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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 4 years ago

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mammon with a overly emotional MC? asking bcs I cry too much lol, the story would just make everytime I cry a bit better :))

Ok, first off anon, SAME. I also had a dad that thought crying was just women trying to manipulate men, so yeah, that was fun.

I was in the middle of writing something else when I got your request and I just felt like I had to write something for you. (And myself, let’s be honest lol) I’ve never done a songfic before, but I couldn’t get this song out of my head and it just seemed to fit perfectly with the idea I had.

I hope you enjoy. ☺️

Emotional

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 1804

Content warnings - light angst, lots of comfort and some fluffy cuddles

Prompt/inspiration - anon request, “Emotional” by Diana DeGarmo

NOTE - the original song uses the word “girl”, this has been removed in this story and replaced with [gender]

Summary - After a rough day at RAD, you hide out in your room while Mammon tries to figure out what’s wrong.

NOTE - lyric free version can be found here.

AO3

Today had been a long day. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but for whatever reason, anytime someone so much as looked at you funny, you felt like crying. The voices in your head whispering to you that they were watching you, judging you.

Mammon had tried on several occasions to pull you aside, but you successfully managed to slip away each time. Normally you were so grateful for his company, but today you just knew that if he asked you if you were okay you were going to lose it.

And you absolutely did not want to lose it in the middle of RAD.

You flopped onto your bed, now in the safety of your room, curling up on yourself and pulling your comforter around you. Finally you were able to let out all the stress that had been holding onto. And just as you started to cry, a loud KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on your door shocked you back to your senses.

“Hey, open up! You’ve been avoidin’ me all day.”

It was Mammon.

Not even taking a moment to think about what you actually wanted, you snapped at him.

“GO AWAY.”

Sometimes I get emotional

Sometimes I do some stupid things

Sometimes I say

What I should just keep inside

As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Your tone was sharper than you had intended, but not only that, you didn’t really want him to leave. Part of you wanted him to wrap you up in one of his hugs and just hold you while you fell to pieces in his arms. However, you learned a long time ago that only babies cried. If you were strong, you wouldn’t cry so much. That crying was a burden on and an annoyance to everyone around you.

Sometimes I'm sad

'Bout everything

Sometimes I'm mad

And break some things

Sorry times ten

But you just got in the way

The silence that followed made your heart break. You couldn’t tell if you were more sad at the idea that you had hurt Mammon’s feelings or more hurt that he seemed to have just left you without even trying to figure out what’s wrong. If he cared, surely he would have been more persistent, right? And you knew that was a ridiculous thing to think, manipulative even, but you couldn’t help those feelings that coiled around your heart.

Don't give up now running away

I won't hurt you

Sometimes I'm just a pain

And that's the way it is

That's just the way I am

Resolving to spending the evening alone, you laid back down, curling up as small as possible once again. As your thoughts wandered, and your tears fell, you slowly started to drift off to sleep. You didn’t notice when your bedroom door opened. You didn’t notice the smell of hot chocolate wafting into your room. And you didn’t notice the dip in your mattress as someone climbed in beside you.

Sometimes I feel like crying

Laying down and dying

That's when I need you

In fact, it wasn’t until you felt an arm slip around your waist and a kiss on the exposed skin of your neck that you finally started to become aware of what was going on around you.

“Hey,” Mammon whispered as he settled down in your bed, spooning you from behind.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your body stiffen involuntarily. Why was he here? Had he seen your face? Did he know you had been crying? Tears silently slipped down your face again as you started to panic internally. What was he going to say when he realized?

Laughing's always easy

But sometimes I'm just scared

You'll leave me

That's when I feel

Emotional

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere until ya tell me what’s wrong.”

“I...umm…” you wanted to answer him. Make an excuse. Offer some sort of rational explanation for why you were hiding in your room and had been avoiding him all day. Something told you just saying “there’s something in my eye” wasn’t going to fool him.

“Tch, always gotta be so difficult,” Mammon said. You felt his arms release you as he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. If you thought you had been anxious before when he was laying beside you, it was nothing compared to the feeling of him leaving, with the words “difficult” echoing in your ears.

You say I'm just impossible

Totally unpredictable

I'm just a [gender], get used to it

No big deal

“Here. Sit up.”

But before your thoughts got to turn too dark, Mammon was sitting beside you again. Poking you with his elbow as he nudged you in the back. So surprised were you to find that he was still there and hadn’t left, you turned around immediately to look at him.

Despite his dark skin tone, you could tell he was blushing, and even if you couldn’t, his refusal to look at you would have been more than enough to confirm that he was feeling embarrassed. Your gaze slowly traveled downward until it landed on the tray he was holding in his outstretched hands.

“What’s this?” you asked, puzzled at why Mammon was offering you a mug of hot chocolate, and what appeared to be...cookies…? Only they were slightly burnt, and you weren’t sure you recognized the ingredients he had added in lieu of chocolate chips.

“What’s it look like? I had some extra and thought you might want some. But if ya don’t appreciate it…”

Not wanting to discourage Mammon, you quickly sat up, wiping whatever tears remained on your face away, and took the tray from him.

“...thanks.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as you studied his gift, smirking at your response.

Once you were situated with your back against your headboard, you placed the tray in your lap and Mammon sat down beside you. He grabbed his mug of hot chocolate, taking a sip as he waited for your reaction. He was pretty impressed with the results of his baking skills, and was certain the treats would put a smile on your face.

You can't change me

Why would you try (Why would you try)

(You know that I) I'm no angel

But I can make you smile

You reached for one of the cookies, a soft smile playing on your lips as you took a bite.

“So? How was it? Good right?”

When you didn’t answer, Mammon gave you another nudge with his arm.

“Right?”

Without a word, you returned the cookie to your plate, picking up the cup of hot chocolate instead, taking a deep gulp in an attempt to cleanse your palate.

“Mammon...honey...that was awful…” you looked at him over the rim of your mug, taking another deep swallow. At least the hot chocolate was delicious.

“Whattya talkin’ about?! They’re perfect!” Mammon replied, quick to shove what remained of your first cookie into his mouth. You continued to watch him while sipping on your beverage, slowly now that the initial foul aftertaste seemed to have been gone.

You tried your best to hide the smile that was threatening to spread over your whole face as Mammon froze mid bite, glancing at the plate of cookies, then at you, then back to the cookies, before finally chugging down what remained of his own mug of hot chocolate, desperate to rid his mouth of every last crumb.

When his mug emptied, you offered him your own, laughing at his reaction.

“Shaddup,” he snapped, eagerly taking the cup from you and polishing off its contents. But he wasn’t mad. Not at all. He was relieved and overjoyed to see you smiling again, interacting with him and no longer pushing him away.

And that's the way it is

That's just the way I am

When he finished what remained of your drink, he took the tray from you, sitting it on the floor beside your bed, before turning back to you and wrapping you up in a tight hug. Now much more relaxed than you had been, you wrapped your arms around his waist, returning the gesture and burying your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“It's fine. Don’t worry about it,” he reassured you, “Are ya gonna tell me what happened now?”

You nodded against him, tightening your arms around him as you clung to him.

“I just...I don’t know...had a bad day, I guess. Everything made me just want to cry. And I know it’s ridiculous. I’m an adult. I should…”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Huh?”

“With cryin’. What’s wrong with that? Ain’t ya the one that told me it was ok to let it all out?” Mammon had leaned back now, resting against your headboard, pulling you up against himself as he began to rub your back, pressing an occasional kiss to your forehead.

“I...uh...well, I just...I’ve always been told I cry too much. I’m too emotional. Like little things that wouldn’t bother anyone, upset me. And I didn’t want to annoy you...so I…”

“Dummy. I dunno know why you’d think I’d feel that way. You never act like that with me.”

Sometimes I feel like crying

Laying down and dying

That's when I need you

Mammon gave you a reassuring squeeze, and yet another kiss to the top of your head. All you could do in response was hold him tighter, pulling your legs up so that you were practically sitting in his lap by now.

You weren’t sure why it hadn’t occurred to you before. You honestly never saw the connection. And if you stopped and thought about it, Mammon had easily cried more times in front of you since you had arrived in the Devildom than you had cried at all (in public or private) during your stay.

You always reassured him, and comforted him. You never laughed at him, or thought for one second that he was a burden for opening up to you. In fact, you never felt more loved than when he would let you see that sensitive, emotional, side to himself because you knew how much it meant that he trusted you.

Why did you ever think he wouldn’t treat you with the same love and care you had always shown him?

Laughing's always easy

But sometimes I'm just scared

You'll leave me

That's when I feel

Emotional

I won't hurt you (I won't hurt you)

Sometimes I'm just a pain

And that's the way it is

That's just the way I am

That's when I need you

Laughing's always easy

But sometimes I'm just scared

You'll leave me

That's when I feel (feel you)

I feel you

Sometimes I get emotional

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kookiebunnii · 5 years ago

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lucky in love || min yoongi

→ summary: you didn’t expect to start your day with an arrow to the heart, quite literally, but neither did you expect to meet cupid himself. quickly realizing that you aren’t dramatically falling in love from the effects of cupid’s arrow, the two of you unexpectedly team up to solve this curious dilemma. however, at the end of it all, what if cupid is the one falling in love?

→ pairing: cupid!yoongi x reader

→ genre: roman/greek mythology au, fluff

→ word count: 6.6k

→ warnings: mature language

→ a/n: this is sort of a half-gift to myself and @cinnaminsvga, the author who actually inspired me to write again. i just hit 200 followers, and i guess i also wanted zee to know that her works definitely motivate and inspire others!

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Sitting in your armchair, embroidering little white carnations into the hem of the wedding dress in your hands, you truly thought that you couldn’t be any more content. This particular order had recently prompted the idea of “love” into your mind whenever you worked, as your customer had practically beamed with excitement when talking about her fiancée. Although your family and friends seemingly had your relationship status on the forefront of their minds, it wasn’t something you chose to fret about. You’d had your fair share of boyfriends, men you enjoyed spending time with and even one you thought about a “happily ever after” with. But of course, your career and independent personality typically got in the way.

It had led to heartaches and internal turmoil early on in your life, but now you were a freelancer, a fashion designer making clothes from your apartment. It wasn’t the most luxurious life imaginable, but it was the life you wanted. You were able to do what you loved while helping others. Romantic love just wasn’t on this week’s to-do list...orders were.

You set the piece down and slowly rotate your wrists to chase the stiffness away from your joints. Taking a sip of your chamomile tea, you watch as the horizon outside your window lights the buildings aglow with an orange and pink hue. The colors are beautiful, and you’re briefly inspired. Heading to your workbench in the room next to you, you grab your pocket notebook and scribble down the colors you see outside. You always wrote little notes in this particular journal, hoping to use it for your own creative works someday if not for a future customer’s order. Examining the words “pink, orange, yellow blending” in your casual scrawl, you flip to previous pages to reread your past bouts of inspiration.

You sigh, knowing that this wedding dress was your last big order for the month. Perhaps you now have enough time and funds saved up to work on something for yourself next week.

Your discarded cell phone on the couch begins beeping incessantly, so you set your notebook back down and skirt over to check what it’s for. You make a small sound of happiness, remembering that you had ordered Thai food for dinner tonight. Taking off your work apron and hanging it on a hook in your office, you find the warmest coat you own before rushing out the door.

Weather these days is like a finicky child who can’t make up his mind. In the daylight you’d have to pull on a t-shirt and a long skirt to fully appreciate the rare breezes that danced through the open windows. However, after sunset, temperatures could drop quite steeply. You’re reminded of this again when you’re forced to tuck your hands into your pockets and tell yourself to hurry.

The street is lit with soft lamplight and despite the cold and hunger resting in your belly, the artist in you can’t help but appreciate how beautiful this sight is as well. Round circles of yellow going from intense to faded against a midnight blue backdrop fill your thoughts. It’s so distracting that you almost walk past your destination without realizing.

Quickly backpedaling a few steps, you head into Thai Us Together—you must give the owners credit for their pun-tastic name—and greet the familiar worker at the front desk. She engages you in some polite conversation before handing you your usual order and bidding you goodbye.

It’s only when you are a few steps away from the entrance to your apartment complex that you are hit in the chest by an arrow.

You realize this not because you feel any sort of pain from the attack, but because a translucent arrow radiating a pinkish glow is now visibly protruding from your front. Firmly planted above your ribs, you’re momentarily at a loss. Perhaps any normal person would be screaming in terror, but you just stare, wide-eyed, wondering if you were dreaming. Things never got this crazy in your dreams though.

“Why isn’t it working?”

You blink and suddenly there’s a dark-haired, pale-faced man in front of you. He doesn’t look much older than you, as he stands in front of you with his arms crossed. Frowning in discontent, he stares in the direction of your chest unabashedly and you feel that you have the right to be more than a little offended.

“Um, hello? My eyes are up here.”

When his eyes finally find yours, they’re filled with shock with a little bit of fear mixed in. You almost wonder if you’d grown a second head or something, with the way he was staring at you.

“You can see me?” he asks, pointing at himself as you roll your eyes in response.

“Who else is staring at my chest around here? Yes, you.”

The boy starts laughing, his gums showing cutely in response to your curt reply. You can feel your cheeks warming as you wonder whether your statement deserved to be received with this much amusement.

“You’re a funny one,” he finally notes, before a worried expression takes over his features again, “But you’re human aren’t you? You shouldn’t be able to see me.”

You adjust your takeout in your hands before resting a hand on your hip, “Well, I see you very clearly. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have pad thai to enjoy and an arrow to the heart to deal with.”

He grabs your arm, and the touch is so palpable that you know now that you’re definitely not dreaming. You turn to meet the stranger’s gaze again, and the curiosity filling his brown eyes is undeniable.

“You see the arrow too?” he whispers in awe, gesturing to the faint but very noticeable projectile still lodged in your front.

Sighing, you say, “Okay at least I’m not hallucinating this then. Look, I need to try and get this thing out and get to my dinner. If you don’t have any suggestions on how to remove arrows that don’t even feel like they’re actually there, then I suggest you head home.”

He follows you through the gate, matching your hurried steps with ease until you finally snap and turn on him. He almost bumps into you as a result of your sudden halt but quickly readjusts himself and looks at you with an unreadable expression.

After a short glaring contest, he gives you a small smile with a glint in his eye, “I know exactly how to get that out. In fact, I was the one who shot it.”

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Maybe all these years of living alone has finally dulled your warning senses to the point where you were fine letting dangerous strangers into your home. You’d always been too trusting of a person, but you felt too tired and confused to put up much of a fight tonight anyways. You just wanted to enjoy one of your favorite noodle dishes and get rid of whatever black magic was involved in this painless arrow buried inside you. If it meant inviting a random puzzling but handsome individual into your abode, then so be it.

As you dig into your meal, you watch as your guest sips on his glass of water. He had denied your offer of food, but you could at least say you were a polite host. With your stomach now appeased, you take your own gulp of water before launching into an interrogation.

“Who are you?” you ask.

He tilts his head, observing you for what feels like the seventh time that day. Finally, he leans back in his seat in thought. The silence permeates your residence for a good minute before he finally utters, “I’m Cupid, God of desire, attraction, and affection.”

You stop mid-chew to openly gawk at the black-haired male in front of you. This boy, dressed in a large hoodie and ripped jeans, is supposed to be the fat baby featured on Valentine’s Day cards? Maybe you brought a crackhead into your home.

“I know what you’re thinking. You mortals have ruined my image recently and as a result I am no longer receiving the respect I deserve,” he purses his lips before setting his water glass aside and openly observing you again, “But I am in fact Cupid.

“Okay let’s say you are Cupid or whatever and you shot me. Doesn’t this mean I’m supposed to fall in love now or something? I don’t feel anything other than a desire to finish the rest of this delicious pad thai.”

He doesn’t even smile at your attempt at lighthearted humor, instead wrinkling his brow further at your words.

“That is rather curious.”

Fiddling with a stray bean sprout on your plate, you add, “Well, could we start with removing this first?”

He finally gives you an amused grin when you gesture to the faint outline of an arrow above your ribs, which appears to be growing increasingly hard to see as time passes. Maybe you are finally going off the deep end.

“It’ll disappear soon,” and as soon as the words leave his lips, the arrow has faded entirely. He turns slightly, and a quiver suddenly appears on his back. You count 11 arrows before another slowly fills the remaining empty spot to complete the final dozen.

Your jaw is practically on the floor at this display.

“I need to figure out why this is happening,” he muses, resting his chin on his hand and training his unwavering gaze on you once again.

Jeez, you were starting to feel like an exhibit at the zoo.

“Look, as much as I appreciate meeting a god, I have work to do and a deadline to meet. I’m sure this is very fascinating, but frankly I’d rather not fall in love anyways so I’m quite glad this didn’t work,” you stand up to set your cleared dish in the sink before heading for the door to escort him out.

“Why not?” he asks, as if he couldn’t imagine why anyone would ever not want to be in love.

You turn after undoing the lock at your door to find that he still hasn’t budged from his chair. Clearly not on the same page as you are, you saunter over to him and do your best to give him a menacing look, “I’m happy the way I am. Now are you leaving?”

You definitely weren’t usually this rude, but the amalgamation of your anxiety to get back to work and the confusion of trying to understand what was happening to you made for a deadly combo. Today’s events were definitely giving you a short fuse. If this offends him, Cupid sure doesn’t show it, because he just gives you a small tilt of his lips before heading to your kitchen to wash his empty cup.

You watch, mystified, as he sets his cup on the drying rack before washing the plate you had left in the sink earlier. At this point you rush forward, embarrassed, but he simply shakes the excess water off the plate before leaving it next to his discarded cup. You thought Cupid was supposed to be mischievous, and maybe this guy was, but he was definitely going out of his way to be nice to you.

“Thanks” you mumble halfheartedly, suddenly feeling a bit regretful that you were trying your damnedest to shoo him out earlier.

He chuckles, drying his hands on your teacloth hanging nearby before asking, “Can I ask you some questions?”

Deciding that no ill-natured person would go through the trouble of washing your dishes before murdering you, you lead him to your living room where you were previously working on embroidery. The wedding dress is still resting on the arm of the chair you previously occupied, so you briefly excuse yourself to move the large piece back to your workspace.

When you come back, he seems to be running his tongue against the inside of his cheek in thought. It distracts you for a bit until he finally asks, “Are you getting married?”

Sputtering with a bright fuchsia across your cheekbones, you quickly reply, “No! No, it’s an order for a customer. I’m a designer.”

He sighs in relief, “Thank Zeus, I honestly thought I had lost all of my powers including my sense. Maybe it’s just my arrows that are faulty.”

When he notices how you’re looking at him quizzically, he kindly explains, “Usually, getting hit with my arrow means you fall in love with the person I’ve assigned. For some reason that clearly hasn’t happened for you. Besides, you’re definitely not supposed to see me or my arrows unless I will it to happen.”

You frown, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you think. If this dark-haired boy is to be trusted, was there actually something wrong with you? Additionally, who had he chosen for you? Maybe if it was meant to be and all that jazz, you could just have Cupid introduce the two of you and he can be on his way. That’d be much simpler than trying to wrap your head around the idea that Roman Gods existed.

“Who’s the person?”

He smirks, appearing to be amused at your shy remark, “Mortals are simple creatures. It matters more whether your significant other is as good-looking as you imagined than the possibility that something is very wrong with you.”

“Hey, I didn’t say that. Besides, you could just wingman me with the guy you picked and then go back to shooting people for fun. You’re acting like the end of the world is coming.”

Lounging on your couch, he grabs one of the decorative pillows next to him and begins playing with the loose strands like an easily entertained cat. You sit down next to him, grabbing the other cushion to hold in your arms for security while he exhales in disappointment.

“It’s not that easy. This isn’t something that’s supposed to happen,” he admits, tossing the pillow aside and training his eyes on you.

“Well, you could always ask one of your fellow gods, right? Isn’t your mom Venus or something? I’m sure she has plenty of experience in the love department,” you suggest, wondering if you were being too gullible by accepting and participating in his fantastical stories.

He scoffs, “If she knew about you, she’d just tell me to kill you.”

“Okay so we won’t be asking her for help under any circumstances. Got it.”

He laughs again, and you can’t help but crack a smile of your own. Maybe in another world, if he just happened to be a random boy you bumped into one day, you’d actually want to be friends with him. But in your reality, he was supposed to be a god. If your lessons in Roman mythology meant anything, humans should probably fear those like him instead of inviting them into their one-bedroom apartments.

“You’re probably one of the more amusing mortals I’ve met recently,” he grins, “Do you still want to know who I chose for you?”

Heart racing, it was as if you could feel your pulse thrumming in anticipation. Wasn’t this what every person wanted? To know who they would end up with, to know who they were supposed to love until their last breath? Even if you were a self-declared non-romantic, the idea was still interesting. Its appeal was still undeniable, even if it wasn’t a priority for you.

But then you hesitated, wondering if it was beneficial for you to even know this. Did you like the idea of this cheeky boy just randomly selecting a guy for you? Maybe free will was just an illusion, but how would you even go about your life if you knew that you were supposed to be with someone—no alternatives? That kind of pressure just didn’t float your boat at all.

“Never mind actually. It’s probably better if you don’t tell me.”

This statement surprises him, because he actually leans forward to rest his palm against your forehead with a concerned expression on his features. Up close, you can see the pretty faint freckles across the bridge of his nose and the small speckles of gold in his irises. No, this boy is definitely not human.

“What happened to Y/N?” he jokes, laughing when you brush his hand away to look at him with a frown.

“Look, it doesn’t mean I’m not curious. Besides, now I can pick who I want to be with without your ministrations being a part of it,” you huff, crossing your arms.

Smirking, you can see the mischievousness lighting up his eyes at your words, “And how will you know that the man you’ve ‘picked’ isn’t just someone else I’ve chosen to hit you through the heart with?”

You don’t respond at his teasing question which causes your guest to lean back once again with satisfaction. If he really was the omnipotent entity he claimed to be, you guess you wouldn’t really know if you liked someone out of your own volition. At least you could now pin the blame of being with some of your past exes as a result of Cupid’s interference and not your lack of good judgment.

“I’m going to have to monitor you for a few days. I’ll head back to Olympus every once in a while, seeing if I can find any answers for this oddity. If anything strange happens, just call for me.”

You pull out your cell on instinct, and he laughs while taking the device and slipping it back into your pocket. Instead, he takes your hands in his and intertwines your fingers together as if you were praying.

“You want me to pray to you and you’ll just show up?” you ask incredulously, trying hard to ignore the way you could feel the blood rushing to your head at his warm touch against the backs of your hands.

He nods, “It’s how it used to be, back when you all believed in us. I’ll be off now. See you tomorrow.”

One second, he’s there and the next he’s not. Standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room, fingers interlocked, you could genuinely convince yourself that you had just had an extremely hyper realistic dream. Unfortunately, the lingering heat of his hold on you remains undeniable.

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Enjoying the tart taste spreading across your tongue from your homemade lemon tea, you set your glass down before admiring the semi-finished piece in front of you. You had set the wedding dress onto a mannequin in your studio after completing the final details to better observe the overall look. You need to pull in the waist a bit more and fix the neckline, so you step forward to remove the dress and get to work again.

“It looks nice.”

The sudden words cause you to almost trip over your own feet and you have no choice but to grab your mannequin for balance. Cupid chuckles from behind you, and you glance at him wide-eyed long enough to catch what look like wings folding behind his back before they disappear.

“Hello,” you squeak, surprised at his random entrance after leaving you alone for two days.

“You’re quite talented for someone who designs and makes the pieces herself,” he muses, stepping closer to you to catch the fabric of the lace sleeve in his fingertips.

“It’s nothing really. I’m just a decent option for someone looking for something original and unique, I suppose.”

He tilts your chin up to look at him and the motion sends an entire series of shockwaves through your system. No one had been this close to you in a long time, so maybe you were just reacting because of the unfamiliarity.

Yeah, that’s probably what it was.

Cupid hesitates, as if he had lost his train of thought, before quickly recovering, “Give yourself more credit, love.”

Pulling away from you, he leans back against your workbench with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Shaking the bangs away from his eyes, he says, “Do you feel any different?”

“No. I had half the mind that I just dreamt the whole thing,” you reply, finally letting go of the mannequin and stepping towards your desk to find some thread and a sewing needle.

He hums in thought, watching your movements as he says, “I haven’t had much luck either. I went to Vulcan, asked him if he could look at my arrows. He said they were in good working order but replaced a few of them anyways at my request.”

“Vulcan? Is that Hephaestus’s Roman name?”

“Yes, I wonder why Greek names are more familiar to you. Perhaps schooling is different nowadays,” he comments, watching as you take a seat across from him and begin making your adjustments.

“If it’s any consolation, they do look shinier than before,” you tease, pointing at the quiver appearing on his back.

He gives you an amused chuckle, pulling out one of the arrows to examine it from its point to the sleek feathers at its very end. When it finally disappears from his hands to return to its home on his back, he quips, “Are you sure you’re not a demigod?”

The question catches you off guard for sure, but you decide to play his game anyways, and think back to your parents. Did they ever do anything that seemed…otherworldly? Did they seem like the type of people to run off and have a tryst with some Olympian god or goddess?

Haha, definitely not.

You shake your head, giggling at the possibility since you knew your parents very well. He takes your answer with a nod and continues looking out towards the large window at the scene outside. The sky is a pale blue today with fluffy white clouds gliding by with ease. You were almost done with this order, and you planned to ship it to your customer this weekend. Maybe you’d enjoy a picnic outside to celebrate afterwards.

“Do you…have another name that you use? Calling you Cupid just seems weird. I still can’t get the name to disassociate from the image of a chubby winged baby in my head.”

He takes your question seriously, a trait you notice by the way he’s seemingly lost in thought. You wait patiently though, continuing to work on your methodical stiches as he ponders.

“Yoongi,” he finally says, appearing satisfied.

“Yoongi? That’s an interesting choice,” you reply, feeling the way this new name rolled off your tongue.

“It was the name of a mortal I knew. I quite like it.”

You accept his choice, finishing your alteration on the neckline and deciding to call it a day. You’ll spend the next few days attaching the sequins, which was bound to be an exhausting task. Just as you’re about to set the dress back on your trusty mannequin, the sound of glass breaking causes you to scream.

A creature seemingly out of your worst nightmares crawls through the windowpane, flames of fire spilling from its mouth. You can’t help but cling onto the back of Yoongi’s sweatshirt once he backs up against you in a defensive stance. The monster looks like a lion from the front, but you notice what appears to be a snake lazily dancing back and forth from where its tail ought to be. Oh, and was that the head of a goat sticking out from its back?

You never thought about how you would die, but this sure wasn’t at the top of your list.

“Fuck, why is this here?” Yoongi growls, and the deep sound that resonates from his chest makes you tighten your fingers on him.

“What is it?” you ask, but the way your voice is compressed in fear barely lets the words escape from your lips. It seems to ignore Cupid altogether, the blazing coals it calls eyes refusing to look away from your fearful expression.

He ignores your question, instead sweeping you off your feet and uttering, “Hold on tight” before skirting around the edge of the room with the creature hot on his heels. You don’t need to be told twice, immediately ducking your head into his shoulder, trying your best to ignore the way the beast sounded dangerously close. When you finally dare to open your eyes, Yoongi has ducked through the gaping hole where your window once was with his hand on the back of your head. He looks down at you briefly before jumping off the ledge.

Your scream sticks in your throat, as you feel the pit of your stomach fall alongside your body. A second later however, the two of you are gliding upwards as if flying. The buildings are a blur with how fast you are going, so you opt to just close your eyes and keep a locked grip on your savior. Even though you had no clue where you were being taken, you sure as hell weren’t about to return to your apartment even if it hadn’t turned into a pile of ashes by now.

When Yoongi finally stops, it feels like an eternity has passed, and your head is so dizzy that you’re forced to lean against a tree for support. As you try to keep the contents of your stomach from making an appearance, you make out the blurry form of your new friend pacing back and forth with his hair a mess. He is very clearly stressed, so you shift to grip the side of his pant leg when he paces closer to you.

“We’re fine now,” you mumble, tugging him closer. You hope he sits down so you could lean your head on his shoulder. It was starting to get chilly and you want to get ahold of whatever warmth was currently available.

Perhaps he can read your mind too because he kneels in the grass in front of you and fixes the locks of hair plastered to your clammy skin. He doesn’t seem the least bit grossed out, instead having what looks like worry in those odd eyes of his.

“I can’t believe you’re reassuring me when I’m pretty sure you would’ve died if I weren’t there.”

The words bring you back to reality as you shudder uncontrollably. You definitely would’ve died. That thing looked like it could rip you in two if it truly wanted to, and you weren’t exactly skilled in self-defense. Maybe you were too dumb to realize the danger of the current situation, but you were more concerned by the fact that Yoongi looked deathly afraid.

“Was that something from…your world?” you ask, grateful for the gentle grasp Yoongi had on your wrists. It comforted you knowing that you weren’t alone in this chaos.

“That was a chimera. Our worlds are essentially one and the same, but yes, creatures like that usually don’t just stop by for a house party,” he grunts, shifting so he can sit in front of you with his legs splayed to corner you against the tree.

You still have your legs pulled against your chest, so you lean your cheek against your knees as you regard him intently. He didn’t look anything like a god, and if you saw Yoongi walking on the street you probably wouldn’t have given him a second look. This whole ordeal balanced on the edge of surreal, but you were sure now that with whatever just happened, you were in danger. You wish the arrow worked on you earlier. You would’ve fell in love with some random person but at least you wouldn’t be fearing for your life. Maybe you wouldn’t have met the living embodiment of attraction, but you would’ve been back to normalcy. Isn’t that well worth it?

Struggling to understand why your heart hesitated at the possibility of never meeting Yoongi, you’re barely aware that he is pulling you to your feet until he has an arm wrapped around your waist to support your weak form.

“Can you stand?” he asks, and his fingers feel like they are burning against your side. Even through your sweater, you clearly feel each indent against your skin.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you give him your best attempt at a smile, following him as he walks you further into the forest. Thankfully, he eventually lets you go when he’s assured that you can walk without passing out. His proximity was doing crazy things to your senses, so you are grateful that he let you process your experiences without distraction.

He’s led you to an inconspicuous cave whose entrance is covered by a few hanging willow branches. He brushes these aside before letting you crawl in. The inside is surprisingly dry and you finally take a seat on a smooth, protruding boulder in the corner to stretch your legs out from the trek.

“It’s not a 5-star hotel, but it should do for now. You’ll be safe here until I find out what’s going in,” he says, and in the darkness you can barely make out his form in front of you.

Snapping his fingers, a fire appears in front of you. As you realize that this fire appears to be without a fuel source, you are once again forced to accept that your life is never going to be the same. Hesitantly reaching out to warm your shaking fingers against the heat, you watch as the light of the flickering flames dance across Yoongi’s face. He looks worried and concerned for you, so you can’t help but look away.

Your hands itch for your notebook, but you simply make a mental note to yourself instead: fire and shadows, a golden-eyed boy, warmth.

At this point, he takes off his hoodie and you can’t help the way your eyes immediately dart to the sliver of skin that shows at his waist when his t-shirt rises alongside his movements. When Yoongi finally emerges, a hand running through his locks, you hope that the heat you’re feeling is only from the fire.

He wraps the garment around your shoulders before tying the sleeves around your arms without a word. Taking one last look at you, he lets his touch linger for a second too long against your thigh before he stands to take his leave. This time, you keep your eyes trained on his as he begins to slowly dissipate. You tell yourself that you won’t blink because as long as you’re looking, he can’t leave. Your weary gaze finally betrays you, and when you open your eyes, he’s gone.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Turns out you wouldn’t have to worry about food, because every couple of hours, you’d magically find some food appearing by the fire Yoongi had made for you. Your phone had long since died, so you weren’t even sure what day it was. Using the appearance of the regular meals to gage the passing of time, you hoped that Cupid would come back for you soon. Your customer’s order would be due soon anyways. At this, you couldn’t help but giggle when you realized how much your commitments meant to you-- even if you were on the verge of getting eaten by a lion hybrid.

It appears that Yoongi had been more observant that you gave him credit for. Every meal, he has only given you pad thai with the ingredients you ordered the night you met him. It was cute how he went with something he knew you liked, likely worried that he could choose something you were allergic to or disliked. He did alternate between cool lemon tea in the mornings and warm chamomile tea in the evenings, but you are sure you won’t be ordering thai food for a long time after you get out of here.

Just as you finish the last of your tea while pondering actually praying to him to get him to show up, Yoongi appears before you. Without a second thought, you scramble up to give him a hug. It seems that even for a god, he doesn’t expect this. Your tackle causes him to briefly lose his balance.

“Easy there,” he laughs, his deep voice mixing beautifully with his laughter as it echoes against his chest.

“Sorry,” you fumble, pulling away quickly and wondering if mortals were allowed to be hugging Roman Gods.

“Have you been alright?” he asks, ruffling your hair fondly with a smile.

You hum in agreement, relishing the way his fingers felt tugging against your locks, “Might need to take a break from pad thai for a while though.”

Chuckling, he extinguishes the fire with a wave of his hand before tugging you out of the cave. The sudden sunlight causes you cover your eyes, gripping his sleeve instead to guide you as you walk. Instead, he carries you in his arms once again before flying off to god-knows-where. At this point, you simply submit in his hold, as you trust him enough as the only person who knew better than you did at the moment.

You’re pleasantly surprised to find that he has brought you to your apartment, and even more pleased to find that your window has been returned to its original state. In fact, everything inside remains perfectly undisturbed.

“How’d we get in if the window is fixed?” you ask, pressing your fingertips against the glass to ensure that it was indeed repaired.

“I stopped by before the chimera appeared without having to bust your windows open, if you remember,” he teases, pulling the curtains aside to let in some light.

“Fair enough.”

You immediately head inside to ensure that the wedding dress was still in your office. You let a relieved sigh escape your lips when you notice it resting happily on your mannequin in the corner, looking as perfect as before.

“Y/N, we need to talk about something,” Yoongi says, pulling out a chair and straddling it as he watches you work with the bag of sequins you prepared earlier for this project.

“What’s up?” you ask, already getting back to work by sewing each individual sparkle into the layers of fabric.

“The chimera from earlier, it was sent by someone.”

His words cause your hand to falter, but you remind yourself that you have to make up for lost time, so you continue working furiously.

“Who have I angered?” you ask, trying to keep the concern out of your tone.

Cupid sighs, and when he finally replies, you’re forced to drop the dress entirely.

“Venus? So, she found out about me?” you bite your lip to stop it from trembling under this revelation.

He grips your hands in his own now that yours are no longer busy with working. The emotions swirling in his gaze allows the weird feelings to return to your heart once again. When he makes a request of you, you can’t help but take notice of the way he’s practically begging.

“Y/N, please let me protect you. I can take you somewhere she’ll never find you. We can be together, and you’ll be safe for the rest of your life. I promise.”

Of course, the offer is tempting. You aren’t sure if it’s the confusing feelings you’re beginning to develop for him or if he’s working some sort of love magic on you, but you actually consider his proposition for a good second or two. But eventually, the dazzle of the pearl white dress on your workbench breaks you out of your reverie. Did you want to spend the rest of your life in hiding? Would you still be able to do what you loved? Would you still be able to see your family and friends?

“I can’t,” you reply, giving him a sad smile and a small squeeze with your hands. You can’t accept the hurt on his face, so you go back to work so you can focus on the shiny beads on the waistline of the dress instead.

“I can’t let you die.”

His voice sounds so broken, so lost, so defeated that you almost didn’t recognize its owner. Brushing aside the wetness suddenly flowing across your cheeks as a result of his words and your own fear, you try your best not to let your tears fall onto your customer’s order.

“Y/N please. Look at me?” Yoongi begs, and when you risk a look at him, the tear clinging to edge of his waterline finally rolls down his cheek.

When you realize you’re kissing him, the first thought that manages to form is that his lips are so soft. It’s like you pressed your mouth against a carefree cloud, or some bright pink cotton candy based on the gentle sweetness that slowly begins spreading throughout your body. His cheeks are damp, and you can’t help but whisper “please, don’t cry” against his lips. His laugh mixes with a sob, as he tightens his grip on your waist.

You pull back, and for a second you forget that the man before you is an all-powerful god. As he sits in front of you, brushing your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, he is simply a soft-hearted boy crying over imagining a tomorrow without you. You wonder momentarily if it were possible for him to fall in love, because you were already beginning to feel the rush of falling.

“Am I crazy for liking you?” he chuckles, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer were written there, “I make others fall in love for the shits and giggles, and now I’m the butt of the joke.”

“How did I attract a god?” you muse, pinching his cheeks for your own personal enjoyment.

Yoongi falls back into his thoughts again, and you once again wait patiently for him to form his words. You were willing to wait, because you knew that when he finally spoke, it meant that he had truly considered each and every word he uttered.

“You’re witty. You love to crack jokes, especially when the situation turns awkward. It’s endearing, so much so that I just want to kiss the satisfied grin off your mouth. You’re hardworking and talented, placing the needs of others before your own. You commit yourself to your job, creating art as if it’s second nature. Even after your life gets hit with a whole shitstorm, you work on a wedding dress someone else ordered and tell me not to cry.”

A laugh escapes you as a desperate attempt to cover the fact that you’re certain you are as red as a cherry tomato and that you have the sudden urge to kiss Yoongi again.

The two of you decide to enjoy the simple happiness you feel with your newfound feelings for as long as you can without discussing Venus again. Once again, you find yourself working on the silky fabric of a bride-to-be’s wedding dress in your armchair in the living room. Except this time, Cupid has his arms wrapped around you as you sit in his lap. The two of you watch the sunset together after you decide to take a break, and he massages your wrists for you.

“I don’t want to hide, Yoongi.”

He makes a small noise acknowledging your words, seemingly more invested in nuzzling the exposed skin at the crook of your neck. You pinch his thigh to get his attention before continuing, “I can’t live like that. I’d rather die doing what I loved and enjoying every moment than being locked away somewhere—even if I were with you. Does that make sense?”

“Of course, my stubborn Y/N. I’ll do my best to keep you safe from her nevertheless.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shift in your seat so you can finally look at your brown-haired boy with surprise. You almost regret this decision, because the amount of adoration pouring from the personification of affection himself is almost too much for your mortal self to handle.

“I’m your Y/N now?”

He chuckles, smoothing out your furrowed brow with the tips of his fingers, each stroke leaving a lingering trail of warmth against your skin.

“Are you forgetting the vow I just gave you? A god just promised to protect you, mortal. Have some decorum.”

You frown, feeling too foolishly emboldened to be stopped now.

“Yeah well the witty, hardworking, and talented mortal just asked you a question,” you say smartly, playing with the strands of hair at the edge of his ear.

The golden stars in Yoongi’s eyes seem to shine brighter than before as he says, “For as long as you’ll have me. I’ll love you.”

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lunar-girl-fic · 4 years ago

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Stuck~ Part 3

Warning: None (If there’s any I would greatly appreciate it if someone told me :))

Y/N POV

Word Count: 1199

A/N: In no way am I condoning nor am I glorifying the behavior displayed in this story. It is purely fiction and I based this on experiences from my personal life and others I know. With that being said, if you are in a relationship with someone who does something to you without your consent and they put the blame on you I would advise you to reconsider your relationship with that person. In general it’s not really a healthy relationship and it may worsen. I’m not trying to tell anyone what to do I’m just giving honest advice I wish I heard when I was younger.

A/N: I’m so sorry for the late update. I haven’t written in a while and getting my brain to switch back into writing took a little time. I think there should be one last part to this and most likely be a little longer than the others. I’ll try to start writing it starting tomorrow or at least until my air condition is fixed. Again I’m sooo sorry for keeping you all waiting :(

"Y/N noona would you like to go on a date with me?"

Were the words that played through your head as you were getting ready for your date. Date? Yes, you agreed to go out with Changkyun. Even though at first you felt like you were betraying Wonho you quickly remembered he already moved on so what was the harm in you doing the same.

You decided to wear a hoodie and jeans since you guys weren't going anywhere fancy. You also didn't want to attract the attention of certain people who make it their life's work to know every single thing about an idol.

Glancing at the time you realized it was time to make your way to the location. You told Changkyun not to pick you up just in case sasaengs’ or dispatch were following him and you certainly did not want them knowing where you lived. The place wasn't too far so you opted to walk there to blend in with the crowd that would be in the area of your date. The restaurant Changkyun chose was small but also provided private dining areas for families or the occasional idol who wanted privacy while dining.

It didn't take long for you to get there. By the time you arrived Changkyun was already in the room so all you had to do was have the waiter escort you to the room. When you walked in he immediately raised his head to see who entered and he smiled widely.

"Noona! You came." He said as he grasped your hand to guide you to the seat in front of him.

"Of course I came, I did say I would? And please don't call me noona, makes me feel old." You joked.

"Sorry bout that noo- Y/N"

"It's fine Kyunnie"

There was an awkward silence. Before you broke up with Wonho you used to hang out at the dorms a lot. One would think that with the amount of time you were at the dorms having a conversation with Changkyun would be easy at this moment. The problem was that every time you went to the dorm Chankgyun would only greet you and say nothing else. Which is why you are having a hard time thinking of a topic to talk about since you knew absolutely nothing about him.

"So umm how's everything going?"

"I guess everything's going well. Comeback just finished so were able to finally get a breather."

"Oh yeah, you told me about that the other day at the shop. How was it?"

"Eh it was okay. Not gonna lie it was quite possibly the most strenuous dance we had to do. Even Shownu hyungs back started to hurt again because of it."

Your eyes widened in shock, "Is he okay!?"

"He's doing much better now with therapy and all. Doctor said he should be able to continue dancing within a week or two."

"That's good."

"Yea..."

Cue the awkward silence except this time you knew Changkyun wanted to ask you something but was hesitating for some reason.

"Soo is there anything you wanna ask?"

"Kind of but I'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask..."

"Well... we won't know unless you ask."

He took a deep breath, "Okay so I really hope you won't take offense to this but why did you just up an leave Wonho hyung?"

You were a little shocked by his forwardness but quickly regained your composure. "I left because he was being selfish."

"Really?"

"Yea... did he tell you something different?"

"Well-uh-he-I" He started stuttering while playing with his hands.

You gently grabbed his hands, "Changkyun, if you don't want to tell me that's okay. But I promise I won't get mad at you."

"Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear." You said as you intertwined your pinkies.

Changkyun let out a deep breath "He said that you left because you were being selfish."

"Selfish how?"

"You didn't want to have any babies with him and wasted his time. That you could've told him at the beginning of the relationship before things became serious. How whenever he mentioned wanting to start a family with you, you never mentioned that you didn't want to have any kids. He pretty much put the blame all on you."

You sat there soaking in everything he just said. Although you promised not to get mad you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anger. How dare he blame? Especially after what he did? You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't realize your anger was starting to show in your body language.

"Uh Y/N? Are you angry? Aw man I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I know I just ruined our date for sure." He whined.

You were snapped back into reality, "Kyunnie I'm not angry at you."

"You aren't?"

"Nope."

"But are you angry in general..."

You scoffed, "Oh absolutely. I am beyond pissed. If I was a cartoon I wuld probably have smoke coming out of my ears."

"... So your that mad huh?"

"Yepp"

"Does that mean our date is over?"

"I wouldn't say it's colmpletely over, we can still continue our date today just right after a little intermission."

He looked at you dumbfounded, "I may not go on dates often but I'm pretty sure intermissions aren't normal."

"Since when did any of you do "normal" things"

He took time to think "Mmm you right... So what were planning on doing?"

“Going to the dorms to confront him."

Changkyun looked at you like you grew two heads "You're gonna do what now?!"

"I'm going to the dorms to talk to him."

"Yo- you can't do that!”

"And why not?"

"Be-because..."

"Because what?"

"Well... because... you just can't. And I'm pretty sure he didn't mean what he said."

"And exactly how did you come to that conclusion."

"When he said that he was sad and angry. He wasn't thinking right."

"Angry or not he shouldn't have said those things. But for now I'll take in what you said and listen to his side of the story before making any irrational decision."

There was a brief silence before Changkyun broke it. "So I'm guessing our dates over."

"Unfortunately for now it is but I promise to make it up to you. I really wanna get to know you more." You said with a shy smile. Truth is you actually did want to get to know him better. He seemed like such a sweet guy who is obviously different than Wonho and it was welcomed change for a relationship.

"Really?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course."

Changkyun called the waiter and payed for the drinks. He then called his manager and explained the situation which he surprisingly agreed to give you a ride to the dorms. It didn't take long for him to arrive since he was waiting in the parking lot.

Once you got settled in the vehicle you started thinking about how to confront Wonho. Your stomach started to hurt due to the anxiety you were feeling. You should've thought this through before you made any decisions but it's now or never ...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photo’s of gifs used. I got them off of google and tumblr.

#monsta x #monsta x angst #monsta x fluff #monsta x smut #monsta x wonho #wonho angst #wonho fluff #wonho smut

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loversamongus · 5 years ago

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Coffee, Chills, and Closeness | modern!Zuko x reader

a/n: I was really happy with the way Friends, Fevers, and Family Movies came out so I decided to write a sequel to it in which you now have to take care of a sick, grumpy, little Zuko. I just really love good ol’ fluff.

warnings: characters sick with the flu; some language

words: 2.2k

After a few more days of bed rest and bowls of Katara’s special flu season homemade soup, you were starting to feel much better. The color reappeared in your face, the bounce returned to your step, and clarity chased out the dizziness in your head. Your best friends noticed your change in health and mood almost immediately.

“Must be my soup,” Katara said as you bounced past her in the kitchen to reach your cereal. You couldn’t help but question a knowing look in her eye. You raised an eyebrow in response.

“Or maybe just some good nights of sleep,” she continued. “You’ve had a smile plastered on your sleepy face for a couple nights now.”

“I’m gonna ignore the fact that you’ve been watching me sleep and eat my breakfast now, if you don’t mind.”

But what Katara said couldn’t be completely ignored, no. You don’t often remember your dreams, but recently you’ve been able to remember one recurring image that has appeared in your subconscious for the last few nights in a row. A certain shaggy haired, golden eyed someone kissing your forehead, just the remembrance of the sensation is enough to give you the chills again. Of course, there were cowboy dolls and astronaut action figures dancing in the background so the mushiness of the dream didn’t last too long.

It’s funny how the nostalgia of your childhood could wiggle its way into any dream, conversation, or movie night decision. You didn’t have a particularly cushy childhood but it was stable enough compared to your friends. While little you sat on the floor of your living room rewatching The Lion King for the umpteenth time, Sokka and Katara were mourning the loss of their mother, Aang was shouldering enormous responsibility that isolated him from his grammar school friends, Toph was being sheltered and completely restricted from most activities by her parents, and Zuko. Well Zuko hasn’t shared much about his childhood with you but the parts he did definitely weren’t filled with faith, trust, and pixie dust.

Your thoughtful reminiscing was quickly interrupted by Sokka barging through the front door, carrying three cups of Jasmine Dragon tea. While handing one cup to his sister and one cup to you, a devilish smirk grew on his face.

“You got your boyfriend sick.”

“My what?”

“You heard me. Iroh told me he came in for his shift all wheezing and hacking and snivelly and had to send him home. Sounds a lot like someone I know.”

“I- Sokka, Zuko isn’t my boyfriend. “

“Yeah, yeah, and I’m not the funniest, sexiest, strongest, most talented man on the planet.”

You heard Katara nearly choke on her orange juice and you reached to pat her on the back before grabbing your wallet and house keys.

“Okay well, I don’t have time to unpack all of that with you. I have to get to the diner.”

At this point, Sokka had already made his bowl of cereal and with a very full mouth, he seemed to be talking to his spoon more so than you. “That’s because you know it’s Zuko.”

“What?”

“I said tell Suki I love her!”

With a roll of your eyes, you headed out the door. For a few moments, you grumbled to yourself over the annoyance of Sokka’s teasing. But very quickly into your walk to the diner, a wave of guilt rushed over you. Zuko is sick with the flu. You knew you shouldn’t have snuggled up to him or cried on his shoulder while watching Toy Story 2!

“Okay but it’s not all my fault. He’s the one that kissed me on my feverish forehead. That was a mistake,” you mumbled to yourself.

Once at the diner, you headed to the workroom to get your apron but before starting the breakfast shift, you took out your phone to send a quick text.

hey heard you were sick :( how ya doing?

Not a minute goes by before you get a response.

Uncle exaggerates. I’m completely fine.

Letting out a sigh, you wonder how you could have met anyone as stubborn as you. The small smile forming on your lips is quickly erased by the sound of your manager calling for you to get on the floor. Your sick friend would have to wait.

The morning shift started out the same as it always had, and you were grateful for the routine after being out sick for the past week. A couple of the regulars welcomed you back with warm smiles and kind tips, while you still made sure to avoid small talk with some of the other diner patrons. Seriously, what was up with that cabbage obsessed man? The morning hours seemed to fly by with ease. Just as you were refilling a coffee pot, however, your calm routine was shattered when you noticed a very pale, black-haired man slouched over one of your tables.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper-yelled at him before passing his table to refill one of your other table’s coffee mugs.

“Getting some breakfast,” he whispered back, propping his droopy head up on his hand.

“Well it’s almost lunch now, you idiot.”

“Getting some brunch then.” A dopey smile appeared on his face but you could see in his eyes that he must not have slept well last night.

“Zuko,” you said, almost scolding. “You shouldn’t be here. You have the flu.”

“I do not. I’m just tired. Can I have some coffee, please?”

“If you’re just tired, why do you sound all congested?” you asked as you poured some coffee for him.

“Allergies,” he replied simply but unconvincingly.

“Oh my god, Zuko,” you began to raise your voice but immediately regretted it when you saw your friend raise his hands to his head. A migraine no doubt, the memory of those still fresh in your head from your own bout with the flu. Lowering your voice, you spoke to him again.

“Why did you come here when you’re sick?”

“It’s Tuesday. I always come in for breakfast on Tuesdays to see you.”

Goddamnit. After being out for a week, you completely lost track of what day it was. Also goddamnit again. Zuko really dragged himself out just to keep up this little ritual even though he looks AWFUL. Okay, not completely awful because somehow even when he’s sick, the way he looks at you could give you chills and suddenly you’re remembering that forehead kiss again and--

“Excuse me, miss? Can I get some more orange juice?”

“Yes, of course. One moment please,” you snap out of your thoughts and reply to your waiting tables.

Before going over to satisfy your customer’s request, however, you turn back to Zuko with a gentle smile. “I’ll bring you some toast and some fruit. I’m sure that’s all you’ll be able to keep down anyways.”

It didn’t take long for the kitchen to fill Zuko’s order and once it was complete, you headed back over to his direction. You had to stop right in your tracks for a moment though and take in the picture before you. In the booth sat a sleepy little Zuko still perched up on his hand but his eyes have fluttered shut. Noiselessly, you place down his plate of toast and fruit in front of him and gently nudge his shoulder to wake him up.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Eat as much as you can. I’ve got one more table to take care of before my shift ends. Then you can drive me home. If you can stay awake, that is.”

“Mmmmmm thanks,” he muttered into his hand.

You left him to pick at his food while you finished up with your last table. When you returned to Zuko about twenty minutes later, you jokingly congratulated him on eating half of his toast and a couple pieces of cantaloupe-- probably more than you had eaten when you had the flu yourself. As you started taking away his plate, you caught Zuko reaching into his pocket to take out his wallet. Knowing what little you actually served him, you stopped him before he could take out more bills than was necessary.

“No, stop. We talked about this. I don’t take tips from friends.”

“It’s only fair and it’s the right thing to do.”

“No. You took care of me when I was sick, that covers it fine.”

“How ‘bout another tip? You should wear your hair up more often. It looks nice like that.”

“Here’s one for you. You’re delirious. Give me your keys, I’m driving.”

With that, your shift was over and you were gathering your things to go home. Zuko did manage to put up a little bit of a fight over letting you drive but once you shot him your “I’m serious, mister” look, he finally gave in. It was a short drive back home but you couldn’t help but glance over at your passenger every now and again. It was rare to see Zuko in such a state as he is always the put-together one in the friend group. That wave of guilt rushes over you again since you were the one that got him sick in the first place.

“No, it was the forehead kiss. His own fault,” you mumble to yourself.

“What?”

“NOTHING. Uh, Katara still has some leftover soup. Why don’t you come up and have some? OH! And we can finish Toy Story 2 since someone didn’t let me finish it last time.”

“I’ll come for the soup but not for the movie.”

“ZUKO. I was cured by the nostalgic joy of my childhood, it can cure you, too!!”

“I don’t have any ‘nostalgic joy from my childhood’ in case you forgot. My mother left, my father scarred my face, and my sister hates me.”

Thankful you had come to a red light, you looked over to Zuko with concern. But he did not look back. His head was leaning on the window and with his arms folded, he avoided your gaze and continued to stare out the window.

“Well, all the more reason to finish the movie,” you tried to say lightheartedly, but the rest of the drive was silent.

Once you’ve reached the apartment, you ordered Zuko to make himself comfy on the couch while you threw some soup in the microwave. You spy a note on the kitchen counter from Katara explaining that she’s out to lunch with Aang and Sokka went to the gym with Suki. You smiled, happy that you could avoid good-natured sibling teasing for the time being. When the soup was ready, you turned to find Zuko sitting on the couch under a pile of blankets and holding the remote for the DVD player.

“I thought you didn’t want to finish the movie,” you questioned, handing him the bowl of soup.

“But you do.”

Your grinned ecstatically, quickly moving to sit next to him on the couch.

“You shouldn’t get too close. You’ll get sick again.”

“I’m immune now, it’s fine,” you said as you reached to share one of his blankets.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. At all,” he replied, but his protests ended there as the movie started back up.

As you were getting yourself comfortable on the couch, your arm grazed Zuko’s and your body shook, chilled from the cold skin. Zuko noticed immediately and looked over at you questioningly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, you’re just cold. Eat your soup, it’ll warm you up.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Um, I had to take those pills when you watched me so the least you can do is eat some soup.”

With a small smirk, Zuko obliged and ate a few spoonfuls of soup before laying back against the couch. You cuddled up closer to him, figuring if the soup doesn’t warm him up, you definitely could. Once you rested your head on his shoulder, his head gently tilted to rest on yours, a much familiar scene from the time you were sick. Although the roles have been reversed this time around, the warmth of happiness bursting through your chest from this closeness is unchanged. You felt his left arm wrap around you before settling at your waist, and you reach up with your right hand to hold onto his. Sure, Toy Story 2 isn’t a romantic movie by any means, but it makes you happy. Just like Zuko does.

The movie ends with Wheezy singing his rendition of “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” and you looked up at Zuko as if to say, “See? I told you Wheezy comes back. I love this part,” but he’s already asleep. It seems like you’ll never be able to get him to watch the whole movie, but you sighed contently anyways. Then, in a fit of sudden boldness, you sat up to inch closer to Zuko and kiss his cheek softly.

He stirred and looked at you through drowsy, half-closed eyes.

“That’s not fair,” he said. “I can’t kiss you back properly while I’m sick.”

You smiled and leaned in closer.

“I’ll settle for a forehead kiss for now.”

“Deal.” After giving to you what you asked for, he gazed admiringly at you for a few moments before falling back to sleep. You could have sworn he had a dopey grin on his face, too, and you wondered if this is what Katara saw on you the past few nights. You settle back against Zuko’s chest and let his breathing lull you to sleep. The two of you fell into such a deep sleep, while in each other’s arms, that not even the sound of Katara and Sokka double hi-fiving after spotting you both on the couch woke you up.

#zuko #zuko fic #atla #atla fic #zuko x reader #modern!zuko #I DID IT

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gldie · 4 years ago

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✰ ⊰ GOLDIE: ❛ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐏.

A year after her departure from KPWR-FM, 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄 has scored a career as being a television host for BET. In this interview, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 took the time to drive right on down to Westchester to ask her all the questions that people want to know about her rise to fame and how she’s juggling it along with motherhood and her love-life.

━━ ❛ 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Goldie mfn’ Forde! How are you doin’ on this beautiful afternoon? Your house looks great, by the way. I love it! Thank you so much for havin’ me.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Holli Hoooood! I’m doin’ great, actually. Just tryna’ get used to being on the opposite end of an interview. But, no. Thank you for takin’ the interest in interviewing lil’ ol’ me. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Well, we gotta interview the hottest women in the game right now and your talk show THE GOLDEN HOUR has been killing it as of lately. You should be proud! You workin’ your ass off and still make time to be a mother. I must say your little boy is the cutest. [ The woman gestures at the little boy who is sleeping on her mother’s lap. ]

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Aw, gosh. [ She blushes with a wide smile on her face and she glances down at him, running her hand along the baby’s back. ] I don’t know what else to say but thank you. All these compliments makin’ me blush! [ She laughs softly before looking back at the interviewer. ] Workin’ my ass off is in my blood, though. I gotta from my momma. She don’t play that lazy sh*t. Doesn’t he look just like his momma, though? I need that on the record just in case someone tries to say that he looks like his daddy. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: He sure does, y’all look like twins. Woulda’ swore that you had that baby on your own, honestly. [ The interviewer chuckles before placing her hand on the notepad she held. ] But how are you liking motherhood? Is it a hard transition?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ The smile on her face doesn’t fade doesn’t fade until she hears the last question that she asks. Sighing softly, she looks up at the sky as she tries to find the words to answer. ] In the beginning it was actually. I struggled a lot trying to get use to being a mother and not letting it consume who I am. Like of course, I’m a mother before everything, but I’m also a sister, friend, business woman, you know stuff outside of that. [ Looking back at the interviewer, she continues with a soft smile on her face. ] I also kinda’ struggled to connect with my child. I felt like I wasn’t going to be the best mother to him, I felt lonely, the whole nine. But now, we’re good. He’s my whole heart. Who I do it for, my everything. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: That’s beautiful, Goldie. I know a lot of women struggle with Post-partum depression after having their first child. I know it must be hard trying to balance your career-life and being a mother but you make it look easy.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Whew, girl when I tell you it takes a village and that’s the only reason it looks so damn easy. [ A laugh emits from her lips before she feels her child shift in her lap. Mouthing the words oops, she picks him up in her arms before looking over her shoulder for her mother. ] Mommmyyyy, can you get your grand-baby? [ She speaks softly so that she won’t disturb him before pecking his cheek repeatedly. Once her mother walks over and takes him, she turns around to finish the question. ] Without that woman, wouldn’t be no Goldie on television. My mother and father, his father along with his side family help me out so much. He’s on set with me sometimes, but most of the time I want him to be somewhere quiet and not too rowdy. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Wow! You seem to have the ideal support group. Why happened to you and ZION’s father?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ A dry chuckle left the woman’s lips as she stared at the interviewer’s visage, swallowing the lump in her throat before she shifted in her seat some. ] Uh, lack of communication and failure to reason with one another. Yup. [ She finished with a soft head nod. ] But co-parenting is great. You know, our focus is completely on our son and what’s best for him. Next question, please. ❜

━━ ❛ 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Alright, Goldie. What achievements from last year are you most proud of?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: My greatest achievement is Zion Israel Powers. I mean, with all the struggles that I experienced with pregnancy, I couldn’t be more grateful that God granted me the opportunity to be his mommy. [ She couldn’t help but to beam when she spoke about her child. ] The second great achievement of last year was putting myself first and leaving a job that didn’t serve my purpose. I will always be grateful to KPWR, but leaving a job that stifled my creativity was the best decision that I ever made. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: I know that’s right, Goldie! We leaving everything that doesn’t serve us in 2020, okay!? [ She laughed with a point before moving on to the next question. ] And what about the achievements of this year?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: And neva’ eva wrong. [ She laughed back while pointing back at the woman with her index finger. ] Uh.. I’m proud of the fact that I overcame a dark time in my life and I found a new part of myself that I never really got the chance to know. I’m happy with... uh... I’m happy with my life. Yeah. I’m making the kind of money that I want. I achieved two of my biggest dreams, I’m more secure in my body and I’m happy. Yeah. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: We love seeing black women happy, sis. I know a lot of people have been trying to steal your shine and happiness in the blogs. Do you have anything to say to the former talk show host that you replaced? She’s been in the media outlets throwing shade and subliminals a lot.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: [ A short chuckle leaves the woman’s lips before she scratches her nose with her acrylic nail, pursing her lips up slightly. ] Mm... Not really, if it’s not direct, it doesn’t get acknowledged by me. I truly wish her the best in her future endeavors, though. I know it’s hard seeing someone else win while you struggle. I been there myself, but hating on the next woman isn’t going to change anything so.. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Well said. Very professional! I’m over here tryna’ be miss messy boots and you curvin’ it. You sure you haven’t had any media training? [ She snickers before moving onto the last question of this segment. ] Okay, lastly, what goals do you have for next year?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: None whatsoever. I’m just good like that. [ The woman speaks with a small smile before tilting her head to the side while she listens to the question asked. ] Goals for next year? To keep growing my brand, girl. Hopefully create my own app, merch, go on a talk show tour, maybe write a book? Who knows! I’m most definitely putting my momma and daddy in a new house, though. I know that. [ She said with a nod before clasping her hands together and shrugging. ] I’m letting life take me on this journey and I’m just ridin’ the wave. I pray it takes me in the right direction. ❜

━━ ❛ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄. ╱

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Now this house, what made you choose a house like this? Especially in a neighborhood that you’re not used to.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: It was definitely a change from my apartment in Crenshaw. I’m still in Inglewood but I’m not on the same block that I’m used to be on. I’m not doing hair out of my apartment to make some extra money. You know, I’m in the rich neighborhood and sometimes, you know I feel left out. But when I saw this house, I knew it was the one for me despite the neighborhood change. I needed a space that could accommodate me and all my needs along with my family. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: Can we get a tour? I mean, a house this beautiful needs to be viewed by the people and I’m sure your fans would like to see how you livin’. Don’t you think?

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: This isn’t my dream house, but it’s definitely an impressive STARTER HOME, ya’ know? It’s very spacious for family events and my family like to link all the damn time, so. I like it a lot. It’ll hold me over until further notice. I got everything baby proofed because I just know this lil’ boy gon’ be something else when he starts getting more a handle on this crawling thing. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: The entire house is flawless, but let’s get into this STACKED WARDROBE. You take this fashion sh*t serious, don’t ya’? Let me borrow some of these clothes. Or at least show me how you do it, chile.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: I really don’t know what I’m doing with this fashion shit, I just know what looks good on me. Which is damn near everything. [ The woman speaks cockily, letting a laugh follow soon after before she looked over her closet. ] But I think I take a lot of my looks from old models and vixens of the 90s and 00s. Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of brands and clothing lines reaching out trying to get me to wear something from their lines. So, I’m excited about that. [ She says in a sing-song tone before doing a little dance. ] If you ever want me to give you some pointers, be sure to watch my show for my fashion tips segment. The girls really like that. ❜

❛ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃: I’ll be sure to tune in for that, girl! Thank you so much for this wonderful interview. You’ve been a pleasure to interview, honestly. [ The interview reaches over to shake her hand with a grin on her face. ] I told you it wasn’t going to be that bad. You guys be sure to tune in THE GOLDEN HOUR feature the gorgeous GOLDIE on BET everyday @ 5/6 ET.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄: Thank you so much for having me! You were great, made me feel so comfortable and everything. [ She compliments the interviewer while she shakes the woman’s hand then she looks directly into the camera lens. ] Listen to the woman, y’all. She know what she’s talkin’ ‘bout. Kisses, see y’all lata’! ❜

#✰ ━━ ㅤ ♯𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: ⌯ task. ❜#✰ ━━ ㅤ ♯𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: ⌯ develop. ❜#tw ━ long post.#queued up.

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jeonghansnosescrunch · 5 years ago

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Shownu/Bom

This is for @tophendery‘s birthday! Happy birthday, I love you very much!!!! I have finally finished the Bom/Shownu at a party, which I said I’d write months ago lol. Anyway, here it is, I hope you like it!

This contains: semi-public stuff, oral, fingering, a little bit of cum-eating, and some dirty talk. Also Suho, Wheein, Chanyeol, Minhyuk, and Irene are briefly featured, but not in an nsfw way. Please enjoy!

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“Yep, Chanyeol’s drunk,” Irene mutters from her seat next to Suho.

“What? No, I’m not. I had like, two beers tops,” Chanyeol calls back, abruptly loudly.

“Well, either you’re drunk or you’re trying to give Suho a lap dance sober. Those are the only two possibilities I’m seeing right now.”

Chanyeol looks down to see an incredibly red-faced Suho sitting beneath him and immediately dies laughing. The laughter is cut short by a small burp. “Ok, so maybe I’m like, a little bit drunk.” He turns in his (well, Suho’s) chair to face his flustered friend and ruffles his hair. “But you know I’d give you a lap dance any time baby, drunk or sober.” And with a wink, he clambers clumsily out of Suho’s lap and plops down on the floor right in front of Irene, grinning to himself as though he’s the king of comedy.

It's not unusual for Chanyeol to get a little flirty when he's drunk, so no one's surprised.

Bom takes their focus on Chanyeol as an opportunity to trail her fingers up Shownu’s chest, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Hmm, that’s an idea. How ‘bout it? Want a lap dance, Shownu?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, and he can tell she’s not completely joking.

He chuckles. “You know I always do. But right now we're with other people. So you’re just gonna have to wait.” He taps her nose and lightly turns her face away from him and back toward everyone else they’re sitting with.

Chanyeol pouts up at Irene, “You’re just jealous.”

Irene scoffs and looks as though she’s about to say something back, but before she can, Minhyuk hops up and all but drags him away. “Come on Chanyeol, we all know Irene wouldn’t touch you with a five-foot pole.” They sit down on the couch next to Bom and Shownu, Minhyuk looking ready to physically restrain Chanyeol the second the moment calls for it.

“That is correct. Chanyeol, write that down.”

Bom faces Shownu again. “What if I don’t care?”

“What?” He looks shocked, but there’s a grin on the edge of his lips

“I think being right in front of everyone could make it better, don’t you?” She’s smirking.

Suho’s voice cuts off their moment.“Chanyeol? I’m not letting you drive home tonight. You can sleep in my guest room, okay?”

“Ooh, maybe Suho appreciated that lap dance more than he was letting on, if you know what I’m saying.”

Shownu reaches an arm around Bom to pull her closer to him and hisses into her ear, “Your hand. It’s on my thigh.”

“Wow, astute. Anything else you’d like to add?” She presses a subtle kiss to his jaw.

“It’s just- well it’s a little hard to focus on what’s going on when you’re like this.” All she does is smile at him.

“I’m sorry I don’t want him dying in a car crash because he tried to drive home drunk. You know, it’s those little things that make our friendship special.” Suho interrupts again. Wheein snatches her opportunity with a gleam. “Oh, the little things, is it? Like your affinity for lap dances from him?” Suho rolls his eyes, but there's no malice behind it. He and Chanyeol kissed drunkenly once like three weeks ago, and he knows teasing comes with that.

Bom runs her hand up and down Shownu’s leg, periodically reaching to squeeze his inner thigh. The rough denim on her hands, his breath catching in his throat, anyone being able to see them. He’s usually the dominant one, and now she’s taking charge. Her stomach flutters, tingles racing up her legs, thrilled with the situation.

He flips her hair to one side of her shoulder and places a soft kiss on her neck. She chooses that moment to put her hand on his dick and squeeze lightly. He gasps into her neck, moving her legs so that they lie on top of his own to at least somewhat cover their actions. Luckily everyone’s pretty drunk, so no one’s paying attention to them.

“But how about this: Suho, if you had to get a lap dance from one of the people here, who would it be? Not that they have to do it obviously. But like, who?” A joyful grin paints Wheein's face as everyone turns to look at Suho. The room goes silent, save for some laughter, anticipating his answer, meaning Bom and Shownu's cover from the conversation is gone. Slowly people are turning to look at them.

Shownu quickly pulls her hand from his crotch and his lips from her neck, bringing the hand in question to his face for a light kiss. The action is smooth, romantic, and almost covers up what they’d been doing.

Chanyeol coos at how sweet it is, clearly out of the loop somewhat, “Aw, guys look, love.”

Minhyuk chuckles, “Yeah, love’s one word for that.”

Suho sighs, “Ok, don’t like this at all. What are we, fourteen?”

“Come on Suho, it’s just for fun. I am incredibly sexy, we'd all understand if you picked me.” Wheein rejuvenates the mood, her contagious laughter a large part of it.

“Wheein, I’m not picking you.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” She sing-songs.

“Yeah, that’s just because it’s Chanyeol. Everyone knows it’s Chanyeol.” Irene smiles gleefully.

“Or maybe he’d rather be giving the lap dance?” Chanyeol adds, winking at Suho who glares at him in response.

“There’s an idea.” Minhyuk is suddenly more invested.

“Ok, Suho, who would you most want to give a lap dance to?” Bom joins the conversation for the first time, and everyone is unphased by her involvement.

Everyone but Shownu. He’s frustrated by her lack of attention on him, pulling her even closer and nuzzling into her neck.

“Aw, did someone miss me?” she coos. He bites her shoulder lightly and then pulls away, warning her to not try and go too far with this dominant role.

“Just so you know, I am incredibly uncomfortable right now.” Both Bom and Shownu’s heads shoot up, apologies on their lips. Then they realize that Suho is just referring to the lap dance question.

“Aw, look how red he is,” Minhyuk calls out and Wheein starts chuckling..

“Shut up, that’s just from the alcohol.”

“That’s not less embarrassing.” Wheein squeals, leaning her head back and almost falling over, laughter spilling from her loudly. “Okay sorry, sorry, we’re done.”

The question dissipates, and everyone calms down a bit, leaving some silence as they settle further into their seats, listening to the music sleepily.

Meanwhile, Shownu mutters to Bom, “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“What?” She looks at him questioningly, shock and intrigue written across her face. “You mean... actually having sex with everyone here?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted to do baby? Come on, it’ll be fun.”

She pauses for a second. “Yeah ok. But let’s wait until a better time to leave. Everyone’s gonna ask us what’s going on if we go in the middle of nothing.”

He’s surprised by her quick agreement and gives her a kiss on the cheek, sweetly murmuring “I love you.”

Minhyuk can tell that they want to get away, so he says, "Guys, I think gin is the best kind of alcohol." Immediately a debate ensues because "Is he out of his goddamn mind?" He chuckles to himself: it's almost too easy.

Their leaving is still noticed of course, but no one gives it a second thought, too wrapped up in Minhyuk's blasphemy.

Their walk to the bathroom is sweet. Shownu's arm lies around her shoulder, and she plays with his fingers as they walk, kissing the tips every once in a while. At some point, they speed up, practically racing each other down the hallway. Peals of their laughter ring out. The almost-obnoxious, giggle-over-nothing kind that people do when they’re with the person they love.

Once they get to the bathroom it’s a whole other story. The giddy enjoyment of each other’s presence fades into something sultrier. Delight and adulation flipping to lust and intimacy in a heartbeat. Giggles to kisses. Squeals to breaths.

The moment the door is closed Shownu presses Bom against it. One of his hands goes behind her head and the other to the side of her face, until they both weave into her hair. Hers are pressed against his chest, fingertips digging in for a bit of leverage.

The kiss starts simple yet insistent. Lips pressing, hands touching, hair pulled gently. Light pants fill the room.

Bom gasps into the kiss as it gets more intense, hand moving from his chest to his bicep and squeezing.

The wood digs into Bom's back (because of course Suho would have doors with intricate wood detailing). The slight scratch of it makes everything feel rawer, more spontaneous.

Shownu encloses her upper lip particularly softly, his tongue moving slowly further into her mouth. As he pulls away to catch his breath, she captures his bottom lip with her teeth, pressing gently and reveling in the groan he lets out.

Shownu picks her up by her waist and swings her around to sit on the sink, and she lets out a caught off guard giggle. She pulls him in by his hair, switching to kissing his neck, careful not to leave any marks. He moans as she bites his earlobe gently, and grabs onto her thighs, kneading the skin. She kisses lightly along his jaw, almost to the point where it tickles, before moving back over his mouth, kissing him deeply.

Grabbing her ass, Shownu pulls her into him closer, wrapping her legs around his hips and grinding into her smoothly. She pulls away from the kiss to moan, hot breath blowing across his lips.

He pulls down her tank top, moaning into her shoulder, hands instinctively reaching for her breasts over her bra. Then, just as quickly, he pulls the straps down her arms and brings the bra to rest with her shirt. Not bothering to unclasp or fully take off either, they pool around her stomach.

Bom kicks off her heels right as he goes to touch her, grabbing her tits in quite an aggressive fashion.

“Oh fuck,” she mutters in response to him lightly pinching her nipple. Her arms and legs wrap tighter around him, trying to pull him further toward her. It’s always amazed him how much she responded just from her touching her boobs.

He begins kissing down her neck and chest. It’s slower than before, more relaxed. Less of a flurry of touches and more calculated. He’s teasing her, wanting to see if he can get her to really beg before he begins truly touching her.

Beg is a bit of a stretch, but about a minute into the teasing she gets a little fed up, whining at him, trying to grind her hips into his to emphasize what she wants.

In an instant he’s back at her lips. “Shhh, they can't hear us.” he breathes as he kisses her, all the while unbuttoning her jeans.

“They know exactly what we’re doing, it doesn't matter. Just make me come.” By this point her jeans have been hurriedly pushed to the floor. He’s gently touching her inner thighs, not quite what she wants, but enough to make her legs jumpy.

“They know what we’re doing, but that’s not the same as getting to hear those sounds you make, baby. Now keep a little quiet.” He’s touching her over her underwear, tracing infuriating shapes with the tips of his fingers.

This seems to be her tipping point. She grabs his hand, directing him to push harder against her, “Please, Shownu. Please.” He smirks and slips his hand inside her underwear.

He groans at how wet she is, lightly swirling his fingers before really starting to finger her. She sighs, relief at finally being touched quickly fading into a need for more.

Her thighs clench around his legs, as if trying to hold him to her forever. Her hands thread through his hair, pulling his lips incessantly against hers.

His free hand goes to her ass, encouraging her to rock against his fingers.

He kisses away from her lips to her ear, whispering, “I wanna hear you try not to make noise.” She gasps, and somehow the reminder that she could be heard makes it all that much harder to stay quiet.

Or it could be the way Shownu then picks up the pace of his fingers, sending tingles throughout her with each movement. Or the way his thumb rubs at her clit, almost sloppily, but constant, burning a fire through her. His whispers in her ear. His smell, the warmth of the room, the feeling of his body pressed against hers. The whole moment is consuming.

Little moans escape her lips, each one making Shownu groan in response.

He curves his fingers just right, and suddenly it’s impossibly more intense.

“Oh fuck,” she whines out, a little too loudly. She tightens her hold on him, arms gripping into his back like he’s her connection to sanity. She starts shaking and then tips over the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck” she whispers against him, panting as she comes down.

Shownu pulls his fingers from her and she hisses, grabbing them and bringing them to her lips. She smiles, relishing the post-orgasm haze she’s in and the soothing action of sucking on his fingers.

Speaking of which...

Bom hops off the sink, kissing him. “My turn,” she lilts. About to go to her knees she notices that his shirt is still on. “Off, off, off, off, off” she chatters, pulling.

She runs her fingers down his chest as she sinks to her knees, quickly unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to the ground on their own.

She looks up at him and sticks out her tongue to lick his tip. He lets out a little grunt, and she grins. She relishes getting him all worked up and then making him absolutely fall apart every time.

As she kisses down the side of his dick he reaches out a hand to hold onto the sink.

Slowly she drags her tongue back up and wraps her lips around the tip, just barely sucking and stroking the rest of him with her hand. Soon she starts to get lower on his cock, moving up and down tantalizingly slowly.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back, the hand not gripping the sink running through her hair. He begins to thrust gently into her mouth, almost instinctively. She loves when he does that and whines against him, reaching to hold onto his hips to pull him into her faster. The way he flips from mild-mannered and gentle to aggressive, never fails to make her head spin.

She looks up at him as he fucks her face, gagging a little bit but mainly enjoying having his dick in her mouth.

Shownu is panting, looking at her through barely open eyes, muttering variants of fuck and beautiful.

“Bom, baby, fuck, I’m gonna come, oh my god,” he warns her, as if the strengthening grip in her hair and his shaking legs didn’t make it clear enough.

So she pulls away right as he starts, his cum hitting her in the face. She scrunches up her eyes and giggles, popping up to show him. His arms go to her waist, pulling her in close to him. He kisses her all over, slowly wiping away the cum with his lips.

“You, are very sexy,” he chuckles and she giggles back. “But you can’t go back to our friends with my cum all over your face.” He grabs a washcloth, wets it in the sink, and begins legitimately wiping her face off.

They slowly get dressed, attempting to look as non-disheveled as possible, grinning at each other all the while.

#monsta x smut #shownu smut #bom smut #2ne1 smut #bom #shownu #writing #i tried my best lolol #i hope you like it!!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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thewriterey · 5 years ago

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If You Hadn’t Gone (Stucky x Reader)

Hi! I wrote this for my friend @larkboyd, sole provider of Stucky on my dashboard.

Uhhhhhh I’m not really in this fandom, but I can relate to feeling a lill crappy and just wanting to be sandwiched between two beefcakes. Besides, I had a dream a couple of nights ago about these specific men for some reason (seriously, like I said, I’m not even IN THE FANDOM. How does this even happen???). Steve was making nachos for me and Bucky was just slow dancing with me in the kitchen. So. That’s all this little ficlet is, really. Idk. Also I’ve never written in this perspective, I just DON’T KNOW WHY I DO THE THINGS I DO ANYMORE OKAY. Anyway.

Title is a line translated from a song they play in the movie y tu mamá también because !!! that dance scene, amiright?

Hope you enjoy c:

Words: 1318, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandom: Captain America / Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: All Ages

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Categories: M/M/F

Characters: You, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Relationships: Established Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, You/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Additional Tags: bad breakup with an unnamed asshole, hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic au, beginning of an m/m/f relationship, (but idk that’s not really clear and mostly just in my head, I might never write another word for this again, just wanted to put this out there)

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You’ve never been one to cry over a man. It hasn’t happened once in the past. Sure, previous break-ups were awful, but you’d always known these men weren’t permanent. Besides, you have always been perfectly happy when you were on your own.

This time, however, it feels like someone has punched you in the stomach and won’t quit twisting their fist around. You really thought he’d be the one, he had been talking about engagement not three days ago. It hurts something fierce, and all you can really do is sob uncontrollably.

At first, the best idea seemed to be to just get a tub of chocolate ice-cream and order some take-out, but the weather was getting colder and although autumn was usually one of your favourite seasons this time the rain and the wind outside made you feel all sorts of cold.

I just don’t want to be alone tonight.

It’s the one phrase that’s on repeat in your head. But the task of reaching out to one of your friends and ask them to come over seemed impossible to complete today.

The only solution seems to be to curl up on the sofa and put on a random show on Netflix that you’ll only half watch between bouts of wondering where it all went wrong and why you feel the way you feel right now.

A loud noise startles you. Someone is knocking at the window. Confused, you look up and try to find a clock. It’s just about 7 PM, it’s getting dark outside. The screen of the TV asks if you’re still watching, as if it’s aware that you’ve cried yourself to sleep a few hours prior.

You huff and by pressing a singular button on the remote your turn the TV with its mocking message off.

Leave me alone, I don’t need your judgment, too, stupid piece of garbage.

Then there is another knock at the window. It must be the food delivery guy. You quickly wipe away the tears from your eyes and take a deep breath. Five seconds of human interaction will be tough, but so are you and you can definitely handle that.

When you open the door, you remember you didn’t actually order any food yet.

It’s not the pizza delivery guy you thought it would be. It’s your friend, Steve. He smiles at you, as you stand there, dumbfounded.

What is he doing here?

“Hey, you didn’t show for dinner and didn’t respond to mine or Bucky’s texts, are you alright?”

Shit. Friday night. Movie night. How could you forget?

Five seconds have passed, and you’re not certain you can manage any more of this human interaction without crying again. The look on his face shifts as he can see you’re struggling.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

He steps into your personal space and wraps his arms around you, as you bury your face in his shirt and start crying.

“He broke up with me, Steve,” you manage to say. “Last week he was talking about engagement and now he never wants to see me again.”

He ushers you inside and closes the door behind him, saving you from the cold outside.

“Shhhhhh,” he says, whilst softly stroking your back. You stand there for a while. He keeps making shushing noises, keeps softly petting your back, until you calm down a little. You feel a bit embarrassed for crying in front of him, but also realise that if you would feel comfortable with crying in front of anyone, it would be him. He never judges you, he’s always right there when you need him, and he always manages to make you smile. Although that might seem like too much of a task even for him, today.

“Have you had anything to eat yet?” he asks.

“No,” you say.

“Then I’m calling Bucky and we’ll make you something, is that alright?”

Right. Because then there’s yet another person to see you cry and be miserable.

But as you feel his arms wrapped around your torso, you realise that at this point in time, being alone would be worse. And of all the people you consider your friends, Bucky and Steve are probably the people you feel the most at ease with.

“Yeah, that’s alright,” you say, feeling very small. “I’m just. I’m going to cry a lot though.”

Steve laughs. It’s more of a low rumble, coming from deep inside his chest. “That’s perfectly alright, cry as much as you want. We’ll be here.”

When you exit the bathroom, you can hear music coming from the kitchen. Bucky has arrived, then.

The shower has done you good. The hot water is always able to soothe any aches and pains, and it seems that holds true for heartaches. As you look at your closet, you can see a yellow summer dress hanging on the rack, just barely peeking around the corner.

Summer is over, and there hadn’t been an occasion to wear it. But the house is warm and the dress looks comfortable enough, and besides, dressing up always makes you feel better. It isn’t a hard decision to make.

When you enter the kitchen, the first thing you hear is an appreciative whistle. You start blushing, but have no time to really feel embarrassed about it, as Bucky wraps his arms around you in a big bear hug.

“You look lovely, sweetheart,” he says. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter. If you linger a little longer in his hug to hide the deep blush on your face, that’s between you and yourself.

“What are you making?” you ask, when you finally let go of the loving embrace of your friend.

“Steve is making nachos, and he isn’t allowing me anywhere near them,” Bucky says, sounding a little disgruntled.

“Hey, who burned them last time? I’m doing us all a favour.”

“Come on, that was one time.”

“Who burns nachos? It’s like, the easiest food to make. Period.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at you and makes a mocking face at Steve. You can’t help yourself and you have to hide a giggle behind your hands. Bucky’s eyes light up and he smiles at you brilliantly.

“Guess I’ll need to find something else to do in the meantime, then,” Bucky says.

The song changes, and all of a sudden the air turns soft, the music sounds sweeter. Before you know it, you feel Bucky clasp your hand in his as he wraps his other arm around your waist. There is no time to protest, and frankly, you’re not so sure that you even want to fight it.

He sways you slowly from the left to the right, following the rhythm of the music, as he hums along with the melody. Steve turns around for a moment, then smiles, and turns back to grating the cheese.

In hindsight, you’re really glad Steve showed up when he did. Asking for help can be terrifying, but when it is offered freely it is much easier to accept. And if an hour ago someone would have told you that you would be laughing right now, you would have declared them mad.

Steve finishes grating the cheese and puts the nachos in the oven. He wipes his hands on the tea towel and walks towards the two of you, dancing. Before you know it he, too, has wrapped his arms around you from behind, and tentatively places his hands on Bucky’s hips, as he leans his head on your shoulder and moves along with the music.

You can’t bring yourself to look into Bucky’s eyes anymore, but that’s alright. The air smells like nachos with molten cheese, the sounds in the air are peaceful and calm, and the arms wrapped around you feel amazingly warm.

In spite of everything that has happened today, you realise that right now, you are happy.

--- the end.

#stucky #captain america #my writing #reader insert #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #domestic au #ficlet

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solesurvivorkat · 5 years ago

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FC5 Deputy GFH Dialogue

(Quickie ‘Katie IRL’ Update: So sorry for lack of writing... to be succinct, I might have a sleep disorder, possibly Sleep Apnea - been very tired/lethargic for several months now, finally have a test scheduled for late August. Will have to ‘make do’/power through fatigue until then. I will do my best to jump-start my writing {and my YT channel} until then!

Also - as for ‘I Need to Tell You’ (FC5 no-cult AU fic) - I don’t think I have a ton of readers for that one, so I’m just gonna stick to the movie-plot where I can & finish it up {the end is nearing!}. If anyone wants to read anything else from that ‘verse, lemme know & I’ll whip something up - otherwise, I’m gonna finish that up & get back to working on ‘The Book of John’ again, which is loooong overdue {poor Sarah’s been in John’s bunker forever, lol!}. THAT said... )

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Deputy Sarah Rook

(NOTE: My apologies if Sarah’s dialogue is similar to anyone else’s OC’s... I promise and swear that if it happens, it’s purely coincidental. I am adamant about not {purposely} stealing anyone else’s creativity! <3 Also, this is quite long... but it’s not everything in FC5, so if you like it & want even more, just lemme know, lol.)

With Fangs for Hire:

Boomer: “Aww, who’s my sweet, brave boy?” (kisses forehead) - “Good boy, Boomer!” - “I know what it’s like to have someone you love taken away from you... but don’t worry boy, you’re not alone. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never are again.” - “I won’t let Eden’s Gate use you, I promise.” - “Boomer, go!” - “Rae-Rae won’t have died in vain, I promise you.”

Peaches: “I’m... usually more of a dog person - but as long as I get to keep all my fingers and limbs, I’m satisfied.” - “Peaches, attack!” - “Us girls gotta stick together, right?” - “Hmm... one blue eye, one brown. Unique!” - “Needless to say, a cougar’s a very dangerous pet. Miss Mable never should have tried to raise you in captivity. Still... it can be handy to have a cougar for an ally.” - (gives affectionate pets) “Aww, my sweet little ‘danger kitty’...”

Cheeseburger: “You’re like a... big, dangerous teddy.” (laughs) - “Cheeseburger! How are ya, buddy?” - “Wade was sweet to look after you. I promise I’ll try to do the same.” - “I will not let Jacob take you.” - “Ohh, those big brown eyes of yours...” - “I can’t believe Wade not only found a collar to fit you, but also one that had cheeseburgers on it. Wow.” - “I’m glad you’re on my side, boy.” - “No, I can’t give you any more cheeseburgers. ...Stop looking at me like that, you know they’re not good for you. ...You’re on a diet, remember? ... (sighs) .....Okay, ONE burger. Don’t tell anyone.”

With other Guns for Hire:

Sharky

(serious) “Sharky... just between us... you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” - “Sharky... never change.” (smiles)

“Sharky, I know fire is your, uh- ‘specialty’, but... you need to try not burning down half the forest with us!”

“Anything you say, Charlemagne.”

“You and Hurk are a dangerous duo - in more ways than one.”

(horrified, after hearing about his mom/parents) “Anyone who'd do that to an innocent baby doesn’t deserve them. You’re better off, Shark.”

(cheesy grin) “I hope Eden’s Gate stocked up on ‘Shark repellent’!”

(when fighting together) “Time for a ‘Shark attack’!” - “You’ve got us between a rock and a shark place!” - “Sarah and Shark, makin’ their mark!” - “You might be better off using your gun here, Sharky.”

“Disco, Sharky? Really? (sighs) ...All right, to each his own.”

“Hey Sharky, got a bad joke for ya - what’s a shark’s favorite bible story? ...’Noah’s Shark’!”

“Ride or die, buddy!”

“No matter what, I’ve always got your back, Sharky.”

Grace

(chuckles nervously/anxiously after seeing ‘serious/deadpan Grace’) “Sorry, I... joking around is kind of my ‘defense mechanism’...”

“A medal in the Olympics... that’s amazing, Grace. ...Er- no pun intended.”

“For what it’s worth... thank you for your service to our country.”

(after Grace mentions destroying copies of ‘Only You’, Sarah chuckles sadly) “Y’know, it’s funny... I actually used to like that song...”

“I know you want to protect your dad’s grave, I do completely understand... but we also need to help protect innocent people that’re still living too, you know? They need us... need you.”

Hurk

"Hercules Drubman Junior - as I live and breathe." (smiles)

“Hurk, I... don’t think a rocket launcher is the best weapon to use right now...”

“As... ‘tempting’ as ‘Hurk’s Gate’ sounds, I... don’t think it’s quite for me.”

(at a loss for words) “...Oh Hurk...”

“Y’know Hurk... there is a lot more to life than beer, drugs, and sex...” - (Hurk {looks horrified}: “...Say whaat? What’choo talkin’ ‘bout, Dep??”)

“Hurk, just... be careful.”

(stares blankly, then slowly raises an eyebrow) “...Monkey... King/God??”

“No offense dude, but... if your dad doesn’t stop talking I may have to ‘accidentally’ shoot him.”

(sneaking around) “You’re not exactly the ‘king of stealth’. Why don��t... you hang back here for a minute? I’ll signal you or call out if I need you.”

“To each their own, but ‘partying’ is... not really my thing.”

Adelaide

(pointing in turn to Sharky, Hurk, then Addie, during ‘tongue-in-cheek’ suggestions for Sarah) “No, no, and HELL no.”

(Addie: "Punch it Chewie! ...Bet you got a kick out of that, you fuckin’ nerd.") “Hey- I love the reference, and I’m proud of who I am. ...Mostly.” (smiles)

“Addie, for the last time - no, I did not inspect John's underwear drawer when I was at Seed Ranch. I was a little occupied at the time.” (turns bright red as Addie looks thrilled) “...That- that’s not what I meant!”

(reluctantly) “Addie? I kind of need some... ‘womanly advice’.” - (Addie, eyebrows raised: “And you came to me?? Oh hunny...”)

“While I appreciate your... ‘openness’, no - I do not need ‘tips’ from you and Xander about ‘positions’.”

“Addie... ‘showing more cleavage’ is not going to help me with the Seed brothers or Eden’s Gate, despite your insistence.”

“...I am not playing ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’...”

Nick

(after flying Carmina - and puking once landed) “Nick... if you ever make me do that again... I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’ll be bad.”

“Flying may be great for you, but I’m much happier with my feet on the ground.”

“I’ll protect you and your family as much as I can - that’s a promise.”

“Defending your business, plane, home, family, and friends like you have been... I’m sure your family would be very proud of you.”

“There he is, ‘King of the Skies’!”

“You and Kim... you’re lucky to have each other. I kind of envy that.”

“Rook and Rye - on land and in the sky!“

“I know fighting Eden’s Gate is important, but... don’t forget to be there for Kim too. We’ve [the Resistance] got this... Kim and your baby need you more.”

(After Carmina's born) "How's Kim and the baby? You'd better be taking good care of my goddaughter!"

Jess

“I know we grew up in very different ‘environments’, but... I also know what it’s like to feel alone for a long time. No pressure, but... I’m here if you ever need someone to lend an ear.”

(re: Jess’s insane survival skills) “...You’ve got to teach me that/how to do that sometime.”

“You’re related to Dutch? Wow, that’s... kinda cool.”

“I thought I swore a lot, but... wow.”

“Yeah... I’m not one for small talk, either.”

In Combat

(to herself, stressed) “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...”

“Aw shit...”

“Fucking Peggies!”

(to herself, quickly and quietly) “You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day...”

“Let’s kick some Peggie ass!”

(to herself) “I can do all things through him who strengthens me...”

“May God have mercy on you.”

“I don’t think my soul is the one that needs saving!”

Driving

(hears ‘Oh John’ on the radio & starts humming along. After a couple seconds, realizes what she’s doing and shakes her head, murmuring to herself) “...Damnit...”

“I’m driving? If you say so.”

“ ‘Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need... roads.’ “ (smug grin)

“I used to like driving. Found it kind of relaxing, most of the time. ...That was before I started having to get used to being pursued and chased down by Eden’s Gate trucks.”

“Time for... LUDICROUS SPEED!”

“Fasten your seatbelts... it’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

Idle

“...So...?”

“Everything okay? Do you need a break?”

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but I spent most of my life in New England - Connecticut, actually. Born and raised. I moved out to Hope County only a few years ago, when the Deputy job opened up. Thought it’d be... a ‘fresh start’. ...Definitely didn’t expect anything like all this to happen.”

“I used to roll my eyes - or want to - every time the Sheriff and the other Deps called me ‘Rookie’. They thought it was so funny, on account of my last name and all, and me being the newest addition to the department. Now that we’re all spread out and fighting against the cult... I think I kind of miss it.”

“Some of the most horrible things imaginable... have been done by people who claim they had ‘good reasons’ behind their actions.”

“There’s an old proverb that states, ‘Hell is full of good meanings, but heaven is full of good works’. ...There’s a lot of wisdom in that.”

“God has a reason for everything, even if we don’t always understand why...”

“The right thing to do is not always the easy thing to do...”

“Faith is believing in things when common sense tell you not to.“

“Imagine the things we could accomplish... if we would just try.”

“ ‘Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.’ ...Make fun of me all you want, but it’s true.”

“I do love nature. ...You know... when it’s not being interrupted by religious idiots.”

“Courage isn’t the absence of fear... it’s deciding that something is more important than fear.”

Recruiting/Greeting

“I’ll do everything I can... you can count on it.”

“Good to see you again.”

“Let’s do this.”

“Stronger together!”

Dismissal

“Until we meet again - stay safe.”

“Call me if you need me.”

“Done already? Aww, you’re killin’ me, Smalls.”

Injured/Down

“God damnit... not yet...”

“FUCK!”

“This can’t be it...”

“I’m sorry... I tried...”

“I need some help!”

Revived/Assisted

“Thanks... now let’s teach these assholes a lesson they won’t soon forget.”

“Never tell me the odds!”

“Never give up, never surrender!”

“Thanks for the help!”

“Thanks... our work’s not done yet!”

Stealth

“Shh... ‘silence is golden’, remember?“

“Keep a low profile!”

“Be cautious...”

“Don’t let ‘em see you comin’...”

“ ‘Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise...’ ”

Being aimed at

“Watch where you’re pointing that.”

“I’m a much better shot than I let on. Just remember that.”

“Two hits - me hitting you, and you hitting the ground. I suggest you aim elsewhere.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Location-Specific:

By any body of water: “When I lived in Connecticut, I loved seeing the ocean. The lakes in Montana can be beautiful, but... it’s not quite the same.”

The Henbane: “Freakin’ Bliss.” / “Please promise me... that you’ll never, ever let me end up like one of Faith’s Angels.” / “Exploiting people’s weaknesses and fears to get them to do what you want... it’s wrong on so many levels.” / “Rachel Jessop wasn’t the first, or even the second ‘Faith Seed’... I wonder if she’s ever afraid of ending up like them.” / “God wants people to follow him willingly, to choose to do good - not be forced into it with trickery and fear. Even if - in an insane world - Joseph was right, it doesn’t excuse the things that Eden’s Gate has done. If they have a message to spread, this isn’t the way to do it.”

Holland Valley: “Saying ‘Yes’ to everything doesn’t make you a better person.” / “Many people know the seven deadly sins... but few people can name - let alone even know about - the 'seven virtues': chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility. ...But you don’t see John tattooing those on people.” / John is... he’s done some horrible things. Committed heinous acts. But knowing the life he had to endure as a child when the Duncans adopted him... I hate so many of the things he’s done, but... part of me can’t help feeling sorry for him, too.” / “Underneath all those layers of ‘jackass’, way, waaaay deep down... I think there’s a lot of hurt and pain in John.”

The Whitetails: “Jacob acts like having feelings, friends, caring for things and people makes you weak. It’s just the opposite... having things to fight for - people to fight for - is a strength. More than just a ‘purpose’ - it’s a blessing.” / (angry) Jacob turning me into a weapon of destruction... he’s going to pay for that. / Forcing Bliss on animals to turn them into Judges... it’s wrong on multiple levels. / “I’m ‘weak’, Jacob? I’ll show you what a ‘weak’ person can do.”

#far cry 5 #fc5 #far cry 5 oc #fc5 oc #my oc #junior deputy #female deputy #deputy sarah rook #sarah rook #deputy rook #guns for hire #fangs for hire #travelling companions #fc5 dialogue #far cry 5 dialogue

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empyreanwritings · 6 years ago

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Never Let Me Go

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mild angst (angst to fluff)

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! I can’t believe Bucky’s already one hundred and two. They just grow up so fast, don’t they? :’) This one shot it based off of this prompt. I saw it and knew I needed to write something to celebrate this perfect man’s birthday! Also, this was edited by my fiance, so if there are any embarrassing errors, let’s make fun of him together!

Feedback is always welcomed and encouraged (:

Bucky stared up at the ceiling for what felt like hours. He tried going to bed early - to get a good night's rest for once. What a joke. His mind refused to shut off. One hundred and two. He was officially one hundred and two years old. He figured he should be ecstatic being one of the oldest men on the planet, but he wasn't. There was nothing to celebrate. What had he done during his life that deserved celebrating?

Sure, he helped stopped the end of the world, but so did everyone else. Most of his life was spent causing others misery. He never believed he could redeem himself despite everyone around him telling him otherwise.

You're important, Bucky.

You're a hero, Bucky.

He rubbed his hands over his face. A hero? No, that was Steve. Steve was the real hero. The one that everyone should look up to. He was the one who really saved the world at the end of the day.

He glanced over at the clock sitting on his nightstand. The glowing numbers told him it was three in the morning already. He had gone to bed seven hours ago, and not once did he manage to fall asleep. Not even for a few minutes. It was not the way anyone should kick off their birthday.

Bucky grabbed his phone and dialed the only number he knew by heart: yours. He knew it was late, but you worked night shifts anyways. The odds of you being up at this hour were in his favor.

The voice at the back of his mind warned him this wasn't a good idea. How long had it been since he'd spoken to you? A year? It felt like ten years of silence to him. He hated the way things ended between you, but it was his fault. He pushed you away to keep you safe. He didn't want you to worry about him whenever he went on missions. If he never came home one day, he didn't want you to mourn him. He should have known better. Together or not, you always worried about him. If something ever happened to him, you would have been devastated.

"Hello?" Your strained voice sounded from the other end of the line, bringing Bucky out of his thoughts. "James?"

"I'm sorry, I know it's late."

He thought about hanging up, let you go back to bed, but hearing your voice was intoxicating.

"No, no, it's okay. I just got home from work. They had me do some overtime."

"You sound tired."

You laughed. It was a short, breathless laugh, but it still sounded genuine. "I'm exhausted. I've worked five days in a row, and all of them were overtime shifts. I know I get paid pretty well, but five fifteen hour shifts in a row is hard."

"You never were good at telling them you needed breaks."

"You're not wrong."

A beat of silence passed, and Bucky's heart began to race. He didn't think this phone call through. He wasn't even sure why he was calling you, but he was suddenly glad he did.

"It's my birthday," he finally said after a long moment.

"I know. What are you now? Two hundred?"

Bucky rolled his eyes even though you couldn't see him. "Ha-ha, you're so funny. One hundred and two, thank you very much."

"Eh, I was close enough." During your relationship, you loved to point out the age difference between you two. You'd jokingly ask for the kid's menu when he took you out, or you'd ask when the early bird's special began. People tended to judge because they considered him to be too old for you, but you never minded what they had to say.

"You don't look one hundred, baby! That's what really matters!" You'd always defend.

"I've lived one hundred and two years, and I don't remember most of them. The things I did - the acts Hydra made me commit - they were awful, and I hate myself sometimes even though I know I shouldn't."

"Bucky. . ."

"No, let me finish," he quickly interrupted you. "I've done a lot of evil, and I guess I've also done a lot of good. But do you know what my biggest regret is? Letting you go. I tried to tell myself that you'd be better off without me. To be fair, a year ago I was still a mess, and I do think you deserved someone better, but I never asked you what you wanted. I just told you what I thought you needed, and I know that wasn't right. You should have had more say in what happened to us. And I'm - I'm sorry for that. You fought for me in more ways than one. You fought for our love, and I ignored it because I could only see the truth I wanted to see. That is my biggest regret."

You let out a shaky breath. He understood if you didn't have a response to his confession. He'd understand if you decided to hang up on him right now. It was a lot to process, especially after a year of silence on his end. It was a lot to take in.

"I-" You sighed. "I don't know what you want me to say, James."

"I'm sorry for dumping this on you. I know it's not fair to you." He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was suddenly exhausted. "Stark is throwing me a birthday party here at the compound. I think it's stupid, but he always wants an excuse to throw a party. I'd like you to come. You don't have to, but I hope you'll think about it."

"I'll think 'bout it."

"Okay. Thank you. I'll let you go now. Goodnight, love."

You paused, the use of his old nickname for you catching you off guard. "Goodnight."

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Bucky swirled his whiskey around in its glass. The party was in full swing by now, and he had to admit that Tony really outdid himself this time. The drinks were flowing; bodies were dancing; and the colors in the room were vibrant. It would have been the perfect way to kick off one hundred and two years if Bucky genuinely wanted to celebrate.

He hated feeling this miserable.

Women tried cheering him up throughout the night, but they gave up when they realized that they weren't going to get anywhere with him. His mood was too sour, and he was completely uninterested. The only woman he wanted making moves on him hadn't showed up. And he really didn’t blame you for not coming. He sprung it on you last minute after a bold confession.

He downed the rest of his drink and waved the bartender over to get another one. He couldn't get drunk, but he sure as hell was going to try. At the very least, he'd try to drown his feelings in every glass.

Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine began to play over the speakers, and Bucky squeezed his eyes shut. This was your song. It was the first song you two had ever danced to at one of Tony's parties. He hadn't listened to it since your split.

The universe really thought he was a joke, didn't it?

A finger tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned around slowly, the glass in his hand almost slipping from his hold when his eyes met yours. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, and the smile on your face was absolutely breathtaking. You seemed so calm standing in front of him now, while Bucky was falling apart under your gaze.

He was grateful you didn't have enhanced hearing because he knew you'd be able to hear his heart beating erratically in his chest. Was this real? Were you really here?

"Do you want to dance, James?" You asked and took the drink from his hand, placing it down on the bar beside him. "I mean, I did drive all the way out here. I think I deserve at least one dance."

You didn't wait for him to answer. You took his hand and led him onto the dancefloor. He noticed the way Steve's eyes grew wide when he spotted you two walking together. Bucky almost laughed at the double take he saw him do. He'd have to explain later - once he knew what was happening between you two himself.

You placed his hands on the small of your back before wrapping your arms around his neck. Every nerve in his body was on fire. He noticed every touch you made to his body. From the way your fingers twirled his hair to the way you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, you ignited a fire deep inside of him, and he could barely concentrate. And it didn't help that you smelled so good. Brown sugar and vanilla. It was your signature scent.

It reminded him of a time where his room would be invaded with your smell and how much comfort it brought him.

He leaned his cheek against the top of your head and smiled. "I'm glad you're here. I didn't think you'd actually come."

"I wasn't sure if I was going to either, if we're being honest. I called Tony and asked for the details on the party, and he ended up deciding for me. He said I needed to be here," you admitted quietly. "I was nervous about coming here."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I wasn't sure if you actually wanted me here. I know you invited me, but it was three in the morning. I figured you might have changed your mind."

Bucky pulled back slightly, so he could look down at you. He saw the tears forming in his eyes, and he silently he wished he could take everything in the past back. He knew the pain he caused you when he left, despite telling himself it was for the best. And even now, he knew you were hurting because you didn't know what would happen between the two of you. He intended to fix that.

"I don't plan on changing my mind about you," he murmured. "I meant everything that I said this morning. Leaving you was my biggest regret, and I don't plan on letting you go again."

You chewed on your bottom lip thoughtfully. His words were everything that you wanted to hear this past year, but you were terrified of letting him back in. If he decided one day to leave to "keep you safe" again, you wouldn't be able to handle it. You were strong and independent, but you sucked at handling heartbreak. You'd never tell him, but this past year, you had been an absolute mess. You had to try and figure out how to live a brand new life without your soulmate, and it was harder than you imagined it to be.

You didn't want to go through that again.

"Please say something," Bucky begged.

"I love you, James. I think I will always love you, and that may just be my downfall." He wiped at a stray tear that slipped down your face, and you smiled. "I want to be with you, but we need to take it slow. You left me, and I can't trust you not to do it again. But I'm willing to work on us. I'm willing to make it work."

He couldn't contain the large smile that grew on his face. He could work with going slow, especially if it meant having you back in his life.

A hand landed on Bucky's shoulder, and he turned to see Tony standing behind him with a knowing smile on his face.

"Ready to open presents?" Tony asked, gesturing to the large pile of presents that sat at the front of the room.

"I already got the best present in the world," he gushed as he looked down at you. "I'm not sure if anything else will compare to that."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "That was incredibly cheesy."

"And disgusting," Tony piped in.

He shrugged and leaned down to plant an overdue kiss on your lips. Your whole body tingled at the contact, and you knew right away this was the best decision. You were fully capable of living without him - and you had for some time - but this was where you needed to be. You needed to be in his arms, and he felt the exact same way.

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petri808 · 6 years ago

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Can you write how you think Natsu and Lucy's first day would go? 😣😣

Sorry it took a while to write something. Not everything goes smoothly lol. I hope you like the Drabble :)

Tied to day 3 orange prompt as well @fortheloveofnaluevents

Nothing’s Perfect

‘I can do this... I can do this... I...’ “I-I can’t do it!” Natsu turns back to the table where he and Gray had been sitting. He sits down, holding his head in his hands. “I can’t, I’m too nervous.”

“I don’t see why,” Gray quips back, “it’s just Lucy.”

Natsu slams his fist on the table “Exactly!” Several members turn to see where the noise came from and he scrunches back in his seat mumbling. “It’s weird to ask her.”

But Gray just laughs at him. “End of the worlds coming and you get all fired up. Ask Lucy out on a date, and you crumble!”

“Fuck you!”

“Tch. Just get it over with and ask her out already. Natsu,” the ice mage leans over the table, “she knows exactly what you’re like.” He sits back with a smug look. “Just lay yourself bare, so to speak.”

“What the fuck?! You want me to strip?!”

“Idiot! It just means be yourself, show the real you, don’t hide anything.”

“Oh.”

“Think of it like any other mission. Your objective is to ask Lucy out on a date.”

“And then what?”

Gray rolls his eyes, “seriously?! When she says yes, you take her out on a real date!”

“Oh, right...” Natsu chuckles and runs his hand nervously through his hair. Not that he really knew what he was supposed do on this date.

“Will you just go and ask her already?!”

“Okay, Okay!” The slayer gets up, muttering under his breath about a meddling ice freak. When he gets to the table where Lucy is sitting with a couple of the females of Fairy Tail, Natsu taps on her shoulder.

“Oh, hey Natsu,” Lucy smiles at her partner, “did you need something?”

A blush explodes onto his cheeks, “I-I was wondering if...” ‘AHHHH THIS IS HARD!’ “...you’d go out on a, um, d-date with me.”

“I’m sorry,” she blinks, “did you say date?”

Levy snickers, “he did.”

Cana grins, “he su—re did!”

“I did,” he cups the back of his neck, “y-you know... I don’t know, like dinner or something.”

“Oh... you really did just ask me out.” The realization hits Lucy like a ton of bricks. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little surprised. Um, yeah, sure,” she smiles, “I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you.”

“Really! Okay, how about tomorrow night? I can meet you at your apartment.”

She nods as her cheeks flush a little, “6?”

“6 it is!” Natsu turns tail and struts away. It was all an act. He was on cloud nine but if he stopped to think about anything now, he’d probably faint. Gray gives him the thumbs up as he walks past their table towards the front door, but he needed fresh air!

Back at the girls table, a giggle fest has taken over with Cana and Levy both teasing and congratulating the blonde. “And you thought he’d never make a move,” Cana sips her beer.

“I thought it was sweet,” Levy retorts. “The poor boy looked so nervous I’m surprised he made it through the question!”

Lucy sighs and props her head on the table, “I wonder if he even knows what a date is?”

After enduring even more humiliation from Mira’s oohing, awing, and light teasing, Natsu thought he had everything planned to where even he couldn’t mess things up. Keep it simple, was her biggest piece of advice. He knew Lucy better than anyone else, her likes, dislikes, so it all came down to the execution. When 6pm rolled around, Natsu knocked on Lucy’s door holding a bouquet of pink roses. He’d been advised that red may have been more appropriate but decided to go with her favorite color instead.

He hears a stumbling sound from inside the apartment, things being tossed, rushing feet. “Are you okay Lucy?”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll be right, oww, damn it, I’ll be right out Natsu.”

When she opens the door a few moments later, Lucy is still adjusting her clothes, and slipping on her heels. Natsu chuckles, “are you sure you’re okay Lucy?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she waves her hand nonchalantly trying to act like she wasn’t a hot mess at the moment. Truth be told, it had taken her all afternoon to decide on an outfit. Re-did her hair and makeup a couple of times before giving up on said makeup and just leaving her hair down. She broke her first pair of heels, that was the stumbling ‘oww’ he had heard, and to top it all off, it was the only one that really matched her outfit. “You look really nice Natsu,” a light blush filtering along her cheeks. He’d really gone all out tonight in one of his button-down, off-white collared shirts and beige slacks.

“You look beautiful too Lucy,” his own blush appearing, “here,” he juts the bouquet out at her, “I-I got you flowers.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” she giggles, “Lemme put this in water before we go.” It takes just a couple of minutes till she’s back at her door, closing, and locking it behind her.

Natsu holds out his hand tentatively, “ready for dinner?”

Lucy takes it and nods, relishing in the warmth he exuded, but it also made her more nervous. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d held his hand, and yet it was worlds apart from the others. They walked along the canal in a companionable silence, just a young couple, too wrapped up in their anxieties over the whole affair.

“About time!”

They turn and see the boaters in the canal giving them a thumbs up. Those guys always gave her grief!

“Sorry ‘bout that Natsu, you know they always tease…”

“Don’t apologize,” he mumbles, “they’re right, I should’a done this a long time ago.”

She pulls him to a halt, “what matters is you did it when I was ready.” Lucy blushes, “I mean, yeah I liked you for a while, but I would have been too nervous if you’d asked me before the Quest.”

“Oh, thank the stars,” he breathes out, “I wondered if you actually liked me liked me or was just humoring me on this date.”

Lucy laughs, “no… I Iike you Natsu.”

He squeezes her hand, “we should hurry. I made reservations at that new restaurant Aomatsu cause everyone said their katsudon is the best in town.”

Well what was she expecting, Lucy thought to herself as she nibbled at her one plate while watching Natsu gobbling up his fourth. He always ate like it was the best tasting thing in the world or the last meal of his life. Of course, considering this was an ‘official’ date, he could have tried to be a little less sloppy. Surrounding tables kept side-eyeing the couple, probably wondering why any woman would put up with such a messy guy. But Lucy had grown so accustomed to Natsu’s eating habits she merely smiled, shrugged, and ignored them. She loved him, flaws and all.

“You gonna finish that?” he points to her half-eaten cake. When she shakes her head and chuckles, Natsu happily accepts the plate.

Yeah…. She could consider herself ‘Lucky Lucy’ after all. How many people are blessed to have found not only a best friend, but the love of their life rolled into one person? Someone who never judged, always supported, and stayed true to their partnership. The bottom line was, she could always count on Natsu.

As he wiped his hands with the napkin, Natsu tips his head, “do I have something on my face? You’ve been sitting there just staring at me while I ate.”

She keeps her head propped with her hand, shaking it, “just waiting for you to finish.”

“Aww man, I’m sorry,” he finishes wiping up, “I didn’t realize…. Am I ruining the moment?”

“No, no,” Lucy chuckles, her smiling eyes crinkling at the corners, “I don’t mind.”

“Whew! Okay well I think you’ll like what I got planned next, so lemme just settle the bill.”

They head back in the direction of Lucy’s apartment hand in hand. When they’re only about a block away, Natsu stops. He explains of wanting to surprise her and asks that she get on his back in a piggy-back style while closing her eyes. “No peaking,” he reminds.

“I won’t.” Lucy can feel him walking but has no idea of the direction. Based on the faint smell of brine, she assumed they were still walking along the canal. A short distance later, the feeling of climbing a flight of stairs. She hears him open a door before walking a few more feet.

He puts her down, still keeping his hands on her shoulders, “okay you can open your eyes now.”

Her heart flutters at the sight! They were only on top of her apartment building, but Natsu had set up a furry rug, a couple of pillows, and candles scattered around. In one a smooth stream of fire he lights them all, then plops onto the rug holding out a hand to her, “join me,” he smiles.

Lucy giggles and sits beside him. “Thank you Natsu, this is a really sweet end to our dinner date.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he scratches his head, “I thought it was a bit simple, but Mira said you’d like it.”

It wasn’t a surprise that the bar maid had a hand in this. Lucy leans on Natsu’s shoulder, “Mira was right.”

After a while, they go from sitting to lying down, making a small bet of who would see a shooting star first. They chat about little things or simply lets a companionable silence fall over them. It was nice after all, just relaxing together, something rare between them.

A slight breeze picks up, and Natsu’s nose catches an upswing of moisture in the air. In front of them there was nothing but clear, starry skies, but when he looks behind, the skies had grown menacing. Natsu gets them to their feet and they start bundling up the rug and pillows. It was too late. Another stronger gust and suddenly a deluge of rain strikes. He quickly grabs the rug and hauls it over their head as a makeshift umbrella, but being made of fabric, the soaked material quickly becomes inundated.

Natsu uses his magic to heat the fabric to a point before it would catch fire. Steaming off the water as quickly as it tries to soak in. Lucy clings to his body to stay warm.

“I’m sorry Lucy, this wasn’t the ending I’d planned for.”

“Oh Natsu, it’s not like you couldn’t have predicted rain.”

“But now the date is ruined.”

She wraps an arm around his neck, while the other hand gently settles on his cheek, “I wouldn’t say that. It makes our first date memorable.”

He pouts, “I was hoping to get something right for once.”

Standing on her tip-toes, Lucy places a soft, exploratory kiss on his lips. It takes a second to register, but Natsu lets the rug fall, answering her kiss with more of his own. And as the rain falls around them, with only the rug balanced over their heads, steam wasn’t the only thing being generated on that roof top…

#colorful nalu #day 3 orange #courage confidence loyalty friendship #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #nalu drabble #ask request

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superrobotmonkeyteamramblingsgo · 5 years ago

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Cradle Grove

Summary: Sprx, Otto, Nova and the birth of their children. A/N: Look, sometimes when your dealing with a bout of depression and being overworked at your job, you cope by writing fluff about your OT3 having children. And at this point the Spottova twins AU is my default for when I need fluff. Warnings for depiction of pregnancy and birth.

Nova paced along her bedroom floor.

She switched to it after spending the last fifteen minutes tossing and turning and ultimately being unsuccessful in finding a way to be comfortable in bed.

Otto and Sprx were still in their bed, looking at her worryingly from their piles of blankets and pillows. “You sure you don’t want to try resting again?” Otto asked, as Sprx nodded his head in agreement.

Nova shook her head as she kept her pace. “Nah, I don’t want to sit down. Moving is at least a bit more comfortable.” She winced and rubbed her belly.

The kids kicking up a storm again?” Sprx asked, his tone far more relax than his tense posture suggested.

Otto wasn’t as bad, but he looked just as ready to grab her and bolt to the med bay any moment. “Or are you having one of those ‘practice’ contractions again?”

“Kind of a bit of both,” She rubbed again at her bulging belly, “They’re not exactly kicking, but it’s so cramped that any bit of movement is gonna hit me,” She looked down at her big belly, which really wasn’t that big. It was obvious that she gained weight, but the bump was rather moderate considering that carried twins. Or at least that was how it seemed compared to humans, who often looked like they stuck a ball under their shirt, even when carrying just one baby

Really, humans made pregnancy way more complicated then it needed to be. Nova didn’t even have to deal with morning sickness! Made Nova glad she was a monkey.

And being a monkey, she wanted fresh air and trees.

“I’m going for a walk,” She said turning towards their bedroom door, “You guys want to come with me?”

Sprx rolled his eyes as he hopped out of bed “Like you have to ask.”

“Want to go to the usual place?” Otto added as he followed. “I got the buggy all ready.”

It had been like this the past few nights, resorting to night-time walks when she couldn’t sleep. Her mates adjusted accordingly, with Otto happy to use his specially-made, non-moon buggy as a means of transport for them to get past the city limits.

Nova also knew that they had an emergency bag in the vehicle, just in case they needed in while they were out.

The buggy had been ‘theirs’ long before these night trips began, not exclusive to the rest of the team but used by them enough that their scent permeated the vehicle. Like most of Otto’s buggies, the top was a convertible and open now, allowing Nova to feel the wind as Sprx drove. She breathed deep, taking in the mixed scents of her mates and the night air. Her stomach still twitched with movement, a low throbbing of what she couldn’t even call pain, not yet though it will get there, and easily ignored as she arched into the breeze and enjoyed the open sky.

The first night it took her a while to finally figure out where she wanted to go, but in hindsight it was so obvious. It was the outskirts, the forested area where once upon a time Chiro found the Super Robot.

Without the Super Robot, which stayed at its docking station in Shuggazoom, the areas was an unassuming forested area with an indent in the grass that still marked where the Super Robot once stood. It was weird to think that for years they were sleeping here while the rest of Shuggazoom continued to thrive in their absence.

Once the buggy slowed down, before Sprx even got it to completely stop, Nova leaped out, followed by a concerned Otto as Sprx finished parking.

Nova took a moment to feel the grass and dirt between her toes, the smell of the earth, and the sight of the night sky between the canopies of leaves. Maybe that is why she gravitated towards here. A primal, instinctive part of her wanted to return to the area of her origin. The Alchemist’s lab was too far away and in too dangerous of a place. But here was where the Hyperforce under Mandarin ended and their family with Chiro began.

So it is fitting that here would be where the next stage of their family would begin.

Nova leaned against a tree, illuminated by the light of the full moon that shined through the foliage above, and groaned as the contractions began again.

Sprx’s head popped to attention from the driver’s seat in the buggy “You’re in labor!”

“Then we need to get back to the Super Robot and get Gibson!” Otto was ready to jump back into the buggy, but Nova reached out, grabbing his wrist to stop him, though there was no way for her to also reach Sprx.

“No, I want to give birth here, with just the three of us. We started this together so we can do this together!” Nova tinged with guilt as she saw how worried and scared they look. The original plan was for her to give birth in the Super Robot, with the rest of the team on standby, but it was only within the past couple of days she had begun feeling this urge to give birth here.

“But what if-” Otto began, but she cut him off.

“I know you’re worried that something is going to go wrong, but we’re prepared for this. We’ve done our research and I know you guys have a kit in the buggy for this. If something does go wrong the rest of the team can get here quick, but everything my body is telling me that everything will be okay.”

“But-” Her two mates begin at the same time, but the shaking of her head is enough to silence them.

“Please, just trust me and my instincts.”

Otto looks over to Sprx, an entire conversation going between them with just their eyes. Then Sprx sided, jumping out of the buggy with their emergency bag in hand. “Alright, if this is what you want.”

“But we’re getting the others at first sign of trouble,” Otto added, shifting so that he could hug her, the gentle grip of a hug he long since adapt so he wouldn’t squish her belly.

Nova smiled, giving Otto a thankful nudge with her forehead. Then she winced, arching her back in his arms and moving her hands to try to press on her back.

“Is it really painful?” Otto asked, eyes wide as Sprx momentenly paused as he was going through their pack.

“Not really, it’s more of a pressure at this point. Not painful, more uncomfortable than anything.”

Sprx finished unpacking the last of the equipment and blankets (most of them hand-stitched by Otto when he went through this own ‘nesting’ period) before squeezing behind her and the tree she was leaning against. His hands began massaging the part of her back her hand tried to reach, kneading it like it was dough. “How’s this?”

Nova moaned, this time out of relief. “It feels wonderful.” With her hands now free, she gripped onto Otto, who weaved his arms around hers in turn. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, worried about the chill in the air affecting her.

“I’m not actually that cold,” She admitted, despite the temperature of the night. But the contractions, as mild as they were now, kept her warm enough. “I am thirsty though.”

Otto nodded, and reached for the small cooler, one specifically built for this, from this pile of things. Among the research he and Sprx did in preparation for this was some tips taken from human deliveries, like the use of ice chips. He popped one into Nova’s mouth, who hummed as she sucked on it.

Are you also hungry?” They had some snacks and rations among their supplies, the former for taste and the latter more for dense nutrition content.

“No,” Nova crunched and swallowed the last bit of the ice, then turned to give Sprx a smile even as she disrupted him. “And my back’s feeling fine now. I actually kind of want to walk for a bit.”

So she began pacing again, this time among the forest with her mates following her like ducklings. Sometimes the pressure would become too much again, so Sprx would resume his massage while Otto was always ready with the ice chips. In between, she began fussing with the spot in the grove by the tree, the area she choose to give birth at. She began arranging the towels they brought along into a nest of sorts, which Otto and Sprx helped her with. Then things would resume, with them alternating between walks, massages, and ice chips.

They stayed like that with only the moon and stars as company, until there was a change, the pressure actually giving way to pain as there was a shifting in her body. It was jarring enough to prompt a sudden hiss from her, which her mates reacted to as if she was screaming bloody murder.

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” She looked down, where a trail of liquid flowed down her legs onto the towel nest, “But it's time for me to push,” She settled into a squat, hand grabbing onto Otto’s arms for support. Sprx was still behind her, his hands quickly finding their place on her back again, rubbing it tentatively at first before continuing once she didn’t protest.

Now the pressure gave way to an urge to push and with it there was pain with each contraction. But Nova found that she didn’t mind it, especially compared to what she had been through. It was more akin to the soreness of overstretched muscles after a workout, a kind of productive pain that would result in a new life.

It was far better than the pain she endured during the war.

So Nova pushed, moaning and then reassuring her boys that she was fine, this was normal and just when she buried most of their fears and worries, she dug them back up by letting out a sudden and loud gasp.

But this time she was smiling with eyes full of awe-struck stars. One of her hands let go of Otto’s arms and reached behind as she exclaimed “I can feel the head.”

Sprx had been keeping his eyes target-locked on the back of Nova’s helmet, more focused on her breaths and sounds to really look down there. But now he did, and there was a tiny monkey head that she had maneuvered her hand to touch.

He would never admit it, but in truth Sprx was one of the more squeamish members of the team, probably only outdone by Gibson in that area (who still couldn’t deal with bugs, even after all this time). He learned to work with it, since the Hyperforce had the unfortunate tendency to deal with disgusting things, and one technique was preparing. It was so much easier to deal with slime and goop when you anticipated. He and Otto educated themselves on what would happen during the birth, and while there were no cases of robot monkey births they compensated by watching whatever records of regular monkey births they could find.

But more than that was the unparalleled love and joy Sprx felt as he looked at the tiny head. Because here was the baby they spent so long preparing, waiting, and anticipating and now they were finally here. It was just like when they first saw the babies on the ultrasound, or felt them kicking for the first time. They knew, of course, that the babies were real but it was instances like these the reality of it washed over them again.

Sprx gathered his wits, pulling reluctantly away from taking in his child’s appearance, to grab one of the softest blankets and place his open arms under them. “I’ll catch them.”

Nova receded her arm, returning her hold to Otto’s as she grunted, bore down, and pushed, and then the little monkey slide into Sprx’s waiting hands.

Sprx still remembered the nightmare they had about the Alchemist and the lab they saw, with their baby selves in the tubs. But the baby monkey he was holding seemed so much smaller and delicate, being swallowed by the blanket as he tried to clean and warm her.

“Otto, come look at your daughter,” Sprx choked out through tearing eyes as he held the bundle. “She’s amazing!’

“Our daughter,” Otto corrected, because even from looking over Nova’s shoulders he could see the little face poking out from her swaddle. As fine and thin as her hair was, it was still unmistakably green once cleaned.

(There was a fear, a lingering doubt that once the babies were born and their actual parentage deduced, that it disrupt the dynamics of their relationship.)

Otto reached for a hemostat to clamp down on the umbilical cord. “Wanna cut the cord, Daddy?”

Sprx, eyes still specked with tears, nodded and then cut it, taking another moment to make sure the baby was still comfortable in her bundle. She fussed a bit, but quieted once she was swaddled up against his chest, her black button of eyes staring up at him.

“Let me see her,” Nova said, letting go of Otto so he could step out of the way for Sprx and taking his spot behind her. As excited as she was to meet her daughter, she reigned it in as she ever gently and carefully took her from Sprx. “Look at you! We’ve been waiting so long for you to join us!” She cooed as she peppered her forehead with kisses (and ignoring the urge to lick her clean – some instincts were better off not being followed).

Nova wanted to hold her daughter longer, but the twinge of another contraction reminded her that she wasn’t done yet. “Now Daddy’s gonna hold you,” She handed the bundle to Sprx, groaning as she pushed. “And in a moment your brother or sister is going to join us.”

“You got this Otto?” Sprx asked, seeing his green mate grabbing a blanket and positioning himself to catch the next baby.

“Yeah, I’ll get the baby, I can even see the head!” He said, a bit too cheerful. It was a good thing Sprx and Nova were too busy with everything going on to pick up how forced his tone was, or how he was biting at his lips.

Were baby monkeys suppose to look so bloodied? There didn’t seem to be an increase in blood and most of the fluids staying relatively clear. Everything else was going so well, and Nova did say to trust her and her instincts, and right now his instincts weren’t screaming at him that something was wrong. So he stayed quiet as the younger twin fell into his awaiting blanket. He immediately began rubbing it clean, feeling better as she squeaked in protest at his movement, showing no problems with breathing or her heart.

“Oh,” He immediately smiled, his voice full of genuine joy again as he also began tearing up, because everything was alright. “Sprx, come and look at your daughter.” Because the baby monkey in his hands stayed red, no matter how much she was cleaned.

Sprx looked shocked at he saw his other daughter, but the he smiled and he kissed Otto’s check as he managed a free hand to grab another hemostat to clamp off the cord like Otto did for him. “And now I think it is your turn to cut the cord, Daddy.”

Otto took his turn, and once they were disconnected, Nova fell to her knees among her nest of blankets, panting but smiling and being so happy. Her boys, as entrapped as they were in their newborn children, still remembered she was there. She didn’t have to ask before they placed the twins in her arms, each one still so small despite the blankets they were wrapped in that she could easily hold one in each arm.

“My girls, my beautiful girls,” She made sure her younger, red child was kissed just as much as her older twin had been. “It’s so good to finally meet you! I’m your Mommy and these are you Daddies!” She smiled at her boys, a smile as bright as the sun that began raising over the horizon. “See, I told you everything would be okay!”

Sprx chuckled as he sat next to her. “Yeah, you were right!”

“And you were amazing!” Otto hugged her, being so careful about the babies in her arms. “Thank you Nova!”

“And thank you, for staying by my side.” Nova closed her eyes, taking a moment to appreciate the babies in her arms, and the arms around her. She had her boys and her girls and all was right in the world

There were still things to do. The afterbirth would still need to be delivered and dealt with, and Nova would prefer to try to nurse the girls before they left to return to the Super Robot. And then there would be the rest of the team to introduce their new nieces to.

But for now, in that grove, the new family of five was simply content to take a moment to just be.

#Spottova twins AU #Spottova #SRMTHFG #Acara's fanfiction #gah I had no idea what to title this #Can I make it clear they're in love without saying 'I love you'?#Let's see if I can

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justaramblingromantic · 6 years ago

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cross my heart

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou and Tsukasa Eishi/EiRin

Type: Canon compliant, Pre-series, Peerless-verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 1903

A/N: Been wanting to write something like this since elementary-school!Eishi made his debut in the manga. This is obviously a ‘what-if’ fic, featuring erherm budding-artist!Eishi and bug-catcher-entomologist!Rindou.

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He met her for the very first time under an impossibly blue, summer sky.

There was a meadow, lush and verdant, there was a tree, and then there was her.

“What are you doin’?”

Seven-year-old Eishi jumped slightly, startled by the inquisitive chirp that had rang out beside him. He had been so engrossed in his artwork, he hadn’t even noticed that someone had wandered over and had been peeking curiously over his shoulder for quite a while now.

The white-haired boy anxiously eyed his canvas, meticulously making sure that he hadn’t accidentally streaked paint over the painting that he had painstakingly labored on for the last hour or so thanks to the scare.

“Hey, hey! What are you doin’?”

The kid who had popped out of nowhere nudged him this time to get his attention, much to his alarm. He quickly pulled away, very careful to keep his paintbrush from his painting. There was no way he was going to mess up and undo all of his hard work.

“What are you doing?” he retorted back with ruffled agitation, frowning a little. Eishi turned his head to find the source of his problem, only to pause in hesitant bewilderment when he abruptly realized that the other was not anyone he had seen before from class. A stranger.

“That’s my question!” the other child mirthfully informed him. “I asked first!”

Eishi had never seen hair that color ever. So vivid, so red. It was cropped short to the other boy’s nape and barely covered his ears in a pixie cut, and it was very fluffy. He stared. The other boy’s eyes were sharp and bright and gold, and the shape reminded him of a cat’s. He had never seen anyone like that before, with those weird pretty eyes. The redhead looked like he was also a second grader, dressed plainly in shirt and shorts and flipflops, and he was also staring at him with such friendly, eager inquisitiveness, Eishi was a bit bowled over by all that positive attention.

Most of the kids their age tended to avoid him once they got to know him, so…

The white-haired boy slowly, bewilderedly, replied.

“I’m…painting…?”

The other boy’s face lit up with interest.

“Cool! Izzit fun? ‘Coz you look like you’re havin’ loads of fun! What are you painting? Do you paint a lot? What d’ya like painting the most-” Eishi was promptly overwhelmed by a barrage of enthusiastic questions, and the other kid crowded over once again to look at his progress so far. This time, Eishi didn’t seem to mind as much, though he still made sure to put his brush down and his palette away from his random, strangely boisterous companion just in case the latter knocked the paints onto his canvas.

He pointed slowly at the large tree just a bit in front of them, at the same time, feeling a bit flustered and pleased that someone his age was paying so much attention to his work. “…I’m painting that.”

The kid squatting beside him followed the line of his finger and squinted at the tree just a short distance away. His fascinated expression grew animated with excitement once he noticed the likeness of the painting and the subject.

“Oooh! I see it, I see it!!” the boy exclaimed and whipped his head around to gaze at him with awe. “You really did that all on your own? How wicked is that? It looks just like the real thing! D’ya have more? What else have you drawn? I wanna see, I wanna see! Show me!”

Eishi blushed at the effusive barrage of praise that his new companion was piling on him. It was impossible not to feel flustered.

“I-I didn’t bring my sketchbook,” he stammered, suddenly a bit shy.

“Aww…!” the child beside him wilted a bit with disappointment, but then he picked himself up again quickly enough. “Hey, show me your artworks next time, ‘kay! Show me your favorite! I bet it’s gonna be a super fun, super cool one!” he suggested, and Eishi hesitated briefly, a confused look briefly crossing his features. …Super fun…super cool?

“I’ll try…” he agreed dubiously, and the bubbly redhead beamed at him so delightedly, the white-haired child could not help but feel his cheeks flush pink.

“Do you…do you paint too?” he asked.

The chirpy boy shook his head. “Nope~! I’m not allowed to ‘nymore! Rai-nii’s still mad at me for fillin’ up water balloons using his school paints last week, so I’m not allowed to touch paints anymore. Mama scolded me soooo much!” He was pouting something fierce at the ban, and Eishi had the strangest look on his face.

“…Why…would you do that?”

The other boy shot him an incredulous stare. “For water balloon fights, of course! Haven’t you had water balloon fights with your brothers before? It’s super fun!!”

He shook his head slowly, reluctantly intrigued. Water balloon fights…? That actually sounded like kind of fun. “I don’t have brothers…or sisters. Only me.”

“…Oh.” The other second grader looked at him like he was trying really hard not to feel sorry for him. “What ‘bout your friends? Those kids painting over there are your friends, aren’t they? Why don’t you play with them?”

He pointed curiously at the cluster of students at the edge of the meadow all working on their own artworks as well. Sensei was there overseeing the class, and every once in a while, she came over to make sure that Eishi was alright, too. Nobody else in class had wanted to work on their paintings near him once he had decided to wander a bit further from the main group to paint his tree. Sensei had tried to convince him to paint something closer to the rest of the group but Eishi had quietly insisted otherwise, so there was that.

“…They’re my classmates,” Eishi shared quietly. “I don’t think they like me very much.”

Golden eyes watched him with interest. “Why not? You draw so good, and you’re kinda funny, too! You’d make a great sidekick- I mean, friend!”

Eishi shot him a mystified stare. He also hesitated, wondering if he told the truth, this boy would go away, too.

“…They say that I’m selfish.”

The boy’s head tipped to the side inquisitively. His gaze was open, unhesitating, transparent. There was no wariness whatsoever, no doubt. And he did not look like he was going to go away.

“Huh. Are you?”

Eishi shrugged slowly, a strange look crossing his face at the question. No one had asked him that, before. “I guess…I am.”

The other boy started to snicker, shoulders quivering with mirth. “You guess? So are you or are you not?!”

And so the story of how he had ‘borrowed’ the paint of another classmate just because he decided that color would look good on his own painting sheepishly spilled out.

“Wow, you really are kinda a handful!” the smaller redhead declared when he finished, lips still tipped up with irrepressible amusement. He also laughed rather obnoxiously. “No wonder your classmates don’t like you!”

Before Eishi could slump at the insensitive but truthful declaration and go right into a depressed huddle, his companion reached behind and slapped him on the back of his shoulders in encouragement. It was sort of painful, but he was too distracted by the other’s cheerful demeanor to be upset anymore.

“Hey, I got an idea! Next time, why don’t you try asking first before taking people’s things?” Those golden eyes squinted at him up and down consideringly. “And you’re really cute, too! So if you ask nicely and politely, I bet your classmates will help you out for sure!”

Eishi blushed, again. He had never met someone his age who was so friendly and nice and warm. “You really think so?”

“Uh-huh!” the redhead nodded, resolute and confident. “I know so!”

“T-Then,” he stammered as he gathered his courage. “Will you be my f-friend?”

The other boy stared at him. And then he broke out into a large smile, bright as the sun. “What are you talkin’ ‘bout? We’re already friends, aren’t we!”

A warm glow grew in his chest. His first friend.

“Yes.”

His new friend beamed at him. “And I’ve got just the thing for ya!! It’s my most precious thing at the moment but I’ll give it to you-”

He watched curiously at the boy rooted about in the small sling bag that he wore slung over one shoulder. The redhead’s face brightened as his hand closed around whatever it was he had been searching for. He beckoned excitedly to Eishi- “Your hand, gimme your hand!!” -and grabbed the white-haired boy’s hand and pulled it nearer to him.

“Don’t let go, ‘kay? I worked really hard to find it! Promise!!”

Eishi was very bewildered. But his new friend was trusting him with something that was very important to him and so Eishi nodded his head. “Okay. I promise.”

The other second grader was peering at him a bit suspiciously, still. “Promise, promise? Cross your heart and hope to die, promise?”

He nodded again. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” He even did that thing and solemnly drew a cross over his heart with his finger, just to show that he was completely serious. His new friend beamed.

“’Kay, I believe ya!” And without hesitation, he pulled his hand out from within the confines of the bag and plopped the thing that he had been holding right on the palm of Eishi’s hand. “Hold it properly, don’t let go!”

The thing on his hand felt a bit prickly and ticklish against the flat of his palm, but hard and smooth against his fingertips. It was also moving. Eishi gaped down at his hand in shock when the other boy moved his hand away and revealed the mystery thing that he had been given.

It was a bug. It was a very huge bug.

Black shelled and shiny and possessing an enormous rack of ominously looking horns, it was the biggest bug he had ever seen in all seven years of his life.

And he was holding it in his hand.

Eishi turned white.

His companion glowed with happy pride.

“He’s a beauty, isn’t he? It took me days just to find and catch him!”

“…It’s a bug.” He sounded like he was going to faint. He started to tremble. “You gave me a bug.” Was he being bullied?

“Oi! S’not just a bug; it’s a Rhinoceros beetle! D’ya know how rare they are?”

“B-But what am I supposed to do with it?” Eishi was stiff, everything was screaming at him to pitch the insect as far away as possible and then run away screaming down the meadow, but it was in the spirit of his promise to his friend that he was currently frozen solid as the enormous beetle slowly crawled on his hand.

“You can keep it as a pet!! You can make it your new friend, too!”

“…I d-don’t want t-to…”

“Oh, c’mon! You really don’t hav’ta be such a girly girl, ya know! Insects are cool!”

Eishi turned his head mechanically to the redhead, brow furrowed in confusion. Something was not right…

“…But I’m not a girl. I’m a boy…like you.” And insects were not cool…

His companion frowned back at him, equally baffled.

“Hahh? But I’m not a boy! I’mma girl, like you!”

…Eh…?

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#Shokugeki no Soma #Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #EiRin #Tsukasa Eishi #Kobayashi Rindou #EiRin: Peerless AU #my fics #freestyle

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sweethazzababy · 7 years ago

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Puppy Love

♡Harry surprises you with a puppy after a very stressful week of exams♡

Warnings: so. much. fluff. (literally) possible grammar/spelling mistakes lol it’s like 3 in the morning

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hey guys! This one is extremely cute and it makes me wish a cute guy would get me a puppy lol thank you for all of the support!! Enjoy :)

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Opening up the door to your apartment building you huff, annoyed at the day you just went through. Your head is pounding extremely hard from the stress of trying to memorize what felt like a million vocab terms. The exam you just painfully sat through, is just one of the exams that you studied massively for this week. And the result? Failure. You just have that gut feeling after finishing it, that you did indeed fail and all you need is a hug from your favorite person in the entire world. Harry.

You step into the elevator, leaning your head against the cool wall to hopefully ease the pounding in your head. Once you get to your floor, you drag your feet towards your apartment and groan in frustration when you can’t find your key digging through your bag. Finally, you find it at the very bottom of your bag and roll your eyes at how disorganized you are. You swear you’re losing your mind. Opening the door and walking inside you notice it’s strangely quiet.

“Harry?” You yell, your voice bouncing off the walls. No answer. You saw his car in the parking lot, but maybe he’s just taking a nap. After all of the hours he puts in writing and recording, his exhaustion has been extremely noticeable. You both have been working your asses off, you for your exams and his for his next album. After his debut was such a success, the pressures to create a second album that’s even better, is weighing him down. He shouldn’t be worried though; his fans are incredible and so loyal. Anything he puts out they’ll love.

You put your heavy bag down on the counter, relieving your shoulder from the aching that your textbooks caused. Once you hit the couch, you’re so tempted to close your eyes and sleep for an eternity. Each night you feel like you’ve been getting less and less hours of sleep.

Before you drift off, your eyes fall on a toy laying on the ground, right by the foot of the loveseat. Your eyebrows pull together, confusion swarming your head. It looks like a chew toy, and you just stare at it wondering why on earth there is a chew toy in your apartment. You don’t have any pets, although you’ve always wanted one. The thought of a little puppy or kitten running around warms your heart. You never had a pet growing up, and all you wanted was one to cherish as your own.

Reluctantly, you get up from the coziness of your couch and pick the chew toy up inspecting it. It has definitely been used, and at this point millions of questions are swirling around your brain. You squeeze it, and it squeaks quite loudly and you chuckle to yourself at the sound.

“Harry?” You yell again, but he is nowhere to be seen. You walk to your bedroom, and notice the door is closed which you don’t remember closing it when you left. Harry must be sleeping, he hates sleeping with it open. You try to open it as quietly as you can, not wanting the obnoxious creaking to wake him up.

As soon as you open the door, Harry immediately looks up as if you startled him. His face is flushed, his green irises as bright as ever.

“Babe, I thought you were sleeping.” You chuckle, walking over into his arms as he wraps them around the small of your back.

“No, I actually had a pretty busy day today…but aside from that how was your exam darlin’?” He’s speaking faster than normal and he seems frazzled but you brush it off. Harry smiles down at the pout on your face and you wish he didn’t bring up the memory.

“Ugh, don’t even talk about it. I definitely failed, and my life is definitely over. Not to mention, I have three more stupid exams to get through.” You mumble into his chest, hiding your face. All you want is to snuggle up with your boyfriend and avoid your problems. Harry’s hands run up and down your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sorry love, but your life is definitely not over.” You lift your head from the softness of his chest to see him frowning.

“Mmmm, I think yes.” You argue, but then all of the sudden you remember the odd object you found in your living room.

“Wait, Harry do you mind explaining why I found a dog toy in our living room?” You ask, and immediately his eyes widen.

“Dammit!” Harry exclaims, a smirk growing on his face. Your eyebrows furrow even more at his reaction, and you’re just staring at him extremely muddled.

“Come here, wanna show you somethin’.” Harry grasps your hand, leading you out of the bedroom. You just look at him still questioning his odd behavior. He’s still smirking, his dimples as prominent as ever. He leads you over to the balcony door, but stops his tracks abruptly.

“Harry, what the hell is going on?” You ask dumbfounded. He just laughs at you, making you even more frustrated.

“Babe, close your eyes for me.” He says, completely amused. Excitement starts to course through you, because the anticipation on his face is intensely obvious. He’s biting his lip and fiddling with his rings, a tell tale sign that he’s nervous about something. You close your eyes, and feel him take your hand again as he opens the door, the fresh breeze hitting your face. You step out onto the balcony, eyes still closed.

“Harryyyy.” You complain impatiently. You hear him walk a few feet away from you, still refusing to say anything.

“Okay. Open.” He finally says, and you can practically hear his smile. Opening your eyes, they land on the tiny creature being cradled in Harry’s arms. Gasping, your hands slap to cover your mouth, eyes wide.

“Oh my gosh, Harry!” You exlaim, beaming at the sight and slightly jumping as joy radiates throughout your body. A tiny puppy is resting in his arms, cuddling into his chest. “Oh my God! Harry!”

You’re completely and utterly speechless and at a loss for words other than “oh my God” and you feel your jaw start to ache from smiling so wide.

“Surprise!” Harry cheered, his arms opening wide and his eyes twinkling with excitement. All of the sudden, you feel a burn and your eyes start to water.

“Harry…” You whisper, looking into his eyes fondly. You look down at the adorable creature in his arms, and reach out to take it from him. Harry lets go of the puppy as you gently lift it up and cradle it into your own arms the softness of its fur grazing against your arms.

“It’s a girl, and I haven’t got a name yet. I want you to choose it because after all, she is yours.” Harry says, lifting his hand to pet behind her soft ears. You gaze up at Harry, a lone tear slipping from the corner of your eye, your entire body feels so overwhelmed with joy.

“She’s absolutely beautiful Harry, I-I can’t believe you got me a puppy…I don’t even know what to say…” You exasperate, staring down at awe. At this very moment, you don’t think you could be in love with someone as much as you with the man standing in front of you. “I love you so much, thank you.”

“I know you’ve been working extremely hard for these exams and I figured a puppy would help with stress, and I thought you could use a companion for when I’m not around. Especially with touring and stuff.” A few more tears prick at the corners of your eyes, Harry’s thoughtfulness making your heart tingle as he looks at you holding your puppy with such adoration.

Harry wipes away your tears gently, caressing your cheek. “Love, don’t cry this is a happy moment!” He chuckles, dramatically flailing his arms with a beaming smile.

“I know, I-I’m just so happy, I’ve always wanted a puppy…” You trail off, looking down at the adorable ball cuddling into you.

“Hello sweet pea…” You lift the puppy up in front of you, speaking to her sweetly in your baby voice.

“She’s a pomsky, her dad is a Husky and her mom is a Pomeranian. She is jus’ too cute, I couldn’t resist.” Harry smiles, pulling you and your puppy into his arms kissing your forehead.

Her fur is white, spotted with a light and reddish brown near her ears and her icy blue eyes. And you swear you have never seen a puppy quite as beautiful as this one.

“Aren’t you a little angel?” You coo, speaking to the puppy with love laced through your tone. As soon as you say it, your eyes light up at the perfect name. “Angel…her name is Angel. Also, to name her after Only Angel.”

You gaze up at Harry again looking for approval and he grins widely, his green irises sparkling with crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

“I like it, but don’t get jealous if I tell the press that I wrote it about a puppy rather than you.” Harry jokes.

“I can assure you I won’t get jealous of a puppy Harry, don’t be silly.” You shake your head at his ridiculous remark.

“You’re right, that would be silly.” He agrees, laughing at the lighthearted banter between you two.

“I love you.” Harry graciously declares, leaning down to lock his lips with yours. Softly, he moves his lips against yours and slowly his tongue comes in contact. Still cradling Angel against you, your hand finds its way to his cheek, your thumb grazing against the softness of his skin. You feel him smile into you, and you can’t help but smile too as you’re embraced with so much love at the moment. His hand rests on your cheek as well, the coolness of his rings contrasting with the warmth radiating from the heat of your skin sending shivers down your spine. Harry hesitantly stops, and parts his lips from yours and you groan in return wanting more of him.

“Now, now, we have a child to take care off! What awful parents we would be if we jus’ neglected her by makin’ love all the time!” Harry teases, and you dramatically roll your eyes.

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, shaking your head. Harry pouts, puffing out his bottom lip knowing how much that drives you crazy wanting him to kiss you.

“How ‘bout we go inside now, I’m sure Angel doesn’t want to be out here any longer, especially with your false remarks.” Harry retorts trying to put on his most stern expression and you burst in laughter at how easily offended he gets when you tease him.

Walking inside, you let Angel down and her little paws start to prance around your living room sniffing every possible thing she can find. Standing and watching, a small smile spreads across your lips and your heart tingles not being able to take your eyes off of her. You’re already so in love.

“Oh no…I’m already bein’ replaced.” Harry notices you stare lovingly at your new puppy as if she’s grabbing all the attention. You snort at Harry’s dramatic remark, amused at the envy emitting from him. “This is going to be an issue.” Harry is standing next to you, his fingers picking at his pink lips as he glances at you and back at Angel. Slowly, a smirk forms as he teases even more.

“Jealous of a puppy Harry? Huh?” You giggle, taunting and poking at his side. He flinches trying to hide the small smirk on his face. “You are such a drama queen.” He scoffs at your statement making you giggle even more at his theatrical expressions.

“Hey! It doesn’t do well for my narcassism when I don’t get all of the attention.” You roll your eyes jokingly at his famous line that he established while he was on his tour. Harry steps to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, slowly pebbling kisses from your shoulder, all the way up your neck to your ear.

“I love you.” You soothe, closing your eyes as you lean your head back against him.

“I love you.” He replies, kissing your cheek. “Is your life still over?”

You didn’t even realize that the thought of that stupid exam you took completely vanished from your thoughts. “Mmmm...depends..” You trail off continuing your back-and-forth banter.

“Heyyyy…” Harry whines, immediately tickling your sides making you spasm out of his grip.

“Stop!” You laugh, brushing his hand away.

“Now, where is that stupid chew toy that you were not supposed to see earlier?”

#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluffy #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles one shots #harry styles story #one shot #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction

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hysterialevi · 7 years ago

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Where the Demons Sleep pt. 8 (Cobblebats)

OMG the wait for this chapter. I’m sorry to have kept you guys hanging for so long. I was pretty sick for a while, and also a bit stumped, but I’m feeling much better now. Hope you enjoy :)

From Oswald’s POV

THE CELLAR

“...Hello...?” A man’s voice called out, his tone oddly casual. It echoed in my head like a bell, and bounced off the walls of my skull, rattling the headache I already had even further. Braxton? No. It didn’t sound like him, and it certainly wasn’t William. Who was speaking?

“Hey,” they raised their volume a little, “can you hear me? You’re not dead already, are you?”

With a light nudge from the stranger, I felt my eyes fluttering open as they began to shake me into consciousness, revealing a new environment and a new face in front of me.

The stranger turned out to be a young man with unkempt, black hair, some scruff, and hazel eyes. He looked close to my age, and his accent didn’t sound like he was from England. In fact, he sounded like he was from...Gotham. Could it really be? It may have been two decades since I’d seen that god-awful city, but I’d still recognize that accent anywhere. What was someone from Gotham doing here? Was there a chance they’d know about Bruce? I supposed there was only one way to find out.

“W-what?” I blurted, still a little bleary. “Who are you?”

He let out a breath of relief. “Oh, good. You are alive. No offence, but you looked pretty dead there for a second. Glad to see you’re still with us,” he placed an introducing hand on his chest. “We haven’t met yet. I’m Aiden, and you must be Oswald Cobblepot. I’ve heard a lot about you, and how you fight in the ring. Impressive stuff.”

My head jolted upward in realization. “You’re Aiden? As in Aiden King?”

He chuckled. “Well, well. Didn’t know I was a celebrity. How d’you know who I am?”

I leaned forward. “Kane’s son told me ‘bout you. Said that you were more than experienced with tryin’ to escape this place, and that you could help me break out. Though, I think I’d prefer the help of someone who’s actually succeeded.”

Aiden frowned in a playful manner. “Hey, I tried. Multiple times, in fact. It’s the effort that counts, right? Besides, with the help of you and your friend here, I think we could finally pull it off. Though, it’s still gonna be tricky.”

I paused. “...wait, my friend? You mean Braxton? Where is he? Is he okay?”

Suddenly, emerging from the shadows, I saw Hugh himself limp up behind Aiden, standing tall as always. His face was littered with dark bruises and cuts, one of his eyes had nearly been swollen shut, and I could tell that it was taking him a huge amount of energy just to stay on his feet. And as if he didn’t look broken enough, William had also stripped him of both his signature hat and suit jacket, taking away the only symbols of authority he ever had. I instantly rose to my feet at the worrying sight.

“Hugh!” I reached out to hug him, only to stop myself before I could even move. I didn’t want to accidentally hurt him further -- especially after what he’d been through -- and the man had never been fond of hugs anyways. So, I simply stood there, prepared to catch him at a moment’s notice if he were to collapse.

“How...how are you feeling?” I asked.

“I’m fine, Oz,” Braxton reassured, glancing around the cellar. “I can hit harder than that dusty old prick in my sleep. Right now, we’ve got a bigger issue to take care of. William’s locked us up in his own, personal prison, and if what the guards are saying is true, then he’s planning to have us killed soon. We need to leave.”

I took a step back. “How long have I been out?”

“I dunno -- two hours, maybe? Long enough for me and Aiden to come up with a plan.”

I checked to see if anyone was listening before I said anything else. This was all moving rather quickly for my liking, and I wasn’t even sure if I was completely awake yet, but the urgency of our situation was pretty obvious. I lowered my voice, keeping it down to a whisper.

“All right, what’s the plan?”

Aiden rested his hands on his hips. “Well, first of all, we’re gonna have to break out here, obviously. But once we take care of that, I’m afraid the next step might not be as easy. You see, Braxton here told me about your original plans to kidnap Brannigan, and use his money for yourself. And as clever as that is, I’m sorry to say it may not be as simple as you might’ve expected. Brannigan is filthy-rich, yes, but a lot of his money...doesn’t actually belong to him.”

“What?” I questioned. “Isn’t he the one funding his gang?”

“Yes, but his money goes way deeper than his own pockets. All the way down to a criminal empire led by a certain snake called Bruce Wayne. I’m told you’re from Gotham too. No doubt you’re more than familiar with that name.”

I scoffed. “You’ve no idea.”

A look of worry covered Aiden’s face. “Then you know how dangerous he is. And you probably won’t be pleased to hear that Bruce is much more involved in this than you think. Where else do you think Brannigan gets his wealth from? Or William? They’re both dogs on a leash, and Wayne is the one holding them.”

Braxton jumped in. “You mentioned you saw photos of Wayne and Brannigan together. This is most likely what those were all about.”

I was still lost. “Wait, Bruce is helping both Brannigan and William? Aren’t they enemies?”

Aiden held a finger up. “Exactly. Don’t you get it? Bruce wants them to fight. He wants them to rip each other to shreds. Brannigan and William are two of the most powerful men in London. If they die, the throne will be left empty, and Bruce’ll be free to stroll right in and take it for himself.”

He grinned. “That’s why...we’re gonna bring him here.”

I blinked a few times in confusion, taking a moment to process what Aiden just said.

“I’m sorry, what? It sounded like you said you wanted to bring Bruce here.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think small. Don’t worry -- we’ll still stick with your old plans of going after Brannigan, but instead of only kidnapping him, we’re gonna kill him. And better than that, we’re gonna frame William for the murder. Bruce will have no choice but to come to England then, and that’ll be our opportunity to strike at the heart of this whole war. William will lose all his money, he’ll be weakened, and we can dispose of him as well. Not a bad plan, eh?”

I laughed, though it was more out of being overwhelmed than amused. “You certainly don’t hold back. I’ll give you that. You really think this’ll work?”

Aiden gave me a firm nod. “My people and I have been working on this for a while, actually. We just haven’t had enough manpower to carry it out. So...what d’you say? Will you help us?” He held a hand out.

I froze for a few seconds and stared at his palm, just trying to take in everything Aiden was telling me.

William had to die -- there was no question about that. Not only was the man a danger to me and Braxton, he was also a danger to his own men, and even his children.

But killing Bruce in the process...I wasn’t sure how I felt about that part. I knew it was risky for me to let my personal connections with him get in the way of business, but he was an old friend of mine. He protected me as a kid. Murdering him just so I could have an easier life...it felt wrong. Or perhaps, it wasn’t wrong at all.

I mean, based on the things I’d heard of the new Bruce -- he sounded identical to his father. Possibly even worse. Maybe it was best if he...died. Maybe everyone would be safer then. As much as it pained me to say that, it was clear what had to be done. I stepped closer to Aiden.

“...All right,” I said, gripping his hand. “I’ll...I’ll do it.”

He smiled from ear-to-ear. “Wonderful,” Aiden turned to Braxton. “And what about you, old man? You in?”

Hugh nodded. “Wherever Oz goes, I go. I’m in.” He nudged Aiden on the arm. “And don’t call me old.”

Aiden smirked. “Great. We’ll make our break tonight, when everyone’s asleep. In the meantime, try to get some rest. This isn’t going to be easy.”

Wandering off to one of the corners of the cell after the talk was finished, Braxton took a seat on the stone floor while Aiden returned to “his” spot, scribbling down some notes on a folded piece of paper that he kept in his pocket. Whatever he was writing, it was clear that Aiden had been here for quite a while -- or at least, long enough to study this place so thoroughly. It almost felt like he knew more about it than I did -- and I worked here. Or, I used to.

Sitting next to Hugh, I gently examined the wounded man and offered him a drink from my flask which he wasted no time in accepting, taking a swig as if there was no tomorrow. Though, I supposed if our plan failed, there wouldn’t be. He handed the flask back.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Braxton said, like he could read my mind. “William needed someone to punish, and I wasn’t about to let you take the beating. It was my doing, after all.”

I sighed, taking a sip of my own. “I just...what if he killed you, Hugh? What if he didn’t stop? Then where would we be?”

“You would still be here, and you would still be escaping tonight with Aiden. Only difference is I’d be dead.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, not like it’s a big deal.”

Braxton turned to face me. “My point is,” he grabbed the flask, “you’re not a little boy anymore, Oz. You don’t need me. What you need is to be prepared in case something actually does happen. I mean, with Bruce involved in this mess now, there’s no telling where the fuck this madness will go.”

I leaned back, resting my elbows on my knees. “Just because I’m an adult don’t mean I don’t need you, Hugh. You’re still family. But about Bruce...I’ve been meaning to ask: is it true what they say about him? Is he really that bad?”

Hugh shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you. I’ve never met the boy. Though, if he’s anything like that daddy of his, then he’s certainly gonna be a problem. William’s big and bad, sure, but have you ever been enemies with a Wayne? Conniving, little bastards, the lot of them. You never know what they’re up to. Never know what’s going on in those deceitful minds of theirs. I know you used to be close with Bruce, but I’d still be careful if I were you. Who knows how these past nineteen years have changed him?”

I reluctantly agreed. “You’re right, you’re right...but for the sake of our friendship, I hope he’s the same Bruce. Friends have become scarce as it is -- I don’t need to lose another one.”

Braxton returned the flask, and pointed outside the cell. “Well, one of them’s here to see you right now.”

Following Hugh’s gaze, I whirled around and stood up, only to find Rosie waiting on the other side of the bars. She appeared less frazzled than before, and despite the bruises marking her skin, she seemed to have cleaned up rather well. Though, I could still tell something was wrong. I carefully approached her.

“Rosie,” I called out in a hushed tone, “what are you doing here?” I sounded more bitter than intended.

She sighed in relief. “Oz -- oh thank goodness, you’re okay.” Rosie paused for a second, biting her lip as if she were about to cry.

“I’m...so sorry about earlier. My father -- he knows nothing happened between us, but he forced me to go along with his lies anyways; to keep quiet about the truth. He just wanted a reason to beat you up. I never blamed you, Oz. Or Braxton. You have to believe me!”

I patted her shoulder through the bars in an attempt to calm her down.

“Shh, it’s all right. It’s all right. Of course I believe you. You’re one of the few people I can trust here. I know you wouldn’t turn on me like that.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Oz. That means a lot to me.”

I gently took her hand into my own, gesturing to the bruises running up her arm. “I don’t mean to pry, Rosie, but...William didn’t do this to you...did he?”

Rosie averted her eyes from me, blankly staring at the floor. “...my father calls it ‘discipline.’ It’s his way of keeping me and Richie under control.”

I had to admit, I was shocked. I always knew William was a piece of shit anyways, but to go as far as beating his own children -- how sick could one man be? I found myself tightening my grip on Rosie’s hand.

“He does this to Richie too?” I asked, my voice nearly shaking with anger. She nodded.

“Richie may look big and strong, but in reality, my little brother deals with more than I do. It’s why he’s so obedient. My father uses him like a guard dog.”

I let out a breath. “...Jesus. I’m...I’m sorry to hear that. Y’know, we’re actually planning to escape soon. Why don’t you come with us?”

Rosie hesitated. It was clear she wanted to accept, but there was still something holding her back.

“I would love to, Oz, but...I can’t just leave Richie behind. He needs me.”

I persisted. “I never said you had to.”

She thought for a moment, still holding onto my hand as she glanced over her shoulder to make sure the guards weren’t too close. She leaned forward.

“I’ll consider your offer,” Rosie agreed. “And I’ll also talk to Richie about it. When are you guys planning to break out?”

“Tonight.”

“Then I’ll let you know beforehand. Until then,” she unwillingly released her grasp, “please stay safe, Oz. This isn’t going to get any easier.”

Stepping back, Rosie turned around to leave before suddenly halting in her tracks, as if something had just popped up in her mind.

“Oh! I almost forgot --” She pulled out a very familiar-looking hat and passed it to me, smiling bashfully. “I managed to retrieve Hugh’s hat from my dad’s office. Figured he’d want it back.”

I chuckled, waving it as thanks. “He’ll be happy to see it again. I swear, the thing’s like family to him. I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Rosie walked away for real this time, returning the wave as a goodbye. “Good luck out there, Oz. Maybe England will finally see you as more than just a boxer. Maybe they’ll see you as who you are.”

“...As a penguin?”

She laughed. “The Penguin.”

Disappearing from sight, Rosie quickly made her way out of the cellar and to Richie, leaving me with a new sense of determination as I tore myself away from the bars.

After what happened with William, I felt hopeless and defeated -- like all of my effort had been for nothing, and that I was about to lose everything I’d worked for.

Now though, there was a little, crazy voice in the back of my head, encouraging me and saying that I could do this -- and I actually believed it. Was it just false ambition? Or was this whole situation really a blessing in disguise? I guessed that all depended on me.

Strolling back to Braxton, I casually dangled the hat in front of him, wiggling it in order to get his attention. His eyes snapped upwards, and a satisfied look spread across his face as he took the accessory into his hands.

“Well, well...” he patted some dust off it, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

He proudly placed it back on his head and adjusted its position before glancing at me. “Where’d you find this beauty?”

“Rosie got it back for you,” I explained. “Nicked it from William’s office.”

“She’s a sweetheart, that one. I’ll have to thank her later -- if we ever escape this shit hole, that is.”

I took a seat next to Hugh, getting comfortable while I still had the chance. “We got this, mate,” I assured. “Just watch. We’ll be outta here by tomorrow morning.”

He raised a brow. “You sound very sure of that.”

I grinned. “Oh, I am. Don’t believe me? You can buy a round of drinks for us once we break free.”

Braxton snickered at that, playfully punching me on the arm. “Y’know what? I’ll take that bet. We make it outta here, and drinks will be on me. If we don’t, well...I suppose we’ll all be dead then, won’t we? For the first time in my life...I’m hoping I lose.”

I returned the punch, glowering at him in a joking manner. “Betting on your own death. I don’t think there’s a more ‘Braxton’ way to die.”

He pulled the hat down over his eyes and leaned back, folding his hands on top of his chest as he prepared to get some rest.

“If we’re gonna die, may as well do it in style.”

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