seeing him flirt with other girls. You did everything for him.

So you really had a hard time wrapping you head around the text messages you saw on his phone, when he asked you to double check what Wonho had said. He obviously thought he had deleted the messages from Wonho 2 , as if that wasn't fucking obvious. You can't have Wonho and Wonho 2 and not have it look suspicious as fuck. But sure enough, when you clicked on Wonho 2 you saw what you were dreading.

You hadn't really had an suspicions he was cheating, until you saw that contact. When you saw it, your stomach dropped. When you saw the messages, your heart shattered.

That wasn't you. It sure as hell wasn't Wonho either. Although heartbroken, you were pissed the fuck off.

Normally you were a nice girl, polite, funny, caring, dirty when needed. But when someone crossed you, you became petty as fuck. You're not one to fuck with and you thought that Changkyun was aware of that but you guess not.

Setting his phone down, you leave his bedroom and make your way to the dorms kitchen where Hyungwon was setting up all the booze for the night. It was one of the rare nights they didn't have anything going on, and a free day the next day. So you all were going to drink at the dorms and just have a good time. Kihyun and Minhyuk and Hyungwon were bringing their girlfriends over, so you weren't the only girl.

"You okay y/n?" Hyungwon asks you, slightly concerned.

You nod and make a "mhm" sound, as you pour yourself a shot of tequila. And another. And another.

"What's going on in here?" Shownu laughs, watching you take another shot.

"Y/n is getting a head start on everyone." Hyungwon laughs. "Hey Changkyun, your girlfriend is going to get plastered before we even play any games" he yells to your boyfriend.

"Y/n" Changkyun laughs, walking into the room. "Come baby, lets go sit." He tells you, grabbing your hand to take you to the couch.

You can already feel the 4 shots settling in, and truthfully you're getting more pissed off thinking about what he did.

How long has it gone on for? Who was she? Did he love her?

Finally the girls arrived at the dorm and everyone was in the living room drinking and laughing. You were trying to force yourself to engage and laugh. You had to plan your moment perfectly. So when someone suggested you all play truth or dare, you immediately agreed and practically forced everyone else to agree.

When your turn arrived, you still hadn't decided between truth or dare but either one you hoped it set you up for an amazing opportunity.

"Y/n, truth or dare?" Kihyun asked you.

"I pick both. Ask me a truth I'll answer, tell me a dare I'll do it" you answered. Everyone seemed to like that.

"Okay, who out of all the members would you sleep with if you had the chance? Excluding Changkyun" he asks you.

"Wonho" you say without hesitation, sending Wonho a little wink.

He choked on his drink a little.

"Ha wow, okay" Kihyun clears his throat. Changkyun's grip on your knee tightened. He didn't like that you answered so quickly. "I dare you to give Wonho a little kiss" he says, laughter erupting from his mouth.

With a smile on your face, you got up, ignoring Changkyun trying to get your attention. You walked straight over to Wonho, sat on his lap and kissed him passionately.

"Woah woah woah. What the fuck" Changkyun yells as he pulls you off of Wonho, who still looks shocked yet pleased. "What the fuck was that!?" He yells.

"What was that? That was me not giving a fuck about this "relationship" anymore, like you don't give a fuck" you yell, or slur back.

"What do you mean I dont give a fuck?" He asks you, looking hurt. "How could you say that?" He whispers.

"Last night was amazing."

"I miss you already."

"I know baby." You quote.

"W-what?" Changkyun stutters.

"That's right. I know. I don't know many details, so why not just share with all your closest friends. Tell them all how you've been fucking cheating on me." You spit.

Looking around at all the shocked faces of his members and a few of their girlfriends. "How long?" You ask. "How long have you been fucking someone else?" You demand.

"I-I don't know how it happened. It was on tour and then it just continued and I didn't mean for it to happen or continue" he cries.

"O-on tour?" You ask. "Your last tour was almost a year ago" you cry. "You've been fucking her for almost a year." You scoff. You couldn't believe it.

"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you?" Wonho yells, walking towards Changkyun. "How could you do this to her? After everything she's done for you. She stuck by your side through literally everything and this is how you repay her?" He finishes yelling, giving Changkyun a push.

"I-I know, I'm so sorry. I was going to end it, I was but I.." he says before you cut him off.

"Save it. I don't care what you have to say. And now, I'm going to go fuck Wonho and I won't feel bad. Because fuck your relationship right" you spit at him. Changkyun looks devastated but you don't care. If he could do this to you after 3 years, then why couldn't you?

Grabbing Wonho by the collar of his shirt, you drag him into his room. As much as you wanted too you're not that shitty as to fuck his friend on your ex boyfriends bed.

"A-are we really doing this?" Wonho asks you, hesitant.

"Do you want to do this?" You ask.

He nods his head.

You lift your shirt over your head and throw it, somewhere. Wonho takes a sharp inhale of breath at the site of your lacy bra. Next you slip off your jeans, to expose your matching thong.

Another deep breath.

You undo your bra and let it slide down your arms.

Cocking your head to the side you look at Wonho who is just staring and appreciating your body.

"Are you just going to stare and lick your lips or are you going to fuck me?" You ask him.

"Definitely fuck you" he says walking towards you while discarding his own shirt, exposing his very very toned and muscular upper body.

"Fuck" you whisper. Once he reaches you, Wonho grabs your waist and picks you up, you wrap your legs around his waist as he backs the both of you to the wall.

Leaning in, he kisses you. It's needy and sloppy but you like it. Moving your hips, you grind yourself on him. Already you can feel his cock slightly poking you from inside his jeans.

Pulling away from the kiss, you signal for him to put your down. When you're on the floor, you quickly fumble undoing Wonho's jeans. Pulling them down, boxers included, you watch his cock spring free and hit his stomach.

Your mouth is watering.

Taking him in your hand, you begin pumping him a few times before licking his head. Wonho throws his head back and let's out a small moan/groan in appreciation and frustration.

Deciding you had enough fun teasing him, you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, hollowing out your cheeks, you allow him to thrust himself into your mouth.

"Shit baby, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock" he moans, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. Lifting you off the ground, he swiftly throws you onto his bed.

Laying on his stomach, he forces your knees open, and leans down licking a strip up your soaked pussy.

"Ohh fuck" you yell. Wonho starts harshly sucking on your clit, then adds two fingers and starts pumping in and out of you. It's almost too much you handle. You're wiggling around the bed. Wonho has forced your hips down so you can't grind on his face. It was almost unbearable.

"Fuck" you moan. "I'm going to cum" you yell, and he halts all movements. Licking his lips, he removes his fingers from inside you causing you to cry out.

"Mhm. You look so sexy when you're about to cum" he growls.

"I look even better when you actually let me cum, what the fuck" you cry.

"I want you to cum on my cock" he tells you with a head tilt and a smirk.

"Fine then fuck me" you pant.

"Gladly" he tells you, crawling up the bed, laying down. "Ride me" he demands.

Swinging your leg over him, you hover above his cock, slowly sinking down. Wonho had other ideas and he thrust harshly into you.

Leaning forward, you can't adjust to how fucking big he is and how he fills you up because he is just snapping his hips into you.

"Shit baby" he moans, tightly grabbing your waist, you're sure it'll leave bruises.

Moving your hips with the rhythm of his, it wasn't long before you felt your orgasm fast approaching. Wonho clearly wasn't far behind as his breathing started to become uneven.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm gunna cum" you yell, Wonho lifts a hand off your waist and tightly wraps it around your throat right as your orgasm hits. It intensifies it by 100%. Your walls clench around Wonho and he continues to violently thrust into you, trying to chase his own high.

"Fucking clench your pussy around my cock again" he demands. You clench as tight as you can, making his thrusts more violent.

"Fuck I'm gunna cum" he yells as his seed coats your walls and you continue to grind on him, pumping out every ounce you can get.

Laying ontop of him, you're both panting, trying to catch your breath.

Getting up, you go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up and get dressed.

Both you and Wonho sneak out of his room to overhear the conversation happening in the living room.

"Dude what the fuck is going on seriously. You haven't said anything. How could you cheat?" Jooheon yells.

"How could you not say anything about her fucking Wonho? I'm so fucking lost on why you're just standing there" Shownu says in disbelief.

"I fucking deserve it. I fucked up" Changkyun says, head still hanging down.

Walking out with your head held high, you grab your purse, say bye to everyone, place a small kiss on Wonho's lips and make your way to the door.

"Y/n please wait" Changkyun cries.

Turning to look at him, you look him straight in the eyes.

"Go fuck yourself" you spit, with a single tear escaping your eyes. Walking out of the dorm, you felt your heart break all over again.

[queenattheopera]

Star-Crossed Lovers

Ben Hardy x Reader & Joe Mazzello x Reader

This will be a series..

Prompt: Reader tries to form a relationship with Joe Mazzello but things don’t turn out like planned.

Warnings: light swearing

I posted this later then I said I would, I’m sorry

Being friends with Joe meant spending almost all of our time free time together. Now as a huge fan of his I would have never expected to actually forge a friendship with him. He’s older, an actor, and he seems really busy. Despite all this we had found a way to become really close friends.

“Move your legs.” I was spread across his couch in his apartment when he had walked up to me holding a bowl of popcorn. Without looking up from my phone, I had lifted my legs and softly lowered them back onto his lap. I haven't known him for that long so I wasn't sure how he would react to this but he didn't seem to mind. He put the bowl between us and then pressed play on the movie. “I still don't believe that you've never seen Jurassic Park. I mean it's a classic.” I leaned towards the coffee table to put my phone down. He held my legs so I wouldn't fall, but as I was on the couch again he didn't pull his hand away from my thigh. I blushed a little and I could feel my heart start racing. Ignoring the feeling, I look at the t.v. but i continued to watch him from the corner of my eye.

“I'm not shiting you. I have never in my life, seen Jurassic Park. Do you know who’s in it?” I turn to look at him with a smirk as he playfully rolled his eyes. “Oh i'm not sure I remember, but my favorite character is this really smart kid.” I laughed. Even though the movie started I couldn't tear my eyes off of Joe.

He notices me staring and touches his face, my smile falters for a second because of the lack if warmth where his hand rested. “What? Is there something on my face?”

“No, I just thought I saw a dinosaur behind you.” Instead of rolling his eyes like I expected, his eyes went wide. He begins to turn around slowly. Once he fully turns around he pretends to get attacked and throws himself on me.

“Ahhhhhh, Y/N!! Save yourself!!” I burst out in laughter as thrashes around and tries to defend himself against the imaginary dinosaur. I try my best to hold the popcorn away from him. “Joe!! You’re going to spill the popcorn all over the floor, stop!” He suddenly lays motionless on my stomach. His mouth is wide open and I try to get him to move. “Joe, cmon I know your not dead.”

He still doesn’t move so I start throwing some popcorn towards his mouth. I miss the first few but he moves to catch the last one.

He starts to laugh while chewing the piece he caught. “You have terrible aim,” I rolled my eyes. “Like you could do any better.”

“I’m sure I can.” Joe rolls over onto his stomach, now resting in between my legs. He takes a hand full of popcorn and closes one eye to get a better aim. I open my mouth but I couldn’t keep myself from laughing as I watched him. He throws one and makes it into my mouth. “See! I told you I could do it!”

“It was a lucky shot!” He takes aim again and waits for me to stop moving. This time I moved on purpose so he would miss. I did this one more time before he gives up. “Those don’t count you cheated!”

I laughed at his pouty face, “What are you gonna do about it?” He smiled mischievously and before I could escape he starts to tickle me. “Joe!! Omg stop!” I was laughing loudly as I tried to pry his hands off me.

He suddenly stops and I look down to see him smiling gently towards me. I feel the butterflies in my stomach and I knew I started to blush. I look back at the t.v. and refuse to say anything.

I feel him move to get comfortable but he stays on my lap. We were both quiet for a while but I knew both of us would take glances at each other. Occasionally our hands would touch when grabbing popcorn but neither of us did anything after. When Joe was on screen I began to gush over him.

“Joe look at you!! You were so cute! Awww little baby Joey-“ “Hey!” I looked at him, he was slightly offended, “I’m still cute!” I tried to hold back a laugh and instead I ran my hand through his hair.

“Well I’d say you're definitely hotter now.” I give him a smirk and wink. I immediately regretted it as I started to blush. Still I tried to remain calm and looked at the t.v. I could see him still staring from the corner of my eye. When I face him again I could see a light blush on his face. We hold eye contact for what seems like forever. I’m trying to memorize the color of his eyes and the slight curl of his hair. He seems to realize he’s still staring and and quickly turns back to the t.v.

I run my fingers through his hair. It was really soft and it definitely felt longer than it looked. He hums at the contact and begins to settle into his spot. It wasn’t too long after that I heard a light snore come from him. I giggled and I pulled my hand away. Joe noticed and woke up an in instant. He didn’t open his eyes, instead he just felt around for my hand and placed it back on his head.

I started running my hands through his hair again and he slowly went to sleep again. I watched him move a bit as I continued to stroke his head. Not much time later I had fallen asleep too.

It doesn’t take much to wake me up so when there was a knock at the door I was the one to get up and answer it. I was still half asleep and I’m pretty sure my hair didn't look the best but at this very moment I didn’t care.

I opened the door and I was met with a very surprised Ben Hardy. My eyes went wide but I quickly put out held out my hand, “um hi, im y/n,,” he smirks and takes my hand.

“Ben.” I laugh lightly, “ohh um you must be here for Joe. He’s asleep in the living room.”

His face immediately lights up and I could see him beginning to put a plan together. He walks in and I close the door behind him. I watch as he slowly tries to squeeze next to Joe on the couch. He’s actually able to pull it off and is then spooning him. Ben tucks his head into the crook of Joe’s neck.

“Mmhm Y/n..” My eyes go wide and I start to blush as I realize that he thinks I’m the one cuddling with him. “That’s not my name love, try again.” Ben was whispering extremely close to his ear. It must have scared the crap out of him because a second later Joe threw himself off the couch. He was panting and had his hand over his heart. After seeing Ben and I laughing, he relaxed onto the floor and put his hands over his face.

I walked over to him kneeled next to his face. I stroked his head, “Joe are you okay?” I was trying not to laugh. He nods and I look back up at Ben. He was staring at me, I held his gaze before talking to him. “You really did a number on him.”

“Ohh he’ll be fine.” He sits up a pats Joe’s shoulder, “Right buddy.” Joe takes his hands off his face and quickly sits up. As he sat up I could’ve sworn his face was red. The boys stand up and start to greet each other. I begin to clean up the mess from last night then head to the kitchen.

“Y/n Darling would you like to join us for breakfast?”

“Ben I told you she’s busy today-”

“I would love to go.” Joe looks surprised, but he doesn’t say anything else.

Pushing past the boys I walk around the house to gather all my stuff. “Y/n I’m gonna go start the car, speed it up!”

“I’m almost ready!!” I fixed my hair and applied some chapstick before heading towards the front door. Ben is still standing there and rush towards him.

“Are you ready?” I nod, “Oh okay.” Before I could walk past him, he grabs my hand. His confident stance faltered for a second, “Are you and Joe dating or something?”

I freeze and debate what I should tell him. I mean I have the biggest crush on Joe but we’ve never crossed that line.

“No, um we’re just friends.” He smiles and he doesn’t let go of my hand. “We should get going, wouldn’t want to keep him waiting.” Ben nods and closes the door behind us.

The walk to the car was silent and I refused to look at him. We see Joe waiting at the curb and I decide to sit in the back. In the car we begin to listen to Queen songs and none of us hesitate to sing along. At one point the boys stopped singing. I didn’t notice as I sang some of the highest notes. When the song was finished both of them were awestruck and they gave me an applause.

“I’ve never heard you sing like that, where did that come from?” I looked at Joe through the rear view mirror and shrug.

Not long after we were sitting eating breakfast. Ben sat himself next to me and Joe across from us.Ben’s arm was resting on the seat behind me and he was sitting pretty close. Joe didn’t appreciate the proximity and he would occasionally glare at him.

“Joe are you okay?” He looks surprised by the question, but begins to nod. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” I could tell he was lying but I thought it best to ask him later.

“So y/n, we’ve been doing all the taking, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I look at Ben and I’m a little shocked by how close we were sitting.

“Well I uhh work in retail while studying to get my masters degree in business management.” He nods, I notice that his gaze never leaves my face and I couldn’t help but be a little intimidated. I look at Joe with a plead for help but his gaze was purely on Ben. “What do you plan on doing after?” The question caught me off guard, but I quickly recover and turn my attention back to Ben.

“Well I’ve been think of opening a jazz club, it would put my bachelors degree in music to good use.”

“That’s not what you said before-” “That sounds awesome, you know if you ever need a drummer just let me know.” I avoid eye contact with Joe and Ben and instead look at the table. “Oh, thanks for the offer, I’ll keep that in mind.”

We were all silent for a few seconds and I thought it would be best to leave the tension.

“Um I’m going to the bathroom excuse me,” as soon as Ben had gotten up from the booth I quickly made my way to the bathroom. I then turned and looked at myself in the mirror. I don’t understand Joe, I haven’t know him too long but right now he definetly wasn’t being himself. I couldn’t tell what was going through his head. After pacing for a bit I took a deep breath and made my way back to the boys.

Walking towards them, I made eye contact with Joe. I smiled and gave him a small wave. He waved back and for a that very short moment he seemed okay. Catching Ben’s gaze was different. His gaze was longing. I decided to smile towards him too and his face lit up just like before.

I’m not sure what they had said while I was gone but the dynamic of the group was different. Joe was more withdrawn but Ben stopped flitting. “Miss me?” I was trying to lighten the mood but both of them just laughed awkwardly.

Soon the conversation balanced out and we were talking about how the two became friends. Ben kept trying to show off and started becoming more flirtatious. Before we left the restaurant Joe had left to the bathroom.

“Y/n I’m really enjoying spending time with you.” I look at him and he suddenly avoids eye contact. He was being shy, it was cute. “Um here’s my number, we should hang out. Let me know if your free next week.”

“Thanks, I’ll have to check my work schedule but I would really like that.” His cheeks begin to flush and he meets my gaze. He looked excited, it actually made my heart skip a beat. I suddenly felt guilty for feeling this way. It was like I was betraying Joe, but we weren’t dating. I felt my stomach drop when he came back. I wanted to apologize but I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Once Joe was back they drove me home, so I was left in my apartment to analysis today’s events. Walking into the bathroom I drew a bath and as I was taking off my jeans a piece of paper with the number Ben had given me fell out of my pocket. I stared at it for a while before puting it away in a box.

Back in the bathroom I slowly stepped into the bath. That’s when I decided that I would tell Joe about my feelings. I was nervous just thinking about telling him, but the flutter of my heart when imagining a future together made it all worth while.

[chloe-spade]

iZombie Au: Sander Sides

You think your life would harder when you become an adult or get a job you hated the most?

The day my life went...south..for me and for everyone around me.

The day of a The Lake Washington Massacre...

I was a very known surgeon, doctor and nurse. I was very known for it.

Oh my name? My name is Virgil Dusk, a former loved doctor and a loving boyfriend to fiance to....

A brain-eating zombie....

"Sir?"

Virgil looked up at the saleswomen.

"Oh...sorry."Virgil muttered taking the purple die from the women's hand and quickly zoomed away, eyes avoiding every person who walked past him.

Virgil Dusk

28 years old

Has been a Zombie for 4 years straight

He still remembered that day like it was yesterday.

*4 years ago*

"Seeya Virge!"Some co-workers shouted as they aproched their cars.

"Hello, my dear chemically imbalance romance~!"A voice came in front of Virgil.

His fiance, Roman Delightful, his high school sweetheart to the end.

Virgil jumped and laughs."Roman!"

Roman held Virgil in his arms and gave him a tender kiss.

Virgil giggles and pushes him away."Ok,Ok! Are you ready for our date night."

"You bet."

"Hey, Virge! Wanna go to this sweet boat party?" Said Harold Johnson, Virge's co-worker, and a total party animal.

"Seriously? Uh...I'm not much of a party person let alone be being a extrovert in general..that's Roman."

"I think it's a great idea to celebrate your promotion of this amazing job."

Virgil sigh in defeat and kisses Roman's cheek."Wait for me when I get back?"

"Of course."

Virgil Smiles and follows Harold to the car and went off to the boat party.

But it wasn't what Virgil expected.

Virgil stared down at his cup of tea as he look at guys chugging on a weird drink and their eyes turns a deep red and growls left their mouths.

Virgil gasp and trembled as he saw the horrifying imagery as people's skulls opens ans brains were eaten.

Virgil ran off the boat ignoring his badly scratched arm and jumped into the ocean like it was no tomorrow for him.

As Virgil's eyes open, he could only see yellow and he burst his open his bag he was surprisingly in and coughs up the water he gulped.

He looked around and see a scared ambulance men running as fast as he could.

Once I woke up...I suddenly felt the urge to eat... brains....

It was an unexpected urge...but I felt like I needed it...more then anything..

*Now*

Virgil gets up from his bed and groans as the his night was another sleepless one.

He gets up to change to a nice black buttoned shirt and his normal black and purple knitted jacket, grabbing his headphones and phone and trotted to the kitchen, greetings by an unexpected hug.

"Oh, Virgil, why you look...oddly cute as ever." Mrs. Dusk cooed."And I like the purple aesthetic you did with your hair. It's worked."

Virgil cracked info a small smile.

"Hey, kiddo!" greeted his roommate and bestie since high school, Patton.

Patton

31 years old

Virgil's bestest friend/roommate

"Hey, Pat."He said with a smile.

Patton is unaware of Virgil's newly zombie habits, and Virgil prefers to keep it that way cause how fragile Patton is.

"Oh, got to get to work. Also, make sure to pick up my costume for fhd Halloween expo tonight, I'd hate to be there without a costume.

"I'm just happy that you're participating."Thomas, Virgil's younger brother, said with his usual goofy smiles that Virge loved.

"I'm glad to be with the-!?"

"There for the family?"

Virgil Blushes and looks up to see Roman."Come on, it'll at least help us to get what we lost?"

Virgil chuckles."Sure thing."

Roman Delightful

30 years old

Virgil's ex-fiance to current boyfriend.

It's weird to reunite a spark with Roman after I broke things off our of fear but he was to determined to get me back so I let him have a second chance so he won't stop nagging me..

"But seriously, I need to get to work.", Virgil said, leaving the house and walks to the Police Department at the 6th floor at the city's morgue.

"You're lucky to be on time, Virgil."Said a harsh gone, placing the body on the table.

"Nice to see you too, Logan."

Logan Smith

Age 37

Virgil's boss and an extremely smart man

Virgil chuckles and puts in his labcoat and walks down.

"I am sorry for that tone but I am going to be a little more softer."

Virgil worked in Medical PhD for the last 2 years so he can the brains to eat.

"Hey, we just got a body!"Said the cops.

"Duty calls." Virgil shrugs and walks, along with Logan to the park where a women was taken to the hospital.

"Ohh...my god, she's smells..." Virgil gagged and looks away.

"Melissa Margolis, age 55, married with two kids, one's moved away to Canada for college and one is a high school student, known for her smart personality. She's a so called soccer mom.."

"According to her completion, she has been dead for at least 10 hours before someone discovering her inside that Roseburg bush."

"Huh.."

"It's a rare bush."

"She loves roses and planted this specific one here."Said Mr. Margolis."This women found her."

Virgil and Logan starred at the women and gasp.

"Juliet Farin...no thank you."

"We have a no-such-luck relationship.."

Virgil scoffed."The thing is that she tried to ruin me and my boyfriend's relationship..when we got back together, and she went crazy on me."

Urusla sighs."Hope your physic powers help you."

*back in the morgue*

"I'm not staying she had the right idea...she just showed a bit craziness."

"Why is she specifically after you?"Urusla asked

Urusla

29 years old

Homicide officer for 5 years.

When I broke things off with Roman, she hooked up with him and used him for money basically. The reason she broke things off with him was because the stuff Roman bought were my standard of favorite things. She didn't like it. And broke up with him and now he's back with me and she hates it.

"Cheers for a trying soccer mom..and may the odds of losing my voice in my favor.." Virgil prayed and took a bit of his brain egg omulet.

"Didn't think you pray of being a mom.."

"That's Patton's job."

"True."

As soon as I gulped it down i felt an urge to run to Roman and give him a big hug and kiss for missing him to much. She's a perfect wife too.

*Next day*

"So, where were you around 2:30 to 3:00."Urusla asked Keith Margolis, hef husband who was sitting next to the table in front of them.

"At work, I usually work at 6am to 7:45pm."

"Poor thing...you must be very exhausted."Virgil whines, his hands trembling.

She has major anxiety... I can go with this

"That's what Melissa would say, always feel bad for me at every turn. Her anxiety was pretty bad, it wasn't like a disorder or anything it just...it can lead to a certain paranoia phase she would have..it would annoy a few, like Hailey, our daughter before she left fof college, but soon we got used to it cause we love her."

Urusla groans."So she was very heighted?"

"Yes, very so."

The conversation was interuppted by a huge bang by a accidental coffee spillage to the wall.

That's when Virgil's first vision in this brain started.

*The Vision*

Keith angry banged the table pointing his finger at Melissa.

"If this doesn't end, I can and I will go back to my mistress to get away from you!!"

*vision ends*

Virgil gasp as he looks around.

"You had a mistress?"

Kieth stopped his talking immediately.

"Did you or did you not?" Virgil ordered angrily.

"Yes! I did have a mistress, it was because I got so tired of her worry I left the house. And met Isabel."

"Can we call her in?"Urusla asked, her arms folding."You got your alibi."

A few minutes, Isabel walked in to the room, and sat down, glaring at Virgil."I heard about you, boyfriend kisser."

"You accidentally kiss a guy in school and you're new name is "Boyfriend Kisser"..."Virgil sighed.

"Where were you at the time at the murder."

"Talking to Hailey, she was visiting my place since we had a... special bond...Hailey never got along with Melissa, she would tell me, Melissa was a very strict mom, and never did things that she didn't approve of Hailey of doing. That was unfair cause when Jennifer was born, she let her do anything she wanted. Because Jennifer was a sporty type like her, adventurous, snarky too. So Hailey was glad to get out of state to college."

"So you and Hailey both can prove it."

"Yes."

Virgil looked to see Logan mentioning him to leave the room.

Virgil got up and went to Logan.

"I found something... Intriguing in her jacket. Divorce papers, 2 weeks delivered before the murder."

"So Keith was planning to divorce her anyway."

"Yes, and I also found out that they got married in October 29, somewhere in the 1998s, And look is born after."

"Hailey Margolis, born November 5th, 1998."

"So?"

"In your terms, you might say, she 'baby-trapped' him."

"And probably did it again when it came to Jennifer. She was processive of him.."

"He had motive." Urusla said behind them."If she did those things, that means..."

"There's more."Logan added."Melissa was granted 1,500,000 grand from him. Keith is wealthy, from a wealthy background so it's no surprise that..."

"A gold-digger?"Patton interuppted."You forgot your lunch, Logan."

"I told you, you don't have to, Pat."

"Well I wanted to."

*In a vision*

Hailey looked up from her book in an angry matter."What if you wanted to!? You realized you out dad in a lot of misery! He had to drop everything cause of us!"

*Vision ends*

"She wanted to do that. She wanted to baby trap Keith...and that causes him to go angry and find a witness."

"Isabel mentioned that her and Keith met on January, little more than 5 month ago. And according to her apparence, she's pregnancy. Turns out he was planning to raise the baby with her and leave the family."

"So she sent the divorce papers but got him back."

*Hailey's interrogation*

"Isabel said you were with her for the last few hours of your mother's murder."

"I was. I was overly excited to be her new daughter since Dad found the divorce papers. That's when we got a call from Jennifer saying that we both rot in hell."

"So Jennifer hated Isabel."

"Dearly with all her heart. She always says that Isabel ruined the family, but in reality, it was mom. She baby trapped him with me and his life was screwed."

"And when was this phone call?"

"Around 2:54 to 3:00, she kept ranting."

"The murder weapon wasn't present. She was poisoned." Logan said, from behind Virgil.

"We couldn't identity it. But we knew it was dangerous and the name is so Russian I can't even say it. But it was used for tea and other liquids."

"Isabel did used to work at a factory, for poisoning goods. She stopped once she became Pregnant..."

"It was a gift. So I accepted it and then one day I found it missing. Both Jennifer and Hailey were with me but Keith payed a visit and ..."

"Hs stole it and he used it on her coffee...she drinks it around 3:00, her coffee break.."

*The final interrogation*

"So, it wasn't easy to crack."

"It's was so."Virgil said, standing up."You stole Isabel's poison from her place and used it on her coffee, and then you gave it to her and took her to the park and saw her faint down as she drink her whole coffee, organs and brain stopped working and she was dead. This was so you didn't have to pay her for child support and the funds you owe her after the divorce."

"Exactly. She baby trapped me twice and you think I was gonna let that slide?! She ruined my life and my family's reputation as a whole cause she wanted me all to herself."

"Keith Margolis, you have the right to remain silent, anything you or say will be against you in court."

Something sparked inside me when I was said those words. It reminded me of me...when I was with Roman. I did kiss him accidentally but it wasn't a regret, like how Melissa fooled her husband. It was a need, but needs can be poisoning and some lead to unsatisfactory in a person. But there's was one thing I didn't regret? Going to that boat party. If I haven't gone, I would never learn anything about myself with the help of the brains I have eaten, I would never face myself to tell Logan about me being a zombie. And now I'm back to be with Roman again....so... somethings you may regret could be things you'd never regret cause who knows what impact it has on your life. Good or bad....

Virgil came home to find Roman.

"Welcome back."Roman greeted.

"Hey, can we talk...I've been thinking about...us, we've drifted since that boat party and now we're back together...so I don't regret being with you again cause it opens my eyes for the past year of us being together...it made me miss out on the things we...loved .. about each other and..."Virgil's voice started to break and Roman pulled him into a tight hug.

"I know you do...but since we dated... And now we're back to were we are..and now I've decided...to.."Roman picked out Virgil's old wedding ring out of his pocket."Thank we try again...for marriage?"

Virgil's tears couldn't stop rolling down and nods."Of course...I'd regret it if I did say no,.... I love you so much."

Roman pulls Virgil into a warm embrace and kisses his forehead and said,"No matter who you are, Zombie or human..I will love you no matter what..."

This took 5 hours....but I'm glad I did it!...but ouch..

But enjoy this little segment to my favorite show ever.

(if you wanna watch it, it's on Netflix)

[cloudylovemuses]

Arcade (2)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, past!Natasha Romanoff x Reader, past!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff x Sam Wilson

Summary: It's time for you and Bucky tell Sam and Wanda about your decision. Also you need to talk to Nick Fury and talk things out, hoping for the best.

Author's Note: Sooo, I tried to right a small chapter for the time gap between my first and third chapter. It's a bit awful and lazy, next week week (I'll give a lil spoiler) we'll meet the house and the neighborhood. I wasn't feeling really good to write something more, but hope you like it.

(1)

It's been 5 days since you accepted Bucky's offer, to start a new life with him. At first you and Bucky where discussing where will you live. You suggested to buy an apartment at Brooklyn, but he rejected the moment the suggestion hit the table. He didn't want to be back to the place where he grew up. He didn't want to return to his past. Didn't want to start his new life based on how he used to live.

"Can we have a house with a big kitchen? Ohh Buck, it'll be really nice to have a huuuge kitchen and try so many recipes freely, with so much space to work on." You said dreamily while standing on your elbows to watch Bucky. He turned his gaze from the ceiling to you with a smile in his face.

You were in his room daydreaming about your future life. You're laying next to him being excited about your plans. He laughed and pulled you out of your thoughts. "What? Why are you laughing?" You smiled at him.

"I'm just thinking that if Sam watched us cook with aprons. We wouldn't hear the end of it." He laughed.

"Oh my god, you're soooo right. He'll tease us 'till the day we die." You both laughed again and you suddenly stopped and gasped.

"OH MY GOD, SAM!"

"What about him?" He questioned, confusion covering his face.

"We need to tell him that we want to leave." His smile left his face and his eyes dropped to his hands. Even though the two boys were always fighting, they were the closest and best friends. Bucky didn't know how Sam would take it.

"We need to talk to him." He finally said.

"What? Like, right now?"

"No I think he is already asleep. Tomorrow morning. The sooner the better!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." you sighed and curled to his side.

"He won't be very happy, will he?" You both returned your gaze to the ceiling a worried look on both of your faces.

"I don't know, doll. I don't know."

~~~~

The next morning you knocked on Bucky's door, still worry over your features. He opened slowly having the same emotions as you. "Ready?"

He softly sighed "as ready as I can be."

"We have to, Buck." You took his hand on yours and pulled him out of his room.

"I know, I know." He sighed again and you started walking towards the living room.

"Sam!" You shouted and he popped his head from the couch.

"Hello Cinnamon, hello Tinman. What's up?" You giggle at your nickname while Bucky glared at him. Sam liked to call you Cinnamon because you putted cinnamon everywhere, from aromatic candles to coffee dressing.

"We um...wanted to talk to you about something." You said hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it about?"

You moved further and sat down next to him and Bucky sat behind you, staying close to you. "Me and Bucky were thinking umm...we were umm...thinking..." You nervously said playing with your fingers not wanting to look into his eyes.

"Guys. You are worrying me, what's wrong." Sam said worry all over his face.

"No, no nothing is wrong...we just kinda thinking..." Bucky trailed off and then you took over.

"Me and Bucky were thinking about to retire and live a normal life." you stated with one breath closing your eyes and opening them to see a bit confused Sam.

"What do you mean?".

"Sam, we won't lie to you, we're both really tired of this Avenging life. And after our losses we are falling apart more and more. We appreciate all your and Wanda's help, but unfortunately is not enough. We are trying really hard to recover. But all this fighting is keeping us behind. Reminds us -and most certainly me- of the past. We can't keep living like this. We LOVE working with everyone here but it's not doing us any good. We would really, REALLY, appreciate it if you at least consider our retirement and talk things out with Fury."

You were staned by Bucky's words. You didn't expect him to take control of the conversation. And it was a really happy surprise.

"Wow, Buck. I forgot you could talk so much" Sam laughed. "Guys, I understand that your mental health is not stable and of course I noticed your struggle at your latest missions. I'll admit I was thinking to tell Fury give you some days off and retirement hit me like a truck." You both looked at his smiley face, when he turned his gaze behind you and you saw Wanda, who was coming slowly and was smiling too.

"I told Sam that you two needed some time off. But if you feel more comfortable with retirement we are both going to support you." she said while sitting next to Sam grabbing his hand into hers. "Also, let me tell you, I'm gonna help to convince Fury to give you what you want." She smirked, that knowing smirk which said yes, I'm going to manipulate him for you.

You were nearly in tears. You didn't believe that they accepted your decision so quickly and without hesitation. "You guys, you don't know how much this means to us." you teared up, standing to hug them both.

"Thank you so much. Both of you." Bucky said softly trying to keep himself from crying.

You pulled away and looked into their eyes. "When are we going go talk to Fury?"

"How about tomorrow?" Wanda questioned.

"Ok, tomorow then." Bucky said.

"Shall we go make some dinner? I'm starving!" Sam whined and you all laughed.

"Let's go" Wanda laughed and dragged you all to the kitchen.

After two burned steaks, 1 burned apple pie and somehow a burned salad from the boys, who wanted to show off to you, you and Wanda took over.

The dinner was so peaceful. So beautiful. They were your family and you really loved them. So much.

"Oh, guys, have you decided were are you going to live?" Wanda asked at some point.

"Y/N told me about her grand-grand mother's mansion in Magnolia Springs. She said that it's very big for two people, but it'll be big enough to build spare rooms and rooms for us to spend our time. I haven't saw it yet, but I trust her."

"Wait. Did you just say 'build'?" Sam said confused.

"Yeah well I thought it'll be nice to create a home with our hands." You answered.

"It sounds really sweet, but what about the money?" Wanda asked.

"Stark left to much money, for us to use. So we think its the best way to use them." Bucky said.

"Yeah, Tony left a lot money to everyone and I still don't know why." You giggled.

"He's dead and he still makes us happy."

You all smiled at that and fell into silence. Memories from Tony making you all smile. Bucky smiled on the stories you all said about him. His smile fell from his face. He wanted to say he is sorry. For his parents for the mess he created between Tony and Steve. Oh, how much he wanted to apologize.

"Um, I'm finished does anyone want desert?" Bucky asked after a while. You all raised your heads and looked at him.

"Yeah, I do. I'm coming to help you." Sam said and they both left for the kitchen.

"Are you sure?" Wanda asked a minute after the guys left.

"For our decision?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, yes I am. Bucky is an amazing guy and he is in the same boat with me. If we start over together it will be just a little bit easier."

"But sharing a home is a lot more than a start over, you know that."

"Wand me and Bucky are friends and we can do this. This will just be an adventure for us. We'll have fun, building our own house. Living a new life. Sure it'll be sometimes a little difficult, but we'll do this."

"I'm happy for both of you. I believe in you. And me and Sam will help you with what ever you need." She reached for your hand and held it.

"Thank you Wanda."You smiled at her. A smile which turned onto a smirk after a moment "oh and since you mentioned it. What's going on with you and Sammy?"

She left your hand and blushed like crazy. "Nothing, we're just friends"

"Yeah, yeah I believed you now Wands" you laughed.

"Shut up" A crimson color took over her cheeks and you laughed again.

-Meanwhile in the kitchen-

"Bucky, are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes, Sam, I'm 100% sure." Bucky sighed, cutting a big slice of cake for you.

"I mean you two don't know each other so long, to start a life together." Sam said with a concern voice. Bucky dropped slowly the knife and his head. But he immediately looked at him again.

"Sam, I trust her. She's been there for me in ways I couldn't even imagine. She never gives me an apologetic smile or looks at me with pity eyes. She is comforting in her own way, and she helps me when I need it even when I don't ask. I don't say that you or Wanda don't help me, it's just...she is...She's different and I like it. She makes me feel good."

"If she makes you happy, of course I won't get in the way. I just want to make sure that you're ok with that decision. I want the best for you bud." Sam admitted softly patting Bucky's shoulder. Bucky turned and hugged him tightly, not letting Sam breath for a bit.

"Ok, ok I need to breath now please." Bucky let him go and they both laughed.

"Ohh, bird brain I didn't ask you before." Bucky smirked without looking at him.

"What's it this time Tinman?" Sam rolled his eyes and said with an annoying voice.

"What's going on with you and Wanda?"

Sam choked on air while Bucky hit his back, still smirking.

"Nothing's happening."

"Yeah, yeah sure bird brain."

"Fuck off, asshat"

"Idiot."

"Let's go the girls are waiting."

They came after a while with four plates of chocolate cake. Your and Wanda's favorite.

"Here you are ladies." Sam excitedly said.

"Thank you boys" you smiled at both of them and continued your lovely night.

The dinner was over and you all were at your rooms waiting for sleep to take you. When a soft knock at your door, caught your attention.

Bucky opened further the door and whispered, "Doll, are you asleep?".

"No Buck, come in." He closed the door behind him and took small steps towards your bed.

"Hey" he waved at you.

"Hi" you chuckled.

"Can I please stay with you tonight?"

"Of course you can Buck." You pushed your covers and he laid beside, pulling up the blanket.

"Doll, am I the only nervous for tomorrow?"

"No, not really. I think I'm a bit nervous too. I mean we are going to tell Nick Fury that his last two super soldiers are going to retire and they're going to live like two farmers but yeah, no I'm not THAT nervous about that." You joked and he let a heartful belly laugh, that made your stomach feel weird, in a really good way.

"Yeah, way so nervous? It's so normal!" He laughed again and you followed.

"Seriously now Buck, Fury won't be happy. I'm slightly afraid that he'll refuse to retire us."

"Honestly, doll? I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Part of me hopes for the best but another part is just pessimistic."

"What will we do if he says no?"

"We'll see." he sighed.

"Ok" you said a lil' disappointed.

You curled closer to him and moved your gaze from the ceiling to his face. He found your eyes and spoke again softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence, "come here, I don't mind." he smiled.

You pressed your body on his and wrapped your hands around him. He hugged you too and put a soft kiss on your head.

God only knew how much you both loved to be on each others embrace.

~~~~

When morning came, the nervousness came along with it. All your mind was thinking about rejection and Fury. You almost cried when the time for the meeting arrived.

Bucky came to your room to take you and went together, sharing some of the anxiety.

Before he opened the door, Bucky hugged you tightly and you hugged him back the same. You breathed and opened the door.

You greeted Fury and moved to sit down, next to each other, not wanting to let go the others side.

"Mr.Wilson informed me about your thoughts and decisions and of course the state of your mental health, and I have to say I'm surprised that you want to do such a thing together."

You looked at each other with a smile at your faces and a giving an actual loving gaze, and turned to Fury again and said and awkward yeah.

"So, where did that came from?" He said and confused you.

"What do you mean, sir?" Bucky said.

"Where that idea came from? How did you think such a thing? What brought you to that decision?"

"We just had a conversation together, after a tough night and we realized we can't do it any more."

"We want a new life. Bucky is really tired fighting and holding a gun on his hands and I'm really tired fighting too. But we don't have a problem helping whenever it's needed."

"We have a lot to discuss." Fury said with a frown.

After 2 hours and a lot convincing Fury agreed. He said that he will first check the house, the neighborhood, the neighbors' past, just to be sure. He said that he'll put Friday and a security system in the whole house. You hadn't disagreed of course. He also said that you'll get paid for whatever job you do for him, you'll still be his employees no matter where you live or what you do.

You didn't really care what jobs he'll give you eventually, you just wanted to live as far from this life as you could.

When you signed the papers, Fury dropped his serious face and said "I'm really proud of both of you" and left.

You turned and looked at Bucky, who just smiled. You smiled back at him and left, to start making plans for your new house.

[famousconfessions]

Did you miss me?

Title: Did you miss me? // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction, mature content

Author: @superkatesi & @famousconfessions

Rating: NC-17

Author's note: Sooo @superkatesi and I did a thing. We were just talking and daydreaming and ended up being like "Okay, let's just write something and have some fun with it". We hope you like it and please remember that English is not our first language but we tried our best :D Every kind of feedback is appreciated! So here it goes...

It was 11 a.m. Friday. I was sitting on the floor packing our suitcase for the upcoming trip. Ed’s family was throwing a huge party dedicated to his dad’s birthday. All of Ed’s cousins, aunts and uncles were going to Suffolk for this meaningful day. Ed was about to arrive home and I was buzzing. It had been a while since we seen each other. During the last three months I was completely absorbed into the thoughts of missing this ginger perfection. There were minutes when I was just starring at his guitar that always stands next to his favorite armchair. At those moments, I closed my eyes and tried to depict him sitting there with a cup of freshly – brewed tea, a laptop and a guitar humming a new ballad. But then I realized that it was just me working on a project. Different continents, countries, time zones – all these things couldn’t ruin our love. Love that was neatly wrapped in a blanket of our sleepy mornings, wild nights and all-consuming tenderness. All of a sudden, I heard that someone was knocking on the door. It was Ed.

I got up from the floor, almost stumbling over my own feet while I was trying to get to the door as fast as possible. I just couldn't handle being away from him any longer. My heart was racing in my chest and when I finally saw him, I was so overwhelmed, that tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey baby girl", these three words and him standing right in front of me was just too much. “You are here” was everything I could say, before he pulled me in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. It kinda felt like a dream and I couldn't believe that he was actually here in my arms. I've had missed him so much, it was crazy. I didn't know it was possible to miss a person so much that it physically hurt but I learned that the hard way. “Yes, I am, love... and I'm not gonna leave anytime soon”, he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. Smiling I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Thank god, but I wouldn't let you go anyway”, I said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, before I kissed his lips. It had just been too long... and missing him got harder every time he left for another leg of his never ending tour. But for now he was all mine... at least until we had to leave for that party. It was just so good to have him back, feeling his arms around me, his lips on mine, his amazing scent. God, it was almost too much for me.

I pouted, when he broke away from me to go to the bathroom to probably freshen up a bit.

He looked so casual and a bit tired after a long-distance flight, but all excited. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt that drew my attention to his colorful flexed biceps. He took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes in this childish way that always melts my heart. I heard him screaming from the bathroom: “Did you miss me, love?”. Of course, he knew the answer but wanted to hear it one more time. I’d just wanted to tell him everything that I felt at the moment but there he was, standing next to the door-post. He left his T-shirt somewhere in the hamper. His bright tummy looked like a masterpiece and he had that promising, mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn’t help but come up to him: “Do you really want to know it? Did I miss you? Let me show you, baby boy”. I started trailing my fingers from his bare chest to the auburn scruff on his face that was deliciously tickling my fingers. He pulled me to his naked torso and I felt heat spreading all over my body. He left me speechless.

Actually, I couldn't even put into words how much I missed him so it was probably a better idea to show him. I was kinda nervous now, being so close to him and I was sure it was because I was so excited for him to be back. My whole body was tingling and I just wanted to feel him all over me. Like... he was so close but still too far away. “Go on, love, show me”, his raspy, whispering voice sent shivers down my spine, so I needed a moment, before I was able to put my lips on the rose tattoo on his left shoulder. My lips wandered from there to his neck, then down to the lion on his chest, while my hands rested on his stomach, slowly travelling down to his belt. Ed tilted his head back, anticipating my hands unbuckling it. He is a well-known tease-lover but this time was my turn. I didn’t want to let this little ready-to-go kitten get everything at once, even though I was dying to rip his pants off and admire this pleasurable view. I started giving him feather-light touches in the area where his trousers started visibly tenting. “Please, let me.. I can’t wait anymore...” he whispered under the breath in his full of desire voice. “Don’t be so mea..” he didn’t manage to finish his phrase ‘cause my naughty fingers got under his belt just right into the pants and gave him a short stroke that couldn’t go without noticing. He shut his eyes, exhaled loudly and then grabbed me, put on his shoulder and then down to the sofa. I started giggling and bit his earlobe.

Ed pinned me to the velvet pillows on the couch and frowned his gingerish eyebrows articulating in a mentor-like tone: “Do you think this is funny? I’ve been craving for you all these months...Going to sleep with one single thought - you, and waking up thinking about your body right next to mine. The only thing I want to do during these spare hours before our Suffolk trip...the only thing I want... is your legs wrapped around me and your sweet moans in my ears”. That was the second when I finally lost my mind. His angelic, freckled face with curls on the forehead was just an inch away from mine and... I gave up. My lips crashed on his and it seemed like I’d lived all this time without oxygen and finally started breathing Before I met him I didn't know what it was like to be in love. Well, I thought I knew but this whole thing with him was so different. My feelings for him were so strong that it scared me from time to time. What if someday he left me? What if it didn't work out because of his job? I tried to erase these thoughts from my mind but sometimes I couldn't help but think about that. I loved him so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't have a Plan B, so if this would go wrong in the future I wouldn't know how to keep going. Luckily, everything was fine now, he was back and he was all mine right in this second. “You're wearing way too many clothes, babe", he whispered after he broke the kiss and brought me back to reality. After all, reality was now better than dreaming. “Then help me get rid of it", I replied, biting my bottom lip, wiggling under him because I was so impatient. Just a second later I felt his warm, soft hands under my shirt and a small moan escaped my lips. I almost forgot how good his hands felt on me and I couldn't wait for more. I just hoped that he wouldn't play the teasing game with me tonight... but of fucking course he took his time, running his hands over my upper body and before I could complain I felt his lips on my neck, sucking and nibbling and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get out of this without a hickey.

“I’m going to make you feel incredibly good, love”, he cooed while taking off my shirt. It was a bit chilly in the room but my nipples hardened not because of it but because of his skillful fingers that were dancing round them, twisting and squeezing. He was sitting on me with his eyes traveling from my face to my boobs. I lifted myself on the elbows and started unzipping his jeans. He helped me and threw his pants away standing there only wearing his black Calvin Klein’s. I felt these sparks of electricity and tension between us. He leaned towards me and without any hesitation took my shorts and a thong off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaled this mind-blowing smell and wanted to capture this moment forever in memory. “Please don't ever leave for this long again", I mumbled between huffed breaths and chaste kisses, while I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls... but he just smiled, pressed a few kisses to my cheek, my neck, then travelled down my shoulder, my breasts and down my stomach. My eyes fell shut, I couldn't think anymore and the pure sensation of his lips on my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was hungry for more... a lot more. Talking to him on the phone and texting just wasn't the same as actually feeling him on me.

“I'm here now, love”, I suddenly heard his voice again. “So don't worry”, ohh no, I didn't. He definitely erased every negative thought with what he was doing and he slowly made me lose my mind. His lips wandered even lower, but not where I wanted them the most. Instead he took his time to kiss every inch of my thighs, just letting me wait. Ohh, he would regret that later. He then made his way up again and just when I'd given up hope I suddenly felt his lips and his tongue right there! “Ohh fuck, Teddy”, I gasped, my hands finding his hair again to have something to hold onto. He used his long fingers to spread my folds and put his tongue deeper while rubbing his nose on the most sensual part of my dripping sex. His a bit calloused fingers kneaded every piece of this positively-singing area. My hips started spontaneously buckling straight into his face that was already covered with my juices. “Are u alright, sweet girl? Can’t wait for you to come all over my face?” he growled and started lapping me with a double zeal. Every time, these words, combined with the sexiest accent in the whole world, send me to the sky. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and they travelled from his head to my nipples. Ed noticed my action and gave me the wildest look of his already darkened navy-blue eyes. “Fuck...” I grasped, this man was truly gifted. I saw my impatient boy freeing his well-sculptured cock with one hand and giving it a long slow stroke. He couldn’t wait anymore but didn’t forget about me. Ed started rubbing messy circles on my already intolerably aching clit. This spectacular sight and sensations sent stores of electricity down my lower belly wires. I would've loved to help him out but right now I wasn't able to do anything other than to feel and watch while he touched himself. Every little movement of his fingers brought me closer, I was panting, biting my lip, trying to keep my eyes open because I just wanted to look at him. God, he was the most beautiful human being on earth and he didn't even know.

“Teddy, I'm so close, oh god, I-”, I couldn't finish my sentence, because his lips crashed down on mine but at the same time he stopped touching me and I growled into the kiss. Why the fuck did he stop now? I pushed him away playfully and looked at him puzzled, but this fucking tease just grinned at me. “Don't be mad at me, baby girl, I just don't want to finish you off like that just now”, uggh! I growled at him again, but I couldn't be seriously angry at him... not at all. Funnily, his little game just made me want him even more. I got him to lie on his back and I crawled over him, kissing his lips hungrily, while I felt his throbbing cock twitching against my tummy. “Let's see who's the impatient one here, huh?”, I whispered into his ear, rubbing myself against him. I kissed him again, while my hands travelled over the colorful tattoos on his chest, his belly, further down... and then up again. I took my time, listening to his heavy breathing and soft moans which really, really turned me on... until I finally touched him where he needed me the most. Just fingertips to very sensitive, soft skin but I heard him take a sharp breath and that made me want to tease him some more.

“Do you want more?”, I asked, looking into his eyes while my fingertips kept stroking him. “Yes, please...I want more...”, he whispered, trying to concentrate his attention on my fingers rubbing a pink plush head of his tool. I spit on my palm and spread it all the way down his shaft. It was a long wet stroke that made him tense his belly muscles. Poor boy, he couldn’t last any longer and I decided to stop that sweet torture. I was literally dripping wet and my only wish at that moment was Ed’s cock stretching out my sensitive walls...I was dying to feel every vein on his shaft and his hands all over my buzzing body. I made myself comfortable and started lowering... his twitching head touched and entered my opening just for a sec. I saw Ed’s fists grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa but his eyes were wide-open and focused on that particular moment. I did the same thing one more time but let him feel it for a while. A long primal moan escaped his parted lips. “If you’re going to play with me like this, babe, I will explode in a minute”, he groaned in a begging tone. Okay, these words..this man... his desire.... Without any hesitation I sank all the way down his length... That feeling of him filling me out was just out of this world, especially after such a long time. His head fell back in pleasure and I heard a long, deep growl out of his mouth which turned me on even more. I stopped for a second, getting used to him, before I started moving.

My hands were on his chest for some support, while his grabbed my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, guiding me. We soon found the perfect rhythm, just like we always did and even if it sounded weird, I was always glad when that happened because every time he was gone I feared that something between us would change, he would find someone better, he would realize that he didn't want to have a relationship because his career was so engaging. But right now that wasn't the case. It was just us, our love and lust for each other and the perfect unity of our bodies. “Fuck, love... don't stop now”, he groaned and a second later our gazes met. We looked into each other’s eyes and the moment was so intense that I almost exploded right there and then. I definitely didn't think about stopping now, so I increased our pace, his hips meeting mine. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes with every thrust and when he suddenly started kissing my neck and his fingers found my clit again I just lost it. Everything came crashing down on me and the high carried me away. A few seconds of absolute pleasure, no worries, no pain, nothing... just the pure thrill of ecstasy. My nails were digging deeper into his chest when I felt him twitch inside of me and my walls clenched around him again, what seemed to send him over the edge, too. His head fell to my chest and he was panting, while we both rode out or orgasms, trying to regain steady breaths. “I love you, baby girl”, I heard him whisper, as I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls. “I love you too... and I'm so happy to have you back”.

A perfect reunion.

We were lying on the couch. I was listening to his heartbeat and he was playing with my hair. I looked around: my table covered with papers, our photos on the wall, his armchair with the guitar next to it and a half-way-through packed suitcase...wait?!.. “Ed, Ed! We’re going to be late for your dad’s B-Day party!” I exclaimed grabbing my t-shirt and trying to put on my shorts at the same time. I heard Ed answering his phone: “Hi, mum...we are on our way...”