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cindol · 9 months

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club owner!sukuna and black fem reader <33

tw— sukuna is 29, reader is 26, written in hc form, uraume is referred to as they/them, flirty talk, reader has locs, ooc sukuna, suggestive at the end,

tagging— @liuhko

wc: 3812 words

a/n: worked my nyash off just for my bby sukuna !!

club owner!sukuna was very familiar with seeing y/n at his club whenever he came to make sure everything was still on tip top shape, like a usual owner would do. She was always the doll he’d see sitting at a table for 3 with her girls as they waited for their liquor.

His first interaction with her was asking her about their service. He usually would always ask every customer around who he’s seen hang around long enough about how the service goes when he’s not here. Her answer had some spice and sass to it unlike others. As she would sip some pink Whitney out of a margarita glass.”you take your work seriously I can see that mr….?” He chuckled at the wit she had first come off.”call me sukuna sweetheart.”

she didn’t make a visible annoyed look at his pet name but a small hum at it.”well mr. sukuna, I can see you take your work seriously. That's why you come here on a good blue moon to see if everything is in tip top shape and I’ve had no complaints really except just one bit..” he raised a brow smirking.”and just what would that be?” Raising a finger she sipped her Whitney again.”your staff.” He chuckled “my staff?”

She hummed.”Not all of your staff of course, just your bartenders y’know? I only think there’s one good bartender boy, he’s the only who can even make me a good decent pink Whitney. Others can’t even make me a good fucking basic gin.” He scratched the back of his head.”You sure know a lot ma’am on how I should run my staff.” She had a smile on her two toned lips at that, she took it as a compliment.

The next time she would show up at his club alone. She saw he took her words actually into consideration. She had a subtle look of surprise at the new mature bartenders she was seeing, the new bartender a man with black short spiky hair going down with a healed scar on his lip in a dress shirt and dress pants from her view and a silver watch on his wrist. The man noticed her gaze and just shot a smile that made her jump a little back into a new chest which happened to be sukuna’s and made her turn around to see his grin.”well? What do you think of this new bartender I got?” She hummed.”He looks mature, I wonder if he can make a good pink Whitney though.” He shakes his head with a chuckle at her words.

Y/n wouldn’t admit but she started to show up at club owner!sukuna’s club just to see him, having chats with someone on her same IQ level was nice. The two would sit at a designated table just talking up a storm.”You know miss y/n, I’m starting to think you’re just coming here to see me and not for the pink Whitney’s.” He leaned grinning with his teeth showing, making her sip the pink drink and do what was a playful eye roll now.”Tsk! You have nice tats but you’re not all that ryomen.” He raised a brow.”we’re on first name bias now I see?”

Y/n secretly liked their playful nature. The way he would teasingly call her miss or ma’am while she would call him his first name. She really didn’t notice the privilege she had at all being so close to someone like sukuna but she just had this aura about her that made her connected to him. It’s why she wouldn't be surprised when toji told her that her usual pink Whitney was on the house.”it seems like you’re rubbing up on the big boss.” She just smiles like that.

She couldn’t lie and say she didn’t find club owner!sukuna to be an attractive man. His light pink hair, dark red eyes with tribal tattoos under the suit he wears. She didn’t even notice she herself would even wear her prettiest outfits around him until he pointed it out on their daily talks.”you’re always wearing that pretty little club dress around me.” She almost choked on her drink when he first had said that to her, if her skin was paler she would’ve had a visible blush on her cheek.

club owner!sukuna is aware of the effect he could have on her too. He knows deep down in her pretty uptight soul that a flustered girl existed in there so he tested to see what could ignite it. He noticed she was the type of woman who didn’t mind a more dominant hand doing things for her. He loved to see how her eyes would widen when he led her out his club front doors by the small of her back, even walking her to her car.

She always gets bashful when he points out the pink club dress she’s always wearing when she meets him at their table to talk.”Are you always wearing that pink dress for me doll face?” She just has to gasp and twirl at her hair when he says that.

club owner!sukuna agrees with her on any point. Once they started to hang out outside of his club and inside her heavily decorated bedroom. He loved to Hear her rant about her work as a business manager.”such bullshit y’know.. the way these stupid ass business men try to tell me of all people how to do my own work? Fuck off!” Sukuna just chuckled, eating some nuts she left on her bed.”how bout you join my team then on the side then?”

She raised a brow ”join your team?” He nodded his head.”You've shown me your work, you’re amazing at your work and you could create some good things for us, how about it?” She hummed in response, it would be for both of them, even more money than they already earn(not like sukuna was ever even struggling to begin with).”I get full control of marketing, no random jerks butting in trying to tell me how to do it.” He grinned at that.”deals a deal then.”

sukuna’s staff would see y/n around the club more than just visits and more of her as their marketing manager in a business shirt and long business skirt with black flip flops and serious glasses, it was a drastic change from her in her usual pink club dresses and heels drunk on a pink Whitney. More of her being a very strict marketing manager around the club inside the meeting office, she’s never too strict letting them put input and club ideas.

When she sees toji raise her hand she and sukuna huff but allow him to put in his input .”what’s your input on this Fushiguro?” He clears his shirt.”shirts and mugs.” She just sighs at his silly idea, but she knows she’s gonna feed into this staff's small silly ideas.

club owner!sukuna likes to see her interact with the staff. He put on this front as a strict boss but liked being silly with his staff, y/n brought his silly side out more. She got him participating in work parties more and even photo taking. Her favorite photo was when she got everyone including him to take a photo in front of the club building as a memory.

Whether y/n realized it or not she was becoming an integral part of sukuna’s personal life now and staff at the club was noticing too. The trio of gojo, toji and geto would whistle noticing y/n get on her tiptoes hugging sukuna goodbye when he bids her a farewell before she heads into her car while they all watch from the window. Gojo takes his shades to try for a better look at what they were saying.``you think they’re.. y’know?” He would do the motion of a finger going into a hole in the shape of his hand which makes geto and toji shiver.``can’t imagine that woman even having sex with that demon, it would make hell freeze.” Geto just mods along to toji's words in agreement.

Y/n was really just as oblivious as sukuna how personal and close they were getting. How comfortable she would get having sukuna’s personal items at her house and his boxers found in her bathroom while her items would also be found at his house and her cute little slippers even being left in his house by mistake. The way she got so comfortable being half naked around him, she just used the excuse of “it’s just sukuna”

club owner!sukuna is a jealous jealous man. He tries to keep any ounce of composure but when he sees one of the male security guards rubbing y/n’s shoulder and laughing with her on his break it is hard to keep a calm and collected face as he holds his hands together watching the both of you. Toji makes a chuckle as he’s next to him.”Keep composure man, she’s a free lady till you grow a pair.” That makes sukuna wanna squeeze toji’s balls himself.”leave before I lose my composure and fire you.” Toji makes a nervous laugh leaving from his side.

Sukuna sneakily makes it to your side as you laugh with the guard. That famous sly grin he always wore on his face when he was about to scare someone off was on his face while he looked at the bald security guard. The security guard stopped his chuckling looking sukuna in the eyes.”hello boss.” Sukuna just looks at his watch, watching the time.”6 minutes left, I’d stand post outside so you don’t miss it or be late.” He just gulped, nodding his head and leaving. It made y/n pout at him but softened when he patted her head and rubbed a hand on her back.”you’re such a meanie you know?”

The thought of y/n with another person except him would drive him crazy. He thought it was crazy of him to even think these thoughts about her this way when he never thought this way about another woman in all his years of his job as a club owner. Hell, he had even gone to his day one uraume of all people for advice at their own house. As Uraume poured him wine in a cabernet glass he ran a hand down from his hair to his whole face.”emotions are so damn confusing..” he grabbed the glass on the low table taking a sip.”I’ve never even had this feeling in all my years of work, what’s so different now.”

Sitting across from him on a comfortable relaxing chair, uraume hummed.”love?” Sukuna scoffed and laughed at that.”I have zero room for love or even entertaining that idea, my schedule is far too busy.” uraume made a giggle at that.“No room in your schedule but you’ve found a way to migrate this woman into your schedule, whether you’ve noticed it or not but with the way you’ve in a way been purposely migrating this girl into your life somehow.” Sukuna made a huffing noise like a bull, he forgot that psychology degree uraume had. He took another sip of the red wine with his arm stretched on the top of the couch.

Uraume just smiled softly at Sukuna’s expression.”Am I right or not? You did tell me you have this woman as your marketing manager and even have been invited into her home.” Sukuna just grumbled.”I won’t say you’re wrong..” uraume just laughed out loud knowing sukuna admitted defeat to them. Their laughs turned into a sigh.”Just get the woman, sukuna.”

Whilst sukuna was conflicted for his feelings for y/n the same could be said for y/n. It was getting hard for her to not cross her legs when she felt his large hand on her lower back and even harder to keep eye contact with his intense sharp eyes. Everyday was getting more difficult, she had to set some boundaries as his employee.

The next following day she knocked on his office door and came in when she heard a muffled,”enter” and stepped in. His cold expression changed when he saw who entered and had a small smile.”oh, hello ms. Y/n.” He teased expecting her to play along. She made a chortle while walking to his desk.”Well hello Mr. sukuna.” He grinned at her teasing back.”Well what brings you here?”

She cleared her throat, getting more serious.”About that, I think it’s time we set some.. boundaries in the office, yes?” He quirked a brow at that sitting up and elevating his chair and folding his hands into each other.”boundaries you say?” She nodded swallowing.”I love her friendship ryomen, but I think we may be getting far too close for comfort y’know? This is a workplace I just don’t want people even getting the wrong idea about us or personally about you.”

He let out a breath of air at what she said.”You have a point.” She was surprised, thinking he wouldn’t be cooperative with her.”We should be having an appropriate work friendship in a working place. I wouldn’t want either our images tarnished or to be known as people who just sleaze around, I know you would hate that for yourself y/n.” She nodded, her heart was beating a bit fast as he said those words. She didn’t know why, she should be comfortable with the conversation they were having about boundaries. She slowly nodded her head along to his words in agreement, once she did leave he let out a groan. This was for the best as workers, but he didn’t know how he would even last around her and not be how he usually is.

club owner!sukuna found it was hard to even act like a professional boss to her at their workplace, it’s like she was purposely doing things to rile him but he knew it was innocent in nature. The way she would bend down in marketing meetings to pick up his pen in front of a full staff made a groan nearly slip out. Toji had to bow his head not wanting to get his head chewed off by sukuna for looking or dropping his jaw.

Another instance was how he saw her take her glasses off and put them between her shirt and tie up her locs trying to look more serious with her cute face. Her cute laugh she would do at the antics of his staff, sometimes he would have to excuse himself and go into his private office.

And who’s to say she wasn’t just as flustered as she was before around him? Seeing him get angry and a sharp look in his crimson eyes at some drunk bastard acting a fool outside the club evoked an interesting reaction in her while she watched. The way he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt showing off his watch made her lick her lips without even noticing.

All of this came to a halt one day when they were hosting a nice event to celebrate the anniversary of the opening of the club. It was a chill day for y/n, for once she wasn’t in her office working on marketing plans and was in the club enjoying herself in a pink strapless dress and 2 inch light pink heels to match with some light makeup on her face and her locs laid down for once. She had a barely visible blush but sukuna could tell she was drunk from how she was giggling more and more and dancing on the floor.

When he approached her on the floor she acted more bold, it was probably the beer but when he came to see how she was partying she just shouted at him,”could be better if I had ya lips on my mine kuna!” It makes him choke a bit thinking he didn’t hear her clearly the first time she said what she said.”I can’t hear you sweetheart, maybe you should ah repeat that again?”

She made a more slurred giggle coming from her throat and got on her tiptoes wobbling a bit but flying her head up trying to be on his height level.``said I want yer lips on mines!” Seeing his puzzled face made more laughter come from her until she nearly tripped, thankfully having sukuna catch her by the hips and sigh.``maybe you need to sober up a bit, yes?”

She made a pout.”Such a partyyyyy poooperrrr!” But of course obliged with sukuna holding her hand and having her follow him up to her office, toji and geto had a funny idea in their twisted minds of what they thought the two were doing as they headed upstairs.

Once they got into his office he sat her flat on his office couch and brushed a hand through his pink hair sighing.``What am I gonna do with a woman like you?” She still had an innocent tipsy smile on her face as she laid on his couch with her heels still on. Walking over to her and bending down he grabbed her legs, taking her own shoes off.``you undressin’ men ryoo?” He just shook his head sighing at her behavior.``I’m making sure you don’t nearly fall again in these pumps, miss y/n.” She just giggled more at him putting emphasis on the nickname he had for her.

Once her heels were on the floor he sat across her in a spare chair he had. It was honestly a shock to see her so free, he’s seen her be funny but never giggling and so bold. He just looked at her as she snickered and kicked her free feet and brushed a hand through his hair.”Just what am I gonna do with you huh?” He half joked but her drunk mind took it seriously.”Whatever you want ryo,’m all yours for the night!” He almost wanted to entertain the idea but shook his head, he would never take advantage of her like that when she was vulnerable like this.

“I couldn’t, y/n. I’m your work partner, remember?” She just let out a big sigh of air getting up, still wobbling.``Who even caresssss ‘bout that stupid work code shit anymore ryo? Jus’ want you..” that makes him sigh and look away." You're drunk y/n, let’s have this talk tomorrow.” She just shook her head, still standing and wobbling.”noooo! I want you ryooo. I want you every moment I see ya, can’t even go without turning into a slush when ‘m around you..”

He grips the arm of his cheer and gets up. He didn’t wanna have this conversation with her now, he wanted her to have a clear mind to say this and express his feelings back. ”how about you just sober up, yes? And we’ll speak about this tomorrow?” She just huffed trying to walk further but falling onto him. He sighed knowing he’d be the one driving her home tonight

The next morning was awkward for the two. Y/n was still hungover from last night but appearing work ready. Last night was an embarrassing blur for her, she remembered bits of her partying, inside sukuna’s office and nearly confessing her feelings for him. When she entered the club she immediately wanted to head up and apologize. Before toji or anyone else could even greet her she was heading upstairs and straight to his office. She banged on his door to which he responded.”whoever is banging so damn loud, enter.” She rushed into the office immediately with sukuna being concerned.”Ah, y/n.”

Her mouth was moving faster than her brain as she spoke.”I’m sorry about last night sukuna, I don’t know if my stupid ass drunk mouth will make our relationship even more confusing but if it does! Let’s just move past this. I don’t want our friendship to blunder so let’s just—“ he hushed her, getting up and looking out his shades momentarily and rubbing his nose with his thumb.

“Really, I’m the sorry one y/n. I completely tried ignoring your feelings last night when, funny enough, I felt the same.” That immediately shut her up with her standing straight while he walked towards her, every step he took she watched.”d-do you now?” there was a slight stutter in her talk as he nodded and was now facing her head to head.”so silly isn’t it? I tried denying this,just… burying my head into my work and even trying to avoid you but I can’t you know why?”

She gulped, staying silent and looking up at him.”because you plague my mind y/n, my every waking thought is you. This little thing of trying to keep a working relationship didn’t work in the slightest either, just seeing you and not being able to have you kills me inside. And I know this is killing you also.” He put a hand on her shoulder needing confirmation. She swallowed and nodded looking at him eye to eye.”I wanna start something sukuna I do but, what about the obvious working relationship?“ he scoffed.”you said it with your own drunk words last night, it’s bullshit. And a drunk words is always the truth coming out. If they dare to question, to hell with them.” And he did mean that literally.

The then relationship she started to have with club owner!sukuna began to blossom nicely. It made y/n so giddy and more flustered now, it was everything they were used to doing with each other but now everything was so intense. Him usually sleeping on her bed fully clothed in a suit now turned to him half naked in briefs in her bed with her cuddled against him.

Them having their usual talks at a club table turned into them having talks in his office which turned into her on his desk with him still sitting in his office chair looking at her sitting there and putting his hands on her waist to lead her into sharing a kiss with him.

Their usual marketing meetings were now awkward for the whole staff. It was refreshing for all of them to see the two finally together but it was suffocating. The way she would giggle a bit when he picked up a pen she dropped in the middle of it made the trio of toji, gojo and geto wanna tear their ears and eyes off.

Overall, they were a happy couple.

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jarofstyles · 9 months

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Illicit- 4

Heyyyy my loves! Here is part 4 of Illicit and a better look into Harry's behavior without Y/N... not a nice man but he's OUR man <3

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Wc- 3.3k

warnings- asshole h, infidelity, slight violence, paparazzi

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Harry was reaching a boiling point.

Katherine had stolen him away from Y/N for the night, under the guise her father set as a business dinner. Said he had something to discuss with him at a new, up and coming restaurant that it was imperative that he came tonight. He had to peel himself away from Y/N who was curled on his couch with her laptop in her lap, doing a bit of clothing shopping while he leaned against her to help veto and approve on things she was on the fence about. He had been having a very good time being domestic this afternoon to be forced away was already pissing him the fuck off.

So to find a table clear of said man and just see his daughter there with a scheming beam on her face? It was the worst possible option. Of course, she assured him that her ‘daddy’ would be coming shortly, but by the time their entrees arrived, Harry was fairly certain of what was happening.

H: I need wine when I get home.

Y/N: Yeah.. someone sent me an article.

Harry’s stomach dropped when she sent the link, an article that must have only been published just a few moments ago. A photo of a preening Katherine across from him had been snuck. Thankfully his face was blank, ever so practiced. She was leaning across the table with a preen all over her face, the angle taken so you couldn’t see the third drink set out for her father who was mysteriously not there.

This had to be a set up. He wasn’t giving the image of the doting, in love boyfriend that Katherine wanted and she was obviously a bit more cunning than he had originally anticipated. He was beginning to piece things together again, and he was getting more furious by the minute.

The real anger stemmed from being taken away from one of the rarer nights he didn’t have work to check up on periodically, and he’d cleared it just for her. It was like she somehow knew how to piss him off out of some fucked up intuition. While Y/N had the owner's manual on how to make him happy, Katherine knew how to make him irrationally angry. Despite his asshole behavior he was still nice compared to the whole plethora of things he wanted to tell her.

He had no qualms about embarrassing her publicly. It’s where she had weakness. Her reputation.

H: I’m leaving in a moment. I have a theory about this. Brant Jr never showed up.

Y/N: Seriously????

H: Yes. What ice cream do you want me to pick up on my way home, my love?

Y/N: ……

Y/N: You’re good, H. Mint Choc pls <3

H: Anything for you. I’ll be home soon. Go get changed into something more comfortable.

Harry tucked his phone back in his pocket, turning to Katherine who had been watching him curiously. “So when are you going to admit you stole your father’s work phone and tricked me here?” He had waited until the waitress was in earshot. This was a story he wished would actually show up on TMZ. “Because I was having a very important evening and was torn away from people I had meticulously scheduled to come here and discuss ‘emergency business’ changes. I didn’t ask you to dinner because I didn’t have time for these silly things, and because I didn’t want to.” Harry tugged his wallet out. “You are childish. I knew that. But messing with important business shit because you’re trying to trick me into a dinner and planting one of your friends at another table to get some clicks for your weird fangirls living vicariously and extra money?” He pointed directly where he had found one of her friends, the redhead’s eyes widening as Harry caught her phone up and gave his stone cold glare. “My business isn’t a fucking game, Katherine. Wasting my time when I’m doing things because you’re throwing a childish tantrum because I can’t shower you in affection every hour of the day? What did we discuss last time?”

“Harry, darling, you’re being a bit loud-” Katherine chuckled nervously, eyes wide as she had been figured out. The waitress and tables close could clearly hear him. She hated negative attention and had been working at trying to market them as some sort of ‘it couple’, which wasn’t going to work for him anymore. He was growing tired of this scheme and really needed her to just end it so the contract could be over, null and void.

“I can be louder, if you want.” He said ruthlessly. “I can let all of your little friends know the image of our relationship you paint is a sham, that you try to make me out as someone who I never had been, and never will be for you. I am not in love with you, Katherine. I told you, if you wanted to date me that it would be on my terms. If that makes me an ‘asshole’” He sneered, “So be it. I’ve never lied about my stance in dating you. I let you prance around and use my name to get into clubs that your own last name is too irrelevant to get you into, I allow you to pose photographs of me though you know I despise it when you do, I allow you to use my yacht and I let you use my home in Los Angeles before I sold it to have one of those stupid influencer parties you love to post about although, I know you hate half of those girls.” He knew his voice was carrying, but he didn’t care. “You are the one hurting yourself by making this relationship out to be anything but it is. A means to an end.” For both of them, but she would know now just how onto her he’s been.

“I’ve let it go for a while. I’ve allowed you to do what made you feel better because if it kept you off of my back while I handled things on my own, I was fine.You even harassed my friends for the lake house keypad number, which is fucking pathetic.” it really was and Harry had been mad since then, but this was growing past a disrespect he was willing to accept. “ But you’re fucking with business now. I will not ever stand for it. If I say no, it means no. If I say not tonight, it means not tonight. If I say to stop calling, stop fucking calling me.” He let his voice seethe while his face remained mostly it’s usual cold sneer, throwing a few bills on the table. “Continue fucking with my business and see how that ends up. Your father could build up a company, and I can take it down just as fast.”

He stood up, righting his jacket as he watched her pale face, knowing he had just scared her. He didn’t care. Maybe there was something wrong with him, but he truly, to the bottom of his heart, didn’t care about her feelings. The one girl he cared about was waiting for her mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“Are- Are you threatening me?” She shriekd quietly, making Harry pause, calling their waitress all the way over.

“It’s not a threat, but a promise.” There was no questioning that he meant it. Looking towards the waitress, he handed her a generous tip and nodded, leaving the restaurant to find flashing cameras. One particular flash pissed him off, and catching Harry in a bad mood was not a good thing to do.

His hand shot out, grabbing the surely expensive to the man’s camera, and threw it forcefully onto the pavement. It shattered into little pieces, the lens crackling on the sidewalk and the plastic of the body falling into shards, his blank stare going from the broken beyond repair camera to the sputtering camera man. His face was tomato red while Harry’s jaw remained sharp and clenched, raising a brow in challenge.

“What the fuck! My fucking camera!” He bellowed. “I’m gonna sue the fuck out of you!”

Harry grabbed his business card out from his pocket, handing it to the man. “Reach out. It will be a pleasure to beat you in court.”

His car was in the lot, which he quickly got to and peeled out of the parking lot. He wasn’t even inside of the shop yet when he got a call from Y/N. Her contact photo brought a smile to his face, answering it as he briskly walked inside the automatic doors and grabbed a little basket.

“Hi, my love.” He murmured, making his way towards the back, knowing the exact brand she wanted from the freezer.

“Did you really break a camera?” Y/N squeaked into the phone. It made him laugh, not pausing in his expedition. She was still relatively new to his life and didn’t seem to google him like everyone else who met him. Even if it felt like she was meant to be with him forever, that their souls had always been familiar, she hadn’t seen much of that side of him yet.

“Yes.” He hummed. “Shoved it in my face, blinded me for a moment. I was already angry. The photographers know it's a risk when I’m involved, darling.” It was sort of his thing. If people got too close, hit him with it, intruded on his personal space, he was quick to rid himself of the problem. They were lucky he chose the camera and not the person behind it. Harry really didn’t care, and he knew some would label him as toxic or maybe even crazy, but it wasn’t something he cared about. His temper was notorious.

“Christ! H!” Y/N laughed in disbelief. “Hannah sent me an article. There’s a video circling social media. I haven’t watched it yet.”

“Good. Don’t, it’s a waste of time yeah? Told you I’m an open book for you, sweetheart. Can ask me any questions you’d like when I get back to you.” He tucked the phone between his shoulder and cheek, opening up the freezer door to grab their designated flavors. “Stay comfortable for me, I’m just about to check out and get home t’you. I’ll talk to you in a bit.” It was something Harry wished he could have happen every day. Going home to her. She was the centerpiece of his home now and her absence was palpable when he got home and she was at her own place or out and about.

They said their goodbyes and Harry found himself lost in his head as he used the self check out to pay for their sweets. He avoided most social interaction when he could because everyone always had a favor to ask him, a question, a dig. It was nice to be able to pay and avoid the pointless small talk with a cashier who usually didn’t give an actual shit, or someone who obviously gave far too much of one. His lone wolf lifestyle suited him just fine- but now Y/N fit into it. She wasn’t just anyone, her voice didn’t grate on his nerves, and he was in love with her. He figured adding another lone wolf to his life wouldn’t hurt- not when it was her.

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“Harry…” Y/N laughed, licking her spoon clean. “While I am most definitely proud of you for how quickly you can come up with comebacks and witty words, I’d prefer they not be needed at all.” Her smile faded, leaning further into him. The man had stripped himself of his suit and found his clothes after a quick shower, trying to rid himself of the disaster and waste of a night. Now he was going to be with the woman he had been looking forward to spending time with for the rest of the night.

“Unfortunately, s’part of the job.” His thumb rubbed over her shoulder as she leaned into the man, his neediness even more apparent when he’d plucked her up from her spot and sat down to settle her in his lap. “Paparazzi are, for some reason, something that still is a thing and they make a pretty penny on photos of me because I like to dodge them.” Harry was not the stereotype of a nepotism child. He did work for what was given to him but he was under no false pretenses. He knew that he was born into an almost impossible wealth, one that some of his peers had deluded themselves into thinking they could be anything. The so-called ‘self made’ millionaires as if they didn’t have billions to cushion their blow if they were to be shot down. He liked to hide away from the attention part of it the best he could, but sometimes appearing at things was a necessary evil.

“I know.” The angel in his lap grumbled. “I know it is but it still makes me irritated that you have to worry about it. That they’ve gotten so far in your face that you were even able to do that. It’s just rude and invading your privacy.” Her little pout did something to his formerly black, charred heart.

Y/N was his opposite in a good way. She was love and warmth and light and morals. Harry was cold, cruel, darkness. Iron compared to gold. If it were anyone else, he thinks he may be slightly annoyed by their cheerfulness, their optimism. Harry had seen a lot of the world and a lot of the bad sides of people, skeletons hidden in closets and the life of the elite. It was hard to be optimistic at times when he’d seen such hopelessness, but she managed to peel back some of the grimy layers in his dim outlook in life, his cynical snarks and soften the jagged edges just a bit. He wasn’t a changed man- no. He didn’t have rainbows out his ass, he wasn’t a warm being, but he held the new wick that was lit up in a dim glow when it came to her. He could be good to her. Thankfully Y/N wasn’t looking for more. She didn't want to change him.

“Oh, my love.” He sighed, his hand chilled from the ice cream coming up to her chin. “It’s alright. They’ll learn at some point. Besides… It isn’t a normal occurrence when I just go out, not normally. Katherine called them, I’m positive.” The mirth in his eyes returned at the reminder of the woman. “I’m going to call Brant tomorrow and let him know of the antics, but I’m going to threaten again. I don’t want to be under this contract anymore.” His voice quieted, looking at Y/N who dropped her eyes from his. His stomach twisted, knowing where her head went. “Hey, sweetness. Look at me.” He urged, trying to catch her eyes again. “You know that I’m looking for every way out, yeah? If I can’t use that, m’gonna move on to the next idea. It’s hard when I’m contract bound, but I’m going to make her break up with me.”

Honestly, he was surprised she hadn’t just from tonight. It had him suspicious of her. There was no way that her ego wasn’t bruised from his spiked tongue tonight. He’d made sure other people heard the verbal hits, made sure some of it would be sold to the same publication she was trying to make a few bucks off by planting her friends to take photos. There was a prayer in his mind that maybe that would move it on, make her give him up. Surely, she was someone’s dream trophy wife. Sure as fuck not his, but maybe someone else.

“I know. I just hate….” Y/N paused, giving her eyes back to him. “I hate that she makes you so miserable, but I’m glad that you hate her. I feel like an awful human being, but I just hate so much about her and It makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me.”

This was news to Harry, surprisingly enough to actually show on his face. She’d mentioned disliking Katherine before but to see her struggling with her hatred towards the woman who was trying to claim her boyfriend as hers in the public eye, it made him feel even more guilty. He didn’t want this for her, he didn’t want her upset- but he knew that it was his own fault.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” He said seriously. “I know that hatred isn’t something that your pretty heart feels a lot so m’sure it does feel a bit off but I promise you, it’s worth hating.” There was a pause, thumb squeezing her jaw slightly and watching as it popped open from the little trick. “If I had to see you out with someone else… I’d be murderous. If another man said you were his, I’d enjoy knocking every tooth from his skull.” His jaw tightened. There was no way. Every time he thought about it it made him ache, so he knew that it must be similar to her. Though he couldn’t imagine Y/N’s gentle soul to be murderous, she at the very least must be angry.

“Cool it, cowboy.” Y/N crooned, watching as his brain was visibly showing his thoughts on his face. “No one is coming to get me. I’m all yours.” It was like she was soothing a dragon. To be fair, Harry was pretty sure that if it could, smoke would be coming from his ears or his nose. Y/N could read him very well but to be honest, he did little to hide his emotions from her anymore. His girl was just good at knowing him, and he appreciated every moment of it. He couldnt lie and say that her insistence of being his didn’t please him- it absolutely did.

Harry had quite a few morally gray qualities and one was his possessiveness. Words like that, telling him that she was all his, it made him hard. Settled him in a primal, animalistic way and he wasn’t going to stop it. Y/N had been clued into it, knowing the exact right thing to sway his mood a different way. Knowing that the woman curled up to him thought of herself as his, that she was fully belonging to him and would be proud to be his as soon as they could be in the limelight. Harry would be equally as happy with people knowing he belonged to her, and he had no shame in labeling himself as so- but Y/N was playing into his weaknesses.

“You are, aren’t you? And I’m yours.” His voice dropped an octave, moving his hand down a little bit to cup the side of her neck. “No matter what she tries to play to the public, no matter the image shes trying to sell, I belong to you, sweetheart. Heart and soul. It’s all yours.” No truer words had been spoken. Harry was an honest man, most of the time, but this wasn’t something he would lie about. He wouldn’t declare his heart as hers if it wasn’t. “My messy little girl.” He swiped away a bit of ice cream from the corner of her lip with his free hand, bringing it to his mouth to suck it away, keeping her eyes on his. Her ice cream was melting in the tub in her hand, and Harry had a better idea on what too with it now.

“Let’s not talk about her anymore, my angel.” He suggested, gently moving her closer to him. “Why don’t you let me have my sweets now, yeah? Taste them off of you?”

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facioleeknow · 9 months

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He loves me, he loves me not • Bang Chan

Does he like you or are you friends delulu?

WC: 1906 Genre: smut, fluff, lifeguard!au, highschool/college!au (implied)

TW: kids, smut, not proofread, shuhua x soojin (gidle)

AN: this wasn't supposed to contain any smut but Dahlia (@comet-falls ) made me think about Chris on his knees in the most inappropriate time (Brat).

Taglist: @bahng-chrizz

Working a summer job wasn't the worst thing you ever did, by far but it wasn't exactly how you planned on spending your summer. Especially if the job in question was at the snack bar at the local community pool. You wanted to spend your summer lazing around towns and spending way too much time at your best friend’s house, not yelling at kids not to run around and trying not to melt under the scorching summer heat.

The job, though, even if it resembled largely your own personal hell most of the time, had its perks. First of all you had free entrance at the pool and the keys which meant that if you wanted to swim late at night you could and you were sure the owner didn’t mind. And second the lifeguard assigned to keep the little demons at bay was Christopher Bang, and he was dreamy.

It wasn’t like you and Chris went back but you two knew each other as you had a mutual friend, Lee Felix, who was probably the sweetest and kindest person you knew. The friendship between you and Felix was weird, he was a literal angel and you were the biggest people-hating person you knew, he loved the sun and hot weather and you hated light and suffered if the temperature went past 15°C; but he never pointed the differences out and he was one of the closest friends you had, except for Shuhua of course.

You were extremely thankful to Felix, and not only because he went past your discrepancies but also because he was the one who found you the job; thanks to him you were able to freely ogle at Chris with heart eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“God he’s so hot,” you whined. That day was particularly hot so Chris had discarded his tank top and was only in his trunks, basking in the sun. The sight was glorious.

“Can you stop drooling on a man? It’s embarrassing,” Shuhua sighed and kept fanning herself with a random newspaper you found behind the bar and gave her. Her and her girlfriend Soojin finally agreed to visit you at work after you complained for weeks about how excruciating it was to stay around little kids all day without support. She had been side-eyeing you all morning for simping like that for a man, insisting that it wasn’t very girlboss of you and you insisted back that you knew but he was different, he was actually nice, which earned you an even more sour look.

“Leave her alone, I’m sure you were like this when we weren’t together,” argued Soojin, looking fondly at the other girl.

“Oh my god, she was even worse and I had to sit through it all the time and of course I couldn’t say anything,” you agreed with Soojin which made Shuhua whine quite loudly.

“Excuse me miss,” a little voice interrupted your conversation, “ can you give me another ice cream?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but you already ate two and your mother told me not to give you any,” you forced a smile. That kid came everyday and demanded all the ice cream and when the mother said no he threw one hell of a tantrum.

You tried to resume your conversation with the girls, hoping that the kid would spare you that day, but as soon as you turned the child started screaming and crying for ice cream. Like. Every. Damn. Day. Shuhua scoffed once again and looked at him with that one scary stare she always had.

“Kid, didn’t your mother teach you not to interrupt adult’s conversations?” by the tone of her voice you could tell that your best friend was really ticked off and not just pretending to make the kid quiet. You kinda felt bad for the kid, being on the other end of Shuhua’s annoyance wasn’t something enjoyable. At all.

While you were thinking about that time when you had fucked up really bad and Shuhua yelled at you, the kid sprinted towards the counter, grabbed your phone and then started running in the opposite direction.

“Are you fucking serious?” you mumbled to yourself. as fast as you could you got out of the little snack hut and tried to run after the kid, who was extremely fast and wasn’t wearing shoes which gave him better grip on the wet floor. However you were way taller than him and his little legs could only do so much, your hand started grazing his shoulder and you were already tasting victory when your forehead collided with a hard metal surface. The elevated lifeguard seat. Your luck couldn’t be any better. You fell backwards.

Your head hurt like a bitch, that pole was very sturdy even if it looked rusty. You closed your eyes, the world was spinning a little bit. You could feel people looming over you and faint shouting a bit more far away from you. Soojin and Chris were both kneeling beside your slumped form.

“Are you alright?” Soojin whispered worriedly. You groaned, the last thing you needed was a gigantic bruise in the middle of your forehead.

“My phone.”

“Shuhua went to get it, don't worry.”

A big warm hand gently patted your head and started brushing hair away from your face.

“Are you sure you're okay?”a male voice asked. Chris. Your eyes shot open. He was smiling at you and it was the sweetest smile you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Yeah,” you sputtered. Your whole body was on fire, and not in the good way.

Chris put his muscular arm around your shoulders and helped you sit up. The closeness between both of your faces was making your heart beat wildly.

“I'm going to get some nice, wouldn't want a bruise to ruin your pretty face,” he winked at you playfully.

Soojin raised an eyebrow at you but your mind had escaped your current body and was metaphorically running in a flower field.

Maybe the summer job wasn't that bad.

From that day Chris would always exchange small talk in the morning with you when the pool was quiet and the kids were still sleeping. Sometimes he would catch you staring and he'd send a wink your way paired with one of his adorable smiles which made you extremely flustered. Shuhua and Soojin insisted he liked you, you insisted that he was being nice because you had a mutual friend. But after what happened earlier that day you were starting to toy with the idea.

It was extremely hot and everybody was struggling except the kids that still ran around like it was any other day. The snack hut felt like a furnace but the shadow it provided gave you at least some protection. Chris on the other hand didn't look so good, he was wearing a cap to protect his head against the sun but the heat was getting to him and you could see that. Your hand instinctively flew to the small fridge behind you and grabbed an ice cold bottle of water.

The walk to the chair was agonizing, your nerves we're so taut that you could play violin on them. The universe though, must have not liked you getting close to that particular spit because once again he sent a kid against you. The blonde, giggly, snotty child ran into your brand new t-shirt (a cat shirt) ice cream first and then proceeded to smear it across the front of it.

“Hehe, sorry,” he giggled and then ran away.

“I like you shirt,” chuckled Chris, now in front of you. You decided to ignore his comment and handed him the bottle.

“It's really hot, you should drink plenty of water.”

He took the bottle and smiled again, that man was all smiles.

“Go to the staff room, you can wear my shirt, I have the tank anyway, I don't need it.”

You froze. You? Wear his shirt? Your brain was shutting down.

The staff room wasn't far but it was separated from the pool which meant you could freak out as much as you wanted. Chris' bag laid open on the bench in front of you, his shirt was neatly folded on top. It was a plain black shirt and it smelled of laundry detergent and baby powder.

“Oh my god, he's not stinky like other men, I love him,” you whispered to yourself while you admired the shirt.

Maybe you were starting to like your summer job.

When you told Shuhua about the shirt incident she was adamant he liked you but you were still very reluctant to believe that. She kept bugging you and insisting that you should ask him out and that he was definitely into you. But still, being the stubborn woman you were, you kept to yourself and the summer swiftly came to an end. The last day of the job had a bitter taste to it, how would you survive without your hot lifeguard to gawk at? You didn't know.

The pool wasn't open, you were only supposed to put all of the pool chairs inside and lock up.

It was hard work and it was still very warm but you were getting paid, so you had to do it. Chris had other plans, he sent you in the staff room to make “inventory” while he carried inside all the chairs.

Y/N:

He's taking the chairs inside all by himself

His muscles look so sexy

I'm feeling hot and bothered rn ngl

Shuhua:

Just fuck already

“I wanted to surprise you but it seems like you were the one who surprised me,” Chris chuckled from behind your shoulder.

The gasp you let out was inhuman. You were screwed. As a way to escape the situation you started to slowly back away from him, but soon your back hit the wall effectively trapping you.

“You think my muscles are sexy?”

You nodded slowly.

“Feel them then.” His warm hand gripped yours and gently guided it to his arm.

“Very impressive,” you stuttered trying so hard not to faint on him.

Chris had his eyes fixed on you, he had this look, dark and intimidating. It was hot.

“Can I touch you?”

“YES!”

Your lips met in a soft chaste kiss, it was almost innocent, but his hands wandered your body. He gripped and kneaded your flesh feverishly. His plump lips trailed down your jaw and stopped at your neck. His link tongue darted out to lap at the skin.

Your mind was clouded with so much pleasure from only his mouth on your neck that you didn't notice his hand had slipped past your underwear until he pressed on your clit lightly. He had made you gasp twice that day, but the second one was for a completely different reason.

You were so wet it was easy for him to slip his fingers inside you. You instinctively threw your head back and smacked it a little too hard against the tiled wall.

“Careful baby,” he groaned. His fingers slipped out of you and a whine escaped your lips but your voice got caught in your throat when you saw what he did next. He kneeling. In front of you. And looking at you like you were a goddess.

“We should go out sometimes,” he said while he yanked your shorts down.

You definitely loved your summer job.

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forthechubbies · 6 months

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I: Chill

Idol! Bangchan x Chubby Reader x Idol! Felix

🌸Kdrama Vibes, Love Virus, and Love Trangle🌸

The OG Drabble

00.1%, the point one percent is you.. Or at least that's how you feel being in a relationship with Bang Chan; you met him your vacation in Australia all the while he was reuniting with his beautiful family - Berry was actually the first member of the family you met. You heard slight growls followed by tugging you looked down at the poor puppy's leash tangled on the bench's legs.

She cutely whined before turning her eyes up to you for help.to which you happily help her. However; her owner wasn't to for behind her - that's where those big beautiful eyes of yours melt the poor man down to a giggling puddle.

In vice versa, you never stood a chance against his accent to his big pink nose matching his ears. His bashfullness paired with insane muscle mass made you see stars, manly yet gentle..

"Christopher." He said his name was..

Little did you know; A whole another world came along with him. He failed to tell you he's also bangchan; leader of SKZ - a wildly popular korean boyband. He basically fathers the members being so he trumps them in age. You found out quickly the age card is thrown around a lot in South Korea.

Sadly; Bang Chan told you all this overwhelming information the day you moved to Korea with him….It wasn’t the worse idea, he’s ever had.

With a fiery rage burning within, you bellowed at him, his tongue-in-cheek facade no longer amusing. "Why did you not consider informing me earlier? Was that not even a possibility? Or did you arrogantly decide this on your own?" The anger surged through you, threatening to unleash a torrent of tears. His fame meant nothing to you, but being trapped in a foreign land with no means of income of your own.

“I asked; you to move in with me. You said-“ Bangchan scoffed after feeling a slipper knock him upside his head. “ Well, That wasn’t very nice.” He sang picking up the slipper-“ You know violence doesn’t solve anything-“

“Chan, hold on to that thought!” You've already had enough of him today. However, here's the twist: you didn't even have a chance to speak before storming towards the entrance, grabbing your coat.

“And let me enlighten you, my dear! When a man proposes living together, it's typically within the same country, not a completely foreign one!” As you flung open the door and took a confident step forward, you anticipated solid ground beneath your foot, but oh boy, were you about to be shocked...

As you gasped, your delicate fingers clung desperately to his firm forearm, tightly wrapped around your waist. In that moment, you realized the true value of walking, a privilege you had taken for granted until the arrival of Christopher. It was an unexpected turn of events, for this was the first instance where he exerted his strength upon you.

With effortless grace, he effortlessly scooped you up, cradling you under his protective arm, and carried you back into the sanctuary of the house. However, as soon as you crossed the threshold of the door, he released his grip, allowing you to stand on your own once more.

When Bangchan turned from locking the door you were walking away towards the bedroom.."You can be upset in here not outside late at night!" He yelled in a deceptive tone as if he were trying his damnest to be gentle with you. " Your things should be arriving soon-"

Slam!!

You can't believe him. When you agree to move in you didn't think it would be instant. you also didn't realize the home he was referring to was in South Korean to which he knows the language by heart!

Where was all this information hiding?

How dare he pretend that you're blowing this out of proportion when, in truth, it's an absolute nightmare to find employment in a foreign land that you have minimal knowledge about!

A weak knock presented itself to you. You sneered. Perfect timing; You eyed the nightgown he had prepared for you. Pretty modest yet graceful; a retro mini nightgown the lacey frills draped your body gorgeously.

You marched to the door while snatching a pillow off the bed to smother your boyfriend....or die trying.

" You're a kidnapper and a per-vert!"

Instead of your wretched excuse of a boyfriend, you swung open the door to find a blonde boy with adorable freckles. Your heart skipped a beat as you gasped, hastily concealing the pillow behind your back.

This is how you met Yongbok (Felix).

....

The following morning brought the memories of yesterday with it. Christopher was still in hot water it only continued to boil as you realized you've been moved. You remember falling asleep on top of the covers yet you found yourself tucked in.

You smiled for a second. The thoughts of Channie being caring as usual even if you were willing to physically fight him. That's when the smile faded away upon hearing movement downstairs coming upstairs.

Thud!!

"Ouch!" A loud voice expressed his pain. " Why would follow me up at the same time,Jeongin!?"

"Ah!" Channie whispered loudly; "Binnie, be quiet." He turns to scold the boys with a look.

Binnie widen eyes at the scorn. " Me?! Why aren't you talking to him!? He almost tripped me up!" He cried, pointing to Jeongin who stands there amused by his hyungs anger.

"I know, I know, Binnie-Gin, quiet laughing at him. You'll make him angrier." Bangchan has enough on his plate already. "And stay quiet; please." The language was difficult to understand but pleasant to hear especially when you realized Chris's voice. You found yourself blushing.

The door latch clicking alarmed you to keep still as the boys entered.

They made sure to seat everything down gently before heading back out...so we thought.

I.N couldn't resist admiring your peaceful expression. "She's so beautiful," he whispered, giving a thumbs up in approval. Your heart fluttered as he moved closer, his hair gently grazing your cheek. "She smells just like Felix's favorite perfume."

"Shh!" Chan hissed, his voice barely a whisper as he clenched his jaw. "If you dare wake her up. Get out , right now."

As time stood still, a silence filled the air, broken only by the gentle descent of the bed beside you. A tremor ran through you as familiar lips brushed against yours." I love you...I know you hate me right now.." He confessed, tilting his head slightly. " Honestly, I deserve it. I'm a dog for telling you half truths." Bangchan's lips touched your cheek before he nestled his nose against your skin. "I don't even have the balls to tell you when you're awake."

Channie couldn't help but laugh when he saw your eyelashes fluttering. "I have to say, you're absolutely stunning when you're pissed...those curves as you walk away." He winced as you sat up abruptly to hit his chest, but he caught your wrist and drew you closer. "Well, good morning to you as well."

You yanked your wrist away from him. "You are the absolute worst-mmmhp!mmm" You struggled against his biceps and shoulders as his strong arms enveloped you. Channie's kiss remained intense and forceful until you finally let go of his shirt, surrendering to his soft, irresistible lips.

♡..♡♡..♡♡♡.♡.♡♡

Chan, observing your dazed expression, gently moved away. He laughed softly, looking into your eyes that were brimming with affection. "I need to leave briefly," He whispered, pulling you onto his lap and holding onto your plush waist. "But don't worry, lover, I'm always just a phone call away."

You subconsciously nod as he spoke something you developed as you started dating him. " I'm still mad." You stated, brushing your fingers across his jawline. " We need to talk-"

"I tried that and you almost left in the dead of night. "He spat out with an undeserved attitude, but you were quick to pick up on it.

"Oh I'm sorry. Was my reaction to you lying to me upsetting to you?" Your nose brushed against his."Well, Mr. Bangchan, Christopher, Channie or whoever you are-"

You sneered as his heavy hand caressed your ass, but he continued speaking as if his hands had a mind of their own. "I'm Christopher in English," he said, tongue in cheek. "In Korea, I go by Bangchan," he explained calmly.

Christopher lifts you up in his strong embrace, he gently places you back on the bed, calling you adorable and his sweet Cutie. With a sly wink, he leaves you breathless.

He ignored your anger again.

#poly skz #skz x chubby reader #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz smut #skz x y/n #bangchan imagines #bang chan series #bangchan x reader #bangchan x chubby reader

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pamsimmerstories · 22 days

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Wolfgang and Aurora went to Tartosa to another trip together

previous || next

[wolfgang]: do you know them?

[aurora]: no. but avery said there was a mistake when booking the rental and this couple booked the same day as us and apparently they are avery’s aunt’s parents

[summer]: i know her! omg!

[j]: you do?

[aurora]: why are they looking like that at us? avery said they were nice people... i don’t like to be stare at

[summer]: do you remember me?

[aurora]: sorry. i don’t think i do

[summer]: i don’t remember your name, but i remember you as a patient. you had gestational diabetes and you came to me... you were so young!

[wolfgang]: i think i remember now

[aurora]: i’m sorry!! i didn’t recognized you

[summer]: it’s okay! i just remember you because of something you said back then

[aurora]: oh boy! i hope i didn’t say anything rude or weird. i tend to do that.

[summer]: don’t worry! just about my daughter. she’s not my bio daughter, but you said she looked like me and we were trying to have a baby and i was having trouble. so i kept your words in my mind for a long time. but don’t worry! we had three babies after!

[aurora]: oh! okay! i’m glad everything ended up well. and i’m sorry i said that

[aurora]: sooo, we’re sharing the rental, huh?! nice! i’m glad that you’re the one we’re sharing. avery, my son in law told you were nice...

[summer]: yes. when his father died i called his mother, my daughter, well, you know... she was malcolm’s sister. and cassandra treated her very well when she ran away from home when she found out... i talked to her... anyway, she must’ve talked to him about us

[summer]: i’m oversharing! i’m sorry...

[aurora]: it’s okay! do you want to see the triplets? i actually had another daughter after them... she’s the one married to the owner of this rental

[summer]: oh! i’d love to see pictures of them!

[aurora]: look at them! here it’s when they were born... oh! they were such cute babies! and this is them now

[summer]: the girls look like you and the boy is a copy of your husband

[aurora]: and this is freya, my youngest.

[summer]: omg! she’s gorgeous! wait! i think she’s winter’s friend. she posted a photo on simstagram with her! what a small world!

[aurora]: indeed! well, i was worried about who was going to share the rental with us. i’m glad it’s you!

[summer]: me too! i’m happy that we met again. i’m happy you’re healthy and your babies are adults now!

[aurora]: wolfgang and i were going to the beach. do you and your husband want to join us?

[summer]: absolutely! i’d love that

#aurora #wolfgang munch #windenburg gp #summer holiday #j huntington iii #j and summer gp #landgraab gp #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4 #the sims

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aceistheplace86 · 23 days

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Strawberry & Pine pt.1

The wood floors creaked under the weight of her slow pace. A mixture of pine, old wood, and stale popcorn hangs in the air. The large, main room held shelves of merchandise, souvenirs, and a variety of trinkets and tools.

Despite being in the middle of what seemed to be rush hour, where baffled and intrigued customers talked over one another about the oddities they had seen and what to get from the gift shop, Julie felt alone. Her legs seemed to be in control, taking her deeper into the so-called Mystery Shack. Julie kept to herself, making sure to keep her distance from the other tourists as she took notice of the décor in the shack, everything seemed to look a bit off almost as if that was the aesthetic the owner was going for.

“Two-headed squirrel” she murmured to herself, staring at the odd, clearly fake creature before her. “Pitiful” Julie was not impressed with what she saw here. Her first impression was a bust, the letter S had been missing from the roof now leaning haphazardly against the side of the building. The inside was worse, fake taxidermized creatures with odd names, some parts very noticeably glued together, and a plastic water bottle claiming to hold water from “the Fountain of Youth”

“I actually just came up with that one” A voice startled her.

She turned around and stared at the man ahead of her. He wore a clean, dark suit, with a matching dark hat slightly tilted upon his head. He stared at her with a charming, excited smile, his dark eyes wide, and his thick eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for a laugh from her.

When that never came, he cleared his throat and held out his hand “Mr. Mystery” He says regaining his composure once again. “I didn’t see you on the tour” His expression fell slightly “You aren’t one of the parents of the teens I may or may not have pushed into the bottomless pit… are ya?”

Julie looks down at his hand pausing for a moment before carefully extending her hand out to shake his. She seemed to linger a bit before letting go. “I didn’t take the tour. I just stopped by” She raised her eyebrow “You often push teens down into the pit?”

He laughs “Only when they’re getting on my nerves. That was also a joke” He waves his hand quickly dismissing it “Do you want a tour? I’ll gladly show you around for the regular price”

Julie shook her head “I think I prefer to explore myself if you don’t mind”

He shrugs “Your loss, make sure you check out the new exhibit, I put a lot of work into that one” He paused for a moment and sniffed “Do you smell… strawberry? Is… Is that a stroke symptom?”

The woman laughed slightly at his confusion, and abrupt notice of the smell “That might be me” She said slowly “It’s my perfume and the top note is ripe strawberries”

“Oh. You smell nice” His face reddened, and he rubbed the back of his neck “Your perfume, it. Well, this general area smells a lot nicer than the rest of the shack... You know... the woods have an overpowering scent and all”

Julie laughed a bit as he rambled on. Before she could speak though there was a crash from outside.

“This is why you’re not allowed to drive the golf cart, Mable!” A boy cried out, followed by the sound of someone else, presumably Mable, mimicking him.

“That would be the sounds of my great niece and nephew. I uh should probably go check that out, it’ll cost me extra if I send them back home all damaged” He gave her a small smile and felt oddly proud when he got her to laugh again. “Come again soon, maybe stop for the tour next time” He gave her a wave and walked off.

Julie shook her head with a small smile, she wouldn’t be back for a tour but wasn’t finished with the mystery shack just yet.

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Stan had finished up the rest of the day with little to no issues. He locked up the shack and made his way to his bedroom, still catching the faint scent of strawberries. He tiredly shed off his jacket and tossed it on his bed, that's when he noticed a piece of paper peaking out of the pocket.

He reached over, picked it up, and read it.

Tomorrow, Greasy Diner, 10:00 am.

-Julie

#gravity falls #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #gravity falls fandom #gravity falls stanley #grunkle stan #strawberry #gravity falls fanfiction

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lani-heart · 25 days

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parings -> sim jaeyun x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 1.5k

abstract -> Don't you wanna make those dreams come true?

y/n’s perspective

“No,” I said and he sighed. “Please y/nnie! He needs a home!” Haechan pouted and I scoffed. “Then you take care of him! I don’t have the time to take care of a hybrid…” I muttered and he chuckled.

“Which is exactly why you need one… he's very low maintenance, actually he can take care of himself. I think you need someone to take care of you” he said and I sighed…

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” I said and he sighed… “Have you eaten today?” he asked and I sighed. “I didn’t have the time… I was studying–” “You’re always studying… Jay can help take care of you” he suggested and I shook my head.

“I couldn’t do that to him… he needs a good home,” I said and he smiled. “He’s had so many owners and yet none cared to keep him. All of them had all the money he could ever want…” he said and I sighed…

“I really need to keep this scholarship, Haechan–” “How about a deal?” he asked and I knew I shouldn’t trust him but anything to make him shut up

“If under your care, you fail your next bio midterm, I'll find someone else… but if you can handle it please show him a good home” he begged and I sighed. “Fine…” I said not knowing what else to do about the whiny junior in front of me.

“Okay! Let me text Mark that you agreed!” He said and I scoffed. Of course Mark was also involved… Eventually he came with a hybrid next to him.

“Ok, Jay here is a bird hybrid so he can only wear collars… he goes to the classes available on campus and Riki the devil hybrid’s lovely angelic owner got a new collar for him because I asked so nicely!” he said and I sighed..

“Hey you never know, by adopting a hybrid maybe the principal's daughter will be impressed by you” Mark said and my eyes widened. “You think?” I asked now hopeful and they chuckled.

“I don’t get why you admire her so much…” Haechan said and I smiled. “Cause she’s so sweet, and she actually offered the scholarship to me. Without her I wouldn’t be in this school” I said and he sighed.

“Maybe I should ask her to pay my tuition,” Haechan said and Mark laughed. “Good luck, she won’t even pay for Jisung’s meal card, '' he said and I looked at the hybrid who only awkwardly stood there looking at the ground.

“Hello! I’m y/n… I don’t think I'll be your permanent owner but I’ll try my best in the time we’re together” I said and he nodded. He was really pretty…

“We’ll let you guys get acquainted” Haechan said as he left us two. “What do you like to do Jay?” I asked and he shrugged. He seemed very silent… this was gonna be very awkward then. “I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable… I do live in a single dorm but it is quite small” I said and he still didn’t say a word.

Did he hate me already? I know Haechan said his previous owners were all of the rich kids on campus but… I couldn’t afford the lifestyle they can, I can only afford this school because of my scholarship that I was given another chance with.

“Jay… I hope we can get along”

jay’s perspective

I can’t believe I got replaced by a mutt and was now left with her… I was still given my classes but this was all ridiculous! So when I saw him walk in front of me with new designer clothes and a new collar more expensive than anything my new temporary owner owns, it pissed me off.

What did he have that I didn’t?! The puppy looks?!

“She’s your owner now huh?” I said when he turned to look at me disappointed to see me… We weren’t exactly friends…

“I hope you enjoy it, she’s a bitch who doesn’t know how to do anything herself. You constantly complain and are gonna make you do so many stupid things just to humiliate you!” I said letting the anger get to me… she really was the worst. All of them were.

“She wouldn’t do that” he muttered and I scoffed, I don’t know I was so angry that I grabbed his shirt enough to get aggressive with him... “You’ve suddenly changed from rags to riches and think it doesn’t come for a price!” I said… funny it's almost like we switched spots.

“You know nothing about– I knew you were hurt but–” “Why are you suddenly mentioning her?” I asked, now confused… e/n was his owner, wasn’t he? “She adopted me… not like it's any of your business,” he said and I sighed… so she didn’t adopt him? Or did she just beat her to it?

“Is the free trial bird causing you trouble? I would too if I suddenly lost everything and suddenly became a freeloading hybrid!” Sunghoon laughed and I scoffed.

“You shouldn’t be laughing? From what I heard your owner doesn’t even know–""Shut up before I make sure this pretty little bird can’t sing again” he threatened…

“Sore subject? I wouldn’t want to remember you either, Sunghoon '' I said and he glared not saying anything else as I sat down in a different seat than I normally would.

First Riki now Jake? They both got the happy endings they want… don’t they? So… what about me?

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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The House’ll Burn Down | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @asherlockfandom

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy picks a fight with the wrong person and in return reeps the consequences that get hurled both to his face and through his suits.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2475

A/N: I was a bit stuck on this one at first but I think I like how it came out. I hope you do too. Enjoy! :)

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The bell to the store rang, signifying that someone had entered the shop. (Y/N) dropped what she was working on and hurried out to the storefront so that she'd be able to greet whoever it was that had entered.

She was met with a man, who was wearing a rather nicely fitted three piece suit, standing at the counter. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly as she approached the counter.

"Yes, my suits should be ready," the man responded, clearing his throat after he was finished speaking.

"Ok, I will go retrieve them for you," (Y/N) nodded her head, "what name are they under?"

"Shelby," the man responded. (Y/N) nodded again before leaving the counter to go into the back room.

She pulled the correctly labeled suits off of the racks and then returned to the front. After checking the prices and adding them up, she asked him for his payment.

"Oh I don't pay for suits," he told her with a slight shake of his head.

"Excuse me?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised out of shock. Was he being serious?, she thought to herself.

"My suits are on the house, or the house burns down," he told her, his deeply mysterious attempt to be threatening almost making her want to laugh.

"Listen, sir...I don't know who you are, or why you think that you can threaten me into allowing you to take these suits for free, but I won't let anybody, not even the King, take the things that I've worked very hard on and deduce them to free merchandise," she told him, her eyes wide and angry as she spoke.

"I don't think you understand because it seems like you're new here..." the man started, looking her up and down with a stony expression, one that she didn't waver under, "but I am a very powerful man in this city. So powerful, in fact, that what you may think I am threatening you with, I am actually promising you that I will do."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in an incredulous nature, finding it hard to believe that this man was talking to her like he was mightier than God himself. She crossed her arms over her chest and held his stare for a few moments before finally speaking. "I guess the house'll burn down then, because I am not letting you take those suits for free. The previous owner of this shop may have allowed it, but I most certainly will not. I know the value of my work, and I will hold every person's purchase up to that value. If you don't like that, then you can kindly leave and take your business elsewhere...but I guarantee that you won't find someone who's able to do the level of work that I am."

The man had nothing to say in response to her statement, so the two just stood in their place and stared at each other for a few moments. (Y/N) wasn't about to give up her ground. She'd fought hard to become the respectable tailor that she was today, and she wasn't going to let this man walk all over her reputation. If she started giving this one person his things for free, she’d surely have her entire clientele wanting the same treatment.

After a few more silent moments, the man reached into his pockets and pulled out a small roll of banknotes. "I'll get you your change," (Y/N) said, pleased that she'd won the battle with him.

"Keep it," the man brushed her off, even though there was way more than the required amount wrapped up in the roll.

"What's your name?" (Y/N) asked then, a slight hint of curiosity present in her voice, "so that I know who I'll be wary of when orders are placed."

"Thomas Shelby," the man answered as he then grabbed his suits and turned to exit the shop, "and believe me, Miss (Y/L/N)...you will need to be wary of those orders," he told her, his last ditch effort to be threatening, or so (Y/N) perceived it as.

"Oh I will be," she responded back in a sarcastic tone, glaring at the back of his head as he turned again to leave the shop. She let out a huff of annoyance as the bells dinged again...customers can be so hard to deal with sometimes.

A little over a week later, Thomas Shelby returned to (Y/N)'s store. "Can I help you with something, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised slightly as she came out of the back to meet him at the counter.

"Yes. I need you to answer me a question," he responded, the tone of his voice telling her that he wasn't too happy at the moment.

"And what may that be?" she asked him, keeping the same airy tone as before.

"Why are the measurements of this suit incorrect?" he asked his question then, holding up the suit that he had brought with him for her to see.

"I don't know what you mean..." (Y/N) trailed off, a shocked look on her face. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant...she just wanted him to spell it out for her. She was having quite the fun time getting a rise out of him.

"I specifically asked for the trousers to come to my ankle...these stop several inches above it," he laid out his complaint, motioning to the article of clothing for added effect.

"Ahh, I see," (Y/N) nodded her head as she also looked at the garment in question, "well, you were insisting that I do your work for free, and I figured that if you wanted it to be like that; I'd do work that doesn't require a payment in return," she explained the reason behind her intentional alteration to his request. Tommy sent her a look of astonishment, one that made her chuckle.

"You think this is funny?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

"I do," she answered him, not cowering away from his intimidating tone.

"You must forget who I am," he continued, not letting her carelessness for the situation waver his bravado.

"Oh no," (Y/N) shook her head, "I know exactly who you are, Mr. Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders. You run the ruthless razor gang here in Small Heath. Yeah...I asked around about you, and I quickly found out how you use fear tactics to get what you want without having to give monetary compensation in return; even though you are more than well-off enough to give back to the city. You told me last time that your suits were on the house, or the house would burn down, and I told you that you could go ahead with your decision...so tell me, Mr. Shelby...why hasn't my shop been set ablaze?" she ended her monologue in an innocent tone, her eyebrows raised in intrigue as she leaned against the counter to get a closer look at him.

Tommy took a few minutes to respond. He didn't expect for this to happen. He didn't expect for this unknown woman to be such a thorn in his side. His mind wasn't coming up with something to do, and it infuriated him. So he held her gaze and tried his best to keep up his menacing look as he spoke in a low tone, "just do better fucking work, eh?" he told her, his eyebrows raising to accentuate his statement.

"Or what?" she countered, still not finished with the fight, "will you go to someone else? Oh, maybe that no-name tailor on the North Side?" she continued in a mocking tone, pausing to hear his answer. She smirked when he didn't give one. "That's what I thought...you won't go anywhere else because you know that my work is the best in town. And it'll be even better for you, if you fucking pay me," she ended her statement with a serious look, showing him that she wasn't going to be submitting to his wishes without a fight.

The two held each other's stares for a few more tense moments before Tommy broke away, deciding that he'd be the one to leave the situation. He was not normally one to back down from a fight, but he was sensing that this would be a marathon rather than a sprint. So he stepped away from the counter and began walking towards the door.

(Y/N) didn't let him leave without one last word though. "Next time you come in here to pick up your suits, make sure you ask for me...I will not let you intimidate my employees into submitting to your demands," she told him as she once again glared at the back of his head while he left the shop.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor, one of the shop's workers, called for (Y/N) as he entered the back room.

"What is it?" she asked as she looked up from the project she was working on.

"Mr. Shelby is here. He's asking for you," Trevor responded, motioning his thumb to the front of the store then.

"Tell him I'll be out in a minute."

"It's Mr. Shelby though, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor disagreed with what her decision was.

"And that means that I should drop everything I'm doing and wait on him?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, "I've got to finish what I'm working on and then I'll come out and see what he needs," she then explained her plan to him.

"Ok, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor nodded his head before he went back out to the storefront.

(Y/N) focused on her project until Trevor came back in again. “Is he waiting?" she asked him.

"Yes, he's waiting," Trevor answered with a nod, "I'm not waiting out there with him though," he added as he then moved over to start organizing the racks.

(Y/N) only chuckled at his statement before she began putting the final touches on the jacket she'd been tailoring. Her task took her several minutes, and once she felt that she'd done her best work, she placed her tools down and stood from her station. She then took a deep breath and composed herself before going to deal with the customer she'd so affectionately been calling the 'thorn in her side'.

"Mr. Shelby..." she greeted him with as much as a smile as he could muster, "what can I do for you today?"

"You say that you are the best tailor in Small Heath, but yet my jacket that I picked up yesterday is missing its liner," he outlined his complaint, showing her the problem then as he held up the jacket in question.

(Y/N) bit on the inside of her cheek to try and stop the pleasurable grin from forming on her face. "Well, Mr. Shelby, this is what you're going to get if you..."

"Stop," Tommy cut her off before she could finish her statement, "you're going to say that this is because I insisted that my suits were on the house, and I don't need to hear it," he told her, his tone letting her know that he wasn't in the mood for her sarcastic comments.

"You want my best work, you pay me full price," she stated, her eyebrows raised to show that she was also serious.

Tommy held her stare for a few moments before he looked away with a sigh. He then reached into his suit jacket and produced a stack of banknotes that were fastened together with a band. Without a word, he placed them down on the counter between him and (Y/N).

“What’s this for?” (Y/N) questioned with a slight tinge of shock in her words, “I was expecting a matchbook and some gasoline,” she then added, wanting to get yet another dig in at the man who had been causing her many headaches since she’d met him several weeks ago.

“Drop the snide remarks, would you?” Tommy asked her, getting a little annoyed at the fact that she was still ragging on him. “That’s for my suits…for past payments and future business,” he explained the reasoning behind the large sum of money that was sitting on the counter.

“Why?” was what (Y/N) asked next. She had to admit that she felt slightly saddened by the fact that he was waving the white flag on this little war they had going on. She was only just getting started with him.

“Because I have more important things to worry about than if my suit is going to come out looking right. I can’t keep going into business worrying about if I’m going to be dressed like a buffoon or not.”

“Huh…” she trailed off, looking down at the money as she took in his statement. “Well, Mr. Shelby, this is rather nice of you to do,” she then said, looking up at him again as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Good, now I better be getting the same level of attention on my suits that my brothers are getting,” he stated, his eyebrows raised slightly.

“You will most certainly be getting the same attention now,” (Y/N) assured him with a nod.

“Good. Thank you,” Tommy also nodded, feeling more at peace now that one of his unnecessary problems had been cleared up.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) echoed his gratitude as she motioned to the money between them. Tommy nodded as he glanced down at what she was referring to. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Shelby? I’d be happy to assist you,” she then asked him, her voice taking on the polite tone that she used with all of her customers…the one that she would now use with him, too.

“I’m ok for now, Miss (Y/L/N),” he declined her help before he then stepped away from the counter to go to the door.

(Y/N) looked down at the money as he exited the shop, and she had to pinch herself to see if that had actually happened. The banknotes were still present after she did, so she picked them up and brought them right back to the safe in the back room. There was no way that she was going to let all that hard earned money sit out in the front register. She went back to her work once it was stowed, a smile on her face as she started the next project. Her persistence had paid off…not even the ‘king of Small Heath’ was able to keep standing up to her. She considered that to be a major victory in her book.

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guardkeywolf · 2 years

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🐀Rat Whisperer 2🐀

I enjoyed the first one so much that I just had to get another taste of it lol

Also, I have never had a pet rat before so this was all VERY NEW to me...

But yeah...we back at it again with a part 2

Hope yall enjoy!

Y/n was surprised at how easily most of the members of the 141 got along with the rats like him.

Soap and Lil' Ghost were seen often walking around the base, the Scottish man feeding him treats as he had a conversation with him like he would with the real Ghost.

Gaz and König would let their rats see each other from time to time every now and then too while Price and Alejandro questioned their decisions even more than before.

Meanwhile, Rudy and Horangi were beginning to get acquainted with the rats Y/n introduced them to...

Price

Sat in his office trying to do work often and took notice of one of the rats coming into his room

The others in the 141 decided to build a little system for the rats to get around the base and pop into anyone's room (who were chill them) and just kinda say hello

Price saw Lil' Ghost come in and walk over to his desk while not even looking at him

If Price was lucky bro only got 7% Rat Rizz

It does not match Ghost

Not even for a second

So Lil' Ghost just decided to sleep on one of the papers he's working on

Price STARES at him

With the cigarette in hand

Just a dead stare

Is really about to consider either calling Soap or Ghost to get him

Maybe even Y/n

But he also enjoys the scene a lot

Does find it quite cute

Almost reacts out a hand to stroke Lil G's fur too

But pulls away since he doesn't know if he's used to his touch yet

So he never got any of the other work to do done that day

He and Lil Ghost just chilled in his office

They both took naps

When Price woke, Lil Ghost was sleeping on his chest silently

Price nearly gasped

Like ALMOST GASPED

A rat surprised this man

This man with hardly any rat RIZZ

This man who gets his hands DIRTY SO THE WORLD STAYS CLEAN

Lil Ghost did that

After that, Price and Lil Ghost became Nap Buddies

If Soap or Y/n wasn't around to look after him, Price would volunteer to watch him on and sleep with him

They became best buddies

Ghost

The King of W RAT RIZZ

He definitely walked with a chip on his shoulder when it came being this famous with the rats

Y/n was even a little jealous

He introduced the rats and they all just became in sync with Ghost so fast

Some of the recruits watch amazed and start telling TALES of this man

Someone even said, he might use them as an army

Ghost laughed at it

Like actually CHUCKLE

Even the rats looked up at him

THEIR GOD

This man did not just have W RAT RIZZ

He was...

THE RAT GOD

Bro could literally COMMAND THE RATS

He was the RAT KING

Anyway, Ghost had started taking his rats with him to places more often now

He had a white and black rat named Remi and just loved her

He even built her own little ghost mask too

He even put a GPS, somehow, inside it too

He kept his eyes on her 24/7

Doing work? She was there with her own little space on his desk

Training recruits? She was there snuggled up in his hoodie

During debriefing? She was there chilling on the table and eating the snacks Ghost had brought for her to keep her occupied

Remy and Ghost were ALWAYS together

Called her his "Little Girl"

Bro WENT INTO DAD MODE IF OTHER RATS CAME NEAR HER TOO

Y/n and the others had to start teaching his rats to sometimes keep their distance from Remy if Ghost was around

So yeah...Ghost became Remy's dad more than owner after that

Soap

Seeing that Lil Ghost decided to now spend his time with Price, Y/n let him chill with his brown rat, Chuck

Chuck and Soap were...something

After getting him, the first thing MacTavish did was make him a REALLY REALLY nice cage for him to live in

He wanted to go all out for him and show Lil Ghost what he was missing with Price

Y/n said he was jealous once and Soap growled at him

Chuck just stared at them for the table while eating his meal

Anytime the Sergeant did see both Price and Lil Ghost together, my guy turned his head the other way

Y/n laughed at him when he did so, saying he was just proving his point even more

Soap denied it as he and Chuck began to hang out more

This man was deadass overreacting lol

If they could, he and Chuck would have conversations after a mission

Soap would talk about his day and expect Chuck to respond back

Chuck usually had food in his mouth but otherwise listened

But they got along really really well

Gaz

THIS MAN

THIS GUY

HE LIVED FOR THE RATS

Y/n was a little concerned at first when Gaz said he had an idea to build "something"

Bro had drew out a WHOLE blueprint of a house for the rats

A HOUSE

A RAT HOUSE

Y/n stared at him

Price stared at him

Ghost stared at him

Soap even started at him

EVEN THE RECRUITS STARED AT HIM

Not only did he have that in mind, he also had a whole goddamn calendar of events they could do with their rats

Movie nights would be on Fridays

Pinics every 3 weeks on Mondays

Spa Day, apparently, once every 2 weeks on Tuesdays

The rest he hadn't planned out

YET

this man was nearly the Rat SECRETARY

The whole team was concerned

Very concerned

They knee Gaz loved the rats but this was a bit much

But they all weren't entirely against one of his other ideas

The Rat Tunnel that traveled throughout the whole base

Within a few months and lots of hard work, the 141's base was now decorated with color plastic tubes that stretched from one end of the complex to the other

Each one weaved through the hallways and into each room that the rats were allowed in

Some recruits were concerned about if the rats were to get stuck but Gaz apparently also thought of that too

He made them big enough for them all to travel through it

Not only that, but also made it easy to clean

Anytime a newbie acted out, he made them clean the entire tunnel system by themselves

The rats would watch from afar as the unlucky candidate was expelled to this grueling task

Gaz went EVEN FUTHER THOUGH

He made little stations for the rats around the base too

Little human-type things like couches, beanbags, carpets, and anything that was small and cute to him

The others watched but decided to not intervene unless it became too much to handle

So Gaz continued to make things for the rats

Bro even made an elevator for them...

AN ELEVATOR

It was mechanical of course BUT STILL

Price had to talk to him after that

The man was going on an innovative rampage just for the rats

Though he had to slow down on the projects the others did enjoy letting their rats use them daily...

Alejandro

Colonel still has yet to not freak when he sees the rats

He got up on top of his desk when Soap brought in Chuck one day

He swore Chuck was staring holes into him

Rudy called him crazy

Y/n called him paranoid

Soap laughed at him

And Chuck...

Well that little brown rat started keeping Alejandro up at night

Rudy shook his head at this man

Y/n tried to explain many times that Chuck was a super nice rat

Alejandro refused to believe it

He thought Chuck was definitely ploting on his downfall

Let's just say, if Alejandro even caught sight of Chuck, he was dipping

At MEETINGS

In PUBLIC

During a date with RUDY

On the FIELD

Just being in close proximity of Chuck made Alejandro cautious

Then he heard about how Ghost was the RAT KING

Rat King?

Lordy...

This man was hellbent on believing Chuck could take him out in his SLEEP with Ghost's command

Yeah so...Alejandro mostly spent time with Price and Lil Ghost, which he did manage to bond with quickly since he was usually sleeping on Price while the man worked

Alejandro saw him in his lap and just gushed at the sight

When Soap came in with Chuck bro skidaddled

This man really became a Looney Tunes character

Alejandro literally disappeared

Thanos snapped type shit

⬇️

König

Was pretty much trying to keep Rosemarin SEPARATED from all the rat drama going on

They had their own private pinics themselves

Sometimes with Y/n or Ghost if he allowed it

Rosemarin and Remy saw each other A LOT too

Remy was pretty much Rose's BRF (Best Rat Forever)

König didn't let Chuck or Lil Ghost near her though

My guy said they were too DANGEROUS for his little "Holländerin" (Dutchess)

This man continued to spoil her

He started buying her jewelry

More exquisite outfits

Bro wanted her to look like a QUEEN

When he was with Ghost and Remy, they went on a shopping spree for the girls

He and Ghost would meet up when they had a break from work and look online for things to accompany the rats

König ended up coming upon a VERY VERY pricey object...

He found a castle...

A castle for rats

A Rat Castle

This thing looked GLAMOROUS

It had rooms big enough for most of the rats to stay in

5 Queen Suites

A big dining table

Just a LOT of stuff for the rats

Bro nearly brought it

Rodolfo

He is still dealing with Alejandro freaking out

He has to be around this man 24/7 from now on lol

If Ale sees a rat, he runs to him

Rodolfo will pick up said rat

Walk to Y/n

And give it to him

Y/n would laugh when Rudy would walk away speaking Spanish and shaking his head

Rudy doesn't mind them one bit

He likes their company

Is very open to them...

Horangi

Finally Horangi...

Pretty chill with the rats as well

Is very close with Rosemarin

Helped find her when she got lost and returned her to König

Rosemarin loves both her dads

Also spoils her a lot

Mostly likes to read to her at night sometimes

If he can't sleep, he'll get up and work on paperwork and bring Rose with him

They'll probably also end up sleeping with each other in his office he share with König too

König has so many photos of them too

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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Could you write Erling Haaland x reader

Reader meeting his dad and being great friends before she ever meet Erling and she didn't connect that they are related. So maybe her going to Norway with Erling to meet his family and his dad being happy to see her. Just a lot of fluff

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The fun part about owning any kind of shop was the fact that, after some time, you gained regular customers. Of course, they weren’t a lot, but they were yours. And you loved every single one of them. Well, most of the people. Some customers were just insufferable. Luckily, that wasn’t regularly the case.

Nonetheless, it was weird when a new one joined the group; most of the customers that you saw during the week never came back more than twice per month, and you didn’t know what to do to keep them coming more often. Maybe a type of promotion? 2x1 on cupcakes? Buy two books and get breakfast out of the selection? You sighed, looking out of the window. You needed to think a bit harder about it.

Just when you were starting to get deep into the analysis of the market and the endless options you possibly had in front of you, the little bell by the door rang, letting you know someone just came in.

“Welcome!” You said, smiling at the man who was still by the door, looking around with curiosity in his eyes. “May I help you?”

He retrieved his eyes from the few shelves full of books to his right, focusing on your face, and then on the counter, fully stocked with fresh pastries and cookies. You smiled again when his eyes focused back on your face, feeling somehow proud of the attention he was giving to your goodies.

“They are all fresh; I baked them this morning.”

“Oh, are they homemade? That’s amazing.” He finally spoke, surprising you with a little bit of an accent. “What do you recommend?”

“If I were you, I’d totally get the butter cookie, a good croissant filled with cream cheese, and a cappuccino.” You made a little gesture with your hands. “It all wraps up pretty nicely; it’s my go-to thing when I want a good breakfast before work.”

“Very well, I’ll take that.” He got closer to the counter, still eyeing the rest of the options. “And you know what? Let me get two nutella croissants and some of these little ham pastries right there. Oh, and maybe a couple of cookies... Mmmh, two with oats, two with chocolate chips, and two butter ones.” He smiled when he saw your surprised expression. “I have a son that eats a lot.”

You laughed along with him, still writing down his order.

“I can’t blame him, food is the best thing in the world.” You paused, doubting a bit. “Would you like all that to go?”

“Please.” He sat down on one of the stools next to the coffee machine. “But I’ll have the cream cheese croissant and the coffee here. He’s training, so I’m free for another hour.”

“Oh yeah? Training for what?” You liked to chat with clients whenever you could. They always had the most interesting stories.

“He’s a footballer, you know? Just like his father.” He seemed very proud of it.

“That’s so cool! I hope he does well.” You smiled at him after leaving his coffee in front of him. “I’ll give you some sugar if you want.”

“Oh no, I’m fine... By the way, is this your shop?”

“Yep, I opened not so long ago, but it’s going well. I really enjoy being an owner.”

“That’s very good, I’m happy for you. It’s difficult to start a business when you’re young, but if you keep your mind on it, everything will go exactly as you plan.”

“Thank you, sir.” He really seemed like a nice person. “Here you go, all packed up for the big boy. Make sure he eats some of it warm, it’s better like that.”

“I will, I will. He’ll be thankful for this treat, I can assure you that.” He laughed along, and you hoped for him to come back more often. You could be happy with just one more nice customer like him.

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You were annotating some orders you got by phone, a reservation made by Thomas, a regular customer who really wanted one of the tables for him by lunch time, and counting how much milk you had left before you actually ran out when the bell rang. Your eyes immediately went from the notebook between your hands to the door, smiling a bit when you saw the person already walking towards the counter.

“Hello there, Alfie.”

The blonde man made a little reverence, making you laugh. Weeks passed by, and he, as you suspected, became a regular. Every time he could, he passed by and bought some breakfast for him and a big amount of things for his son, who you grew more and more curious to know more about. You didnʼt know why, but you already felt like you knew this son of his pretty well, although you hadn’t asked for his name, because it seemed a bit overbearing. Plus, the man was very funny, which made your morning bearable.

“Hello dear.” He sat on the same stool as always, already eyeing the freshly baked items. “The usual.”

You nodded, grabbing a cream cheese croissant and the milk, ready to make him his daily cappuccino.

“Howʼs the big boy doing? Did that pain on his leg went away?”

“Big boy” was the nickname you gave Alfieʼs son. None of you ever mentioned the fact that you didnʼt know his real name or age, but both of you seemed fine with it. You didnʼt want to appear extremely curious or anything like that, although you were. Alfie seemed to be a bit famous from how much he was recognized in the shop the few times he stayed longer than his usual hour, when it was just him and you. He also said he was a footballer when he was younger, but you didn’t dare to google him. It felt disrespectful.

“Ah yeah, that thing was just a little discomfort, but the physio already said it was nothing. Heʼs good now, back on the field. Stronger than ever.”

“Iʼm happy to hear that.” You said, assuming that was all the information you were going to get. “Make sure he rests a lot and drinks water, the pain will be back if he doesn’t give himself a break.”

“Ah, I try to, but the boy is as stubborn as I was back in the day. I guess thatʼs what I get by educating him with my mentality of never giving up, huh?” You giggled when he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, by the way, my dear. Iʼm going back to Norway a little bit earlier than expected. So I wonʼt be around here a lot for the next couple of weeks, take care, mmh? Iʼll miss these pastries you make.” He said after he finished his plate, already grabbing the box full of sweets to take with him.

In the past few weeks, you learned that Alfie was from Norway, lived in the country-side for most of his free time, had five children, and hated Manchester United. It didnʼt seem like a lot, but since he was a private person, you knew it was a lot of information coming from him.

“Aw! Well, make sure to take care as well. And say hi to your wife, she seems like a lovely person.” You doubted for a second before speaking again. “Why donʼt come here before you leave? Maybe you can take some of them with you?”

“Iʼll think about it!” He finally got up, smiling at you one last time. “See you later, darling.”

“Bye! Have a great trip!”

Aw, youʼll miss that old man.

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aria-ashryver · 5 months

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Welcome to the Jungle | Choices MC Colony | Episode #3

We are starting strong once again: Anitha and Rin got a case of the plague, Evie got malaria, and hot damn do we need an actual doctor out here! (Hello, foreshadowing 👀)

In good news, however, the panther problem is no more! (For now)

The MCs have been settled at Cedar Station for a couple of seasons now: purpose-specific rooms are being built; crappy barracks are being upgraded to little, individual houses, and we are getting more artsy with our crafting!

Luca *gasping softly*: cauliflowers, of course! Omg I'm a genius.

Anitha has taken non-cauliflower approaches to boosting settlement morale! Namely;

planting yellow, sunshiney flowers outside the rec room

singing songs to capybaras in the hopes they will come live with us (which... worked?! Go Anitha!! 💛)

Our MCs have collectively decided capybaras are the perfect symbol of hard work, perseverance, and being extremely friend-shaped, so they are now our ✨ venerated animal ✨ (Sprites now get a mood boost when they spend time near a capybara lol)

!!A wild Oliver appears!!

Good news: We have found a doctor! Bad news: Said doctor has been wandering alone in the jungle for weeks on end and is clearly Going Through Some Stuff

Dorian tried to calm Oliver down and talk him through The Horrors TM (and just managed to make things worse 😆)

(Dorian "Silvertongue" more like Dorian "Can I Offer You a Nice Berry In This Trying Time- ow why are you hitting me ow")

Anitha's got this, don't worry 🌻

Here's Oliver, all cleaned up with fresh haircut and change of clothes, and feeling much calmer!

Welcome to the colony, Oliver! ✨✨✨ Great to have you aboard

Having a real doctor in the group means we can safely go on caravan journeys! Today, half of the MCs split off to:

Attend peace talks with a hostile faction

Fulfill a trade agreement with a nearby settlement

Loot an ancient ruin to get Dorian a cool new sword

Get... uh, wait- get mugged by a random imp raider who wanted to steal Oliver's extremely cool t-shirt?

um. Dorian's new sword got a test run and Oliver kept his shirt.

We did unfortunately run out of food on the way home, though, so our MCs have arrived back hungry, tired, and desperately in need of something fun to do.

Things were tense, folks. Rin might have snapped at Evie a little bit 😬

aaahhhh the blorbos are brawling aaahhh this is our first social fight

Things calmed down pretty quick when Evie went for the suckerpunch and cracked Rin's jaw. Rin got lots of quick jabs in too, so Evie has a ton of bruises to her torso, but I think since Evie went beast mode on this one, she wins 😆

Fortunately, Oliver knows just how to help 💗

We are all friends again in time for the Skylantern Festival though!! Awww look at them go 🌈✨ (Marianna is helping Evie with hers, that's so sweet 🥺)

Anitha: we require more morale Anitha: *brainstorming so hard* Anitha: I've got it. TWO Capybaras!!!

So, on top of our OG Labrador, Ricky, we now have Sunny and Sugar-Plum, our resident Guinea Bigs. We have also recently acquired an (actual) guinea pig and a cat!

I'm letting the smaller pets pick their owners on a "first nuzzled, first served" basis, so congrats to Evie and Oliver, who now have their very own pets!

@cadybear420 - what does Evie name the guinea pig?

@dr-colossal-pita what does Oliver name the cat?

(If it makes a difference, the guinea pig is male, the cat is female, both are 3 years old)

Raids are getting tougher! This one was weird, because some visiting traders rushed to our defense with... with their pet bull? Guys, we have it. Its... its fine, you don't need to-- okay, sure. Fine. Send in the bull. Also misfire your bow and arrow and shoot Dorian in the leg, that's great too.

It was a tough scrape, this one! A bunch of tough adventurers, pushed to their limits, trying to survive in this harsh, unforgiving jungle, came to steal our supplies. A few of their people died, some of ours were injured, and we hauled the enemy survivors inside to tend to their injuries (because what is the jungle without a little humanity, right?)

In what is perhaps the most metal move I have ever seen, here is Oliver talking Marianna through what to do when someone* has been stabbed in the kidney and is bleeding out

*"someone" in this instance is Oliver 🤘

OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED MARIANNA USED THE REALLY GOOD MEDICINE I WAS SAVING THAT klsjgksfjglkdf dammit 😂 thats fine, I'd rather Oliver be okay, but omg that stuff is expensive and I only had 1 ahh 😭😭😭

Curiously... the enemy adventurers are rather taken by our empathy. These are good people, they say. This is a small settlement, but it looks homely. These people are tough, but fair. Hmmm...

"Do you really think we can trust them? We attacked their home." "We didn't have a choice! But these people seem... honest? They could have left us to die, but they didn't. Maybe... this could be a home for us, too." "Daenarya, that's madness. You can't just try to steal from someone, only to turn around and ask if you can join them!" "...Its worth a shot, right?"

(uhh I forgot to take a "New recruit: Daenarya" screenshot, just pretend I did lol)

Welcome aboard to our newest pair of adventurers, Brienne and Daenarya!! 💖💖 (Brienne's lil horns are everything to me hehe)

And just in time, too -- our colony have received a tip-off about a lone, freelance detective in need of rescue not far from our base -- @stars-are-within-me 's Carina Rose! Maybe Brienne and Daenarya can help us pull off a daring rescue in the next episode 😎

as ever, thank you to @choicesmc @cadybear420 @rosesnink @storyofmychoices @dr-colossal-pita and @lover-also-fighter-also for letting me steal your darlings!

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survivalist-anon · 5 months

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Log 2: Living Under a Rock

It's been a week since my drop-off at the hospital....no surprise I've been having trouble sleeping, I got some work leave from my boss at the nature reserve.....god damn I'm fucking tired.

Local folks both new to the town and old friends have been pandering for questions.

Some of the local middle schoolers kept fallowing me to my work place asking me about the metal guy. I simply told them I shot him in the eye, than he exploded.....I wasn't expecting those annoying brats to tell other kids about it. Obviously the local pastor (Mark) has been sending his goons to come to my cabin to convince me to come to church for the sake of saving my soul and all that "lovely" jazz. I told them I literally may have met the devil, shot him in the eye, exploded , and now he's dead and thus to leave me alone.

Some folks are a little more respectful and just ask me about more personal things. Got recommended a therapist who just moved to town named Miss Jenny Oakley, nice lady, smiles all the time and has an impressive 3 PhDs in psychology and mental health medication. She's been helping me get through the whole thing and believes I'll be able to make a speedy recovery. She trusts my resolve and that's good in my book.

....now "Newly appointed Deputy" Jeff (my ex-boyfriend) apparently thinks he can just give me the presidential treatment. He keeps following my car EVERYWHERE. I feel like nuisance now this has happened, people keep staring at me when Jeff just follows me at this point. You'd think after our falling out he'd have the self respect to be a little less...creepy about it. He's stopped by my cabin to keep checking up on me....I wonder if he thinks it's going to be like in the movies where estranged lovers get back together if something happens....jokes on him... I do not need a guy who has tried to convince me to move to Ohio and insult my family's cultural background to boot. Asshole.

Anyways, I've been hanging out at this new coffee shop that's just opened up...it's cozy, sells actual homemade pastries and the coffee is pretty good. Finally, a nice third place. I've noticed more people around my age go there too .... however I've noticed one group constantly eyeing me from across the shop every time I go...they call themselves the "Marine Spotters"...I have no fucking idea what that intels, one of them came up to my table, had the audacity to sit down in front of me like he knew me.....

"So..........you saw one?", the unshaven neck beard asked.

".......you know you could have asked to sit down and I would have said yes but fine go off Gabe Newell.", I'm not usually this hostile but things have gotten tense for while....I wouldn't blame anyone for being upset at me for it either.

"heheh very funny, anyway, my name is Benedict Grabowski. I'm the local expert in these "big metal men "....I see based on your description you've seen a "Black Legion" marine. A level 3 on the danger scale and are quite rare in these parts.", he adjusts his glasses. "The fact you even survived a harrowing encounter with one is without a doubt a life achievement and a free ticket admission to our organization!", handing me a business card with some edgy cartoon spaceman, it had his phone number, email address and an actual address...it was the abandoned mineral mine not too far from the animal reserve I work at....

"I hope your membership will prove to be of great use to us.", concluding with a smug look on his jolly face.

I sat there ready to throw this guy from window I was seated next to....but I'm certain the shop owners wouldn't be too pleased.

".....why the .org?"

He acted confused, "I beg your pardon?".

"...the .org....on your email address....you don't work for the Tillamook station do you? I told them I don't know shit.", took a frustrated sip of my coffee.

He laid back, "well...I...what one would call....a "white hat hacker"....my services in online server hacking, government surveillance and hehe...not to brag...a national code cracking champion of the Tokyo Code Breaker competition. I actually am...not a huge fan of our corporate federal overlords and I only desire for their inevitable downfall through me tanking their stocks."...

I literally was sitting across to a felon....

"so ..with your epic survival skills, my tech mastery and my collaborators", he points to his original table of collected individuals; a heavyset goth girl, the kid of one of the local beef farmers and one creepy guy I remember being the weird kid in highschool.

"Hi Steven.", I wave to him.

"Hi Lorey!", he waves and gives his creepy grin that in through literally means nothing to me. He does it for a cheap bit that I'm certain Jeff already knows and is dieing to catch him for something.

By this point Benedict was actually shocked I knew Steven. "What?! I thought you just moved here!"

I chuckled a little, "I use to live here, I know the area rather well but it's changed a bit since I was last here back in 2003. Also....what the shit is this all about?". I point to the business card.

His shocked expression transforms back into that stupid 'big shot cool guy' look. "Well, we spot those big metal men. Turns out....these anomalous entities are actually appearing throughout the whole planet. All of them of variety and....motives....". He looks around, takes out a folder of the ever lovable 'blurry photographic evidence' one would expect looking for cryptids. "Behold. Humanoids who walk amongst us!".

Im staring at the photos, one struck me to my core ....the big black and bronze one I saw being blown to chunks...the one that killed Grandpa.

"ah...I see...so it was that one.", leaning towards me closer....I can smell the fucking butter from his croissant he ate at his table. "If you need us...call us....", he decided to leave a second card....ok....."anyway, surprised?"

I was a lot more than surprised....I must have been living under a rock...."yeah....I am."

After that I decided to go home. On the ride back, I couldn't help but wonder if Benedict was telling the truth... about them being everywhere...that's a scary thought in all honesty.

I get out my car and took one long glance at my Grandpa's cabin. His only inheritance to my mom. When I said the funeral was a mess, it was an absolute garbage fire because on the same day we had his will reading. His most valuable possession in his will was this cabin, and boy was my aunt pissed she didn't get the property. At least Mom had the last laugh, anyway....as I was remembering that day....I noticed something that sent shivers up and down my spine.

A blood trail....it looked like it came from the forest behind the property, up the steps and on to my doormat. I get out of the car, cautiously, for I all know whom ever left this bloody mess is close by.

It was a huge leather sack, sealed tight with...a red wax in the opening. It was leaking a lot, I was hesitant to open it, but the blood smelt familiar. "....it can't be....", I tore off the hard wax, the gamey stink of deer was permeating throughout the porch. Opening the sack, I saw what could be weeks worth of meat. I was stunned! All nicely cut and cleaned ...I tried lifting the sack without getting some blood on me...failed...and brought it to the cellar freezer. As I placed the meat in the freezer, I saw there was a note on the bag I hadn't noticed....it was a handwritten note for certain....but I had no idea what was written on it. Again, Nordic ruins were present...but it was mixed with another language...I took medieval history a short while back and had the privilege of almost learning how to read medieval texts....it was close to it...and yet... completely unreadable for me.

I set the note on a table and save it for later.

Everything has been so strange lately.

The hours pass, and I finally decided to do some digging....this has to be some...real life ARG or something....it's either a dedicated group of cosplayers....or... something is really out there...it's so uncanny....

End of log 2

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justanamesstuff · 1 year

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The intimacy of being understood

Chapter 3

A/N: Thanks for everyone that waits patiently for the updates...please if you're enjoying the miniseries so far let me know!! (and pressure me to post lol)

Warnings: just FLUFF, pure cuteness from this two today ♥

Word count: 1.9 K

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Y/n had been working around the shop for a few hours when someone came to visit.

The day before, she desisted from tidying the shop and just go home because the costumers took every bit of her energy. It wasn’t like a mass of people that came through the front door or anything like it, she wished. The same amount of costumers came to the shop on Saturday, although a woman kept her walking around and holding books she didn’t end up buying because she complained about the prices. Y/n cursed the woman behind her back when she left. It wasn’t nice, but she was angry and tired. So, the night before, the best idea was to leave the books and made them a problem from future her.

The owner of the shop threw the rag she used for whipping the front desk and turned around. Y/n was meet with an interesting view. Matty was peeking through a crack he made after opening the door slightly. A few centimetres below Matty’s height, a loud sniff could be heard.

Y/n listened him say a quiet ‘ah, ah, be a good boy’ which made her smile.

“Hello?” she shouted.

Matty’s eyes met hers through the little space. He pushed it open a bit more, trying to show his face.

“Hi!” he greeted her. Matty was excited, after all, he hadn’t been around the shop for months.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked him, a laugh escaping through her lips.

Matty didn’t tell her, instead he asked, “Can we get inside?”

“We?”

“Um, my dog and I.” the singer clarified. “‘ m not sure if he’s allowed here.” he finally revealed the reason behind his actions.

“Come inside!” Y/n cheered up knowing a fluffy friend was with him. She loved animals like crazy. The idea of a dog brought up her mood even more than just seeing Matty’s face on a rare Sunday.

Matty fully opened the door, letting his dog and himself inside. Y/n gasped a little like a child. The dog was even more beautiful than its owner.

“Sit.” he commanded, the beautiful black haired dog obeyed.

Y/n kneeled in front of them, meanwhile Matty stayed behind his dog, holding the leash because he knew Mayhem could get way too excited about meeting new people.

“What’s his name?” she asked, staring into the dark brown eyes of the dog, who was looking at her with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out.

Matty let her know he was called, “Mayhem.”

Y/n dared to extend her hand, giving the animal the time to sniff it, so he was sure she wasn’t a danger. Mayhem licked Y/n’s hand and pushed forward towards her body.

“You’re so beautiful, Mayhem.” she said, letting her hand touch the hair covering his head and scratching behind his ears. The dog loved it.

“He likes you.” Matty stated after admiring them interact for another minute.

“Do you cutie?”

Matty couldn’t be mad about Y/n giving her entire attention to Mayhem. He was very far from that. The singer loved finding out she was a big dog lover like him.

After a while, Y/n felt very self-conscious and even thought she was being rude, almost ignoring Matty’s presence. She petted Mayhem some more, pushing herself up to be face to face with Matty.

“How are you?” Y/n gifted him a shy smile.

“I’m alright. Wasn’t expecting to see the shop open on a Sunday.” he admitted.

“It’s actually closed.”

In a fast movement, Matty turned around so he could have a look at the front sign. It indicated the place was in fact closed. He felt a wave of embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I thought- I didn’t-” Matty tried to explain his actions.

Y/n stopped him, letting her hand touch his, “It’s okay, I was tidying up and going home.” the short contact brought a tingling sensation to Matty’s skin.

“Do you live far?” the singer found himself asking.

“A few blocks down the road.”

“We will escort you!” he offered.

Y/n moved a step backwards, “No, please.”

“We insist.”

“We?”

“Yeah, definitely we.”

“Okay, if Mayhem insists…sure!” Y/n teased him.

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The front door of the bookshop closed with a characteristic sound. Y/n turned the keys and tried the knob, checking it was actually blocked. After that, the journey back home with the boys started.

“So…” she spoke first, unsure of her words. “You look-”

Before she could complete the sentence, Matty added, “Exhausted? Horrible? Disgusting?” which made her chuckled.

“Tired and different, I was going for.”

“Different?”

“Mhm.”

“What do you mean?” Matty asked at the same time they stopped under a three, so Mayhem could pee.

“I’m not sure.”

“Come on, you can say.”

“I- I haven’t seen you in almost two months…of course you’re different. Probably got a hair cut.”

Y/n thought a million different things when he came through the door half hour ago after not seeing him for long months. It had been the first time he spent that long away from the shop since the first time they met. She wasn’t going to admit right away she had missed him, his presence. Y/n did think he looked different, but it wasn’t only a superficial change, like his hair or anything similar. His eyes didn’t hold the sadness any more.

“You didn’t mean it like that.” Matty confront her, starting to walk forward again.

“I did.”

He didn’t hesitate to accuse her, “Liar.”

“Matty!”

“Just tell me.” the singer nudged her arm with his elbow.

“Not heartbroken any more.” she admitted finally.

Now it was time for Matty to go quiet after a simple, “Mmm.”

“Ah, no! You can’t do that to me now that I’ve said it.”

It was meant to sound like a joke, although Matty’s face and mood changed visibly. Y/n worried something she must’ve said was the reason.

“I feel different.” Matty told her, looking in front of them, seeing how Mayhem leaded the way. Without him noticing, Y/n left all the shyness and admired his features. She admitted it to Kate before, it was impossible to deny it: Matty was very handsome.

“That’s good, I think?”

“Being away from here helped.”

Y/n’s heart broke a little hearing him said that.

“Oh.” her eyes drifted to look at Mayhem too.

“I just…all here reminded me of her.”

The shop owner kept her feeling buried, trying to focus on his words.

“I get it.”

And she did because everything around her reminded Y/n about Jason.

Inevitably, silence fell between them. Matty and Y/n walked behind Mayhem for another block until one of them broke the quiet ambient.

“I did miss the bookshop a lot.” the singer admitted.

Knowing he was touring around the world made Y/n believe that was just a lie to make her feel better.

“Bluffing.” she scoffed.

“Y/n! I’m serious.” Matty fought back, turning half his body towards her, but she ignored him.

“Work was good then?”

“Yeah.”

“Great.”

“How about the shop? Another regular taking my place?” Matty joked.

“Nah, just Kate and me.”

“I’d like to meet the Kate.” because he really did want that. He thought Kate would probably give him the information he wanted about Y/n.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” she hesitated.

“Why?”

“I love her, but…”

“But-”

“She’s going to ask you a ton of questions.” Y/n wasn’t wrong, Kate would be civilized from the start until all her inhibitions flew out of the window, and she started asking secrets about the band. Or even telling Matty about Y/n’s secrets or old embarrassing memories they shared.

“Nothing out of the ordinary for me.”

“Mmm.”

Y/n got inside her head a little, feeling how knowing he was a rock star at the same time she faked she didn’t know was weighing on her. Although making him uncomfortable wasn’t the idea.

“Why so apprehensive? Is she going to reveal your deepest secrets?”

“Hundred percent yes.” Y/n nodded.

“Then I really want to get to know her.” Matty watched how Y/n shook her head from side to side, smiling. A big one on his face matching hers. She was so sweet and beautiful. “I can bring Mayhem again.”

“That’s blackmailing.” Y/n pointed her finger towards his face. And before Matty could say anything more about meeting her friend, Y/n informed him, “This is me.”

Matty and Y/n stood face to face like inside the shop, with the only difference they were in front of her house.

“It’s getting what you want.” the singer didn’t want to let go the previous conversation.

“Do you want to meet Kate? I can give you her number.” she would love that, it didn’t matter she was currently dating someone.

“I don’t want her number.”

“Okay.”

Something weird happened with the silences between them. For a few seconds they were awkward, although sooner both adults felt okay with it. Those moments didn’t cut the conversations or interactions between them, the opposite, in fact. Every single of them made the friendship stronger, made it comfortable enough for Matty and Y/n to feel free to stay in silence, talk when they feel it, or even bring a dead conversation back.

“Can I have your number?” Matty inquired, surprising her.

“I-” Y/n stuttered. The months without speaking were pushing Y/n to just do it, but an alarm inside her head was also loud.

“It’s okay, I’ve shouldn’t-”

“Give me your phone.” Y/n interrupted him.

Y/n took the device on her hands, ignoring every single part of her mind that shouted ‘stop or don’t’. Every thought was silenced when her eyes meet the pic Matty had of two dogs sleeping on a big couch occupying all the space as his background picture.

“Who’s this one?” the girl pointed to the dog that she recognized it wasn’t Mayhem.

“Allen, my other boy.” Matty said like a proud father.

“He’s so sweet.”

“He’s a big boy.”

Y/n continued talking, asking, “Where’s he?” without doing the task she was meant to do.

“With my mate, Sam. Mayhem and Allen live with him. We can’t take them together for walks, so he went to the park and I walked around the neighbourhood.” Matty shared with Y/n.

“Ah.” she simply said, returning her sight to the phone. “Sorry, it blocked.”

After a quick and awkward exchange of the phone, Matty returned it. His calloused fingertips meeting the soft skin of her hand. Y/n tapped quickly on his screen, saving her phone number fast.

“Here.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your day.” Matty wished her.

Y/n’s features didn’t lie when she said, “I’m enjoying it.” and the singer felt his cheeks warm even though the air was cold.

“Let’s go, M.”

“Goodbye, boys.” Y/n waved behind them.

“Bye, Y/n.”

Once they were out of her view, Y/n got inside her house, sensing her phone vibrate. She took it out of her pocket and opened the newest message.

Hi, this is my number. I forgot to tell you that I missed our chats. See you later, Y/n. Matty xx

Y/n replied a quick, See you soon, Matty x paying zero attention to the mix of feeling on her belly.

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'tis the damn season

Pairing: Luka Couffaine x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: T | Ao3 | Masterlist

WC: 3.8k

A/N: For my wonderful Twinsie @wildbookcat 💜 Beta'd by @sneksnacc

Tiny flakes of powdery snow danced through the air, carried around by the whims of the wind. Luka envied their carelessness. Somehow, he had ended up at the Charles de Gaulle International Airport, waiting for his high school ex-girlfriend, who was also his little sister’s best friend, and thus someone he couldn’t avoid.

It wasn’t even that he was still heartbroken about the end of their ill-fated relationship (lie), or that they had ended on bad terms (was both parties being broken-hearted and depressed for the next several months ‘bad terms’?), the issue was that he didn’t know how Marinette was going to react.

They were now both adults, had a collective handful of ended relationships under their belts, and were mature enough to look past that summer, right?

Another gust of wind blew through the man-made wind tunnel–aka the main doors exiting the airport–and caused a shiver to go down Luka’s back. He was still affected by his reptilian Miraculous, though he’d returned it after Hawkmoth had been defeated seven years ago. He wondered how Marinette would deal with the snow and chill when she arrived, since she was even more attuned to her Miraculous than he had been, and she continued to wield the gems occasionally. Ladybugs didn’t like the cold either.

The doors slid open, another batch of travellers entering the snowy grey afternoon with a shiver.

A pink pom-pom caught his eye, and Luka stepped out of the car to wave at its owner.

“Marinette!”

Her head turned to him, surprise overtaking her features, before being replaced by a smile. “Luka!”

Her cheeks were already flushing pink, matching her coat and hat, Luka noticed when she stepped back from la bise. He picked up her suitcase, slung her bag over his arm, and motioned towards his blue VW Golf.

“Your parents were busy with the holiday rush, so they asked me to come get you when I was over there saying hi yesterday,” Luka explained, getting into the driver’s seat once he’d stored her things in the hatch.

“Couldn’t stay away from their pain au chocolat, huh?” Marinette teased him easily.

Luka exhaled soundlessly as he pulled away. Maybe this would go okay, after all.

“You know it. So, how long are you here for?”

Marinette settled back in her seat. “I’m not actually sure. I want something new, but old…no, familiar, at the same time.”

Luka hummed. “I hope you find it.”

“Thanks. So, why are you here? It’s been a while since either of us were in Paris,” she commented, blowing hot air on the window and doodling hearts and smiles with her fingertip.

“I thought it was time. Haven’t seen Ma and Juleka in a while, and I have friends here I wanted to catch up with. I’m currently on a break from producing, so I figured now was as good a time as any.”

“Right,” Marinette agreed. “It’s nice to see you again.”

And now the awkwardness was seeping through the car.

“You too; it’s been awhile,” he said softly. “I’m always happy to see you.”

Even if it hurts when I don’t.

Her gaze darted down to her mittenless hands, fidgeting with her short, buffed nails. Luka could see the calluses from being constantly pricked on the pads of her fingers; a thin red scrape on the side of her hand likely came from brushing against a pincushion the wrong way.

The snowflakes had gradually become larger and more frequent, so Luka turned on the wipers.

“So, I saw you snagged the honour of designing Clara’s outfit for the Grammys next year,” he commented to break the silence.

Usually, he was fine with silence, especially around Marinette, who often needed it, but right now he was acting very unlike himself. Coming back to Paris had stirred up all these old feelings and actions, and he cursed it in his mind.

“Yeah. I’m hoping coming back here will provide some inspiration. I want to pay homage to her roots,” Marinette explained. “We could go for a drive around all our old haunts, maybe. Oh, but you’ll probably be busy, sorry. I can drive around.”

“I’m not that busy.” He blurted the words before he thought. “You still don’t have a license, right? I don’t mind being your chauffeur.”

The snowflakes appeared to have come from Marinette’s sparkling eyes. “Thank you, Luka!” She watched him drive in silence for a while. “You haven’t really changed, even though you’re famous.”

He flicked a glance at her, slowing down for a red light. “You think so?”

She nodded. “You look older now, because you are, obviously, and your image-controlling people have changed your appearance somewhat, but at your core you’re still the same Luka I know from seven years ago.”

The light turned green, and Luka wondered if it was a sign for one delusional second before he pressed the gas again.

“Is that a compliment or not, Mari?” he asked, settling for a teasing inquisition instead.

‘It’s a good thing!” she insisted. “Okay, you’ve matured, but your essence is the same. You’re like…like a nice red wine! Aging improves a good thing!”

“Oh, so you’re calling me old now?”

Mari sputtered. “That’s not what I said at all! And men say women take things too seriously! Pfft!”

Luka couldn’t hold back his laugh as Marinette crossed her arms, her puffy jacket turning her into a cocoon of pink.

“I know what you meant, Mari; thank you for the compliment.”

She sniffed at the traces of humour in his penitent tone, but uncurled her arms.

“There’s the bakery. We should just have missed the closing rush,” Luka glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “Have a good time, Marinette.”

“Thank you, you too! Oh, you can text me when you want to go for a drive. I still use the same number.”

“0-474-152-772?”

A wave of pink coated her cheeks. “You still remember it?”

I stare at it for a good half hour every week debating calling you or not. Of course I know it; it’s seared into my memory.

“Yep. I kept my old number too.” He popped the trunk and lifted her bags out.

“0-516-352-772?”

“Yep. Say hi to your parents for me!”

He placed her bags just inside the door, and then beat a hasty retreat. Why do you still remember my number?

~~~

How could she forget his number, when it spelled out her name?

Marinette sighed, waved goodbye at Luka’s car, then shut the door, ready to greet her parents.

“Maman! Papa! Guess who’s home!”

“Marinette! Sweetie, you made it!” Once the overwhelming hugs and bises had been exchanged, her parents looked curiously at the empty space behind her. “Luka got you here safely?” asked Sabine.

Mari nodded. “He was waiting for me at the airport; he asked me to say hi to you for him. He said you were busy with the holiday rush.”

Tom agreed. “We were sorry to miss picking you up, but our seasonal helper was sick, so we weren’t able to close and get you after all. Luka coming by and being free was fortunate.”

“It was nice to catch up with him,” Mari agreed. “I’ll just bring my bags up to my room and then we can catch up while we make dinner?”

“That sounds good,” agreed Sabine. Tom brought the luggage up, then left Mari to settle in after one more hug.

Looking around her room, Mari smiled at the remembrance of all the memories she had made in the pink space. Pictures clothespinned to her wall of fairy lights danced in the breeze as she twirled, releasing a deep breath and closing her eyes at the peace of being home again.

She could feel the ideas coming for Clara’s outfits.

It was a brilliant idea to come back to Paris.

~~~

It was a horrible idea to come back to Paris.

Why had he said yes to picking Marinette up?

Why had he said yes to driving Marinette around?

Why had he answered her text as soon as she sent it, at 2:08 am?

Why had he showed up at her door at 7:30 am, why had he let Tom drag him to the kitchen and feed him pastries (okay, that one was self-explanatory), why had he lingered and chatted, why why why.

The answer to all his questions was sitting in the passenger seat of the car he was borrowing from a friend, looking devastatingly beautiful and chattering away about how things had changed since she had left, a year before he had, and contrasting it to Los Angeles.

If he’d wanted to hear about her failed relationships after she defeated Hawkmoth, broke up with him, and moved away, he would have asked.

Luka was well aware that he was sulking, but he didn’t care at this moment. They were driving by College Francois Dupont, and the memories of that time weren’t the most pleasant.

“Ooh, I have an idea! Can you park here? I want to walk around for a bit.”

Luka dutifully pulled over, parking in an empty space between the school and the Methodist church down the block.

Marinette strolled around the quiet street, the fluffy flakes floating down muffling her footsteps and muttered monologue.

She returned to him eventually, scribbling away at her sketchbook.

Luka’s hand raised before he realised what he was doing.

“Luka? What are you doing?”

He blinked down at her, his hand frozen as she glanced up at him from under her bangs.

“You, um, snow-”

Why was he making this awkward? Biting the bullet, he gently brushed the accumulated snow off the top of Marinette’s ponytail.

She flashed him a smile and climbed back into her seat.

“Where to next, Mari?”

~~~

“So, any plans for your break?” Mari clutched a mug of cocoa in her hands, careful not to drop it over the edge of her balcony on the head of some unsuspecting passersby out admiring the lights.

Luka leaned his back against the balcony, blowing on his own mug. “I haven’t made anything firm yet, but I expect my schedule will fill up rather quickly.”

Mari hummed. “I guess I should book our hangouts while you’ve still got room for me then, Mr. Hot-Demand.”

“I’ll always have room for you, Mari.”

She smiled at him before turning back to the cityscape. “I’ve missed this view.”

The real view nudged her shoulder. “Old memories coming back, huh? I’m glad you’re able to miss it, Mar.”

“Did you miss it?” She turned on her back to be companionably side-to-side with him.

“The city? Not so much. The people in it? Yeah, I missed them a lot.”

She nodded in understanding. “Did you miss the people who weren’t in it, too?”

He sipped his cocoa. “Everyday.”

~~~

Marinette opened her eyes, breathing deeply. There was nothing like a full ten hours of sleep in your childhood room, warm and cozy under blankets as the snow drifted by the window hypnotizingly, your secret love snuggled up beside you-

Oh yeah, she’d made Luka stay the night, saying it was too cold to walk back home as her excuse to have him sleep here. Her fingers brushed a teal lock back from his forehead as she took in his peaceful features. Honestly, they weren’t much different from his usual everyday expressions. She envied his calm, never being able to stay still for long.

Luka shifted, blinking sleepily at her, a sleepy smile curving his lips. “Morning, Mari.”

His arm raised to trace a feather-light path down her cheek to cup her neck and pull her towards him.

She let him guide her closer, her breath catching in her throat.

“Mari, if you’re up, could you help out at the register for a bit?” called Sabine through the door.

Luka jerked away and Mari rolled out of bed with a thump. “Be there in a minute, Maman!”

“Are you okay?” he peeked over the edge of her mattress.

“Just fine,” she rubbed her behind. Luckily, the duvet had cushioned her fall.

“Er, sorry about that,” Luka ran his fingers through his messy locks.

“It’s fine,” she shrugged off the hurt, grabbing a pair of jeans and a flower-embroidered sweater off the back of her chaise. “Want me to save you anything for breakfast when I go down?”

“A quince pastry would be nice.”

“Got it. See you!” She fled down the stairs to the secondary powder room to change and twist her hair into a braid. Ready to suppress the feelings stoked by Luka’s earlier actions, she washed her hands and prepared to face the public.

Luka wandered downstairs a while later, looking neat and as if he hadn’t slept in her bed and almost greeted her with a kiss before they were interrupted and then ignored it.

She could feel Sabine and Tom pause in their work as they took in the situation and incorrectly interpreted it.

“Oh, I thought we missed you leaving last night, Luka,” smiled Sabine. “Are you-”

“Here’s your pastry,” interrupted Marinette, thrusting the napkin-wrapped goods into Luka’s hand. “You’re lucky I saved you the last one.”

“Er, lucky, yeah. About that. Can I talk to you? Later, I guess, when you’re not busy,” he cast a glance at the blatantly listening bakers.

“Sure. We can go for another drive in about an hour? Around one?”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then. Bye, Tom, Sabine.” With a wave, he ducked out the door, leaving a bill in Marinette’s now-empty hands for the pastry.

She turned to her parents. “It’s not what it looks like. It was late and cold and I didn’t want him walking home in the snow-”

“Mhm,” Sabine raised a knowing brow. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Marinette shook her head. “Not yet.”

~~~

Luka shook his head, sending accumulated flurries flying off his hair. He’d had the most lovely dream, waking up to Marinette cosying up to him in his bed, smiling at him lovingly. Except it hadn’t been a dream, and he’d almost kissed her.

He was not going to go down the path they’d travelled in school, with the secrets and barriers between them. She still didn’t know he knew she was Ladybug and the Guardian, and she hadn’t told him. He wasn’t going to lie to himself; it hurt a little.

Realistically, he knew there were several reasons why she wouldn’t bring it up (not the least of which because she didn’t want to dredge up those traumas again) but emotionally, he was simply hurt by her still not trusting him with her identity even though she’d entrusted Sass and literal timelines to him.

Still, his therapist in the States had done him good.

He was going to tell Marinette he knew on their drive this afternoon, get everything off his chest, and then leave it in her hands while he returned to LA and broke his heart over her for the last time. Yep, sounded like a good plan.

~~~

Marinette climbed into the car. Luka closed her door, crossed the front, and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Where to?”

“I thought maybe we could just drive around this time, unless there’s somewhere you wanted to go?”

“No, that sounds fine.” He took a sip from the mocha she had supplied them with, humming appreciatively. “This is perfect; thanks, Mari.”

“You’re welcome.”

He started the car and pulled away.

They drove in silence for a while, occasionally pointing out some place they and their friends had adventures at.

Luka pointed at the tip of the Eiffel Tower. “That thing was destroyed more times than I can count.”

She made an agreeing noise, thinking back to some of the battles the Tower had seen.

“Marinette, I need to talk about something with you.”

She nodded, looking at the un-Luka-like tension in his body language. “Okay.”

“I was Viperion, on the Miraculous team. I reset so many timelines. It was impossible not to know who my allies were, with all the mishaps occurring. I’ve known you were Ladybug for years.”

She stilled, breathing stuttering as old trauma resurfaced. Someone knew she was Ladybug, something bad happened.

Reminding herself that Hawkmoth was gone, she wasn’t Ladybug anymore, and she was safe, she regulated her breathing and thoughts.

“I knew you were Ladybug when we were dating, and that your identity was why you were so hesitant to open up. I thought now would be a good time to tell you that you don’t have to keep that secret alone anymore.”

“Luka, I-”

“It’s okay, Mari. I didn’t hold it against you. After all, we were all kids. Just thought I could even the score before I leave, since we both know each other’s secret,” he muttered.

“I- you-” she stuttered, falling silent as her thoughts whirled.

“I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon,” he broke the silence after a few minutes. “Don’t worry, I haven’t told another soul and I never will. But, if you ever want to talk about it…you have my number.”

She nodded, still processing. “Thank you, Luka. For- well, everything. I’m sorry for what I put you through.”

He gave her a smile meant to be reassuring and forgiving, but she knew it was fake. “Have a happy new year, Marinette.”

Strangely feeling like she’d been broken up with, she closed the car door and walked into the bakery, where her parents met her.

“Everything okay, sweetie?”

She shook her head. “I think I need to take you up on your offer to talk about it.”

~~~

Luka packed his suitcase methodically, thoughts with one person miles away.

He wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected when he’d told her he knew.

Maybe for her to ask him out again since they had no secrets between them anymore? Okay, that was his wildest dream, but he supposed she hadn’t changed that much, still taking her time to process things. Not that he blamed her–having a magical emotional terrorist attacking your city didn’t exactly inspire impulsive actions regarding your feelings.

His therapist had told him that there were seasons in one’s life, and sometimes people were only meant to be with you for a season, like a flower. Others were like trees, there no matter the weather. He wanted her to be a tree, but maybe she was only a flower. Whatever she was, he’d always remember the beauty of her blooms and the sweetness of her perfume.

“‘Tis the damn season,” he mumbled, slinging his guitar case over his back and picking up his suitcase.

He’d left her with a reminder of his phone number. Hoping she’d call him one day, he drove to the airport. He only realised he’d chosen the route that took him by the bakery as he passed it, peering in the window to catch a glimpse of Marinette working the register.

~~~

Marinette wasn’t having a good day. She’d taken forever to fall asleep, tossing and turning as she stewed over Luka and her parents’ advice.

They’d understandably been surprised by her explanation of the inner workings of her and Luka’s short-lived relationship, but provided some valuable outside-perspective commentary.

After a fitful sleep, she’d been working the register while her parents worked on a rush-order of pastries, her mind consumed by thoughts of Luka.

“Here’s your change, ma’am. Have a happy new year!” Handing the coins over, she wiped her hands on her apron and tidied up the counter space.

Clean up complete, she ran upstairs to change into jeans, boots with Ladybug pom-poms, a turtleneck, and her favourite Viperion hoodie she’d worn thin.

She tossed a quick goodbye over her shoulder to her parents and ran out the door, waving her hand at an approaching taxi.

“International airport, please,” she huffed, buckling her belt.

“Hope you’re not late for your flight, mademoiselle. The snow is slowing traffic,” said the driver.

Marinette clasped her hands to stop her nervous fidgeting, calling on all of Tikki’s luck that she’d arrive before Luka’s flight left.

~~~ Luka wasn’t having a good day. He’d slept off and on, was leaving his first love behind, and now he couldn’t even do that because of the sudden snowstorm. All flights were postponed or cancelled for the time being.

So far his flight was only cancelled, so he found a comfortable piece of carpet to claim and began strumming an imaginary guitar while he waited for updates.

Snippets of lyrics floated through his brain as he composed a piece containing his feelings in the moment.

“I won’t ask you to wait…if you don’t ask me to stay…” He hummed softly.

The sound of running feet made him look up, curious who thought they were late for a flight that wasn’t taking off.

“Marinette?” “Luka?”

She paused in front of him, catching her breath.

“Why are you here?” he asked cautiously, getting to his feet.

“To see you,” she panted. “Didn’t want you to go.”

His heart picked up pace as if he’d been the one running through the airport. “Really?” “Really. I want you. I have for years. Is there any way you can stay?” she asked softly.

“I’ll stay any way I can if you ask, Ma-ma-marinette,” he grinned. “I love you. I never stopped.”

She tiptoed to be face-to-face with him. “I love you too,” she whispered in his ear before greeting him with a soft kiss. It felt like home and the beginning of everything and the end of everything and the past and future all wrapped up into one amazing kiss in the present.

He cupped her face in his hands, resting his forehead on hers.

~~~

Luka drove them back to the bakery, keeping her hand entwined with his. They stepped into the entry, stomping snow off their boots. Sabine and Tom greeted them as if it was an everyday occurrence, though Marinette saw the happy spark in their eyes.

“Just in time for the party!” boomed Tom. “Dinner is ready; let’s sit!”

After a festive new year’s eve dinner and delicious buche, Luka and Marinette carried their flutes of champagne up to Marinette’s balcony to watch the firecrackers and revellers beneath them.

Chanting filled the air, little sparks in the distance showing where firecrackers had been set off.

“10! 9!” The countdown to the new year had begun.

“My new year’s resolution is to have the woman I love become my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?” Luka asked.

“4!”

Marinette nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

“3! 2! 1!”

Horns sounded, firecrackers popped, and hollers filled the air, but Marinette and Luka heard none of it, too wrapped up in each other.

“Joyeuse annee, Luka.”

“Bonne annee, Marinette.”

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