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lfc21 · 2 years

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Ok, so I was listening to Baby I'm Jealous (yk the Rexha/Doja one, I still love it) when I had this image in my head: A hardworking, down to earth physician for LFC's women who has a crush on Hendo but doesn't think he notices her. Then at a club event some supermodel-type stays glued to him the whole night, trying to get his attention ("all it takes is a girl above me..."), but he doesn't really give her face since that's not his type. A few days later he cuts himself while warming up before the team arrives and there's no one but her to patch him up, and it slowly turns into a confession, him not realizing she didn't get the hints he drops and still thinks he doesn't see her?

Baby I'm jealous

What where you supposed to do when you couldn't get what you wanted? Did you wait? Did you watch? or did you simply give up? There are hundreds of different reasons why the world had pulled you apart from the one thing you wanted and it hurt, it hurt because you looked at him in a way no one else had ever done, you took care of him like it was life or death and you made sure you said your final goodbyes to him everyday and no one else. He was becoming your end goal but you weren't his, instead you where the girl on the side lines waiting for him to beg you for help, he didn't want you he needed you when he hit rock bottom in a match. That was all.

Being a physiotherapist at Liverpool was the most rewarding and exciting job you had ever taken especially during pre season. Pre season was a time where the boys where pushed to ever limit they had, every strength they had, and any sort of patience they had. Although it was an intensity level you hoped you never experienced it was also one of the most exciting and funny few weeks of your life year after year, but this year was different. For the past three years you have been at lfc you had an undeniable connection with jordan, he was the one who made sure you had a seat at breakfast, came into your hotel room when you couldn't sleep and he always wanted you when he felt a knock; everyone was sure you where together but you weren't infact you where completely sure that would never happen but the connection you both had seemed to show the world it could happen. This year was different, this year the one thing that fell from his mouth was anything to do with his perfect new girlfriend, so no there where no waking up to him trying to get you out of bed, or making sure you had the best pancakes at breakfast it was simply nothing. You knew this would happen one day but how can you not be jealous?

Pre season had started and you where all ready for the weeks ahead but in ritual fashion you had all decided to host a party before the big games. Every year you looked forward to this but this year - not so much. You wanted to stay out the way of jordan as much as possible. You knew you would have to face him one day and in all honesty he didn't see the issue, Jordan never realised you liked each other he just seemed to get along with you and protect you but you fell for that, you fell hard and there was no amount of plasters and cuddles to fix the cracks and pains he caused you to have when you came crashing down.

"Hey y/n" James shouted to you as he placed himself next to your small frame in the corner of the event room. Since you walked through the doors you wanted to leave, you anxiety was working its way through every nerve in your body.

"Hm" you rudely replied back not even realising how ignorant you where coming across. James knew, of course he did because he wasn't stupid or blind he saw the way your eyes lit up at the sight of the captain or the way you frantically help him with every issue he has.

"How are you?" James asks whilst talking a long hard sip at his drink. Your eyes where stuck on the table infront of you, not wanting to move or let your eyes see what could be infront of you.

"Fine" you bluntly replied back not taking any sort of action to move yourself from the position on the couch. You felt James's hand fall to your back and felt himself come closer to your ear not wanting the world to know what he was going to say.

"If it makes you feel any better your a worldie compared to her" James whispered in your ear with a giggle finally causing your head to turn to him and let your face tell more than a dull emotion.

"Really?" You asked with your eyebrows raised trying to work out if the vise captain was completely bullshitting to you.

"Yes really and if you don't believe me ask Amy because she was giving me a list as long as Adam telling me why I have let jordan get with her instead of you, I thought i was going to get a divorce" James admitted with a laugh at the thought of when his wife had wanted nothing more than to see you with Liverpools captain. Your lips came to a tight smile at the realisation of what you did truly want and it hurt to know you where as far away from that as you ever had been.

"It can't happen, I'm not like her, I-I don't have the perfect figure and the most amazing eyes and I certainly don't land on most magazine covers instead im a girl that can't stop obsessing over her crush and a girl who crys at Christmas adverts and dosent like anything other than chocolate so james please tell me how he could like me" you blurted out with a rush of emotions as you where trying to blink away every tear threatening to fall from your eyes.

"Y/n you name all the bad things about yourself but what you don't see is how lucky and fortunate Jordan actually would be to have you in his life. Your strong, effectionate, caring, gorgeous and have the most amazing smile so he would be crazy not to realise your perfect for him and I do actually think he would even let you do his hair which is a huge thing!" James admitted with a big smile not actually realising how nice his words truly where to hear. If you where ment to be than surely it will happen, one day, when you both need each other the most. Maybe this time with James was what you needed. You needed to wait and see this relationship he was having out and then when it's time he will see you, feel you and hear you speaking everything he has ever wanted to hear from you and then it will fit together - a puzzle.

"Hey James I'm at the gym early today so whenever your up please come down so I dont bore myself to death and just so you know Amy did tell you to look after me sooooo" you rambled on as you kicked your legs with every step you took through the empty gym. James was still fast asleep, and any normal person would be at half past 6 in the morning but you weren't normal and you couldn't sleep so the gym had become your best friend. You left the voicemail and dropped your phone down wanting to get started on your small workout before all the boys came down and needed you for stretches or to sort out a knock they had developed.

"Hi" you heard from the doorway in the not so quite room anymore causing you to jump at the unfamiliar noice.

"Shit! You scared the fuck out of me" you shouted as you turned around to the voice revealing a very stressed and over worked Jordan Henderson. You couldn't lie, he looked amazing - his hair was messy and his blue eyes where like magnets to yours, you would of been nothing but stupid to not fall head over heels for him in this very moment.

"Sorry I didn't mean to" jordan mumbled with a small forced laugh, he wasn't himself. He pushed himself of the wooden door frame and walked further into the cold gym with his head hung low and his eyes heavy.

"You ok?" You simply asked as your eyes followed his as he took his body past yours and pushed himself down on the hollow bench. You hadn't seen him in this way before, it was as if he had lost everything.

"Mhm" jordan said bluntly not looking up from the floor beneath him. This was you last night, you couldn't bare to look up as you feared for what you may see of the man you where falling for, maybe this was his reason to. You walked over to the large man's frame until kneeling down infront of his legs, your hand rested on his knee giving him the small ounce of affection he clearly needed, his face turned soft at your touch and his eyes made a beeline to your face infront of him.

"Don't lie" you simple replied to him with a soft smile, you knew he couldn't keep the bullshit up for long and it was true he had this uncontrollable urge to tell you every naked truth he ever had about himself or thought in any moment.

"I broke up with her, I broke a girls heart because I was to stupid to not see how much I was already in love. I led her on and I talked shite to her for weeks even though deep down I knew just how in love I was with another woman, a woman who I saw everything in l-like a best friend, a girlfriend, a wife and possibly a mother to our children... what the fuck have I done!" Jordan calmly said until bursting into an outrage he could no longer stop, he threw himself off the bench in a way of anger causing you to shift yourself on the floor. You weren't scared because you knew this was his human emotions and you accepted him and his human.

"J-jordan I don't know maybe you need to speak to the girl you love" you said with no emotion at all, it killed you to say it but it was every good part of you telling you to say the right thing instead of being the jealous one. Although you where saying the right thing your mind was in every different direction causing your advice to be as bad as a new born baby's.

"Do you not see it?" He quickly asked snapping his head towards you in a clear sign of rush.

"See what?" You asked as you became more and more confused as you ran your hands through your long hair trying to remove every ounce of stress.

"That I'm telling the girl I love everything she needs to know but she dosent get it, she thinks it's someone else" he replied back becoming much more calm in his tone, his emotions where settling at the sound of himself admitting that he was in love.

"Jesus she needs to look in a mirror and realise what she's missing out on" you joked with a laugh as you stood yourself back up infront of him.

"Go on then" jordan calmly said in nothing but a calm and tranquil mood. Your heart stopped, this wasn't happening. Your moments became a fairy tale and you didn't know what nightmare was about to end it. Your eyes looked up at his as your eyebrows fell together trying to work out the words he had just released.

"I beg for your pardon, what?" You asked not understanding his words and needing a bit more insight onto what was truly going on. Maybe he knew, maybe this was your time and this was the puzzle your jealousy had led you into at a fine speed. It was time.

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malereader-inserts · 4 years

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Just Another Ordinary Day

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: You see, birthdays are suppose to be happy and special, but to you, it’s just another ordinary day. Word Count: 1,250 A/n: My birthday is coming up this Sunday (17th May), so y’all gonna get some birthday stories

“Get a grip of yourself! Look at (Y/n), he’s eighteen and I don’t hear him complaining!”

You tilted your head to the side, “I’m nineteen?”

They looked at you, your eyebrows knitted tightly together as you were confused. Like a lost puppy, you didn’t seem like it was a big thing. You don’t do birthdays so you weren’t offended really however everyone in the Avengers look like you just murdered their pet.

“What are you even arguing about?”

You had walked into Tony and Steve arguing with Peter, whilst Clint was snickering as his eyes continue to look at the television playing on the game console with Thor, whilst Natasha flickers through her magazine and Bruce trying to take a nap. Sam was trying to throw popcorn into Bucky’s mouth whilst Wanda was on her phone.

“Peter wants to go to a party,” Tony says as if it was explaining everything making you even more confused.

“Shouldn’t you be asking May about that, Pete?” You asked, noticing that Thor lost against Clint, smoothly taking the controller to have a go with Clint.

Clint obviously excited for a new challenger.

“Well, he wants to go in his Spiderman uniform to prove that he knows Spiderman,” Steve continues as you let out an ‘Ah’

“Well, that’s not my problem, buddy,” You responded as you were focused on a different thing.

Peter huffed as he sat down on the armchair whilst Steve and Tony was relieved that Peter let go of the topic at hand, for now, the two joining the team to hang about in the living room. Though despite no one really talking and just the audio from the very big flat screen tv. The rest of the Avengers could not help but dwell the fact that they had missed your birthday.

“What did you get for your birthday then?” Clint asked after a while, whilst watching Thor and Loki go head to head on the game.

You looked up from your laptop then back down, shrugging your shoulders, “Money and a cake.”

“Nothing special from your parents?” He tilted his head and once again met with you shrugging your shoulders.

“Not really, we don’t tend to celebrate birthdays. They do plan to do a big 21st birthday, but that’s two years away so I’m not that bothered. It’s just a regular day to me.”

Clint looked at Natasha who raised an eyebrow, “Well, we’re different,” The woman said as you scoffed.

“Don’t bother,” You replied, scrolling through your laptop, “It’s been a week since my birthday, there’s no point.”

Clint and Natasha did not like that answer as well as Loki and Thor who was listening to the conversation. You hummed as you continue your day, unphased and unbothered by the topic at hand.

Peter had even dropped his pleads to go to a party in his superhero uniform because he didn’t like how you talked about your birthday. So, you don’t want a party? Or big announcements or such like that. Fine, the team had agreed silently by sharing looks to each other’s way whilst you obliviously turn away. They’ll treat your birthday as just another ordinary day, just with a sprinkle of special.

The next day you woke up with Clint, Sam and Bucky hitting you with pillows. You groaned as you smacked all of them with a pillow in the balls. Rubbing your eyes, you see three full men groaning on the floor. You rolled your eyes as you kick them out, getting ready for the day.

As you walked into the kitchen, you see Steve cooking up breakfast with Natasha. Serving you pancakes and milkshake, you raised an eyebrow because Steve always go on about how they should be healthy and consume less sugary stuff.

“Everyone is entitled to a cheat day,” Steve plays it off as if it was no big deal.

You say nothing afterwards as you dig into your food, not complaining and eating it before Peter comes and complains about it, he still does as he sees Natasha slapping down another pancake on your plate as you were about to say you were done. You kept your mouth shut when you saw the glare on her face.

You went on your day as normal, sitting at the dining room table as Tony slides in, proclaiming he over bought some laptop stickers and seeing that you had some on your laptop, he let you pick them. They were splayed over the dining room table, you excitedly took your pick of the litter whilst Peter came rocking in the room with a bag full of recently ordered clothes.

“Why do you have so much?”

“I forgot to take some of them out of my basket and Mr Stark let me use his card to pay so you can take some of my order - I’m not really keen on most of them anyway, so take them before I ship them back.”

You don’t say anything but you, Peter, Tony and eventually Bruce helped pick out clothes from Peter’s bulk buy, turning a blind eye when the other three share a look. You looked marvellous at the new stuff before packing them away in your room.

Lunch came about and Clint was cooking, as he had been travelling the world before SHIELD, he had picked up some great recipes when he was over as Asia. You have a splendid lunch, as Clint kept topping up your plate.

“You’re gonna make me burst in a minute, Clint,” You joked.

“What if that’s what I’m trying to do? Might stop you from beating me in all my games.”

You rolled your eyes but continued to eat, as you offer to wash up. Wanda shoos you away to the living room where you see Sam and Bucky arguing about what video game to play. You sat in between Loki and Thor, the two bickering as always.

“Cool ring you have there, Thor!” You exclaimed as you looked at his ring that was on a chain.

Loki smiled slyly behind you, glad that you took notice of their plan to give it to you without exclaiming it was a birthday gift. The two bothers took turns, and argued, about the tales the ring had been through before Thor unchaining it and allowing it to slip it to your desired finger. As you were about to slip it off, Loki stops you saying that you should keep it.

You looked starstruck before Sam and Bucky calling you over to their sofa. You give them a smile before hopping to the idiots’ sofa, comfortably sitting between the two, before they start throwing hands at each other.

“Four player Mario Kart?” Bucky says, leaves you with no option for debate as he throws you the wheel.

Clint jumps the back of the sofa and seating next Sam, whilst Bucky promptly lobs the fourth wheel towards him. As the race started, everyone had started to file into the living room, Tony proclaiming he’s ordered takeaway from multiple different places.

Soon, the game between the four of you had started to be a competition between the Avengers. It was a long shouting afternoon that faded into the evening. As everyone started to get exhausted, you get up, exclaiming you were off to bed. As you were about to leave the room, you stopped at the doorway.

“Thanks for a nice birthday.”

You disappeared as the team smiled to themselves, they really can’t fool you.

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ampintherain · 4 years

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I’m Yours:

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Chapter IV

Y/N is Kenny Ortega’s ‘niece’ after going through a rough breakup, Kenny decides to fly her over to stay with him, will her broken heart mend?

(Female Reader, NO SMUT, Romance, Friendship, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC/IMAGINE, I hope it’s good, Kenny is lifelong family friend so reader calls him Uncle Kenny. I’m British so the writing is going to be British so like ‘mum’ not ‘mom’ yanno?)

TW- swearing. mentions of alcohol, drugs & divorce

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Y/N

“Doll, you ready to go?” Kenny asked as he shrugged on his coat, we had been at Tori’s for a good three hours and I could see Kenny was getting tired and we did have a really long day tomorrow, I nodded at my uncle happily before bidding farewell to my new found friends. I found it quite strange as to how quickly they had befriended me and made me feel more than welcome- Charlie especially, I mean throughout the day he asked me if I was alright and he encouraged me to share my ideas with Uncle Kenny, it really was strange.

“See you tomorrow Y/n” Owen chirped, pulling me in for a quick hug, I was soon passed round through the group of friends each of them giving me a tight hug which I gladly reciprocated, I waved everyone a final goodbye before Kenny and I left Tori’s apartment and made our way back to the car.

As Uncle Kenny drove through the streets of Vancouver, I paid most attention to the lights displayed throughout, I watched as birds flew through the sky and listened to the soft sound of the radio, “you okay Y/n?” Uncle Kenny questioned,

“Hm?” I said, as the questioned tore me out of my unknown daydream, I turned to face my uncle Kenny and before he could repeat himself, my brain managed to process what he originally asked “oh oh yeah, I’m fine Uncle Kenny, just sight seeing” I laughed quietly,

“Okay, just making sure, I’m worried about you...” Kenny admitted, I had a feeling that he was but he just didn’t want to draw attention to me and my situation, I have always been very good at hiding my emotions it came from years and years of being told that my emotions and the way I felt weren’t ‘necessary’ and that I shouldn’t feel the way I did- in the end, I decided to no longer tell anyone my problems but deal with them myself, battling through the pain as a lone warrior, I didn’t even tell Kenny what was going on, I built up layers of walls around me to protect myself and make it seem like I was this strong, capable woman. “You’re only 19, Y/n, I know you’re strong but... I just want you to know that I am here should you ever need me” I nodded in response, worried that if I did speak, my voice would give way and I would be revealed as this weak character, I’ve already cried once today and I’m not planning on crying anymore, not in front of Kenny at least.

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Kenny locked the door behind me as we both entered the apartment, “do you want a drink or anything Uncle Kenny?” I questioned as I made my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out the carton of orange juice,

“No you’re alright Star, I’m just going to head to bed, I’ll wake you up at 7 alright?” He assured me, I nodded as I sipped at my juice, I looked at the digital clock placed on the side- 12:00am, luckily I had sorted through all of my clothes before going to set and again before going to Tori’s because, quite honestly, I hadn’t the energy to do much at this point, I watched as my uncle wandered into his room, closing the door behind him. I let out a deep breath, the thoughts of a few nights ago coming back into my memory, replaying itself there, why wasn’t I good enough? I did absolutely everything I could for him... I loved him with everything I had... why wasn’t I good enough?

I kept asking myself, it was truly lost on me, I didn’t see myself as this perfect girl, this perfect girlfriend but I knew what I did for him. I was there for him when his dad spiralled, turning to alcoholism and drug abuse, I was there whenever he called, whenever he showed up randomly at my house at 4 in the morning crying and looking for a cuddle, I made sure to visit him mum every Tuesday evening for dinner because Zac wanted to move out once his parents split, deciding to live with his grandparents instead. We were even thinking about moving in together... well him moving in with me as I had already had my own place at 18. That boy was my entire world for 3 years and the fact that he could throw it all away so easily, really hurt me, and I don’t think it was anything that I could understand ever.

The thought alone caused my heart to feel crushed, it felt like Zac had a hold of my heart and whenever I thought about it, he just squeezed my heart as hard as he possibly could, it felt like a gut wrenching type of pain, I wiped away the tears that I didn’t even realise were spilling quickly out of my eyes. I cleared my throat and drank the rest of my juice before making my way to bed, I changed into my grey cable knit sweater and my plaid shorts and clambered into the large double bed, snuggling into the comfort that the bed brought me before I let sleep take over me.

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“Rise and shine” Kenny said quietly into my bedroom, I groaned as I stretched in bed, “morning sleepyhead” he chuckled,

“Morning” I mumbled, scratching the back of my head, Kenny told me that we’d be leaving in 20 minutes, “okay, I’ll see you in 20” I smiled, sliding out of bed and heading into my closet, I grabbed my white tennis skirt, white shirt and dark blue sweater, I paired the outfit with white tennis socks and my white and blue Nike Jordan’s that Uncle Kenny bought me for Christmas. I placed my clothes on my bed and went for a quick shower, this time I dried my hair before chucking it up into a high ponytail, I brushed my teeth and did some light makeup again before changing and grabbing my phone off the side,

“Let’s go” I stated as I made my way over to Kenny,

“You look amazing” he smiled genuinely at me, I thanked him and we made our way back to the set of his new show.

“So... how did you sleep?” Kenny asked me,

“Oh really well thank you, that bed was huge, you could fit like five of me in there” I joked, just as my phone chimed, I looked down at the lit screen to see messages from the one person I didn’t want to hear from.

Zac- Hey, where are you? I came to your place to see you and you weren’t there...

I rolled my eyes and groaned internally before locking my phone and sinking into my seat, “what’s on your mind?” Uncle Kenny asked immediately, I swear it’s like this man lives in my brain. I turned my phone on vibrate just as another text came through,

“It’s nothing Uncle Kenny” I sighed, the man driving next to me simply hummed in response, he definitely didn’t believe me but I knew he wasn’t going to push for answers- he never did, he would always let me come to him if I needed and that was one of the things I loved most about him. I could feel my phone constantly vibrating in my hand whilst Kenny was driving, so I turned it on do not disturb just to try and escape it.

“Alright kiddo, we’ve arrived” Kenny said as he swiftly parked up, I went to unbuckle myself but Kenny stopped me, “you don’t have to tell me right now, but I am here, you know I won’t judge you like your parents” he explained, I sighed and leant over to rest my head on his arm,

“I know Uncle Kenny... it’s Zac, he texted me... I’m ignoring him though” I replied, he sighed and looked down at me, placing a kiss to the top of my head,

“You’re going to have to” Kenny started before I cut him off mid sentence,

“Message him at some point, I know I know” I sat back upright and unbuckled the seat before getting out the car, “come on” I sighed, putting back on my brave face before heading into the lot with Uncle Kenny in tow.

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Charlie

“Y/n!” I heard Sav yell from across the lot, I turned to see Y/n walking towards us, her arms linked with Kenny’s as he was talking and joking with her, I watched as she let out a quick laugh before shaking her head, probably at some corny joke that Kenny told. “We’re matching!” Sav exclaimed as Y/n got closer,

“So we are!” Y/n giggled, “but don’t you have to be in your Carrie costume?” She questioned, pointing at the costume trailer just a way behind us,

“We are rehearsing Wow today in costume” Kenny announced, this prompted Sav to scrunch her face and turn on her heels, grabbing Tori by her upper arm as they both ran to the costume trailer, “those girls” Kenny laughed, shaking his head, “I’m going to get some breakfast, do you want anything Y/n?” The girl shook her head, “you have to eat Star, I’ll get you a croissant okay?”

“If I have to eat, can you get me some blueberry pancakes?” Y/n questioned innocently, smiling up at her ‘uncle.’ Kenny simply nodded and walked over to catering to grab him and Y/n some breakfast. “Hey” Y/n said as she took a step closer to me, I looked down at her and smiled,

“Hey” I mirrored, “sleep well last night?” I asked, the girl nodded and started to walk down the lot, I naturally started to follow her, not wanting the conversation to end,

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever slept in a bed that big before” she giggled, causing my heart to skip a beat slightly, “how about you? Did you sleep well?” She questioned, looking up at me with her beautiful y/e/c eyes.

“Oh yeah, Owen and I left Tori’s a little while after you and Ken left, we grabbed some food and then just crashed as soon as we got home” I said simply, just as I mentioned Owen I saw him come out of his trailer dressed as Alex,

“You, Charles. Have to be in costume” he stated, pointing at me, I rolled my eyes before he shoo’d me away, I nodded slightly at Y/n as a way to say goodbye and she saluted me slightly which caused me to laugh before jogging up to costume.

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Y/N

“Why the long face?” Owen asked me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “wassup Buttercup?” I bit the inside of my cheek and looked up at the blonde boy,

“It’s my ex” I stated plainly, “he messaged me this morning and I just...” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say, was I ignoring Zac because I hated him, or was I ignoring him because I was worried that if I did text him back, I would fall for him all over again? You can’t get over someone that quickly, no matter how much they hurt you... right?

“Don’t know what to say to him?” Owen answered for me, “what did he say?” He asked, I daren’t look at my phone again because I knew that he had probably texted more so I tried to remember what I saw at quick glance.

“It was something about why I wasn’t home and where I was” I remembered, sitting down on the small couch in the resting tent, my back against the arm rest and my legs tucked up to my chest, Owen sat down, facing me and mirroring my position, “I just don’t see why I have to tell him that anymore... he’s my ex y’know?” I vented, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

“Hey, you shouldn’t let him get to you like that, it’s not cool... look, I’m pretty sure we have a day off tomorrow, why don’t you come over to mine and Charlie’s place and we can watch movies and pig out?” Owen offered, I lifted my head back up and nodded, it didn’t sound like the worst idea, in fact, it sounded like the best thing for me, I mean karaoke last night helped me a lot so maybe just a chilled day would help too?

“Yeah that sounds amazing actually” I smiled.

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“Okay you guys, Sav, Sacha, Tori, Mads and Jay you guys can all go home, thank you so much for your excellence today, you’re all amazing!” Uncle Kenny beamed with pride at his cast that he was dismissing for the day, we had just filmed 3 more scenes for the show and the cast had rehearsals for as many dances they could fit in today, the only thing left on the agenda was the hot dog scene, “now, I will see everyone at the next location? Y/n, you ready?” Kenny asked, I nodded as I felt a shiver run up my spine causing my body to visibly shake,

“Hey” I heard Charlie whisper, “you okay?” He questioned, staying within earshot of me,

“Yeah I’m good, just cold, I forgot a jacket and it was warm today... I kinda forgot how long today was” I laughed, slightly embarrassed about my sieve of a brain, although the presence of Charlie stood behind me seemed to keep me fairly warm, that is, until I felt him leave. I turned to see Owen looking behind him as Charlie darted off, “I’ll be one second” Charlie yelled loud enough for everyone to hear and wait for him.

“Where’s he going?” Jeremy asked, pointing behind him towards where Charlie had just disappeared to,

“I have... no idea” Owen sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “Y/n/n, do you know?” I shook my head,

“He just ran off, maybe he forgot something” I stated, just as Charlie came running back, handing me a brown corduroy jacket with a wool collar,

“Here, it has pockets too so you won’t have to keep holding your phone” he said, only slightly out of breath.

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Charlie

Y/n gently took the jacket from me, “oh... thanks” she said as a red tint reached her cheeks, she shrugged the jacket on and I couldn’t help but smile at how it looked on her, on me, it fit perfectly but on Y/n, it nearly swamped her, the sleeves hung so low only her fingertips could be seen and the length of the jacket went just above where her skirt ended. She looked adorable.

“Yeah.. yeah anytime” I replied, Y/n placed her phone in her pocket and started to walk towards Kenny,

“Hey, I’ve gotta talk to my Uncle Kenny about some things for the hot dog scene, I had some ideas but I’ll see you on location okay?” She said, not just to me, but to Owen and Jeremy as well, all three of us nodded and joined together so we could all walk out of the lot,

“You like her...” Jeremy stated, Owen nudged him slightly and rolled his eyes,

“I made that observation last night!” He said, “but yeah, you totally like her... it’s obvious”

“I just gave her my jacket, she said she was cold, I would’ve done the same for anybody, like Mads” I defended, “she did look really cute in it though” I admitted, Owen agreed with me which caused me to look at him sceptically,

“Before you get jealous and ask me, no I don’t like her, she’s just a friend” he answered before I even had a chance to ask the question, “oh by the way, she was talking to me about her ex today, something about how he messaged her and she doesn’t know what to say to him, she seemed really down so I invited her to come over tomorrow” Owen explained,

“Oh really? Okay cool” was all I could say, Jeremy soon decided to change the subject to running lines as he could see that I was becoming nervous at the fact that Y/n was coming over, I had no idea why the thought of it had my heart racing and my mind scattered but it did, there was something about Y/n that I couldn’t quite put my finger on but whatever it was drove me crazy about her.

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Y/N

We had just finished filming the final scene of the day- the hot dog scene and it was the longest scene ever, the amount of re-runs and developments on the scene was enough to drive anybody insane, I groaned slightly as I turned and sat on the seat that one of the crew members brought with them just as Kenny was wrapping the scene up. “Y/n, I’ve just got to do some paperwork and I’ll be right with you okay? I’m sure the boys will keep you company once they change” Kenny announced, to which I simply nodded, not having the energy to say anything or do anything else, I rubbed my eye as I pulled my phone out of Charlie’s jacket pocket, I looked down at the screen and saw the notification, I had 36 unread messages from Zac:

>Zac- hello? Y/n! Where are you?

>Zac- I’m worried about you...

>Zac- Y/n! Would you please just answer me...

>Zac- I went to the coffee shop, you weren’t there either, where have you run off to?

>Zac- look Y/n, I’m really sorry about what I did to you

>Zac- WTF! WHERE ARE YOU?!?

>Zac- you can’t possibly be giving me the silent treatment? Seriously.

>Zac- I didn’t realise you were so childish.

>Zac- I’m glad I cheated on you, you’re worthless

>Zac- wait no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I’m just worried about you.

The list went on and on, a mixture of emotions, I kept scrolling through the text screen until I saw the most recent text, delivered 1 minute ago,

>Zac- call me. Please.

I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t call him, I shouldn’t call him right? But alas, like muscle memory, I clicked on the call icon and there was his voice, “Y/n! Hey... how’re you?” All I did was sigh in response, I watched as the boys came out of the venue and into sight, they all waved at me before noticing I was on the phone, Owen and Jeremy dispersed whereas Charlie stayed, walking slowly towards me with a half-smile on his face, clearly worried about whether or not I wanted him to come closer.

“What do you want?” I said bluntly, “I’m not in the mood to hear your pathetic apologies Zac, you’re messages were ridiculous, you went from being apologetic to calling me worthless and saying that you were happy that you cheated on me!”

“Listen Y/n... I can’t explain” Zac began but I was in no mood to hear it,

“No you listen Zac, you don’t get to be sad, you don’t get to cry. You are the one who cheated remember? Or have you suddenly developed amnesia? You went behind my back and had this whole other relationship for 13 months... and on top of that, it was with Quinn! My best friend and you think I’m going to sit here and listen to your silly little apologies, no, you have another thing coming. We were together for 3 years and for a year of that you were with someone else, I was nothing but loyal to you, I was nothing but kind to you, I loved you so much and I thought that you would never hurt me, but I was wrong, you’re just a piece of shit Zac, you and Quinn deserve each other, you’re both snakes, you’re both pathetic and you both betrayed me. I dont want to hear from you again? Do I make myself clear?” I ranted down the phone, I never raised my voice, I kept calm, I wouldn’t let him know that he made me so angry that I wanted to scream and throw my phone into the road, no. I wouldn’t let him have that power over me.

“But Y/n- we’ve been through so much... Quinn doesn’t know me like you do... she’s not there for me like you do” Zac grovelled, I scoffed in response,

“Well isn’t that just a crying shame? You should’ve thought about that before you decided to go behind my back and fuck her, you should’ve thought about it before you decided to be unfaithful. Hey, I’ll make this easy for you, I’ll just block you on everything that way you have no way of contacting me. Goodbye Zac” I said as I abruptly hung up, giving Zac no chance to talk, I blocked his number and started to go through my social media, blocking him on everything that I had.

“Uh... you okay?” I heard a worried voice speak, I looked up to see those eyes that could only belong to Charlie, he tilted his head and looked at me with concern riddled all over his face, I placed my phone on my lap and rubbed my temples to try and reduce to incoming headache.

“Yeah... that was my ex” I stated the absolute obvious, unsure of what else to say, Charlie nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets before taking the seat next to me, he didn’t ask me to go on and explain but I felt like I could talk to him and so I did “you probably heard but he cheated on me, with my best friend”

“Yeah... yeah I did hear, look, Y/n, I know it probably won’t mean much but he really doesn’t deserve you and he isn’t worth your tears” he said calmly, placing his thumb on my cheek and gently brushed away the tears that I had no idea were slowly falling from my eyes, “by the sounds of it, he sounds like a dick and you were way too good for him” I laughed in response, “I’m being serious, Y/n, you’re gorgeous and kind and funny and insanely talented! I know it’s hard but you shouldn’t let a guy like that get to you...”

“Yeah I know... but he and I were together for so long, it just makes me feel like everything was a lie y’know? And like I can’t truly be loved by anyone” I admitted, hearing this Charlie stood up in front of me and held his hands out, “what...?” I questioned, he beckoned me to stand up before pulling me in for a hug,

“You? You can’t truly be loved? Y/n you’re one of the most lovable people I’ve ever met, everyone loves you here... I know that’s not the type of love you meant but trust me on this okay? You can very easily be loved” I pulled out of the hug slightly and Charlie lightly placed his hands on my face, looking deep into my eyes, he smiled slightly to himself causing me to become shy and look down, Charlie used his index finger to lift my head back up by my chin ever so gently, “who wouldn’t want to fall in love with you?”

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olivarryprompts · 3 years

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Fanfic Friday #11

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I post a new here and on A03. Enjoy x

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{fancy suits from dad}

Ships: Peter Stark & Tony Stark, Pepper Pots/Tony Stark

Warnings: swearing, just fluff otherwise :)

Wc: 2,319

Here’s the thing, Peter Parker grew up in Stark Tower, which eventually became Avengers Tower of course. So whilst his whole class was buzzing about their field trip, all he could think was, “shit, shit shit.” His dad was going to embarrass the hell out of him. His Aunts and Uncles were going to endlessly tease him.

So, no Peter was not looking forward to the field trip. Not in the slightest. He still wanted to go, though. He knew that the rumors of his internship being fake were started by Flash, the annoying teen. He also knew that Flash had not once said his real name, preferring the name Penis Parker. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to. Also since highschool began, Flash had calmed down with his bullying. Well, maybe Flash hadn’t calmed down and high school was just bigger and he had thicker skin. And a new support system with plenty of people to go to.

Peter had been adopted by the Starks when he was a mere ten years old. At first, he was terrible at receiving any gifts or even too much attention. Slowly but surely, he got more and more used to it. Now, he wouldn’t not know what to do if any of that was taken away. Plus, he really did find a liking for expensive suits, however shallow. He looked good in them, and his father always insisted on buying him more and more. Tony would always find an excuse to spoil the kid a little more, however much Pepper tried to stop him.

“Peter, please see me after class regarding an urgent matter.”

Brough out of his thoughts, Peter swiftly nodded his head.

He looked at the board to see the words from before still written on them, “Field Trip to Stark Industries!” It might as well have said, “Dig Peter Stark’s Grave!”

“So, let’s get started with today’s lesson, graphing imaginary numbers on the complex plane!” He’d done this one a while back with his father. Something about not only learning applicable science and engineering. Peter tapped his glass, and the episode of Arrow he’d been watching on the car ride over began playing. He’d be ever grateful for his father’s gift of EDITH to him. Pepper had tried to ban him from wearing them to school, but hastily gave up when Peter pulled the spiderman danger card.

“Alright, class dismissed. Please remember to do this homework pages 11-18 on this unit’s homework handout.”

Peter, forgetting his teacher's previous request, was very glad to be on his way home. He was one foot out of the door when the teacher called his name. Now, his day had gone pretty well up to that point. Bucky made pancakes for breakfast, which were delicious. There was wayyy less traffic on the way to school. He’d aced an essay and a couple of quizzes, and then he even participated in PE effectively. But alas, all good things had to come to an end.

“Mr. Parker? The discussion.”

“Right,” Peter thought, joining the teacher at his desk.

“Peter, you are truly a great kid. I know you’ve been through a lot recently and in your life, but it is no excuse to make up an internship. We both know that it is not real. Now, acknowledging that you have a bright future, the administration and I have come forward with an offer. If you agree to write an apology, expressing that you understand what you did was wrong and immoral, you will both be allowed to come on the trip and no punishment will be given to you. If you choose to not take this opportunity, you will be banned from the trip and will be chastised.

Peter just stood there, not really comprehending. Apparently Flash’s little rumors were a lot bigger than he anticipated.

“I-i-I’m not lying,” was all he could manage. He had filed all the right paperwork and proved his internship.

“I’m sorry to hear that you will not come forward with the truth. You have up until the day before the trip to hand in the letter if you change your mind. Goodbye Peter.”

Peter just let his legs take him out of the classroom, then out of the school, and then to the road, a couple blocks away, where his dad picks him up from.

“Hello mini-me.”

“Hey,” Peter said, jumping into the passenger seat.

“‘Hi Dad, thanks so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to pick me up each and every day. Sick new car by the way! I’d love to drive it sometime!”

Peter just rolled his eyes with a smile, “Car looks great dad. McLarren’s are superior yet.”

“Ungrateful, so so ungrateful. What’s got you in a mood then?”

“Nothin,” Peter said, pulling out his phone.

“Oh come on, tell me. Tell me or I’ll call Ted.”

“Ned, Dad. We’ve been friends for like three years.”

“Not the point.”

“Just something at school.”

“Wow how very descriptive. You know I’m trying to do the whole feelings thing here, and you should appreciate that coming from my emotionally stunted self.”

“You’re so dramatic. Basically we’re having a field trip to your tower, and I’m not allowed to go because the teacher doesn’t think I really have an “internship.” Which, to be fair I don’t but that’s on you and not me.”

“Nah na na. I offered you an internship, and you said I’d be bored.”

“It would be. Doing a project for your company under strict supervision of some person would be sucky. I mean I can do anything I want from the lab you built me.”

“I know, but remember technically you are my intern. Remember we did that whole personal intern bullshit for the school.”

“Oh right. Is that why you keep harassing me about submitting all my completed projects.”

“No, that’s all your mother. Something about not wanting a lawsuit over a fake internship.”

“Make sense. She tends to be a lot smarter than you.”

“Ah, I feel so attacked. The abuse I suffer.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I am internally crying, kid. Sobbing.”

“Shut up,” we laughed.

“Who’s home?”

“You saw Buck and Sam this morning. Nat and Steve came back from their mission this afternoon. Thor and Loki are back for dinner tonight.. Strange might be coming round, not sure though. Cliff and the family aren’t back for at least a couple weeks. Oh and Bruce is wholed up in his lab as usual.”

“Shit. Everyone staying till the end of the week.”

“Yeah, oh the field trip. You’re screwed. You should have not told me.”

“Ughhhhh!!!”

“I love your life Petey.”

Peter walked into the kitchen and saw Steve reading a newspaper.

“Uncle Steve! Your back!” he smiled, dropping his bag off near the sofa. Steve got up to give the smaller boy a hug.

“Yep. Mission completed.”

“Nice. Can you tell me about it?”

“Yeah, it was nothing too interesting. We just needed some more intel into a terrorist organization stationed in the US. Most of the mission was recon. The next steps are being taken in a couple weeks.”

“Good to know there’s an active terrorist organization out there,” Peter said lightly.

Steve just smiled, not quite understanding the modern humor.

“Where is everyone else?” he said, realizing the living room was not in it’s normal chaotic state that he’d come to love. The chaos was his favorite reminder that he had so many people. He liked having lots of people, even after all this time.

“Nat and Buck are training, they invited you to join if you want. Bruce is in his lab, and dont worry he slept and ate last night. Not sure about the rest.”

“Right, thanks. I think I’m going to go train.”

Before he knew it, it was Friday morning, and his school was coming to his home. He was going to try very hard to ignore them. To do so, he asked his mum to let him sit in on some meetings. He had an easy in to the R&D and mechanical side of the company via the other interns. He was actually planning on hanging out with some of the “other” interns later that day. They were always happy to let Pete in on their projects and let him give them a hand. But he was always interested in getting more detail about the business side of the company, and he liked to get a window into it. Pepper was always happy to show her son the ropes. I mean he was heir to the company after all, even if he didn’t know yet.

He asked his mum to only schedule meetings after 12 as he requested a sleep in. Pepper was always happy when Peter slept as he was a little too much like his father. So, he woke bright and early at 11:00 o’clock.

After a scroll through his phone and a quick shower, he was ready to pull on his far too expensive Brunellio’s custom suit. It was one of his favorites. His father had got it custom made when he was in Italy, and told him he simply could not resist getting one for the kid. Pepper just smiled.

He had a large breakfast (enhanced metabolism) and headed towards the 34th floor where his first meeting was located. He’d been shadowing his mum for almost a year now whenever it was convenient, so he had the rointine down. He was almost sure he could take over a few of her meetings.

“Hi honey,” Pepper said, giving the boy a quick kiss on the cheek on the way to her own chair beside him. Peter blushed before resuming his professional posture and facial expression.

“Good morning everyone, as you can see Peter will be joining us today. I want to talk about some of the services we provide for our employees and their feedback. I’m aware we have a large portion to talk about so Kendra please take it away on that front.”

The first meeting went smoothly as planned. It was a discussion on the progress of the internal services, aka the IT department. Peter hadn’t learned much about their IT department, so it was good to listen in to. Pre these meetings, he, of course, does research into the background stuff, so he’s not completely lost. Pepper’s assistant usually provides him with a packet of info about the Stark Industries side of things. He is also given a list of key words and concepts he might want to make sure he understands. The research is fun for him, it makes him feel all professional.

Usually he spoke during the meetings, asking a couple questions and suggesting some ideas, but for this one he just learned and took in. The next meeting, however, was very much so his field. He’d spoken a lot with advertising, becoming very interested in the data analysis behind it. He even took a stats class so he could keep up. In that one he asked questions Pepper was on the verge of asking twice. He also contributed to the analysis of data once. Pepper usually liked him to participate as it was good for him, but he always felt bad suggesting stuff to the senior adults. He usually spoke to his mum or dad about projects for the company, preferring that.

They hung back in the room of the second meeting.

“Good job in this one Pete. Took two questions right off my tongue.”

“Thanks ma,” he said, always appreciating some approval.

“That’s all I’ve got for you today, kid. Rest of the stuff is, ya know.”

“Course. Thanks for these two. It was good to learn about internal affairs a bit more. Have a gap of knowledge there.”

“Yeah. Was that the first time meeting our CIT?”

“I believe so.”

“Well, next time we have a broader IA meeting, I’ll pull you outta school,” Pepper suggested.

“Really? That’d be epic.”

“Course, hun. Jarvis, sort that out please.”

“Of course Mrs. Potts.”

“Thanks J,” Peter yelled.

“Anytime mini-boss. No need to disturb the entire floor.”

“Are AI supposed to be so snarky?”

“Dad programmed it, what else would it be?”

“Valid point.”

“Right, got to run. See you later.”

“Bye, love you mum!”

“Love you too, Pete.”

“Jarvis, could you send me the tour plan for the visiting tour today?”

“Absolutely, sir. They’re on your phone now.”

“Thanks J.”

Looking at the plans Peter smiled. He had successfully avoided them the entire day. It said they were supposed to head back to school at 2:30, and it was about to be three. Smile on his face, he trotted down to the lobby to grab a coffee before going to meet Loki at the arcade. Don’t judge them, it was their thing. Taking the private lift down, and then walking straight to the coffee stand and ordering.

“Mr. Parker!” he heard the angry voice of his teacher, “How dare you show up here aft-”

Shit. shit. Shit.

“Edith, call dad, and tell him it’s urgent in the lobby.”

“Of course Peter.”

“Peter, are you listening to me! You are going to face extreme consequences for this.”

“Your coffee,” the man said, not realizing it was Peter, level ten personal of the tower, that was being yelled at.

“Thanks.”

“How dare you get coffee! In this building! Security!”

Tony arrived spotting his son instantly.

“Kid this best be impor- I see.”

“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter said weakly.

“Mr. Harrington is it? Please stop harassing my intern.”

“H-he, he is y-your intern?”

“Yes. My favorite. Please exit the building and never question him again. You will be hearing from me.”

Let’s just say, Monday was an interesting day. At least Flash backed off, he was definitely an intern at SI, and no one embarrassed him on the trip.

#peter parker field trip #irondad #ironfam #iron man #tony stark #pepper potts #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #avengers fanfiction #the avengers #mcu fanfic #bucky barnes #domestic avengers

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hercleverboy · 4 years

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miss you, love you

spencer reid x reader

summary ↠ spencer never came home from the case.

category ↠ angst

warnings/includes ↠ major character death, depression, funerals.

word count ↠ 2.7k

“My heartbreak is grief that comes in waves, gruelling, stealing appetite and sleep alike.” — Angela Abraham

Ring

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.”

Y/N stared down at her phone in her hands. She listened as the dial tone rang out, before ending the call and dialling again.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid-“

She wondered if she was insane, dialling same number over and over just so she could hear his voice again.

It had been 3 days since Spencer had left for the case. It was a more local one, so he wasn’t going to be thousands of miles away this time. That didn’t lessen the worry that consumed her whenever he left the house. She knew how dangerous his job could be, and while she knew he could handle himself, and that the team would protect him with their lives, she couldn’t help but worry. Spencer knew she worried, but he was always quick to reassure her that he would always come back to her. Before, he’d admit, he could be reckless in the field at times. However, that was before he met her, before he fell in love with her, before she became his wife on a warm evening last July. He used to come home from rough cases to a cold and empty apartment, left to tend to his cuts and scratches alone with his thoughts. But now, he had someone waiting for him to come home. He had a family, someone who depended on him, who needed him.

So he made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t be so reckless, that he would always come home to her.

When he’d left for the case a few days ago, for what would be the last time, she made sure to say goodbye the same way she always did. (Though now she found herself wishing she’d said more.)

“Thank you for making breakfast baby, but I gotta go!” Spencer had exclaimed, rushing to throw his satchel over his shoulder and grab his coat. He shoved the last bite of his blueberry pancake in his mouth before moving to kiss Y/N’s cheek, then scrambling to the door.

“Spence!” She called after him, making her way to the front door, where Spencer had stuck his head back inside the door to see why she’d called him. “You forgot something.”

He gave her a confused look, patting down his pockets to check he had everything. “Did I? I’ve got my phone, my car keys-“

Y/N cut him off by pressing her lips to his, and Spencer melted into it, figuring that the telling off he’d get from Hotch for being late was worth it to spend a few more minutes with her.

“I love you. Be safe.” She whispered against his lips and he smiled, pecking her on the lips again quickly.

“I promise, Mrs Reid. I love you too.”

And then he was gone.

That was the last time she would see her husband alive.

She remembered the day vividly. The day she’d always dreaded would come.

It was JJ who had called her at 2AM, sobbing down the line.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m-“

“JJ? What’s wrong? Oh god, is it Spence? Is he okay?”

JJ had just cried harder at the question, begging her to come to the hospital. Y/N didn’t take the time to question her, instead pulling on her shoes and grabbing her car keys. She drove quickly to the hospital, tears clouding her vision. When she got to the hospital, she asked the receptionist for Spencer Reid, and she’d told her he was on the second floor. She’d taken the stairs, far too anxious to stand in the elevator. When she rounded the corner she was met with her husbands team, standing in front of the room she assumed was his.

Hotch noticed her first. “Y/N-“

“Where is he?” She asked, the tears slipping from her eyes.

“Y/N please, just let me explain-“

“I said where is he, Aaron? Where’s my husband?”

“Y/N-“

“I swear to god if you don’t tell me what’s going on-“ Her voice caught in her throat as she finally glanced over into the room that the team stood in front of, almost as though they were shielding her from what was inside. On the bed lied a body, covered by a white sheet. A still, unmoving body.

“Y/N-“

“I need to see him.” She murmured. JJ came toward her, placing her hand on Y/N’s arm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N-“

“I said I need to see him.” She spat coldly, harshly shrugging JJ’s hand away.

Hotch led Y/N into the room and JJ followed, closing the door behind them. It was Hotch who gently pulled back the white sheet to reveal Y/N’s greatest fear.

Spencer.

Y/N didn’t recognise that the heartbroken scream that filled the room was coming from her lips until Hotch’s arms wrapped around her, to stop her from falling to the floor as her knees buckled beneath her. She sank to the ground in Hotch’s grasp as the sobs ripped from her throat. The pain was unimaginable. It felt as though someone had ripped her heart from her chest. Like it had been torn from her and crushed in front of her eyes.

She couldn’t b r e a t h e.

She whimpered out incomprehensible words as she wept. “Please. Please, no. Not him. He promised. He promised me.”

JJ had to clasp a hand over her mouth to stop herself from sobbing aloud as she watched the heartbreaking scene before her. She remembered how she felt when she thought Will had died in the bank, how she wondered how she would live without him, how she would ever breathe again without the love of her life by her side. She couldn’t begin to comprehend the pain Y/N felt.

Hotch attempted to soothe the wailing girl in his arms, but it did nothing. He recalled how he felt when Haley died, and his heart ached at the thought of Y/N suffering the same unbearable hurt that he did. Whilst he was heartbroken at the death of the BAU’s youngest member, he was easily the most emotionally well-put together at the moment. Garcia, Morgan and JJ were absolutely inconsolable. Emily sat in the waiting room chair in a state of shock as silent tears trembled down her cheeks. Rossi sat next to her, his head in his hands as he cried.

Y/N trembled in Hotch’s arms, her entire frame shaking as she wept. Hotch’s eyes met JJ’s, and he signalled for JJ to pull the sheet back over Spencer, so she didn’t have to look anymore.

As if that mattered.

As if the image wasn’t already burned into her brain.

Eventually Hotch pulled Y/N up to stand, still holding her close to him as she relied on him to stop them from both collapsing to the ground again.

“I’m gonna get Derek to take you home, okay Y/N?” He whispered, attempting not to alarm her. She still panicked, shaking her head profusely as she whimpered.

“No, no. Aaron I can’t leave him here. He’s all alone, please.” She begged, but she ultimately knew Hotch was right.

She allowed herself to be taken to Derek’s car. He took her back to the house (Y/N could hardly call it a home anymore), and parked up outside it.

Y/N made no move to get out of the car. Derek turned to her, the woman his best friend loved. Derek wouldn’t tell Y/N this, but in his last moments Spencer had made him promise that he would take care of her If something happened to him. And Derek would keep that promise if it was the last thing he did.

“Y/N we have to go inside.” He tried gently, and watched as the tears still fell from her red eyes.

“How did It happen?” Her voice was cold and numb.

“I’m not going to tell you that-“

“Derek please. I need to know.” She choked out, her eyes meeting his.

“He jumped in front of a bullet to save the life of a little girl.”

It only made Y/N sob harder. Her husband had died giving his life for a young girl. She didn’t know how that made her feel.

Derek got out of the car, coming over and opening the door for Y/N. She nodded to him gratefully as he helped her out of the car, her shaky hands grabbing onto him to give her something to hold onto. “Will you stay for a little while? I can’t be alone, not here.” She cried, and he nodded, holding back a cry of his own.

“Of course I will.”

The house felt cold and empty. Spencer and Y/N had purchased the home shortly after getting married, with promises of raising their family here. As they came in through the front door, Y/N stared at the battered pair of Spencer’s converse that were lying by the door.

He’d never wear them again.

As she looked around the rooms that she once found so much comfort in, but now felt so suffocated, she noticed how his things were everywhere. His books scattered around the living room, his suits still hung in the wardrobe, his toothbrush sat by the sink.

He was still everywhere she looked.

Derek had stayed for a few hours, trying to get Y/N to eat and sleep before he left. As soon as the door had closed behind him, Y/N sunk to her knees, collapsing in on herself. She’d never felt a pain so intense, so all-consuming. Her chest burned and she begged and she prayed for it all to be a sick, twisted nightmare. That she’d wake up in bed, in Spencer’s arms like she was supposed to be, and he’d soothe her with his calming voice, his large hand gently rubbing her back.

“It was just a nightmare baby. You’re okay, I’m here. Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I’m here.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, pinched herself a hundred times because she just couldn’t accept that any of this could be real, that she would have to face the world without him by her side.

She realised then that she didn’t know how to live in a world where Spencer Reid doesn’t exist.

The team called, but she never picked up.

“Hi there, sweet girl, it’s Penelope. I just wanted to check in. I stopped by your house again, and I noticed you haven’t taken in any of my baskets. It’s okay, I left you another one today. You like cashews, right?”

“Hey, it’s Derek. Please just send me a text letting me know you’re still there. Cause you know I’ll break down that door if I have to.”

“Y/N, it’s JJ. I just wanted to remind you that the funerals on Monday. We really hope you’ll come, but we understand if you can’t. I’m always here if you need to talk.”

Y/N just listened as the the dial tone rang out after JJ’s voicemail. She was sat up against the wall of the living room, her knees to her chest as she stared at the phone that sat on the floor before her. She hadn’t showered in weeks, and she hadn’t eaten in god knows how long. None of that stuff seemed important to her, really. She noted how JJ had reminded her that Spencer’s funeral was on Monday. At first she didn’t want to go. She wasn’t sure she could handle it. All these people who were probably going to be there, talking about how they missed him, as If they’d cared about him while he was here. Though she knew she owed it to her husband. She had to be strong enough to go. So, she pulled herself up and forced herself to shower for the first time in a long while.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat on the shower floor, her tears mixing with the water that fell on her face.

She dried herself off and dressed herself for bed, knowing she had to try and get some sleep before Monday. When she opened up the wardrobe in search of her pyjamas, her eyes lingered on his clothes that were nearly hung and stacked on his side of the wardrobe. Her lip quivered. Up until then, she hadn’t dared to touch any of his things. The half drunk coffee was in his favourite mug was still sat on his bedside table. She knew it would start to smell soon but she couldn’t bring herself to move it. His shoes that laid scattered in their hallway from where he’d thrown them off one night were still in the same place he’d left them. She brought her hand out to gently touch the fabric of one of his hoodies. She tenderly took the fabric from the hanger, bringing it up to her nose as she inhaled deeply.

She let out a cry.

It still smelled like him.

She pulled the hoodie over her head, watching as it fell to her knees. He always was so much taller than her.

She curled up in bed that night, the scent of him calming her, lulling her to sleep.

It was the best sleep she’d gotten in weeks.

When Monday inevitably came, Y/N had called JJ to ask for a lift to the cemetery. JJ sounded surprised but glad at Y/N’s request.

As they watched her husband be lowered into the ground, Y/N couldn’t stop the tears that fell from her eyes. JJ held her hand tightly throughout it, comforting her as she cried. Y/N couldn’t say it then but she was so thankful for the teams support. If it weren’t for them, she’d be doing this alone and that would be even more unbearable.

Y/N had agreed to say some words at the funeral, despite Derek reassuring her that it was okay if she didn’t want to, she insisted.

Taking a deep breath, she started.

“My husband was many things. He was stubborn, at times. A bit of a know it all, which I loved about him.” She gave a teary chuckle, and the team gave one too, as they fondly remembered their friend. “But he was also kind, and loving. He was the best husband I could’ve asked for, and it was a privilege to love him, and to have his love in return. Spencer Reid was easily the best thing that ever happened to me, and I will honour him for the rest of my life.” She turned to face the newly placed headstone.

‘ Spencer Reid

Beloved Friend, son and Husband.’

That night, she sat up against the wall in their living room again, wrapped in Spencer’s jumper. She pressed the familiar number on her phone again, finding comfort in the sound of his voice.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

Beep.

“Hey, Spence. I don’t know if you know, if you’re somehow watching me from up there but, I call this number a lot. I just want to hear your voice, sometimes. Even if it’s just your stupid voicemail.” She chuckled quietly. “I don’t actually have anything else to say. But I’m going to stop calling this number. It’s not good for me, to keep clinging onto you like this. So this will be the last time I call you. I can let you go now.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I’ll always love you, Spencer Reid. I promise.” She grabbed at the chain that hung from her neck, which now had his wedding ring dangling from it. “You’re the love of my life. And what an extraordinary life it was.” She smiled. “Maybe in another life, we get to be one another’s forever. But not in this one, it would seem.”

She knew she had to stop calling the number. It was damaging her, clinging onto his voice. She knew that if she wanted to be able to let him go, she had to start there.

“Okay. I’m gonna go now. miss you, love you.”

She ended the call, staring down at the phone, as the numbness she’d grown accustom to filled her.

She tried to convince herself she didn’t need to call again. She didn’t need to hear is voice again. Maybe things would be different, now she’d laid him to rest. Maybe now they’d both finally know peace.

Beep.

“Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid-“

But then again, when had the universe ever been so kind?

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #mgg x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid one shot #mgg #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler

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alloftheimaginesblog · 4 years

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Stupid Sometimes {Plus Size Reader x Tony Stark}

Plot: Tony Stark praises your curves, with no ill intent, but it upsets you because of past experiences. Once he realises that he’s upset you, he tries to show you he’s sorry.

Character: Plus Size Gender Neutral Reader x Tony Stark

Part of my Plus Size Reader x Character Series!

Requested by lilacprincessofrecovery

Every day, Tony made some sort of comment. Usually some form of ‘compliment’ that focussed on your body. Being plus size, Tony liked to compliment you on your confidence, the way you rocked outfits and how you looked. It wasn’t made to sleazy and nine times out of ten, it never came across sleazy. It was made to boost your ego and give you a pep in your step however... it never usually made you feel that way.

All your life, you’d had people talk about your weight; obsess over your health and offer insults in the form of advice. All your life, people put you down, mocked you and told you to lose weight when really, your body was none of their concern. It hurt you a lot then and it hurt you a lot now. They would those types of comments where you’d think about it for days afterwards, thinking you weren’t good enough and neither skinny nor pretty enough. It was horrible. You thought that as you grew up and became an adult, people would focus less on your weight.

Tony didn’t mean to offend or upset you. There was absolutely no malice or ill intent behind his words. He genuinely thought he was being a good friend, how was he to know that you’d had terrible experiences with people focussing on your weight all of your life and he never helped the issue? Even positive focus upset you because again, why did people need to comment on your body and your weight all the time? It’s like when you’ve got a big zit on the end of your nose, you know it’s there, other people know it’s there; why focus on it and cause further embarrassment?

Tony had walked past you as you made lunch in the kitchen and smiled, “I love your confidence in that outfit,” he said as he popped a grape into his mouth, “Other people might not think they can pull an outfit like that off, people tend to think that bigger people can’t pull that stuff off but you can. You rock it.” He thought he was helping, he thought he was being a nice friend to you... that was until, you burst into tears.

You hadn’t meant to get so emotional over it but it was becoming increasingly upsetting as the days went on until you couldn’t take it anymore and until you just burst into tears whilst making a sandwich. Tony stood, kind of awkwardly gawking at you, as he tried to understand the situation.

“What happened?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing together in concern, “Was it me?” All you could do was nod and Tony let out a long sigh, “Was it this morning? I thought you found it funny when I try and make Banner ‘Hulk out’!” You shook your head, wiping your tears as you struggled to gain your composure. Tony frowned, oblivious to the real issue.

“It’s-It’s okay,” you sniffed as you grabbed a tissue and swatted your hand, “I’m just being stupid.” You didn’t like confrontation, you didn’t like getting upset in front of people so you tried to brush it off.

Tony, however, wasn’t having any of it, “No,” he said, catching your wrist gently, “Talk to me... I’ve upset you and I want to make it right.” You sighed and nodded. Tony gave you a small smile, “Come, we’ll sit on the balcony and get fresh air. You can take all the time you need.” You let him lead you outside and let him pull up two chairs for you both. Over the years of knowing Tony, you were one of the few people who had the privilege to see his softer and more caring side. It was nice.

Tony didn’t speak and instead allowed you the time to calm down and gather your thoughts. When you eventually did speak, he turned to face you, “It was what you said in the kitchen that upset me,” you said slowly.

“About Banner?” You shook your head.

“About my outfit and weight,” you sniffed, looking anywhere but at him.

He frowned, once again confused, “I was telling you how good you looked - it wasn’t meant to upset you.”

“I know,” you said and you did know that he truly didn’t mean to upset you, “I know you meant it as a compliment but... I don’t like that sort of stuff.”

“You don’t like compliments?”

“I don’t like compliments centred around my body or weight,” you corrected him. He leaned forwards, curiously, “Tony, all my life people focussed on my weight. They told me I was too heavy, that I was a whale, that I should go on a diet. People would say ‘you’d be prettier if you were skinny’ to me thinking that it was a compliment. People constantly thought they had a say in my weight and the way my body looked.”

Realisation began to dawn on Tony as he muttered a small ‘oh’.

“You’re only trying to be nice and boost my confidence, I get that and I appreciate the intent but... my weight isn’t your concern, nor anybody else’s; why should you or anyone else focus on it and only talk about it? I had years of bad experiences like that which have severely impacted on me negatively... So, even though I know you don’t mean it to be upsetting-”

“It comes across like you need my approval to look a certain way; like I have a say in what your weight should be or what your body should look like.” Tony nodded, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve stopped...”

You shrugged, “I thought I could deal with it but... I obviously can’t.”

Tony reached out, grabbing your hands and rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles gently. He looked deep into your eyes as he apologised, “I’m sorry. I truly am. I’m stupid sometimes. I make stupid comments sometimes. I can be a right dick sometimes. What I don’t want to be is the person who hurts you. I am really sorry. I promise you, from now on I won’t comment on your body or weight. I’ll compliment you in other ways.”

It meant a lot to you that he said that, it meant a lot that he understood that he upset you and instead, apologised. You thanked him for his apology, squeezing his hands. In a matter of minutes, the issue had been resolved and dropped and you found yourselves talking about other things but Tony couldn’t get the fact he’d upset you that much out of his head.

The next day, you woke up feeling a lot better about the situation. Tony had been a real gem; he’d apologised and understood straight away. He told you that he’d never had those experiences and he was sorry for not thinking the comments through properly. It was nice to hear, it was nice that someone listened to your feelings about those types of comments instead of brushing you off.

When you opened your eyes, you were surprised to see that you were surrounded by flowers. You sat up, looking around the room, seeing more than a dozen bouquets of flowers - all different breeds and colours - around the room. You were confused, and a little weirded out that someone was in your room as you slept, when you noticed an envelope on your bedside table. You opened it curiously.

Dearest (y/n),

After yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I’d upset you so I wanted to do something nice for you. I wanted you to wake up to a beautiful view of your favourite types of flowers.

I am truly sorry about it all and I do hope that you’ll forgive me.

If not, I’ll make you a wonderful breakfast of pancakes, syrup and bacon when you wake up and surely that’ll make you forgive me... If it doesn’t, I’m sure I can conjure up another surprise.

I can compliment you one thousand other ways but I’ll only list a few. I admire your courage and your strength. I appreciate that you listen to me and when I was having bad nightmares and panic attacks, I appreciated that you stayed up with me to talk about them or not talk about them - depending on how I felt. I love that we have a similar type of humour - you’re the best when it comes to a partner for pranks. I admire your kindness and your patience - you have the patience of a saint. I enjoy being your friend and it makes me happy that we’re so close and I daresay that this experience will bring us closer together. You’re beautiful - but you don’t need me to tell you that.

I do hope you forgive me,

T.S

Tears welled in your eyes as you finished the letter. He was someone who made stupid comments sometimes and could be stupid sometimes but he was sweet and kind and when he cared about someone, he truly did care. You manvoured your way around the flowers and rushed out of your bedroom. You found him standing in the kitchen drinking coffee.

“You’re up!” He grinned, “Pancake- oomph!” You crashed into him, hugging him tightly, almost knocking him off of his feet at the force of which you charged. You murmured a small ‘thank you’ into his shoulder as you hugged him, “I take it you liked your flowers then.”

You let go a few seconds later, “I loved it, Tony. I loved your letter too. You didn’t have to, you know. I’d forgiven you yesterday.”

Tony smiled, “I know but I wanted to make sure you knew how sorry I was... Now... Pancakes?”

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stellarboystyles · 4 years

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Make a Move

Harry’s a bartender and she’s a waitress, a match made in heaven. That is, if they weren’t constantly pining over each other like idiots.

4.2k !

She and Harry closed almost every weekend.

Why? Because there wasn’t really anyone else that was willing, so they’re always picking up slack. They were even more short staffed before Y/N came along, and given that she was the only waitress who actually gave a shit about her job, she was always the first choice whenever someone called in sick or quit unexpectedly, which, unfortunately for her, was quite often. Not that she’s complaining, because she and Harry always work the same shifts so it’s always fun. She was so kind to every customer but as soon as any of them were crossing a line she’d be the first one to tell them to back off. Harry was the best bartender on the strip, and everyone local knows it, too. Word travels fast, and his drinks speak for themselves. They make a great team. The rest of their co workers claim that the pair always get better tips, and even though they aren’t wrong, Harry and y/n like to indulge in the private joke that maybe if everyone else didn’t do their job half ass then maybe they’d get the tips that they get every night. Their boss is lucky to have both of them working for him.

But Harry was just as lucky to be working there.

That’s exactly what it was. Pure luck.

When Harry’s mum Anne told her husband that she was pregnant with him, he promised her that he was going to change and be home more often, for them. And he kept his promise, for a while. Harry was such an easy baby, easy going and hardly ever cried. However, three months later things swiftly took a turn when she quickly realised that he was going to be a colicky baby. Seeing her little baby boy in pain, screaming and inconsolable just simply broke her heart, but it just meant that he needed a little more attention. She’d quickly learned his favorite remedy was a warm bath and a comfy swaddle, followed by some cuddles and he’d be right back off to sleep. She still thinks the reason that they’re still so close now is because of that extra bonding time.

Harry’s dad had always been distant from him. He was never home, And when he was, he wanted Anne’s full attention, and when he wasn’t getting that anymore, because, you know, she was busy raising an infant by herself, he grew selfishly jealous of the child that he created. When he hit her in front of her son, that was it. She made the split decision that she didn’t want this life for Harry, or for her. She waited until he fell asleep that night, packed what she could, took her baby and left. Moved to London and never saw or heard from him again.

Harry was six years old when his mum first got sick. It started out as headaches and a fever that would come and go, but it got worse. To be specific, an autoimmune disease that was attacking her muscles and joints. It got so bad that she couldn’t even brush her hair, let alone take proper care of a six year old. Long story short, Harry learned quickly and at a young age how to take care of himself. when Harry wasn’t in school all he wanted to do was take care of her. He’d always wake up early on the weekends and make her second favorite breakfast...waffles. Her first favorite was pancakes, but he couldn’t make those, only because he knew that his mummy said the stove wasn’t safe and that he couldn’t use it by himself, because he could burn his fingers.

Three years go by and things are really tough. Anne could no longer work, so without her knowledge, Harry began to improvise. He started selling some of his toys to his friends at school during playtime. By the time almost all of his toys were gone he’d managed to gain thirty five dollars, and he was so proud of himself. But when he saw one of the medical bills totals on the kitchen counter, he knew he was going to have to try something else. Every monday his mum gave him five dollars to pay for lunch at school for the whole week. So instead of eating lunch, he kept it in his backpack with the other thirty five. His friends always shared their lunch with him so that he wouldn’t go hungry all day, and no one ever found out. Week by week the amount seemed to add up quickly. Before he knew it it was the end of the school year he had one hundred and ninety five dollars. He counted it twice just to be sure, but it didn’t matter because it still wasn’t enough.

He was sad, extremely sad and angry. Three more years go by and his mum is in the hospital recovering from surgery. He couldn’t help feeling so many things all at once. His mum was his best friend, why on earth was this happening to her, to him?

One afternoon Harry was walking home from school. It was gloomy and dreary, typical London weather. He wanted to get home faster so he could get to the hospital to see her, so he chose to make a quick shortcut down an alley to his left. As he walked he noticed a group of boys older than him, maybe fourteen or fifteen, on the side of the alley. Before he could turn around or walk past them, of course, they surrounded him. It felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

He was getting jumped.

“I-I haven’t got anything.”

One of them held his arms in a tight grasp whilst another one yanked the backpack off his shoulders, dumping the contents, including the wads of cash, onto the asphalt.

“Ooh, what do we have here?”

Harry’s eyes instantly widened, struggling with all the strength in his body, desperately trying to get free. He couldn’t let them do this.

“No! Please, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want, but I need that money!”

“So do we.”

A fist landed against his cheek and before he knew it he was on the ground being beaten senseless.

“It’s not for me!” he tried, throwing his hands up in front of his face in an attempt to defend himself. “It’s for my mum, she’s sick.”

“Hey! How many times have I told you to quit causin’ trouble back ‘ere?!”

Harry was wide eyed as he saw a man, probably a store owner since he came around the back corner. They quickly ran off empty handed. The man’s face changed from angry to bewildered as he saw Harry’s face.

And as if on fucking cue, it started to rain. Pour, actually.

“No, no, no…”

Harry scrambles to his knees and crawls forward, trying to salvage the dampened green paper, shoving it back into his backpack.

“Are you alright?!”

That was the moment that Harry’s life changed forever.

The man, who Harry quickly learned was named Joe, did more than just clean up the young boy’s bloody face. They started talking and Harry told him everything. About his father, the piling medical bills, everything—and in that moment Joe knew he had to help him.

Every day after that, after school Harry would go to Joe’s bar and work for him. Small jobs—sweep the floor, clean the tables, things like that. He took Harry in, looked after him when his mum couldn’t and gave him advice like the father he’d never had.

The day Harry turned seventeen was the day his mum was officially in remission. Harry had been saving every single penny he’d made over the last five years, which was enough to really help out with their situation until his mum could go back to work. He was over the moon, he didn’t think he’d ever see the day that she’d be feeling like herself again.

Harry didn’t really plan on going to college because even if his mum was better, he always wanted to be able to visit and check on her. After he graduated, he moved into the apartment upstairs above the bar, and the rest is history.

And that leads us to now. Four years later at twenty one Harry is everyone’s favorite bartender, who's crushing hard on this truly one of a kind girl that walked into his life only a few months ago, and he can’t remember what life was like without her in it.

Despite how the job sounds, they both loved every second of it. Especially when they worked together. When they weren’t busy, they were constantly messing with each other, usually it was him teasing her whenever she tripped over her own feet, almost spilling a plate or glass and when she’d come back behind the bar he’d be smirking “y’not drunk are yeh?” and she’d mumble a “shut up.” making him chuckle.

But they were incredibly soft for each other, there was no way around it.

One time, Harry called in sick, and if he would’ve seen the look of disappointment mixed with sadness on her face, he might have just said fuck it and came in to work just to make her happy or at least see her smile, despite the food posioning.

That’s what she did to him. All rationale was lost, even if it was just for a moment.

When he came back, his co-workers filled him in, telling him that she was all sad and pouting through the whole shift. It made his heart ache, made him want to kiss the pout right off her lips,

because her lips were so pretty.

But it also made his heart beat a little faster.

He caught himself staring more and more as the months went by, their friendship torturing him day by day. It was truly a sick joke—being her friend but not being able to feel her soft skin under his touch, kiss her anywhere, anytime he wanted.

Was this karma? What did he do to deserve this?

He’s never been a day dreamer, until now. She’s in his head all the time and he can’t stop thinking about what his life would be like if he could just muster up enough confidence to tell her that he loves the way she pushes her hair behind her ears, or how he’s been dying to kiss her since she walked in the door on her first day.

He remembers that day like it was yesterday.

***

Harry was wiping down the bar, cell phone cradled between his ear and shoulder as he listened to his boss tell him about his newest hire being a new waitress.

“Hope this one sticks.” he mumbled, a small smirk appearing on his face as he dried off the inside of one of the glasses. “M’not gettin’ paid to wait tables, Joe.”

“Oh piss off, I’m payin’ you more than that.” a laugh was shared between the two before he continued.

“She’s already been trained, but it’s her first day by herself, so be nice.”

“M’always nice. It’s those other vultures you’ve got to worry about.”

Harry wasn’t exaggerating. The other waitresses were like wild animals, they’d either attack you or try to have sex with you.

“Just look out for her, will you? Don’t want her bein’ eaten alive on her first day and then she’s too scared to come back.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine, I’ll keep y’updated. Have fun on your holiday.”

“Thanks again for taking care of everything, I really appreciate it.”

“S’the least I could do after all you’ve done for me.” the humor in his voice slowly faded, his tone becoming more serious.

Don’t get soft on me now.” his response to Harry’s sentiment makes him chuckle.

“Okay, okay. But m’serious, don’ know where I’d be without your help.”

When he hung up the phone, as if on fucking cue, he hears the front door open.

***

Everything about her was perfect. Her hair looked like silk, even if it was tied back while she was working with some baby hairs falling around her face. Her skin was flawless—he loves it when she doesn’t wear any makeup, like today. He found her rosy cheeks and naturally long eyelashes to be undeniably adorable.

“H?”

His head snapped up at her voice. It was sweet, like the sugar he always puts on the rim of her glass when he makes her mojitos some nights after they close up. Harry thinks he’d do anything she wanted if she asked him nicely.

“Earth to Harry.” she jokingly waves her hand in front of his face. “It’s almost two.”

“Oh, shit. Wasn’t even lookin’ a’ the time.” he chuckled. “Thanks, love.”

“No problem.” Her cheeks were splashed with pink, looking at her shoes before turning to walk away.

To this day, Harry doesn’t know what on earth possessed him to do this. But for some reason, three words popped into his head.

Make a move.

“Hey.” he stops her from walking away by taking her hand and pulling her towards him.

“What?” she giggles as she turns her head to look at him.

“C’mere.”

The look on his face was giving her butterflies. He blinked slowly, a small smile curved across his lips.

“Got a new drink idea, can I try it out on ya?”

She lets out a nervous giggle before nodding her head.

She felt like an idiot because she really thought that he was going to kiss her. She wanted to feel his lips on her lips, her skin. And god, did he want to kiss her. He felt like an idiot because that wasn’t really a move. He wanted to kiss her, so fucking bad but he got nervous. How couldn’t he? She was his friend, and so, so beautiful. What if she didn’t want to be more than friends? It was a scary thought, rejection. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin their friendship, he cared about her too much to ruin that. Wouldn’t it be awkward, if things didn’t work out, or she didn’t want him in the first place, and they still had to work together? Harry just might have to crawl under a rock.

But she wore her heart on her sleeve, so she couldn’t really hide the sadness in her eyes as her gaze fell to her hands as he was mixing the contents that were going to go in the lowball glass. It pained him to see her anything but her usual bubbly, sweet self.

“S’wrong?” Harry frowned, but she shook her head.

“Nothin’. Just waiting on you, like always.”

His mouth fell open at your accusation.

“Since when?” he scoffs. “M’always waitin’ on you.”

“When?” she challenges, eyebrows furrowing.

Harry playfully rolls his eyes. “When we were goin’ t’that festival, or anytime we do somethin’ outside of work, yeh always take forever to get ready.”

Because she wanted to look super cute for you, you idiot.

“I messed up my makeup, okay? Gimme a break.”

She’s sitting on the bar stool and he’s behind the bar, leaning onto his elbows and stopping what he’s doing to look at her.

“Y’dont need tha’ stuff.”

She gives him a sheepish smile, but Harry’s not having any of it.

Here goes nothing.

“Hey.” he reaches over and puts a hand under her chin, finger brushing the skin of her jaw and his touch gives her butterflies. “Look a’ me?”

Her eyes flicker up to meet his, earning a smile on his pink lips.

“S’true. You’re beautiful and you don’t need it, okay?”

A soft smile graced her lips, making his small smile wider. “Okay, okay.”

“Alright, here.” he slid the glass across the bar top towards her. She takes a sip and her eyes light up, making his do the same.

“Mmm, it’s so good!” she looks up at him, eyes widening, making him laugh.

She loved his laugh.

“Know you like to start off with the fruity stuff.”

“Careful.” she teased, raising an eyebrow. “I know how much you love those cranberry vodkas.”

“And they’re delicious. Especially mine.”

“Definitely yours.” her comment makes Harry giggle, looking at his hands and you’re positive it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. He looks at her, flicking his head.

“C’mere, I’ll show yeh how t’make one.”

Her whole face lights up. “Really?” and her excitement is so adorable he can’t help but mirror her expression with a laugh.

“Mhm, c’mon.”

She’s standing behind the bar and Harry’s standing behind her, showing her the ropes, as he called it. But when she felt his chest pressed against her back as he went through the steps, she could no longer focus on anything he was saying, which worked in his favor because he stumbled across his words quite a bit at the feeling. They were physically closer than they’ve ever been and she smelled so fucking good. He rests his head on her left shoulder, gripping the bar top in front of her.

She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, and he finally speaks up.

“Wanna try?”

He picks up the lowball glass, bringing it up to her lips. He moves his hand, tilting the drink to meet your lips. The interaction was so intimate, and you could feel his breath on your ear.

“Good?”

His voice was deeper, sending shivers down her spinal cord. She nods and he moves beside her, (much to her disappointment) and leans one of his elbows onto the surface beside him. She turns to him, and takes the glass out of his grasp as he’s taking a sip.

“S’not nice!” he laughs as she takes a drink, giggling as he gets in her face.

“S’your turn to make me a drink now.”

One hour later and she was three drinks in, which meant that she was on the verge of drunk. She made him two replicas of the cocktail he’d helped her make just before, and he claimed that hers were just as good, but she still wasn’t too sure if he was letting her win or not. She wasn’t drunk, though.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” the smirk sliding up his lips told a different story.

“Liar!” she giggled, and she tries to walk towards him but her legs betray her as she trips over her own sneakers and falls into his chest.

“Okay, you’re drunk.” he confirms with a chuckle, catching her by her forearms helping her to stand again.

“M’not drunk, shoelace is untied.” she tries to lift up her leg to show him the definitely loose laces, but she loses her balance and nearly falls onto the wood floor, and if Harry hadn’t grabbed her hand when he did she would’ve definitely had a sore backside.

“Maybe I am drunk.” she mumbles, pouting when she hears his chuckle. “Not funny, H.”

His stomach drops when he sees that she’s looking right at him with tears threatening to spill onto her soft cheeks.

“No, m’sorry love. Didn’t mean it, okay? Promise.” He uses his thumb to brush the skin just under her eye. “Please, don’t cry.”

The rest of the tears subside at Harry’s comforting gesture. They stood like that for a while, eye contact refusing to break before she spoke up.

“Do you like me?”

Did she really just say that? Was he that drunk? He was definitely more than tipsy, but did she really just say that?! Was he dreaming? Please let this not be a dream.

His heart thumped in his chest when her fingers started playing with his.

“Now what’s not to like about you, darlin’?”

That’s sweet, but not what I asked, she thinks to herself.

She could not believe the level of bravery in her blood right now. She wasn’t even that drunk and words that she thought she would never say were spilling out.

As she was about to respond, she lets out a yawn, her previous thoughts quickly slipping her mind.

“Tired?’ he questions as he cocks his head to the side, a grin sliding up his lips.

“Mhm. Still need to walk home.” she frowns and his eyes go wide.

“Can’t let y’walk home alone-”

“I do it every other night.” she protests, clearly getting frustrated.

The thought of her walking back to her apartment alone at 3 am, sober or not, made his stomach turn. He ignores her attempt at convincing him that she’s fine, because there is no way he’s letting this happen.

“ Y’can stay with me? S’just upstairs.”

His voice was quiet and it took a moment for her to register what he’d said.

“Wait, what d’you mean upstairs?”

“There’s a flat upstairs, s’mine.”

The confusion on her face made his heart want to melt.

“C’mon, I’ll carry you.”

She feels another yawn coming and he picks her up—one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. She lays her head on his shoulder, and he’s so warm—she can’t help but nuzzle her face into his neck and he thinks he could very well pass out, but he won’t, because he’s holding her, obviously.

He sets her down onto his bed, and tells her she can pick whatever looks comfy from his dresser to wear as pj’s.

“M’gonna go get some water, okay? Be right back, love.”

She picks out a stones t-shirt and changes into that because honestly, it’s one of the first things she sees and it smells like him and she’s tired.

He comes back upstairs and she’s laying down on his dark sheets, her back to him with her hair fanned out on his pillow. He walks around to the other side and sits down next to her. She feels the bed dip, opens one eye and pouts when she sees the water bottle in his hand.

“I know love, just drink some for me? Y’know it’ll make you feel better tomorrow.”

He encourages her to sit up and he doesn’t let her lay back down until she’s had at least half, and then covers her up with his blanket before

“I’ll just be on the sofa. If y’need anything in the middle of the night let me know, alright?”

“No, stay.”

His breath hitched inside his throat. He swallowed thickly before replying.

“You want me to stay?”

She nods. “Don’t leave me.”

She wants him to stay.

“I won’t, s’alright.”

After a small freak out episode in the bathroom while he changed, he gets into bed next to you.

Harry always had trouble falling asleep, but tonight it only took a few minutes and he was softly snoring into his pillow.

The light peeking through the curtains was what slowly pulled her out of sleep.

“G’mornin’ sleepyhead.”

She couldn’t help the lazy smile across her lips, letting out a giggle as she stretched.

“What time is it?”

“Almost eleven. Do you want somethin’ to eat?”

“Can I have some waffles?”

So, he made her some waffles. Some for him too. Harry didn’t have a dining table so he insisted she stay put while he make them breakfast in bed. He watches her take her first bite and he swears that this is the moment when he truly fell in love with her.

“Mmmm.” she hums, eyes closed with a dopey, syrupy smile across her lips. “So good.”

The reaction made him quite literally crack up laughing, because those waffles were from his bloody freezer and she was acting like Harry had just ordered room service to their hotel room in Paris.

He’d take her to Paris.

“So, how’d you end up living here?” she wondered out loud, breaking Harry out of his daydream.

He proceeded to tell her everything. About his piece of shit dad, his mum getting sick, getting jumped, and how Joe took Harry in and was the father he’d never had. When he’s finished, her hand is on the back of his neck pulling him into a protective hug, lightly toying with his hair.

“I’m so sorry, H.”

Her voice is just above a whisper and it makes Harry’s eyelashes flutter.

She pulls away and they instantly find each other’s eyes. He gives her a small smile, as if to say, it’s okay.

She looks at him with doe eyes and he can’t help but reach over and pushes her hair behind one of her ears, the space in between their faces becoming smaller and smaller, until his nose brushes hers.

“Can I kiss you?”

She gives him a small nod.

He cautiously presses his lips to hers. The kiss is everything both of them have ever dreamed of and so much more. Her hand is still on the back of his neck and he’s moved to cradle her cheeks in his hands, and they fit perfectly.

Neither of you want the kiss to end, both of them breathless as Harry’s forehead is pressed against hers.

“I really, really like you, had feelings for you for a long time.” you heart flutters in your chest at his sweet words. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“I really, really like you too.”

This is my baby, be nice to her. I’ve pulled many all nighters to make this as close to perfect as it can be so I hope you love it <3

Thank you to @oh-honey-styles , @for-fucks-sake-h and @andwhenshesays for putting this Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge together, I’m so glad I could be a part of it!

BIG THANKS to my babies @goldenfeelin , @bfharry and @avhrodite for truly hyping me up and being so supportive, I love you. <3

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May The Odds Be Ever in Your Favor (Hoseok x Reader Hunger Games AU) Chapter 2: Training Day

Summary - Living in District 4 you never thought you would have to worry about being selected for the Hunger Games. With a training centre right near the dock of the houseboat you lived and fished from, your district was known for volunteers who trained their whole lives for a shot at glory and riches. But at age 18, your name is called and no girls volunteer to take your place. Your devastation is answered when Kim Namjoon volunteers for the males shortly after. Tall, muscular, highly intelligent and charming, the years of diligent preparation have bestowed Namjoon with the expectation of being the next District 4 champion after Finnick Odair last won 3 years ago.

Fishing for a living has granted you skills with a knife but, as your mentor Finnick is quick to describe, your beautiful face may well be your best asset.

Upon arrival in the Capitol you are quickly faced with the reality that Namjoon may not even be the biggest danger inside the Arena. Especially when you capture the obsessive attention of District 2′s own volunteer, and killing machine, Jung Hoseok. Hope soon fades from ‘survival’ to ‘the mercy of a painless death’ but Hoseok certainly has other plans.

Pairing - Hoseok x (fem)Reader

Genre - thriller, angst, yandere

Word Count 7.2K

Warnings - [in later chapters] major character death, graphic depictions of violence, swearing, obsession, dubcon-smut (smut will be marked so reading is optional), gore, unrealistically beautiful oc because I’m a sucker for that shitty trope and want to live vicariously through my writing (sue me)

The following is a dark fic featuring a yandere character, violence, obsession, and coercion. By no means does writing about this in a fictional setting condone any of those behaviours, much like Stephen King writing horror doesn’t mean he approves of psychotic killers in reality. Please avoid reading if any of these warnings makes you uncomfortable.

Previous Chapter: 1

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Training began the following morning at 10am, although when you woke for breakfast at 8 Namjoon was nowhere to be found in your living quarters. Finnick informed you that Namjoon had left to begin early as you elected for a bowl of cereal instead of the array of foods presented on the dining table. To anyone else the spread of pancakes, syrup, pastries, bagels, bacon, eggs, sausages and other delicacies you weren’t even familiar with would have appeared mouth watering. But in your state it all just looked like cardboard. You didn’t trust yourself to be able to keep anything down but knew you had to at least eat something so you wouldn’t pass out later.

You tried to make the most of the one on one time with Finnick, listening as he talked about the range of stations that would be inside the gym. For the most part he seemed to suggest being a shadow to the rest of the careers, “play along and act dumb so they think you trust them and are too stupid to make plans for yourself”. Your best bet of survival relied entirely on them underestimating you and you being able to correctly time when to stab them in the back (literally) before they disposed of you.

Once you finished barely eating, you dressed in the capitol provided athletic wear; a fitted black T shirt with decorative panels of silver and gold along the sides and the number 4 emblazoned on your sleeves, along with a pair of just-below-knee-length black leggings that also featured the same silver and gold design as a strip on the sides. After tightly lacing up your sneakers, and tying your hair into a high ponytail, you took the elevator from the floor of your living quarter down to the basement where the gym was located.

You had no idea what you were expecting, perhaps something similar to the warehouse gym back in 4, but the spacious room that you arrived in was definitely not it. To start with, despite being under ground beneath an apartment complex, it looked like it could easily fit at least five warehouses inside the space. There were so many stations set up you wondered how it would be humanly possible to even attempt all of them within your three-day time limit. There were more weapons here than you had ever seen in your entire life combined; what appeared to be a parkour racing course, a rope climb, fire making equipment, a knotting station, something that looked like a paint set up, a tablet with symbols (what use that was supposed to bring you had no idea) and many other things you weren’t sure of. A large digital clock was mounted in the middle of the wall at the back, near a rock climbing wall, displaying the time as 9:45AM. You tried to swallow down your nerves as you scanned across the room looking for Namjoon. You found him easily at the weight section, bench pressing a large barbell you didn’t care enough to read the weight on. It seemed like a pretty basic scare tactic of trying to intimidate the other districts with his strength, but it didn’t have any impact on you because you were already aware.

“What’s muscles over there trying to prove?” a sudden voice at your side caused you to start, whipping your head to see Krystal next to you. She didn’t quite smile but there was an amused look to her eyes and a little quirk to the corner of her mouth.

“Holy shit please don’t sneak up on me like that in the arena, I will literally die of a heart attack” you exhaled with an awkward laugh at the end.

“Wouldn’t be the most painful way to die in there,” Krystal retorted with a shrug. She looked different compared to last night, but you supposed you could say the same for everyone if you compared them in an elaborate costumer to their gym wear. Her sleek black hair had been braided into two French plaits down the back of her head and secured into twin buns on the bottom.

“Touché,” you agreed but quickly moved to shift the topic away from you dying. “To answer your question Namjoon’s probably trying to intimidate some kids into thinking he’s going to bench press them to death.”

Krystal gave an amused hum before gesturing towards her fellow district mate Yoongi who was lazily sitting against the wall nearby. Training hadn’t even started yet and he looked like he’d much rather be asleep. It was hard to think of him as the confidently spoken cape wearing tribute from yesterday when he was now slumped against a wall. If anything he looked quite adorable.

“We just got here, have you seen 2?”

“No, I just got here myself, Namjoon came early to get extra training in”

You looked around the warehouse again trying to spot a familiar head of copper hair or Athena’s cropped blonde pixie cut but couldn’t see either of them for now.

“If he wants to wear himself out before we even get into the arena that’s his business, but if he pulls a muscle or drops a barbell on his head, I’m not carrying him,” Krystal muttered as Namjoon grunted lifting his weights up a final time before slamming them back on the rack.

“Agreed.” You murmured whilst Namjoon finally spotted you were here and nodded towards you and District 1 in recognition, before walking over. Krystal and yourself both gave half hearted waves in reply, Yoongi looked like he had actually fallen asleep and didn’t do anything.

“Hey,” Namjoon greeted wiping his forehead on his shirt sleeve and taking a drink from his water bottle. As much as you had made light of his workout before the fact he was barely out of breath after lifting more than twice your body weight was pretty intimidating. “Have you seen 2 yet?” You were about to tell him what you had just told Krystal when a raspy voice spoke from behind you

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

Turning around you saw Hoseok and Athena walking out from where the elevators were nearby. Athena looked almost unrecognizable in comparison to her warrior outfit and smoky make up from the night before. Her short hair was pushed back with a headband and her face much rounder. She was definitely shorter without her heeled shoes and her body type much curvier than what her costume showed. Whilst Athena, Yoongi and Krystal all looked softer without their costumes and make up Hoseok somehow still managed to radiate the same aura from the tribute parade. His form fitting T-shirt and pants (in the same design as everyone else’s) accentuate his lithe build. The tights he wore showcase the definition of his calves and thighs, along with how long his legs were. The definition of his abs could be seen through the black shirt and his biceps were on display. It appeared he didn’t need any bronzing powder or contouring make-up to sharpen his facial features; his high nose and cheekbones were still just as prominent and his jawline just as sharp. He ran a hand through his hair, which was disheveled from not being styled, but somehow still managed to look good anyway.

When you make the mistake of looking into his eyes you can see that there was definitely no make up involved in the intensity of his stare from yesterday, it’s still just as unnerving this morning. The corner of his lip pulls up into a smirk as he sees you assessing his appearance and he has no shame running his eyes over your body.

“Nice of you to show up,” Namjoon grunted, clearly not impressed with the way Hoseok was staring at you again.

“Relax we’ve still got five minutes until we’re officially mean to start” Athena said as she stops beside Namjoon. She strikes up a conversation to try and distract him like Hoseok had told her to do. Why exactly she was following his instructions she didn’t really know, but she didn’t particularly care to upset him at this point so she simply played along. Namjoon was easy enough to engage, all she did was ask him what he had been doing to work up a sweat and he immediately leapt into a description of the circuit he had been training.

Hoseok moved to take the spot between Athena and yourself.

“Morning love,” he whispered under his breath, touching your elbow gently and leaning down slightly in a way that’s only intended for you to hear. You shudder at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting against the shell of your ear and curse your body for it’s unconscious reaction.

He pulls his hand away just as quickly, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, but wishes he could maintain some form of physical contact. ‘There’ll be plenty of time for that in the arena,’ Hoseok assures himself watching as your cheeks flush that same rose color they did last night. He can’t explain why, but something so simple as your blush makes him feel ecstatic. Oh the things he would do to you to see what else makes you flush that pretty color for him again.

“Hey,” you reply, trying not to break the eye contact out of fear it could be taken as a sign of weakness. He’s tall so you need to look up, but you’re not that short either so it’s not a high angle. You’d estimate the top of your head reaching around his nose if you had to guess.

“I’ve been dying to ask this since seeing you yesterday, but what is an angel like you doing at these games?” his voice is still low, but not as quiet as before, as Namjoon continues to elaborate on his morning work out whilst Athena pretends to care.

“Uh same reason nearly everyone else here is, my name got pulled out the bowl,” you tried to casually respond with a shrug but knew the devastation would have been showing in your eyes. There were some things you just weren’t capable of hiding, and your fear at your situation and imminent death was one of those things. “And you?”

Hoseok frowns and you wonder if you somehow said something wrong but then he softly shakes his head.

“Volunteer,” he states and you swallow with a nod, unconsciously shifting backwards a little. His very appearance is lethal so it really shouldn’t be a surprise at all that he’s signed himself up to slaughter people like you, just the same way Namjoon had.

“Right, I mean you’re a career,” you shrug again looking across at Krystal, Athena, and Yoongi, wondering if they were volunteers too.

“Hey,” his hand was back on your elbow again, he didn’t give a shit if the others saw him. The feelings he was already experiencing towards you had just been intensified immeasurably by the fact you were innocent in these games. He didn’t know how to possibly describe it; all he knew was that from all the words that existed, in all of the languages in the history of mankind, there would never be a way to explain it.

He saw the tremble in your body whenever he looked at you, the shudder earlier when his breath met your ear, surely you had to feel something towards him too. There was no possible way that these emotions he was experiencing could be contained in just one body, you had to be sharing this experience. Was this a ‘soulmate’ that he had only read of before in passing regarding outdated literature? He had never been the kind to believe in fate before, as far as he had trained his whole life to believe, his only destiny was to win the games and bring honor to his family. But as you stood before him, for only the second time in his life, he just knew that you had been preordained for him.

At his age of eighteen he had experienced love in some capacity before, his parents, his sister, a few close friends and a couple of girlfriends here and there but none of those emotional connections compared to you. Surely you would feel the same way about him too, but of course as the poor reaped tribute that you were, you were too afraid to be able to focus on him right now. He was furious you were even here, how dare none of the other female trainees from 4 volunteer to save your precious existence. How cruel the forces of the universe were, for gifting him with an angel only for her to be so close yet still so out of reach. These intense emotions were far too much for one person to ever experience alone, so somehow he must be possessing part of your emotions for him, because you weren’t capable of focusing on anything more than survival right now. His poor defenseless angel, how much you needed him right now.

That must be it. A trial from beyond these games where he would have to earn not just this victory but a way to make you experience your love. There had to be a reason why you were here, it’s because it was for him to prove himself worthy of you. Oh how he wishes you could have met outside, after his victory tour when he went to 4 and he could just pick you from the crowd and make you his. But that would’ve been too simple. Yes, a love like this only came once in a lifetime, he was certain, and he would need to move heaven and earth to somehow save himself and you. But there had to be a reason that the universe had put you together right at this very moment. There had to be a way for him to save you both, and he knew he would kill anyone and everyone who got in his way.

“I promised you last night, I won’t hurt you, and I meant it,” he said, squeezing your elbow – not tight enough to hurt – as if trying to implore you to believe him. His hand felt warm and his hold was firm, shooting a tingling sensation down your spine. You tried to suppress the physical affect his touch was having on you, knowing nothing good could possibly come out of any attraction. You hated just how strongly your body was reacting to him, wondering why the hell he was trying to flirt before he would inevitably try to kill you, and why your body was liking it. But even though you were a tribute, ultimately you were still only human.

“Hoseok, you literally volunteered to kill me, it’s fine,” you began as a small voice internally added ‘well it’s not fine really but that’s besides the point’. A look you couldn’t read flashed in Hoseok’s eyes and he opened his mouth to say something, but you continued on before he could speak.

“I’ve seen enough of these games to know how the career pack works. I’ll help you guys and when it comes down to the end I’ll just try as hard as I can. There’s only one winner and look at you,” your eyes were on his torso because you couldn’t bring yourself to maintain the eye contact as you spoke. The outline of his pectorals and abs that were visible through the fabric of his shirt, compared to your barely toned figure in comparison, did all the speaking in that regard anyway. Looking down at his grip on your elbow, you could see how the fingers on his large hand nearly wrapped all the way around your arm. His own biceps would easily be twice the size of yours.

“Look at Namjoon,” you subtly gestured to your much larger district-mate, “and then look at me.” You weren’t exactly unfit, all the years of physical labor from working on your family’s boat had helped give you some muscle definition, but it was nothing compared to a trained killer.

“You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lyi-”

Hoseok’s objection was cut off by an announcement coming from the other side of the room. It was now 10 am and everyone had to attend a briefing in regards to how training worked. Hoseok scowled at the interruption before quickly dropping your arm to avoid suspicion from the others.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered, as you followed with the others to where a dark skinned woman stood in the center of the room. She introduced herself as Atala and ran through the basics of how the next three days would work. Her commentary about dehydration and infection being as much of a danger in the arena as the weapons was particularly interesting to, you wondered if Namjoon had spent as much time on his survival skills as he did on his fighting in the old warehouse back at 4. You doubted it. You also noticed a window on the wall that your back had been facing when you entered the room, where a room of mostly men in suits with eccentric beards and wild colored hair styles were sitting on lounges. Atala introduced them as the game makers who were here to observe, sending a shiver of disgust throughout your body.

Before being allowed to focus on the stations of your choice there was a tribute wide assessment on four of the obstacles: Monkey bars, a fire making station, a memory game (which explained what that strange tablet thing was) and a one on one physical combat match with a Capital trainer. The monkey bars were first and tributes were to perform in the order of their district numbers. You were mildly surprised by how Yoongi went from appearing lethargic to swinging across the bars with ease, but as a career it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Krystal and Athena both had no trouble and Hoseok flew across the rungs twice as fast as the others. You swallowed a nervous lump in your throat when your turn came, feeling the pressure of being in a career district and having all eyes focused on you. Upper body strength had never been your strong point, and you knew the furthest you would probably be able to get was around the half way mark. The girl from 3 had struggled and fallen off nearly immediately but you still didn’t want to fail, especially not with Namjoon breathing down your neck behind you. Back at home you had needed to climb around the boat before in order to make repairs, which suddenly gave you an idea.

Jumping up to reach the bar, you used the momentum to swing your legs through and up onto the next bar in front. Hooking your ankles under you pulled your legs through the gap until you were hanging by your knees. With your weight now more evenly distributed you were able to pull yourself up and awkwardly climb over so you were then on top of the bars. From there you tried not to look down at the long fall onto the thin mat below and crawled your way to the other end before lowering yourself back down when you reached the other side.

“Unconventional, but effective” the person who was responsible for measuring the times and taking notes muttered as they scribbled down something on their clipboard.

“Not bad, spaghetti arms” Athena nodded her approval, her own arm muscles were probably close to the same size as Yoongi’s.

“Gotta know your own strengths and weaknesses,” you smiled back with a shrug. Your time was much slower than the others – Namjoon racing across the other side in a speed to rival Hoseok, right after you were done – but it was still better than not even being able to complete the course at all.

The other assessments were pretty much non eventful with predictable results. You performed decently in comparison to other reaped tributes but were definitely lacking compared to the rest of the careers. You could also detect a bit of rivalry beginning to brew between Namjoon and Hoseok as they tried to one up the other. Hoseok was the faster of the two to light a fire but Namjoon was quicker in being able to solve the memory puzzle. Both of them landed ‘lethal blow’ scores against the capital trainer in their sparring match (you had managed to land a simulated hit of the heel of your hand to the capital trainer’s nose which had counted as an ‘incapacitated blow’ – not a bad score).

With the mandatory grading over you were then given individual feedback along with suggestions on recommended training stations before breaking for lunch. After all the exercise you couldn’t help but feel much hungrier than you had before during breakfast, and helped yourself to a sandwich, along with an apple and a bottle of water from the provided catering. The feedback had been handed out on a card, in order of the district number, before you were dismissed for lunch, and you didn’t pay attention to where 1 and 2 had walked off to. Wanting to be alone anyway you walked around a corridor into an empty hallway and took a seat on the floor against the wall. Leaning back, you raised your knees and rested your elbows on your legs as you scanned across your feedback card. You noted there weren’t any grades or scores, but merely recordings of the time it took for you to complete the activity and a short written assessment next to each. At the bottom were the suggestions for which areas to focus on over the remaining days.

Your evaluation had described you as ‘a dark horse’. The Capital had picked up on the career’s alliance and noted that you were the physically weakest of the six members, however they gave you commendation for unconventional problem solving during the monkey bars. The primary suggestion was focusing on weapons based training in order to stand a chance of survival when the time came for the careers to turn against one another. There was also a suggestion to train more on agility based exercises that played to your existing skills, rather that bothering with weights or physical strength stations that would be impossible to build in such a short time.

“How did you go?”

The sudden voice and presence at your side, whilst you were intently focused on reading your card, caused you to jump and nearly swallow your last mouthful of sandwich down the wrong way. You managed to just catch it with an awkward choke, reaching for your bottle of water to swallow it down properly. To your absolute humiliation, you looked up to see Hoseok standing above you with an amused look on his face.

“Uh, fine I guess,” you muttered, fiddling with the card in your hand as he sat down beside you. “You?”

“As expected,” was all he replied with. You nodded awkwardly. You had seen him perform before you in all of the tasks and sail through each of them with ease. ‘As expected,’ meant nothing less than perfection for him. You couldn’t help but wonder if your death was going to be by his hand, and if that would just be ‘as expected’ for him as well.

“Let me see your card.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words were caught in your throat (much like your previous mouthful of sandwich) as Hoseok easily pinched your card out from your fingertips and passed you his along the carpet in return. Frowning, you picked his up, to at least pretend it was a mutual exchange.

“Did you swap cards with the others?” you asked, wondering why he was interested in your report. You skim read across his, finding commentary about Hoseok’s speed, skill and lethality, along with a note stating him as a lead contender, nothing that you weren’t already aware of.

“Nope,” Hoseok dismissed, lips pursed as he read your card much slower.

You frowned at this, passing his card across the floor and reaching over to try and grab yours back, only for Hoseok to lazily lean to the side away from you, with a hint of an amused smile. You let an annoyed huff of air out.

“So why are you reading mine then?”

At this Hoseok paused to raise an eyebrow and make eye contact with you over the top of your card in his hands.

“Because I don’t care about the others.”

He found the stunned look of confusion on your face to be absolutely adorable.

“But…” you paused, not even knowing what to say. Shouldn’t he at least care for his own district mate? Granted you didn’t care much for Namjoon but you were at least somewhat going along with him for the sake of presenting a cohesive alliance. And if he didn’t care about the alliance then what was he doing here with you? The implication of his statement was quite clear that he somehow cared about you, so what had you possibly done to warrant his apparent attention.

“Why?” was all you could eventually ask.

He lowered your card to the floor and slid it back towards you, leaning across with it. You predictably reached to pick your card back up and he instantly took the opportunity to put his hand over yours. You flinched and attempted to pull back, but his grip only tightened, forcing your hand to remain below his much larger one.

Your pulse began to rapidly accelerate. You knew he couldn’t harm you, not until you were in the arena. But to be alone and so easily caught and toyed with, by someone much more powerful than you, was frightening. You looked up from his hand to his handsome face, trying not to tremble as Hoseok stared back with a lazy smirk in place. The thumb on his hand over yours was softly stroking the skin around your wrist and you could swear your heart was pounding so fast he had to be able to feel your erratic pulse.

“Because I need you to be with me at the end.” His husky voice was a low murmur, as he leaned in closer again. Your hand remained clasped tightly below his

“So you can have an easy kill, because I’m weaker than the others?” you frown, knowing your assessment would have told him as much. But Hoseok was quick with a denial.

“No.”

“Then why?” You pushed, growing frustrated with his indirect answers and your hand still trapped in his. Hoseok only tilted his head to the side and released a sigh, looking highly amused.

“Don’t you trust me? You know I’ve promised not to hurt you darling,” his low voice grew quieter still, barely above a whisper, causing you to lean in so you could hear him better.

“Darling?” You balked at the endearment. Whatever answer you could possibly imagine coming out of Hoseok, it definitely wasn’t that. “Hoseok I don’t know what kind of game your playi-”

“You’re not a game to me.” He cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. Undeterred you rushed to speak again.

“But we’re literally in The Hunger Games and one of us is going to have to kill the other. And you and I both know how much easier it would be for you to kill me, than the other way around.”

“Oh so you find the thought of killing me unbearable?”

He quirked his eyebrow with a smirk and again you tried to yank your hand back in annoyance, but he only moved his grip further up to clasp tightly around your wrist. His long fingers easily wrapped all the way around, as he then pulled your arm back towards him, causing your upper body to lean further forward. Unconsciously you let out a breathless whimper in shock, your faces now so close you could feel his breath fanning across the side of your cheek.

“I… I don’t even know how I can kill anybody. You’re the volunteer here and clearly the better fighter between us so you would easily kill me in a final two,” you whispered, trying to turn your head away from his, only for the side of your face to press against the wall.

“Oh but darling you’re wrong, to kill you would be to kill myself.”

The hand that wasn’t pinning your wrist to the ground moved to cradle the side of your face, his fingers threading into your hair and thumb running along the top of your cheekbone.

“Hoseok, stop.” You raised your free hand to push against his chest, but he was solid as a rock and didn’t even budge. Instead he only curled his torso in towards you, pinning you in place against his body and the wall. You whimpered in fear, eyes scanning the hallway trying to find a way out, only for Hoseok to press his nose against your temple and lips to the shell of your ear.

“You may not even know it yourself but I can feel it in your pulse how your heart calls for me. Every beat I feel beneath my fingertip sings to my own, that already belongs to you. If you were to die, my heart would have no need to beat without the one it beats for.”

His deep voice was a seductive purr as his breath against your ear sent a shiver throughout your entire body. His hold on your face forced you to look back into his eyes once more, which held the same intense passion you had seen in them last night.

“How c-can you even say something like that, it hasn’t even been a day s-since we met?” you choked as you felt tears beginning to sting in your eyes.

“Because I felt it the second I laid my eyes on you, and seeing you again this morning only made me feel a hundred times stronger.

“Please stop, I’m going to be dead in a week so can you please just not turn my life into some sick joke,” it was all you could do to beg as the first tear spilled from the corner of your eye, his thumb below easily wiping it away.

“I’m. Not. Joking,” he hissed, each word punctuated by his fingers burying into your hair and clenching tightly at the roots, causing you to gasp as more tears spilled out.

“You’re hurting me,” you whimpered, the hand on his chest reaching up to try and pull at his hand that was holding onto a fist full of your hair. His grip instantly released, his hand moving to grab onto yours and thread his fingers in between your own, before squeezing tightly.

“Not as much as you hurt me whenever you try to deny me,” he retorted, pulling your hand to his lips to place a kiss upon the back.

“What do I possibly gain from a game perspective to choose you as my final partner? You said it yourself that you’re the weakest so that means I’ll need to protect you from the other four when the alliance turns. And believe me princess, I will. I’ll slaughter every one of them in cold blood. I’ll snap the neck of anyone who so much as harms a single hair upon your head. I’m going to kill them all for you baby, and I’ll make you watch so you can see just far how far I’ll go for you.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” you whispered brokenly, tears spilling freely from your eyes now.

“Because,” Hoseok dropped your hand to grab ahold of your chin as his lips moved in closer. When he spoke you could feel them brushing against yours “you’re mine.”

But before Hoseok could firmly press his lips to yours in the kiss he longed for, a sudden shout broke the atmosphere he had worked so hard to build.

“YN!”

You never thought you’d be relieved to hear the sound of Namjoon’s angry voice barking in your direction, but his appearance around the corner and into the hallway caused you to exhale a long breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“What are you both doing here?” Namjoon growled, angrily striding towards you as Yoongi, Krystal, and Athena followed behind him.

Hoseok, who had his back turned to their direction, scowled in anger at the disruption, before quickly masking his face to a neutral expression. The sudden change in demeanour causing you to flinch.

“I found this one here having a bit of a breakdown over her report card,” Hoseok said, lazily getting to his feet and shooting you a wink as your jaw dropped in shock at his smooth and blatant lie.

“No! I- I…” You immediately went to protest only for the words to be caught in your throat. It would just be Hoseok’s word against your own. And who would believe you? His words were so insane you could barely even believe what he had just been saying.

“It’s ok YN,” he purred, as the others walked over towards you. You angrily got to your feet wiping your eyes, not wanting to be a crying mess on the floor in front of the whole group. “I was just telling her there’s no need to worry. First day freak outs can happen to the best of us.”

“I’m fine,” you scowled, crossing your arms and glaring at the floor and seeing the damned report card laying on the carpet.

“I just wanted some time to myself and if anything having someone around only made it worse” you bit back.

“Very well then,” Hoseok smirked raising his arms in a mock surrender gesture and waving his hands theatrically. “Excuse me for trying to be a good teammate.”

“I didn-” before you could rip into him, you were interrupted by another.

“Can you all give me one minute to talk to my district partner,” Namjoon grunted at the others. He didn’t bother waiting for an answer, grabbing a hold of the top of your arm and dragging you further back up the hallway. You didn’t know what was worse between him bossing you around since the train ride or Hoseok’s crazy confession, but what you did know was that if anyone else tried to manhandle you again you were going to take your chances on your own in the arena. It had only been one day and you were rapidly growing sick of this alliance. You’d rather die with dignity on your own than be dragged around like a dog’s chew toy.

“Let me go,” you hissed, when you were far away enough not to be overheard, grabbing his hand and ripping it off your arm. Namjoon just rolled his eyes before staring down at you from his tall height.

“What the fuck was that about?” he asked.

For a moment you breathed a sigh of relief. Trying to convince Athena or District 1 about Hoseok losing his mind would be one thing, but Namjoon was your own team mate. You vaguely knew each other from growing up in the same town. Maybe he might actually believe you. Glancing back to the others you saw them chatting amongst themselves, Krystal was now holding your report card and Yoongi gave a dismissive shrug to something Athena had just said. As if sensing your gaze, Hoseok glanced across to make eye contact. The corner of his lip curled up and he cocked his eyebrow smugly as if to say ‘go on and tell him, see if he believes you’. You scowled at him before turning back to Namjoon and grabbing a hold of his arm (missing the way Hoseok’s nose twitched in annoyance at you initiating the physical contact with another man).

“Namjoon, please, you have to believe me,” you began, instantly lowering your voice as you squeezed his bicep imploringly – your hand didn’t even wrap halfway around the much stronger boy’s arm.

“What happened?” he asked bluntly, eyebrows narrowing into a frown.

So you told him. Speaking as quietly as possible and trying to rush through the details as fast as you could, you hurriedly told him about how Hoseok had found you alone and stolen your card, before pinning you against the wall, claiming you were his, and threatening to kill all the others. You finished by telling him how it was only through the rest of the group showing up when they did, that had stopped Hoseok from kissing you.

“It was humiliating,” you hissed out, trying to choke down the lump in your throat that had built up as you were recalling what happened.

“I don’t want to be in the career pack anymore, I can’t do it, not with him.”

You looked up at Namjoon, begging him with your eyes to believe what you had just said.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

You dropped his arm and visibly recoiled as if his words had physically hit you. As far as you were concerned he may as well have.

“Some pretty boy spouts some Romeo and Juliet bullshit so you want to leave the best chance either of us have for surviving this thing? How can you actually be that stupid?!”

You were fuming. How dare he just dismiss what had happened to you like that. You had taken a leap of faith, hoping that as your own team mate he would believe you, and instead he had virtually spat in your face as a response.

“I’m not stupid Namjoon!” You sneered. “The one year my name gets called out is the one year no girls volunteer because they knew that you were going to. If the girls who have spent their whole lives training know they can’t beat you, how the fuck do you think I feel right now? Maybe it’s easier for you because you’ve actually got a chance in these games, but I’m going to die. And none of this is my choice, you actually chose to be here! You were the one who said on the train that you wanted us to join the career pack, so I did! And now I’m the one being harassed, not you! Stop treating me like a child because I’m not just a pawn you can tell what to do until you decide to kill me.”

“If you don’t want to be treated like a child then stop acting like a pathetic fool over the first boy to give you some attention. Do you think your pretty little face is somehow special enough for Hoseok to actually fall in love with at first sight?”

“Of course not!”

“You should be thanking me for pulling your head back in from whatever deluded little fantasy he’s trying to spin. Are you that stupid you can’t tell he’s just trying to divide us so you want to work with him instead of me by the time we get to the end game? At the very least you and I know each other and I guarantee you, in that arena it’s better the devil you know”

You wanted to point out how you were the one to tell him about Hoseok, and clearly were trying to work with Namjoon instead, only for him to berate you, but logic was out the window by this stage.

“Is it? Cause it sounds to me like you’re just keeping me around until you decide to break my neck when it’s convenient for you,” you snapped instead.

“That’s how alliances work sweetheart. You watch my back in the pack to make sure 1 or 2 don’t just slit my throat in my sleep. I drag your ungrateful ass around and make sure you aren’t taken out by some amateur who wouldn’t know the difference between a liver and an intestine. Is that how you want to die? Bleeding out for hours after being stabbed by an untrained idiot and spending your final moments in agony? Would you rather die by someone beating your head in with a rock because that’s the only weapon they know how to use? Let’s see how beautiful you are with your skull smashed in huh. Or do you want to go from starvation or hypothermia because you’re lost and all alone?”

You were absolutely stunned. He was expecting you to just follow him around the arena like a little puppy, where the only incentive for doing so would be his definition of a merciful death? Before you could tell him where he could shove his alliance, your argument was cut off by the approaching voice of Athena.

“I don’t know what kind of little lover’s quarrel you two have got going on here” you could swear you heard a warning growl from Hoseok “but get your shit together. We can’t have infighting in the alliance, especially before we even get into the arena. You,” a point at Namjoon, “stop treating her like shit. And you,” a point at you, “Stop looking like you’re about to cry. You’re a career for fuck sake, a cold blooded killer. Even though you’re obviously not, you at least need to look like one to scare off the other tributes otherwise you’re going to be the lowest hanging fruit they try and pick off first.”

You stared blankly back as Athena kept talking. The other tributes. You had been so preoccupied thinking about Hoseok and Namjoon’s cruelty, you hadn’t even considered your position without them. By now you were established as a career in the eyes of 18 other tributes, regardless of if you wanted to be one or not. From the past years of the games you knew that the other districts would take any opportunity they could to eliminate a career that somehow wound up on their own.

You were completely and utterly ruined no matter what direction you chose to go.

“Hoseok, Namjoon, you two are coming with me to the obstacle course run for a few hours. We need to do some teamwork after you two had your little dick measuring contest before in the graded courses. You two need to do something to make it look like you’re unified because right now because that’s something other tributes can exploit. Krystal, YN, and Yoongi will go to the rope tying station so YN can help us with knots and show off that she’s actually needed in our alliance to the others”

Namjoon nodded curtly whilst Hoseok clearly looked more annoyed at the idea of being split from you and having to work with the Namjoon. However, he quickly covered his expression and nodded as well. Athena gave each of them a shove on the shoulder to get them moving and they walked off out the hallway and back into the training compound.

You took a deep breath, grateful to have a break from either of their presence before looking between Yoongi and Krystal. They didn’t seem particularly interested in you, their sharp eyes and beautiful features were relaxed into a neutral expression that only suggested boredom. That was perfectly fine with you. As a fisherman’s daughter you were indeed well versed in knots and grateful for the reprise which would allow you to spend some time on something you were actually confident with.

“Alright, show me where the knotting station is”

Note: This story was originally a one shot in my mind and has now reached a planned 6 chapters. Aha. I suck.

Ideally I wanted the 'before the games' section to just be one chapter, but found it was starting to get too long after this reached over 7000 words and I still have the other training days, final assessment/grade out of 12 and the interviews with Caesar to cover (those will be in the next chapter, with the games starting in the update after)

The concept of the assessment came from the 1st movie where Atala (the woman who does that ‘in 2 weeks most of you will be dead’ speech in the training centre) mentions a mandatory assessment, so I just worked with an idea from that.

This chapter hopefully showcases more of Hoseok's Yandere nature along with establishing just how much or a horrible character Namjoon is (I swear I'll do a better fic of Namjoon as the lead soon).

#yandere hoseok #yandere bts #bts x reader #dark bts #dark jhope #y!hoseok #hoseok x reader #yandere bts fic #HUNGER GAMES AU #hoseok fic #hoseok au #hoseok x you #yandere jung hoseok #dark bts au #yandere

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saeyoungs-sunflower · 4 years

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Can you write the whole RFA of its not to difficult please. If that is to hard can you do Jumin, Zen, and Jaehee please. For an S/O who flinches at quick movement around them like they will get hit. No one had ever hit on purpose it’s just an instinct from having high anxiety. I do that personally and it drives my family nuts. If I could control it I would.

Hello! Thank you for your request, lovely anon. I understand how you feel, I’m the same with loud noises. Honestly I bug could fly past my ear and I’ll jump three feet in the air no joke hahaha. I decided to write these as scenarios as it just seemed more appropriate, I hope they’re okay!

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RFA with an MC who flinches easily

Yoosung:

“Yoosung, I did it! I passed!”

You came bursting through the door and Yoosung sprung out of his chair, almost tripping over it in his haste to get to you. Your eyes were beaming as you held the exam paper that you were convinced you had failed, and Yoosung’s heart melted and relief washed over him.

You had studied day and night for that exam, and Yoosung had to tell you to go to take it easy on more than one occasion. He understood how important this exam was for you, of course he did. He was also a college student, after all. But you had been losing your spark and it tore him apart from the inside out to see your light dim.

But boy the spark was back, and it was roaring. You both sat at his dining table as he scanned over the document, his mouth dropping over one particular section.

You had got an A.

You didn’t just pass, you got the highest grade and he thought he was going to combust with pride. That’s his girl.

“MC! This is absolutely amazing! You’re incredible,” he cried, raising his arm up swiftly for a high five.

The arm dropped just as quickly when he saw you flinch away from him.

His mind instantly started racing, his blood boiling. Who the fuck had hit you? Who made you so afraid of an innocent high five? He was going to kill-

“Yoosung, it’s okay! I’m sorry, I didn't mean to do that, it’s just an instinct. You know how I’m always getting spooked by stupid things, it’s like that. Please don't worry, I’m fine.”

You continued to explain and he eventually he understood, and also made a note to try and find more calm ways of expressing his excitement with you. He couldn't bare the thought of you being afraid around him.

Jaehee:

You and Jaehee were cleaning up the dishes after breakfast whilst discussing your plans for the day. It had been the first nice day in weeks, and you both knew you had to do something, go out somewhere. But the problem was, you had been at home for so long that you couldn't decide on where to go.

The weather didn't look great for the following weeks either, so you wanted to do something special, but nothing sprung to mind. A crease formed between Jaehee’s eyebrows as she considered the options intently. Cinema, park, shopping-

Then she had a light-bulb moment.

She was so overcome with excitement that she span around to face you quickly enough that she almost missed how you jumped and turned your face away from her.

But she didn't miss it.

Jaehee’s eyes instantly widened as she started to apologise, but you were very quick to turn it down and explained that you were just always on edge due to your anxiety. It was nothing she or anyone else had done, it was just the way you were.

New plan: spa day.

Jaehee felt that you probably needed a relaxing day, and tried to make it a regular thing for you both in the hopes it would ease your nerves.

Zen:

You and Zen were walking hand-in-hand through the local park, arms swaying slightly as you observed the scenes around you. It was a gorgeous day, and it was strangely nice to see the usually desolate park brimming with energy.

A young boy coyly approached you two, a notebook and pen in hand. He had scuffed up knees and a bandaid on his elbow, and he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact as you both smiled kindly at him, encouraging him to continue.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr Zen…sir, but um…if you wouldn't mind please could sign my notebook? But if you’re too busy I completely understand-!”

Zen chuckled fondly at him, “Don’t be silly, of course I can! What’s your name, buddy?”

You and Zen exchanged looks, a silent conversation that only the two of you could understand. You gave him some space to have a proper conversation with the boy, whilst you went to pet a dog you had spotted moments before.

After the boy had ran back to his mother, a note from Zen in his hand and a grin on his face, Zen noticed a tennis ball on the floor. Picking it up he scanned the park, but couldn't find a notable owner. However, he did see you approaching, waving excitedly.

He couldn't help but smile at you, and a little idea popped into his mind.

“Hey, MC, catch!”

Before you had time to process what he said, Zen threw the ball in your direction. Instinctively, you coiled away and hid your face, a gasp escaping your lips. Luckily, the ball fell just in front of you.

To some, you may have just seemed dramatic or pathetic, but Zen knew you better than that. He was by your side in a flash, “Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking I just-“

“No, Zen it’s okay! You don't need to apologise, you haven't done anything wrong. I've always been like that, it’s just a weird response I’ve developed. You really don't need to worry.”

He listened carefully whilst you told him more, but still felt bad so he bought you ice cream and promised to give you a heads up next time.

Jumin:

Sitting opposite each other on his balcony, you and and Jumin enjoyed a quiet breakfast in the sun. It was his day off, so you both decided to have a slow, easy-going morning. You both had lie-in and cuddled before eventually dragging yourselves out of bed, both your rumbling stomachs indicating that it was probably time to start the day.

Jumin made pancakes, of course, whilst you cut fruit and made tea for the both of you. The quietness between the both of you was comfortable and pleasant, setting the perfect mood for Jumin’s well needed day off.

Jumin felt perfectly tranquil as he watched your face as you looked over the city, eyes darting from building to building. He found you truly fascinating, and always wondered how you found beauty and wonder in everything you saw.

As he watched you he noticed a fly buzzing around your head, which you hadn't seemed to have acknowledged yet. He didn't want it to break you out of your trance, so he took matters into his own and went to swat the bug away. However, you snapped out of it as he went to do so and instantly covered your face with a small yelp.

Jumin halted, his arm still in the air. The only thing that was racing through his head was confusion, mixed with concern, “My love? What is it?”

You let out a small sigh, the tips of your ears turning a subtle rose colour, “Oh, it’s nothing…Sorry, I couldn't help it. I just panicked for a moment-“

Now it was time for Jumin’s heart rate to pick up, “My God, MC I would never-“

“No no Jumin I know you wouldn’t, you've never done anything to make me believe you would either. It was just instinct, it’s because of my anxiety…”

Whilst he understood, Jumin was still concerned. Was your anxiety really so extreme that you were even on edge when he was there?

You continued your quiet day in, but Jumin also suggested that you talk to a professional about your anxiety. There was a limit to how safe he could make you feel on his own, and he hated thinking that you felt the need to be prepared for the worst at any given moment.

Saeyoung:

“Saeyoung, I’m home.”

Saeyoung heard you toss your keys on the kitchen table and the front door click shut. He knew your routine now: you would then hang your coat up, kick your shoes off, go to the bedroom, find a hoodie or sweatshirt of his, put it on and then find him to kiss him hello.

Once you had put on your hoodie of choice, you called out to him but he was nowhere to be seen. You assumed he had gone out to the store down the road, so you decided to sit in the living room and wait for him to get back.

Except, Saeyoung was in the house. He was just hiding.

He had tucked himself behind the door of the living room, preparing to pounce at you the moment you walked in. He had an incredibly boring and frustrating day without you, so he wanted to have a little fun when he finally had you to himself.

He heard your soft footsteps grow louder as you padded towards where he was. As soon as he caught a glimpse of your form, he lunged towards you with a loud “RAR”. He aimed to wrap his arms round you and laugh with you, but he was in for a surprise when he found you on the floor. Your face was buried in the crook of your elbow, your other arm held up in the air defensively.

Saeyoung dropped to floor beside you, carefully reaching his arm out for you, “MC, it’s me! It’s Saeyoung, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you this much. Are you okay?”

You slowly recovered from the ordeal, letting out a chuckle as Saeyoung apologised profusely in a panic. You gently shushed him, “Saeyoung, Saeyoung, it’s fine. Sae-SAEYOUNG,” you finally caught his attention, laughing again at the worry written all over his face. You knew he meant no harm.

“I’m absolutely fine, I promise. I’m just constantly on high-alert, I’ve been like that since I was little. I know you were just having fun, and I know you would never hurt me, so don't look so concerned you silly tomato,” you said with a small smile and a wink.

Jumpscaring then became a Saeran-only-prank.

You and V often enjoyed to paint together when you had a free afternoon. You both had your own set ups in the living room, two easels stood proudly next to the large window that overlooked your well-kept garden.

Today, V finished his painting before you, and glanced over to find you lost in concentration, your eyebrows knitting together and your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip.

V’s chest bubbled with adoration as he studied your features, noting every small quirk and mannerism of yours. He quickly decided he wanted to sketch you like this, even if it was quick and rough, he just wanted to capture this moment in the hopes that one day you would see it and see yourself through his eyes.

He was about halfway through his sketch when he glanced up again, noticing that you had picked up the pace and were painting more rapidly, more expressively than before. The way you moved so swiftly and gracefully left him in awe, but he also saw how you misjudged one movement in your concentration, knocking the glass of paint-water with your elbow.

V clocked it before it started to tilt off the side of the table, moving to catch it easily before it could hit the floor. However, his movement was so rapid that you couldn't control the way you flinched away from him or the yelp that escaped your lips.

Before you even had time to explain, V was spurting out apology after apology, and you even noticed the glisten of unshed tears that started to fill his eyes.

“Oh my God, MC, if I’ve ever done anything to make you think I would…I’m so sorry, please, I would never even think about-“

“Oh Jihyun, of course you haven't done anything, and of course I know that you wouldn’t. You’ve been nothing but kind and gentle towards me. This is just something that I picked up when I was young, nobody knows why, it’s absolutely not your fault. In fact, it’s happened so much less since I’ve been with you, so if anything you've helped me.”

The poor man was still pretty shaken up after that, but he could see where you were coming from. He was pretty jumpy himself, to be honest, so he made an effort to make your shared home as tranquil as he could after that day,

He also suggested meditation, which actually ended up helping you both a little bit.

Saeran:

Arguments weren't uncommon for the two of you, and you actually knew to expect that before you became a couple. He’d spent most of his life not having his own voice, so it was natural that he wasn't practised in expressing his wants and needs in the best way all the time. You helped him with this, and he improved very quickly.

Today’s argument was a tad more heated though.

You both had a rough day, so your tolerance for each other was particularly low. He was angry because you had spent the day with Zen, and you were angry because the reason you were with Zen was because he had hit a rough patch in his career and needed support. Basically, he was upset because he couldn't see you, and you were upset because he was upset. You were also upset because you seeing your friends struggle and hurt had its toll on you, and all you needed right now was your boyfriend’s affection and support. But instead, he was yelling at you which only raised your anxiety-level.

Your own anxiety was not something you had discussed with him, since Saeran had only recently recovered and you didn’t want him to have something else to worry about. You knew he needed to know, Saeyoung told you so too, but you just never found a good time to bring it up.

But now it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

Saeran still found it hard to control his emotions, and sometimes said things he didn’t mean when he got especially worked up, like today. His voice rose higher and higher, until something in him snapped.

“If you care about him so much why don’t you just go be his girlfriend instead,” he growled, throwing his arm to point at the door behind you.

The scream ripped through apartment as you crouched on the floor, hugging yourself with one arm and shielding yourself with the other.

Saeran was frozen in place as he looked down at your crumpled form, completely paralysed by your reaction. Saeyoung rushed into the room and was by your side in an instant, having clearly been listening to your argument and readying himself to intervene should things escalate. Which, apparently they did.

Finally understanding the situation, Saeran forcefully tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat, “Jesus Christ, MC. I didn’t…I wouldn’t…I’m sorry I-“

“Saeran, it’s okay. I know you weren't going to hit me. I just…it’s hard to explain.”

“Please — if you don't mind —please explain. I…I want to understand, I want to help…”

You agreed and all three of you sat together on the couch, though Saeran was suddenly aware of his every movement.

You reassured him, he apologised. You both explained properly why you were upset in the first place. You both understood each other.

It was a horrible situation for you both, but you were both stronger for it.

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I’m sorry if these are all a bit similar, but I hope they were what you were looking for! Take care anon and thank you again for the request! <33

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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Lover

Mark X Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Genre: Extremely cheesy fluff

A/N: I’ve written this over four or five months ago I have a tendency to listen to a song, get inspired, start writing an imagine, getting writer’s block and never finishing it. I probably have like 20 other imagines that are unfinished BUT THAT’S OKAY I hope you enjoy this imagine it’s based on Lover by Taylor Swift.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January This is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my loverWe could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em allCan I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my lover

You wish you could say it was the sun that woke you up, but the tangle of limbs is what actually stirred you awake. There was nothing wrong with getting up early. In fact, you loved waking up in the wee hours of the morning. Especially because it gave you more time to cuddle with and admire your devastatingly handsome boyfriend. However, when you turned around, you were faced with not one, but two bodies. Neither of which belonged to your boyfriend.

You chuckled at the sight of the two younger boys and remembered that all six of Mark’s friends were sleeping over at your shared apartment. It was normal for them to come over. Your apartment was the gathering place for their group of friends and you were pretty sure it was because you and Mark were the only ones who would actually clean up after everyone. This was the first time all six of them actually slept over and when Mark first told you of the plans, you were curious as to how they would all fit in your tiny space.

Your apartment wasn’t all that big, but you liked it. It was a good enough size for both you and your boyfriend and Mark claimed that since it was small, it would give him an excuse to always be near you. Before you could wonder where he was, the tight grip on your waist answered your question for you. Like your apartment, your bed wasn’t all that big either, so you stifled a laugh at the thought of all four of you fitting on top.

Yugyeom had Bambam pressed up against his chest and you wish you had your phone in that moment to document the cute scene in front of you. In attempts to not wake your boyfriend up, you slowly turned around and placed a soft kiss on his nose. Your fingers gently traced along his handsome features and slowly made their way in to his hair. The two of you have been together for more than three years now and no matter how many times you’ve woken up next to him, you could never get used to the blush that would rise on your cheeks at just the mere sight of him.

After a while, you retracted your hand from his hair and giggled when he quickly searched for your hand and brought it back to his head. “Good morning to you too.” He grinned widely at you all the while his eyes were still closed. He pulled you closer to his body and attempted to kiss you but you turned your head.

“Babyyyyy what are you doing? Kiss meeeee.” You hid your face in his neck and smiled against his jaw.

“Go brush your teeth first and then we have ourselves a deal.” He pouted adorably at you and before he could retaliate, you heard a groan coming from being you.

“You guys are so cute it’s disgusting. Will you hurry up and go brush your teeth so she can finally kiss you and you can stop complaining? I’m trying to get some sleep here.” Mark playfully threw a pillow at the youngest boy causing him to fall off of the bed. Both your and your boyfriend’s laughter engulfed the room and soon you felt another pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“If you take too long maybe she’ll end up kissing me..OW..The two of you are so abusive! You’re perfect for each other!” BamBam rubbed the side of his stomach where you elbowed him and you took this time to get up and prepare to start the day. You joined your boyfriend in the bathroom where you snickered at how roughly he was brushing his teeth. Once he spit and rinsed his mouth, he immediately pulled you in to his chest and connected your lips together.

“Mmm, definitely worth the wait. Are you alright with hanging out with the guys today? If not, I can kick them all out.” You shook your head whilst wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love having them over. They’re all practically family to me and I know how much it means to you that they’re here. But if you want them to leave, I’m fine with anything you want to do.” He nodded while stealing a few more kisses and heading back in to your room.

“How did you guys even end up in here? I could’ve sworn the two of you were in the living room right before we went to sleep.” Yugyeom gave you a knowing look and because you knew exactly what he was trying to get at, you rolled your eyes in irritation.

“There wasn’t enough room for us to sleep! Your Christmas tree takes up the entire living room and it’s already the middle of January. You guys should take it down. Christmas was three weeks ago! I’m tired of drinking eggnog whenever I come over here-“ You glared at him and he was quick to stick his hands out in surrender.

“Well, maybe if you guys spent as much time at your own places like you do at ours, you would have more beverage choices to choose from.” Bambam got up from the bed and stretched before walking over to you and playfully pulling you in to his embrace.

“We’re not complaining. We love your Christmas tree, the stale cookies and the empty stockings..OW..I’M OUT OF HERE.” The two boys headed back in to your living room and Mark picked you up bridal style and placed you back in to bed.

“Baby, what are you doing? The guys-“ He placed a long kiss on your lips in attempts to silence you and began leaving chaste kisses along your jaw.

“Maybe we should kick them out. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you as per usual. I don’t think they’re going to be okay with listening to all the noises you’re going to make as I have my way with you.” He continued his ministrations and you felt heat building up in your stomach but before the two of you could continue, you smelt something burning coming from the living room. You pushed your boyfriend off of you while immediately running out of your room and almost screamed at the sight.

“What is going on here?!” Jackson and Youngjae pointed their fingers at each other as you saw smoke surrounding your kitchen.

“He did it!” You marched towards the two boys and yanked the spatula out of Jackson’s hand. It was obvious that the two of them were attempting to make pancakes. Key word, attempting. But neither of them thought of putting oil or butter in the pan before pouring in the batter, causing the pancake to stick to the pan. The two boys ended up burning the pancake to a crisp.

“We um..we wanted to eat pancakes.” You released a heavy sigh. Before you could scold them, your boyfriend took his place behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well I wanted to eat y/n but the two of you just had to put our apartment at risk..OW..babe what was that for?!” You rolled your eyes at his vulgar comment and took the pan away from Jackson while emptying the burnt contents in to the trash can. You released an exasperated sigh and made your way to the fridge to see what else you could cook up for the guys.

“Hmph, it seems that we have no breakfast food babe.” Mark frowned and turned around to his friends.

“Alright. Which one of you fuckers is coming with me to get some food? How about the pancake burners?” You snickered at his words while Youngjae and Jackson whined.

“I’ll go with you baby.” Mark grinned at you while shaking his head. Everywhere Mark went, you followed and vice versa. The two of you were extremely clingy when it came to one another. One time Mark went on a trip for a work conference and you found yourself tagging along because neither of you could stay away from the other for more than a couple of days.

“As much as I want to take you with me, I don’t trust these losers in our apartment. They might just burn it down while we’re away. But thank you for your offer baby.” This earned your boyfriend a playful pout from you, but you knew he was right. Before you could speak up, Jinyoung brought up a very smart idea.

“Why don’t we go out to eat instead? Those two losers can pay for breakfast.” The room erupted in laughter from all but Youngjae and Jackson. When everyone agreed with going out to eat, you and Mark went to get ready as the guys stayed in the living room, waiting for you two to finish.

“No funny business in there! I’m already hungry as it is.” Mark threw a pillow at Bambam before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“You know y/n, we can just let them go to breakfast without us. Everything I could want for breakfast is right in this room. The only cake I want to eat, is yours..OW! Will you stop being so violent?” You playfully pushed his chest in attempts to have him go get ready before you heard any more complaints. Once you were both done changing, he pulled you in to his embrace and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Beautiful. As always. Shall we?” You nodded in agreement and headed out in to the living room. The guys were planning on where they wanted to eat and who was driving. Mark scoffed when he heard his name being offered as one of the drivers.

“No way! I’m always the driver. Plus, you guys should be driving me and my lady since we’ve been such amazing hosts and shown you nothing but the best hospitality..that’s it. The next person who hits me is paying for everyone’s meal today.” Yugyeom and Bambam snickered whilst running towards the door. After what felt like forever, Jinyoung and Jaebum decided to be the ones to drive because they knew no one else was going to offer to do so. If they kept bickering, it would be lunch by the time you all came to an agreement.

“I call riding with Jinyoung! I refuse to even get near Jaebum and a moving vehicle after what happened last time. Whoever decided it was a good idea to give you your license was an idiot.” BamBam hid behind Yugyeom before Jaebum could say or do anything to the younger boy.

“I don’t care whose driving, as long as I’m not in the car with the lovebirds. Their horny asses can never keep their hands off of each other and I’d like to keep my appetite thank you very much.” Both you and your boyfriend flicked Jackson on the forehead as you headed towards Jinyoung’s car.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a breathtakingly beautiful girlfriend to keep your hands on. Keep making snide comments and I’ll make sure to rack up the bill with a bunch of shit I won’t even eat.” You, Mark, BamBam and Youngjae got in to Jinyoung’s car while Jackson and Yugyeom got in to Jaebum’s. Like any other situation that involved being around Mark’s friends, the car ride was extremely loud but very entertaining to say the least. The boys sang almost every song that came on the radio and bickered about who they felt was going to with the Super Bowl. You couldn’t help but laugh when your boyfriend and BamBam began to argue about pancakes and waffles.

Back when you and Mark first started dating, you were nervous to meet his friends because you knew how much they meant to each other and you wanted them all to approve of you dating their older friend. You weren’t expecting for them to take you in with open arms on the first day Mark introduced you to them, yet that was exactly what they all did. They were all very friendly and made it aware that you were no longer just dating Mark, you now had six other boyfriends because in Jackson’s words “you date one of us, you date all of us.”

It didn’t take long for you to become close with the other guys and it came to a point where you’d go and hang out with them without Mark being there. They were like brothers to you and Mark was very happy that his favorite girl and some of his favorite people seemed to be getting along extremely well.

A little more than half an hour later, the five of you pulled in to the parking lot of a restaurant you all frequented and Mark was quick to intertwine your fingers together before you could even get out of the car. You smiled up at him and stole a chaste kiss from the corner of his lips before letting him take the lead towards the restaurant.

“Damn Mark, let the poor girl breathe would you? Can’t you go at least five minutes without having to even touch her—“

“No. Now shut up before I tell the waitress that all you get is water.” After meeting up with the rest of the guys and making your way in to the restaurant, the 8 of you squished your way in to a booth and began to look over the menu.

“Oooh they have new items. Mark look! They have green tea pancakes! Wait—they even have guava cream filled waffles and peanut butter crepes—what? Why are you looking at me like that?” Mark giggled before placing a soft kiss on your nose.

“Sorry babe, you’re just really cute. Did you maybe want to share two different items so that you can try more than one?” Your boyfriend was always extremely thoughtful and considerate whenever it came to you. He’d always sacrifice and compromise things in order to make you smile. If the two of you disagreed on something or couldn’t come to an agreement, he’d always give in to you because at the end of the day, as long as you were happy so was he.

“Only if you want to Mark. If you already had another entree in mind then that’s totally fine. We can come again for breakfast next week too.” The entire table erupted in groans causing both you and Mark to roll your eyes in annoyance.

“I don’t know why we go out with you guys it’s always like you’re on a date by yourselves everywhere we go. You even make grocery shopping all adorable and romantic it’s disgusting.” Before you could make a comment, the waitress came by to see if everybody was ready to order.

“How about this babe, we’ll get the pancakes and the crepes and I’ll just order a side of eggs and bacon. Then we’ll both be getting what we want.” You nodded in agreement before handing your menu to the waitress. Unfortunately, all of her attention seemed to be directed right at your boyfriend in more than a friendly way. It was obvious that she found him attractive by the way she couldn’t stop smiling at him and the sight made your blood boil.

You weren’t one to get jealous easily, especially because Mark never failed to show you and tell you on a daily basis just how much he loved you and how you meant everything to him. You couldn’t blame the waitress for practically drooling over him. Mark was a sight for sore eyes. Everything about him was perfect from his pretty, almond shaped eyes to his plump, heart shaped lips and his cute little button nose. But it was obvious that the two of you were a couple and you weren’t stupid, she was practically undressing him with her eyes and you weren’t having any of it.

“We’ll have the green tea pancakes, peanut butter crepes and a side of eggs and bacon.” The gentle caress against your thigh broke you out of your thoughts and it was then that you noticed she was talking to you. You were quick to pick up on the way that she was looking at you with both jealousy and disgust but you didn’t care. Mark made it aware that the two of you were together yet she still didn’t seem to get the hint.

“How would you like your eggs babe?” You had a feeling something was up because Mark knew you preferred your eggs over easy. He brought his lips up to your ear and whispered softly, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “Sunny side up, scrambled, over easy or fertilized?” Your eyes widened in shock and you could only hope no one else heard his cheeky little remark. He erupted in laughter when he saw your blank facial expression causing everyone to look at you in confusion.

“She likes her eggs over easy, I’ll have mine sunny side up please.” When the waitress finally finished taking everyone’s orders and went on her way, you shoved Mark and gave him a knowing look. “What? I thought that was good and by the blush on your face I’m assuming it’s affecting you. Don’t worry babe, I’ll fertilize your eggs once we get out of here.” He placed a chaste kiss under your ear before turning the other direction and starting a conversation with Jaebum leaving you both confused and a little turned on.

Breakfast went off without a hitch. To your delight but the dismay of everyone else, Mark took his time in cutting your food for you and even feeding you from time to time. You knew he didn’t mean to baby you, he just enjoyed being able to take care of you whenever he could. The boys would throw in complaints and a few snide remarks but it was all in good fun. For more than two hours, you all talked about anything and everything your hearts desired. It wasn’t like you hardly ever got to see each other. In fact, you felt like you saw them more than you did your actual family but you weren’t complaining. You loved those six other boys like they were your family.

When Jinyoung felt like you all have been there for longer than you should have, he brought it to everyone’s attention that it was time to go. “Shall we head back to Mark and y/n’s place now?” Your boyfriend immediately shook his head before anyone else could speak up.

“Y/n and I have plans for the rest of the day, so you guys go wreck another one of your apartments.” The guys erupted in upset sighs but were quick to raise their eyebrows at you and your boyfriend once they assumed they knew what your so called plans consisted of.

“Y’all are going to have sex aren’t you—STOP HITTING ME!” Jackson began to rub the left side of his shoulder where Mark whacked him and pushed him out of the booth. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight and before you knew it, Mark was pulling you close to him while wrapping his arm around your lower waist.

“He’s right though. I plan on making love to my beautiful girl for the rest of the day. What? You can’t look like that and expect me not to want to rearrange your guts later. You know what that dress does to me. I’m kind of upset you wore it in front of the guys but I can’t wait to teach you a lesson once we get home.” Although you playfully rolled your eyes at his comment, the warm sensation between your thighs made you want him to take you right then and there in the parking lot.

As you said your goodbyes to Jaebum, Jackson and Yugyeom, you and the four other guys made your way back in to Jinyoung’s car. Mark was quick to pull you next to him to prevent Youngjae and BamBam from keeping you away from him. Once you all got settled in and Jinyoung began to drive away, you placed your head on Mark’s shoulder and started to play with his fingers.

There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe the love you had for Mark. Sometimes you’d have a hard time believing he was real and that he was all yours. You don’t know what you did to deserve the devastatingly handsome man who’s arms you were currently wrapped in, but you’d do it again in this lifetime and every one after that if it meant having Mark for the rest of your days. Since you’ve been together for quite a while, your boyfriend was quick to pick up on your change of mood. It was obvious something was on your mind with how you were playing with his fingers in a suspicious manner and as much as he hated to pry because he never wanted you feeling uncomfortable, he wouldn’t be able to do anything knowing that there was something you were hiding from him.

“Babe?” You hummed against his chest before looking up at him with a soft smile. “Everything okay? Tired?” You shook your head in disagreement and stole a chaste kiss from the corner of his lips.

“I’m fine. I just love you. So much. You’re my favorite person Mark. My lover. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for all that you’ve done for me and continue to do for me. That is all.” He lowered his fingers down to your chin and brought your face up to his in order to connect your lips together in a passionate kiss.

“You deserve the entire world and more baby and I plan on giving it to you as long as time permits me to. I can’t even fathom in to words how much I love you. You’re my everything baby. It’s you and me forever.” You placed one more kiss on his chest before returning back to your previous position.

“Remind me to never sit back here with these two ever again. If they’re not horny and practically eye fucking each other, they’re being all sentimental and lovey dovey and shit and to be honest with you I don’t know which one is worse. Okay that’s it! For your wedding gift you’re both getting toilet paper and not the good kind. You’re getting the sand paper shit—Mark control your woman would you?”

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our union is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, lying to keep - chapter eight

you’ve all heard of ‘pretending to be married when you’re not’, now get ready for ‘actually married but pretending you’re not’

When Tohru and Kyo accidentally find themselves married, they must keep their new union a secret from their friends and family. That’s easier said than done when you’re both newlywed dorks who just want to spend some quality time with one another whilst said friends and family are always one step away from discovering the truth.

in case you missed it, i posted the spicier chapter 7.5 - king of my heart, body and soul over on ao3 . it's definitely not necessary to read it before this one or even at all, but it is there if you're interested <3

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Kyo felt euphoric.

He’d been walking around all morning, feeling as if he was floating on air and smiling to himself like a complete idiot.

It was a little ridiculous if he was being honest, but he was much too happy to care. So much to the point where even the possibility of bumping into Shigure did nothing to put a damper on his exuberant mood.

He was currently flipping pancakes with his wife cosied up beside him and the entire moment was idyllic. If it was possible to live in a single moment for the rest of time, Kyo would be hard pressed to find a better one than this.

It was quiet, and it was peaceful, and it was them.

“So,” he started, sliding the fluffy cakes off the pan and splitting them between two plates. “Any idea what we should do today?” He knocked the plates in her direction as he spoke, ready for Tohru to decorate.

Tohru’s brows furrowed in thought as she threw fruit over the top and began to bury their breakfast in icing sugar, just the way she liked. “Actually, I have one thing I’d like.”

Kyo rounded behind her, locking his hands on her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “What is it?” he hummed against her skin, pausing to lift his head as she turned to look at him.

“I was hoping we could maybe walk along the cliffs today?” she said. Her words tilted up into a question as she turned back to the pancakes, sifting the sweet powder liberally over the top. “I know you really like hiking, so I thought it might be fun for us to go together.”

Kyo smiled involuntarily, his chest warming at the thought she’d put into her choice. He loved hiking – he had done ever since Master Kazuma had first shown him there was a freedom to be found beyond the Sohma’s – and the fact that Tohru remembered made him love it just that much more.

He pressed a light kiss to her temple for her thoughtfulness before indulging in trailing a few more down her cheek. His face heated at the memory of the night before when he reached her neck and he sighed softly, releasing her as he stepped back.

He hoped she hadn’t noticed the way his face was burning as he retreated to the table to recover. “You done over there?” he asked a moment later.

“Um,” Tohru hummed, shaking another layer of icing sugar on the pancakes for good measure before placing it down. “Yes. All done!” she exclaimed brightly, lifting the plates and placing them effortlessly onto the table.

“Here, let me,” Kyo said as he stood and proceeded to pull out a chair. Tohru seemed momentarily surprised, but she smiled and pecked his cheek in thanks as she seated herself. “These look amazing by the way,” he added, taking a seat beside her.

“I might have gone a little overboard with the sugar,” Tohru admitted with a shy smile, nudging the thick layer of white with her fork.

“Ah, I’m sure it’ll taste just fine,” Kyo said, and without any more hesitation he dug in before his stomach could betray just how hungry he actually was. He’d demolished almost half of his plate when Tohru knocked his foot with her own.

“Huh,” he said, mouth full of pancake and berries as he glanced towards Tohru. He hurriedly finished his bite as he noticed her curious expression. “What’s up?”

She was fiddling nervously with the ring around her neck again, refusing to put it on properly in case they accidently bumped into Akito and Shigure again on their trip. But more than that, Kyo noticed she had barely touched her food, and she loved pancakes.

“I just realised,” she said quietly. “You don’t have one. Her honey brown eyes watched him cautiously, as if she was unsure on how to proceed.

Kyo frowned for a moment, confused by what she meant when he noticed that she was still clutching at her neck. “Do you mean a ring?” he asked, tilting his head towards her own.

“I do,” she said with a simple nod.

“Don’t be silly. Of course I have one,” Kyo said, his lips twitching into a half smile.

Tohru cocked her head to the side as she took in his words, her face scrunching up in disbelief. Kyo only shook his head at her ridiculous expression before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

He pulled out a piece of small paper from within, thin and folded flat. Opening it out, he revealed one of the two delicate paper rings they’d received at the shrine on that fateful day they had been married.

“Oh,” she gasped, hands flying to her mouth, her eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears. “Kyo, you kept it?”

“Course,” he replied simply. “Why do you look sorta upset by that?”

“It’s not that,” she said softly. Kyo reached over to brush a thumb against her cheek, prompting her to go on, but Tohru only reached for his right arm in answer. Her gentle fingers traced the band of skin that circled his wrist, lighter than the rest.

Her eyes met his, warm and caring.

“Would,” she started softly, her voice almost a whisper – as if he were some wild animal that would be spooked back into the wilderness with a slight misstep. “Would wearing an actual ring remind you too much of your Juzu beads?”

But Kyo was past those days. He lifted her fingers from his wrist, entwining them with his own instead. He was done running from his past and everything else he had faced, and he would prove that to her a hundred times over if he had to.

“No, I wouldn’t,” he admitted, meeting her intense gaze with one he hoped conveyed just how serious he was.

Kyo really wasn’t a huge fan of wearing anything that wasn’t immediately necessary.

Most of the time all it did was interfere with his training and teaching. But wearing a ring to remind himself that someone out there loved him just as much as he loved them - that Tohru even loved him at all - that was something he could tolerate the irritation for without question.

“I’d wear anything if it was from you,” he told her. “Even those dumb crown-like things that sit on your head or whatever.”

Even the beads.

“They’re called tiara’s, silly. But … if I got you one, would you wear it?”

“Would I actually wear a tiara? Course,” Kyo joked, unable to help but make light of the situation.

“The ring, Kyo,” Tohru corrected with a shake of her head, a hopeful smile flickering on her face. He nodded softly, biting on his bottom lip to keep his own nerves at bay.

“Sure.”

“Really?” she said, her voice rising a few octave as she bounced in her chair like an excitable puppy.

“Of course, really.”

Tohru smiled brightly, untangling her fingers from his only to smoosh his cheeks together with a giggle of pure delight. “Kyo, I’m going to find the most perfect ring. Just you wait!”

“You’re such a dork,” he murmured, the words barely coherent as he interrupted her rambling to mimic the gesture on her. Her cheeks were soft and warm, and her lips were-

“Ah, good! You’re both awake.”

Kyo and Tohru jumped apart from one in another with embarrassed flushes, ears tinged pink as they spotted Shigure loitering by the hallway, a knowing smirk plastered onto his smug face.

“I must admit, I was a little worried I’d find you both in a flattering state of undress. But, it seems I find you in another sort of intimate … whatever it is you were doing to each other just then,” he said flapping his hand in their direction.

“If the thought crossed your mind, why did you let yourself in without a warning?!” Kyo growled, already regretting his earlier thoughts. As it turned out, Shigure was too powerful.

Nothing could stop him from ruining a person’s day after all.

“I could smell pancakes,” the man said simply, as if that completely excused his barging in unannounced.

“Leave,” Kyo seethed at the man’s flippant response. “Put the spare key on the table and get … out.”

“Now, now Kyo. That’s no way to speak to your elder.”

“You’ve done nothing to deserve being treated like one! Why are you even here?”

“Now there’s a question,” Shigure said, lacking all subtlety as he bounded across the room and draped himself across the sofa. “I do come bearing news actually. I just had an unexpected call from Kazuma, so I came to let you know you’re probably going to have to cut your little vacay short.”

“What did he call you about?” Kyo asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at the older man.

“Oh, who even knows. Something about some important announcement or other.”

“Announcement?” Tohru said with surprise. “I wonder what it could be?”

“Wait,” Kyo said slowly, a horrible feeling creeping into his bones. “Isn’t … Hanajima in Tokyo right now?”

“I think so,” Tohru clarified, her easy smile betraying that she had no idea about the turmoil her simple answer was putting him through.

“I’m going to go call Master,” Kyo said hurriedly, doing his best to hide his alarm as a certain terrible thought surfaced in his mind, hauntingly menacing as it had been back when he’d been at school.

With his phone ringing at his ear and quick ruffle of Tohru’s hair, he retreated to the hallway, his remaining breakfast sitting on the counter forgotten.

“Hello, Kyo.” Master’s voice was bright and cheerful, and the smile Kyo could hear in his words did nothing to assuage his fear. “What a coincidence, I was just about to call you.”

“Master, are you getting married to Saki Hanajima!?” Kyo blurted out, unable to form even a hello without first getting out the only question in his mind. He listened on in wide-eyed silence as a low chuckle came down the line.

“Master?” Kyo prodded, his brows furrowing.

“Kyo, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all week,” Master said, still chuckling. “And believe me, I’ve heard some pretty unbelievable things this week.”

The red headed boy sighed in relief.

“Well that makes two of us,” Kyo murmured, glancing back at the room to see Tohru talking animatedly with Shigure. “But then why were you going to call? I mean, Shigure said you had an announcement, but to be honest I thought he was just lying.”

“Well, even Shigure tells the truth when it suits him I suppose,” Master said cryptically. “I actually do have something to tell you, but I’m afraid you’ll have to make your way to visit this old man to find out what it is. He did mention that you were off for a few days so I hope you can make it.”

“Of course,” Kyo started before remembering that he wasn’t just talking about himself anymore. “I mean, I need to talk to Tohru about it first but, we’ll do our best.”

“As you should Kyo. I’m glad to see you’re taking good care of her.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, not sure how to respond without telling the only father he’d ever really had the biggest news of his life.

“Well, I should go. Be sure to let me know about tomorrow Kyo, it’ll be great to have the two of you stay over. It really is quite important so do try your best.”

“Yeah, we will. Bye Da-” Kyo started before the rest of the phrase dried up in his throat. “See ya Master,” he finished lamely, wondering if he’d ever be able to call the man what he deserved.

He heard Kazuma sigh softly down the phone before a sharp click disconnected their call. Someday soon, he told himself. Someday soon.

“Why are you still here?” Kyo groaned, directing his words at Shigure as he returned. His bad mood flared instantly at the sight of the man. “Don’t you have a fiancé to take care of?”

“Don’t you?”

“Tohru’s not my fiancé,” Kyo blurted absently.

“Ah of course,” Shigure said, thankfully completely missing Kyo’s point and turning to Tohru with an air of disappointment. “How could I forget. My humblest apologies dear.”

“Get out Shigure,” Kyo seethed.

Shigure stood to leave, an immovable pout on his face as he began to make his way towards the front door. “Well I hate to love you and leave you, but I did promise Akito I would take her to a lovely restaurant today. I guess this is goodbye for now.”

“Goodbye Shigure-san. Say hello to Akito from us.”

“Oh, I’ll be sure to. You two take care now,” Shigure said smugly as he disappeared from view, leaving the front door wide open in his wake, a testament to his lasting presence. Kyo sighed as he stomped over to close and lock the door, wondering if Shigure had bothered to drop his spare key inside or not.

“Was everything okay with Master?” Tohru asked when he returned to the kitchen. She was in the process of clearing away their breakfast plates and she plucked a strawberry from her own plate before turning to him.

“Oh, yeah everything was fine. Um, he actually has some news to share with us, but he wants us there in Tokyo with him tomorrow to tell us.”

“Oh, tomorrow?” Tohru said her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “How exciting!”

“Yeah but do you really want to go? I mean, it is really short notice.”

“Of course I do Kyo. It’s Master! He must have some very big news to share if he wants us there so soon.”

“Yeah,” Kyo said warmly. “He was excited about having us stay with him. We could even go and see your grandpa while we’re there if you like. It’s been a while since you saw him, right?”

“Yes, it has. I really would like to see him soon.”

“Then, it’s settled that we’re going tomorrow?” Kyo asked, reaching for her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. The last thing he wanted to do was make her do something she didn’t really want to.

Tohru leaned over to nudge her nose against his and the excitement in her smile soothed his reservations immediately. “It’s settled.”

... xxx ...

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Golden Slumbers

Pairings: Virgil & Remus & Janus Summary: For Virgil, Thomas spending Christmas with family up north feels like a nightmare of having to keep Thomas from humiliating himself. When he finds Deceit unconscious in the hallway, it becomes a whole different kind of nightmare.With no idea what's wrong with him, and with Remus no help, Virgil must turn to the only other people who might know what to do: The Light Sides. Notes: For the square "Trying To Wake Them Up" from my @badthingshappenbingo card.

Thanks to everyone on the Discord who cheered me on, and special thanks to @ancient-light for coming up with the title!

Masterpost - Read on AO3!

It was too damn cold.

Virgil grumbled to himself as he tried to find something warmer to wear, before giving up and deciding to just take the whole duvet with him. Whatever, the only people who would see him were Remus and Deceit, and he didn’t care what they thought of him.

It had been cold for days, ever since Thomas and his parents had arrived at his aunt’s house, which was up north. And Virgil had been working overtime, keeping Thomas safe, making sure he didn’t make a fool of himself, letting him know which of his cousins hated him. He’d spent the whole flight up by Thomas’ side, reminding him of everything that could go wrong so that he wouldn’t get complacent, wouldn’t relax so much that when the plane crashed he’d be unable to save himself.

And then there was Deceit, who wasn’t doing nearly enough. Thomas had almost told his aunt what he really thought of her cooking because Deceit hadn’t been there to stop him. It was only Virgil that managed to keep his mouth shut, and when Virgil had complained about, Deceit had snapped that he was worrying too much. Somehow, that conversation had ended with Virgil storming off to his room.

Deceit had better apologise to him today.

Virgil only made it partway down the hall before he tripped over something solid. He pushed himself up quickly, just in case whatever tripped him was about to try to eat him, and froze.

Deceit was curled in on himself, eyes closed and completely still.

What the hell was he doing asleep in the hallway?

Virgil reached out and shook Deceit gently. No response. He shook harder.

“Wake up, asshole, you tripped me up,” he said.

Still, nothing. Panic began to clutch at his chest; was Deceit even breathing? There had been a school assembly about what to do in an emergency, hadn’t there? What had that said?

He pressed two fingers against Deceit’s neck, but he had no idea where the pulse was even meant to be. The speaker had said something about checking the breathing, right? Virgil was pretty sure she’d recommended using a mirror, but there weren’t any mirrors in the corridor. He placed his hand just above Deceit’s face and waited.

For an eternity, there was nothing, and then Deceit’s breath tickled against his skin. Virgil relaxed, but only slightly. That still didn’t explain why Deceit was still asleep, or why he’d passed out in the first place.

Virgil draped the duvet over Deceit, because his skin was cold to the touch. He sat back, and stared. Everything was too quiet, too still, and he couldn’t bear it.

“Remus,” Virgil called.

Remus’ door swung open instantly.

“What is it?” Remus asked. “Want me to show you how to hang from the ceiling? Or how about I-” He trailed off when he saw Virgil and Deceit.

“I don’t care what you do,” Virgil said, “Just wake him up.”

Remus shook Deceit; he shouted at him, he made a variety of loud and disturbing noises. They even threw water on top of him, because it always worked in the movies, but all it did was make Deceit unconscious and wet.

Finally, they carried him into his room and lay him on his bed.

“It could be a curse,” Remus said, from where he was standing on the ceiling. “True loves molestation or something.”

“It’s meant to be true loves kiss,” Virgil corrected. “And how would he get cursed, anyway?”

Remus shrugged. “Beats me. Maybe it’s not a curse; maybe he’s stuck like this forever. Hey! Maybe this is going to be what happens to all of us when Thomas stops needing us.”

“Thomas needs us,” Virgil insisted.

“Sure, until he figures out a way to not need us anymore. Then he’s going to get rid of us, and it’ll just be the goody-two-shoes. Do you think he’ll stay here or will he fade away? Or maybe he’ll starve and starve until he dies.”

“Stop!” Virgil shouted, and Remus fell silent.

He rubbed his hands across his face. Remus could be right. It wasn’t like either of them knew what they were doing, what if they tried something and it made things worse? What if they had to watch Deceit waste away, until he was gone completely?

If it was one of them, Deceit would know what to do. But Virgil wasn’t any good at coming up with ideas, and Remus was too good at it. And now he was going to die, all because he was stuck with the two of them.

Unless he wasn’t stuck with them.

“I have an idea,” Virgil said.

Remus tilted his head. “Is it a good idea?”

Virgil laughed ruefully. “Not really.”

“Good! Good ideas are boring.”

Virgil took a breath. “I’m going to find help. You stay here and look after him.”

Remus looked curious, but Virgil didn’t wait long enough for him to start asking questions. If Virgil told him what he was planning, Remus would tell him all the ways that it was a stupid idea, and then Virgil would agree with him. Right now, Virgil needed to be brave, and the only way for him to do that was to not think.

So he didn’t hesitate before stepping out the door of the house, and into the strange, empty space behind it. In the distance, he could make out the bright red and blue paint of the other door. Virgil took a step forward, and the door was suddenly a lot closer; another step, and he was half way there. By the fourth step, he had reached the door, and was able to see that the paint was pristine, unlike the door to his house, which was cracked and peeling.

Virgil raised his hand to knock, and then stopped. Here, in the space between spaced, his thoughts came flooding back.

He’d only ever spoken with the Light Sides in the real world, whilst protecting Thomas from whatever hare brained scheme Princey had come up with. He’d never sought them out, and he’d certainly never asked them for help.

They probably wouldn’t listen. They’d probably tell him to get lost, because why would you help your enemy. But Deceit would die if Virgil didn’t do this, and if they didn’t want to help, then maybe he could offer them something in return.

Steeling himself, he knocked twice at the door, and then waited. For a long time, there was just the silence of the void, and he figured that they probably weren’t going to answer. Why would they? Virgil wouldn’t, if one of them came knocking.

Before Virgil could turn away, though, the door slid slowly open, and a face peered out. Virgil heart sunk immediately. Out of all of them, it just had to be Princey.

Princey didn’t look any happier to see him. “What do you want?”

Virgil hunched his shoulders and did his best to convey don’t mess with me in a look. “I want to speak to Logic,” he said.

Princey’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”

“Let me speak to Logic and I’ll tell you.”

Creativity looked about to slam the door in his face, but then someone said something further inside the house, and Creativity sighed and pulled the door fully open.

“It’s Anxiety,” he called.

Someone stepped into the hallway behind Creativity. Morality.

“Oh, Anxiety,” he said, fiddling with the sleeves of the cardigan around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“He wants to see Logic, apparently,” Creativity said before Virgil could answer. “It’s probably a trick. We should just get rid of him.”

“He is standing right here,” Virgil snapped.

“Logics inside,” Morality said, and he gave Virgil a shaky smile. “Why don’t you come in?”

Virgil glanced suspiciously at Princey, who crossed his arms and scowled, but didn’t say anything. Virgil figured he probably wasn’t going to chop his head off when Morality was right there.

Creativity twitched slightly when Virgil stepped over the threshold, but he didn’t make any movement. So far, so good.

Inside was warmer and brighter than their house, and the smell of pancakes hung in the air, making Virgil’s mouth water. It was as perfect as their stupid lives.

Morality led the way into the kitchen, where Logic was sat at the table, which was piled high with pancakes.

“We were just having breakfast,” Morality said. “Do you want any, Anxiety?”

Virgil shook his head, even though the smell of pancakes made his mouth water. He’d spent enough time around Remus to know not to accept food someone else had made. Besides, he had a job to do.

“Well, there’s Logic,” Creativity said sharply. “Now tell us what you’re doing here.”

Morality frowned but didn’t say anything.

Logic tilted his head, turning his intense gaze to Virgil. “You were looking for me? Why?”

No point in stalling now. He kind of wished he could speak to Logic alone, away from Creativity and Morality, but there was no way Creativity would allow that.

“I need your help,” he said.

“Absolutely not,” Creativity said immediately.

“Princey,” Morality scolded. “You don’t even know what he needs help with.”

“He’s our enemy,” Creativity argued.

“Hey, I’m looking out for Thomas, same as you,” Virgil snapped.

“Looking out for him? Please, more like-”

“Enough,” Logic said, drawing the attention back to him. “Anxiety, what is it you need our help with?”

Virgil swallowed. “It’s Deceit. He’s sick.”

“Oh no,” Morality cried. “What’s wrong with him?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if Morality was mocking him, but Morality just looked concerned.

“I don’t know,” Virgil answered. “But I- I found him in the hallway and he won’t wake up.”

“Strange,” Logic said. “And you have no idea what could have caused it.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did,” Virgil snapped, and then winced when he remembered he shouldn’t be acting like himself if he wanted their help.

Logic nodded, apparently unbothered. “Then I will need to inspect his condition. I assume he’s on your side of the mindscape?”

Relief rushed through Virgil. “So you’ll help?”

“Yes,” Logic said, sounding confused that Virgil would even ask that.

“I’ll come, too,” Morality said. “I know I’m not as smart as Logic, but I still want to help.”

“Well, if you’re going, I’m going,” Creativity said before Virgil could object. “What if it’s some kind of trap?”

Virgil considered trying to insist on only Logic going with him, and then realised that arguing with them would just take up time they might not have. “Fine, whatever. Can we just get going?”

Logic nodded, and opened his mouth to say something, which Virgil took that as his clue to teleport them all to Deceit’s room. Morality gasped and Princey grumbled at the sudden change, but Virgil was focused on Deceit, asleep on the bed, exactly how Virgil had left him.

He hadn’t even realised that some part of him was expecting Deceit to be awake when he got back.

“Ah,” Logic said from behind Virgil. He began to cross the room towards the bed, only for something to land on him from above and knock him to the floor. Princey swore and drew his sword.

“I knew we couldn’t trust you,” Princey hissed.

Virgil ignored him. “What are you doing?” he snapped at Remus, who now had Logic pinned to the ground.

“Not sure yet! I could carve him into itty bitty bits, or make him sleep forever. Or make him sleep forever and then carve him into itty bitty bits. Which one sounds like more fun?”

Princey stepped forward, his sword pointed straight at Remus. In the background, Virgil was dimly aware of Morality looking between the three of them.

“Given that I am here to help Deceit, that would be counterproductive,” Logic said, way to calm for someone Remus was upset with.

“It’s true,” Morality said, causing Remus to twist his head unnaturally far to look at him. “Anxiety asked us to come.”

Now Remus was staring at Virgil, and looking unimpressed.

“I did tell you it was a bad idea,” Virgil pointed out weakly.

Remus hummed, and then turned back to Logic. “Can you fix him?”

“I can’t promise that without knowing for certain what’s wrong with him,” Logic said. “But I will certainly try.”

“Fix him,” Remus insisted, “Or I’ll eat your liver.”

And then, he sprang off of Logic, rising straight up into the air like a startled cat.

“Well, what are you waiting for, nerd?”

Virgil glanced over at Princey, wondering what he made of Remus’ threat, and realised why he hadn’t actually attacked anyone yet – Morality had stepped over to him and was holding him back. Logic pulled himself to his feet, and straightened out his shirt. He nodded once, and then went to Deceit’s bedside. Virgil followed.

Logic began his examination; he placed two fingers on Deceits neck to listen to his pulse; he peeled Deceits eyes opened and squinted at him; he summoned a thermometer which he pushed into Deceit’s ear. The whole time, Virgil hovered nearby, wishing there was something he could do to help, afraid to say anything in case it ruined Logic’s concentration.

“He’s asleep,” Logic said slowly.

“Uh, I know?” Virgil said.

Logic shook his head and glanced over, as if he’d only just realised Virgil was there. “His heart rate seems slow – though I don’t know whether that’s normal for him, many snakes do have slower heartrates than humans after all.”

“Yeah, but what’s wrong with him?” Remus asked.

“Nothing, as far as I can tell. Except he is asleep, which means something must be wrong.”

Logic looked rather perturbed at the idea of not having all the answers.

“So you can’t fix it,” Remus said, his voice dangerously even.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out,” Morality said.

“Preferably somewhere less freezing,” Princey muttered. “How do you stand it?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we can help it. In case you missed it, it’s kind of cold out.”

“Well, maybe if you took the time to heat place-“

“Stop,” Logic snapped, straightening. He turned his intense gaze to Virgil. “This temperature is unusual?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said, resisting the urge to shrink back from everyone’s attention.

“And were there any changes to Deceit’s behaviour recently?”

“Uh, he’s had a stick up his ass,” Remus chimed in.

“Not what I meant,” Logic said. “Has he been eating more?”

Virgil and Remus both shook their heads.

Logic sighed. “That is… unfortunate. It appears he is in some form of hibernation. Ordinarily, he would have prepared by increasing his food supply, but it seems the abrupt change in temperature made him enter this state quickly.”

Virgil racked his brains trying to think of what he knew about hibernation. There wasn’t a lot.

“So he’s going to sleep all winter?” he asked.

“That would be incredibly dangerous. But no, most likely he will wake in a couple of days. What is important is preventing him from re-entering hibernation. You will need to keep this place warmer than it currently is.”

“I could set some things on fire,” Remus suggested.

“Absolutely not,” Virgil snapped. Remus pouted, so Virgil added, “If you do, you’ll set the whole place on fire.”

“Which will be warm!”

“I’d advise raising the temperature slowly,” Logic said. “You will also need to provide food and fluids when he wakes up.”

“I can help with that,” Morality spoke up from the back of the room. “I’ll go find something to give him!”

“And I,” Princey said dramatically, taking a step forward as if stepping into a spot light, “Can help with your heating problem.”

“I can manage the heating just fine,” Remus snapped.

“Because you’re doing such a good job at it already.”

“Maybe we like it chilly!”

“Deceit is literally unconscious!”

Ignoring the bickering, Virgil grabbed Logic’s arm and dragged him to one side. Morality had already left the room, presumably to try and find something edible in the kitchen.

“Look, thanks,” Virgil said.

Logic blinked at him. “It’s quite alright,” he said.

“So, uh what do you want?”

Better to get it over with, whatever it was. Still, Virgil couldn’t think of anything he could give. Surely the Light Sides could have everything they wanted?

“Want?” Logic echoed. “I’m not sure what you mean. I have already provided instructions for Deceit’s care.”

Virgil almost rolled his eyes, and then stopped himself. This wasn’t the time. “That’s what I mean. What do you want in return?”

“Ah,” Logic said. “You expect this to be a transaction.”

Virgil shrugged. “What else would it be?”

“There is nothing I require that you could give me,” Logic said, making Virgil bristle, because yeah, they all knew that, but it’s not like Logic had to call it out. “And I certainly wasn’t expecting payment when I agreed to help.”

Wow. For the embodiment of logic, he sure seemed stupid. Why would he just give something like that away for free? Didn’t he know that Virgil was in a corner?

“I’m pretty sure the others won’t like that.”

Logic looked confused. “How so?”

“Because you don’t just… do things for people for free!” Virgil flung his hands in the air.

“I see. Might I ask what Deceit will pay you for this?”

Virgil gaped. “That’s different!”

“You are doing a favour for another side so that he will return to health. I fail to see the difference, especially as it is the same favour for the same side that we are both doing.”

“Yeah, but I like Deceit. Besides, we need him around.”

“I completely agree,” Logic said. Wait, what? “We still don’t know how this will affect Thomas, after all.”

That sent a jolt of unease up Virgil’s spine, but he pushed it down. “I figured you’d want us gone.”

Logic’s mouth fell open. “Why would you assume that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You don’t exactly like having us around Thomas.”

“You are all still a part of him,” Logic said. He glanced over Virgil’s shoulder and added, “Albeit at times an unorthodox one.”

Virgil looked at where Logic was looking to see that the two Creativity’s seemed to be fighting over something in the corner.

“You – stop it! You’re going to mess it up,” Princey scolded, pushing Remus away.

Virgil tensed at the sight of the fight, but nobody had their weapons out.

“It’s my side of the mindscape,” Remus argued.

“Yeah, and it’s my creation! You’ll just turn it disturbing.”

“Well yeah, what did you think I was planning to do?”

Finally, Princey managed to push Remus away. “It’s done!” he proclaimed. “This should help heat the room up – yes, slowly, I heard you the first time, Specs.”

“Well,” Logic said, “That is adequate.”

“So your great invention,” Virgil drawled, “Is a space heater?”

Princey flushed. “You – how dare you! I do all this work – out of the goodness of my own heart, might I add – and this is how you repay me?”

“Yeah, you’re a real martyr,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes. And then, because Princey could probably make the heater go away if he wanted, “Thanks, though.”

Princey looked suspicious, as if it was somehow a trap he was walking in. “It was nothing. I wasn’t going to let Remus be in charge of it, you’d be all dead in minutes.”

Remus didn’t seem bothered by this remark, but Virgil bristled at the insult. “We’ve managed with him for this long,” he snapped.

Princey glanced between the two of them, frowning. “Well, yes, but-“

“I’m back!” Morality called, stepping in the room before the argument could get any further. “I made soup! I figured that would be the best for him.”

In Morality’s arms were thermoses. A lot of thermoses. Virgil couldn’t remember finding a single thermos in the dark side, ever, so he wasn’t sure where they all came from.

Morality must have noticed Virgil’s incredulous look, because he added, “I wasn’t sure what kind he liked so I made a bunch! Um, is that okay?”

“That, uh, great,” Virgil said. “But where did you get everything for them?”

“Oh, I found the ingredients in your kitchen,” Morality said.

Virgil frowned, and sidled closer to Remus. “You didn’t disguise anything as food in there, did you?” he asked.

“Why would I disguise it? No, I left those maggots exactly as they were.”

Across the room, Logic looked exasperated. “You cannot have made all of that in the time you were down there,” he said.

“Why not?” asked Morality.

“Because it takes hours to make soup from scratch!”

“It only takes Thomas a few minutes to make soup, though,” Morality pointed out.

“That’s not from scratch!”

“Well, this conversation is clearly going somewhere,” Princey remarked, moving over to Virgil and Remus. “They do this all the time,” he added.

Virgil was tense watching them, because what if one of them got really mad, and tried to hurt the other. Or if they ended up hating each other for ever, or refused to help Thomas any more.

“Do they ever have hate sex after?” Remus asked.

“What the hell?” Virgil snapped. Princey looked deeply disturbed.

Fortunately, Virgil’s outburst seemed to have drawn Logic and Morality’s attention.

“Right,” Logic said. “It appears we have done what we can for now. Would you like us to help watch over him?”

Virgil shook his head quickly. “It’s fine, we’ve got it.”

Logic looked doubtful, but didn’t say anything. “Very well. He should wake in a couple of days, just keep an eye on him until then. If he doesn’t, come find me again.”

Virgil really didn’t need to be told to go find Logic if Deceit didn’t wake up, but he nodded and said, “Got it.”

Morality put the hoard of thermoses on Deceits desk. “I labelled each one,” he added. “Are you sure you don’t need any more help?”

Virgil really, really wasn’t.

“I’m sure,” he said, and tried for a reassuring smile. Morality didn’t look very reassured.

“Well then,” Princey said, “Let’s get out of here.”

As soon as the others had left, Virgil sank down on Deceits bed. He felt exhausted. Remus flopped down next to him, still managing to avoid jostling Deceit. Virgil barely paid attention to him, focusing on Deceits still form. It felt wrong to see him like this, so vulnerable. Like walking in on someone praying.

“I’ll stay with him,” Virgil said.

This was the point where Remus should disagree, or make some inappropriate joke, or do something disgusting. Instead, all he said was, “Find me when you want to take a break.”

The room was as silent as a morgue after Remus left. Virgil watched Deceit’s face, hoping for some kind shift, some kind of hint at cunning that was normally there if you looked closer, even when he looked open and relaxed.

“You’re an asshole,” Virgil told him, because he was. “What, you’re just going to leave me and Remus alone because you want to take a nap? You’re lucky I didn’t let Remus just smash all your stuff. Bet that would have woken you up.”

There was no reply. Of course there wasn’t, Logic had said it would take days, and that was if it worked. He’d also said Deceit should have eaten more before going to sleep, what did that mean? Was Deceit going to get sick? Could he die?

“You can’t just do this,” Virgil snarled. “You can’t go and make me care about you and then just – collapse in the middle of the hallway, you dick. What the hell would you have done if I’d slept in?”

Virgil slumped back and rubbed his hands across his face, groaning. “Just hurry up and wake up,” he muttered.

He stayed by Deceit until Remus came and threw him out. Literally – he tossed Virgil into the hallway and then grew a wall of thorns blocking off Deceit’s door. By that time, the sun was beginning to set. Somehow, Virgil hadn’t noticed the hours pass.

Remus and Virgil swapped places throughout that day and the next. While not watching over Deceit, Virgil tried to focus on Thomas, making sure that he was safe, that he didn’t humiliate himself, letting him know when he did.

He couldn’t do that when he was with Deceit, because he needed to be ready for when something went wrong.

So he just sat by the bed and waited, alternating between needing to know that he was still breathing and bored out of his mind.

“What are you doing in my room?” a voice asked, making Virgil jump.

Deceit’s eyes were open. He started to sit up, frowning.

“You’re awake,” Virgil said, unable to think through the relief that flooded through him.

“Obviously,” Deceit replied. “I understand why you’re surprised, though, seeing as it’s not something I do every day.”

“It isn’t, actually,” Virgil said.

Virgil could see the moment when Deceit realised what had happed; his face smoothed from a look of confusion into a blank mask.

“How long?” he asked quietly.

“Two days,” Virgil said, and then he couldn’t stop talking. “We found you in the hallway. Logic said you were hibernating.”

“Logic?” Deceit repeated, and Virgil winced when he realised his mistake. He looked away, his eyes catching on the mound of thermoses on the desk.

“You should eat something.”

“Did Logic suggest that, too?” Deceit asked, his tone deceptively light.

Virgil grimaced. There was no escape from Deceit’s gaze. “Logic, uh, agreed to help.”

“He just agreed. Out of the kindness of his own heart?”

“I don’t know!” Virgil snapped. “The light sides are weird; who knows why they do anything?”

“And finding that out would have been beyond you, I’m sure.”

Virgil bristled and stood up. “What the hell was I supposed to do? You weren’t any help.”

“Ah yes,” Deceit drawled. “How inconsiderate of me to not provide advice whilst unconscious.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Virgil grabbed a random thermos off the desk and threw it at Deceit. Deceit looked down at where it landed in his lap, startled. “Drink that.”

“Virgil,” Deceit said.

“I’m going to get Remus.”

“Virgil,” Deceit repeated, but Virgil ignored him and marched out into the hallway.

He leaned against Deceit’s door and forced himself to breathe. It was over; Deceit was fine; his chest could stop feeling so tight now.

“What’s slithered up your butt and died?” Remus said from above.

When Virgil blinked, he could see Deceit’s still form in the corridor; what had he been doing when he collapsed? If he’d managed to get into his room, it would have been hours before Virgil noticed anything was wrong, and even longer for Virgil to investigate.

“Who do you think?” Virgil asked, forcing him to focus on Remus.

Remus dropped down with a thud. “Is he-?”

“He’s fine,” Virgil said quickly, because that had probably been the worst way he could have worded that. “He’s awake. It’s just-”

Virgil never got to vent his frustrations to Remus, because Remus was already pushing Virgil aside and barging into Deceit’s room.

“Sneaking beauty!” Remus called. “Finally!”

Virgil closed his eyes and counted to ten. And then, because he was petty, he counted to ten again. Let Deceit deal with Remus alone for a while; he deserved it.

Twenty seconds ended up being the limit for how long Virgil could stay there before the overwhelming need to make sure Deceit was okay forced him to step into the doorway. Deceit was sat up in bed now, his fingers curled around the thermos. Remus was sprawled next to him, one tentacle wrapped around Deceit’s waist, another rested on his shoulders.

“Are you going to come in?” Deceit asked. “Or are you going to keep sulking?”

“Screw you,” Virgil snapped, even as he went further inside.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. I’m the one who had the Light Sides in my room.”

“I thought you were dying, asshole!”

“It’s hardly a big deal,” Deceit said, as if Virgil was freaking out over the consequences of Thomas’ socks not matching.

“You could have died!” Virgil shouted, and suddenly the room seemed very still. “Logic said that it could have been dangerous. And none of this would have been a problem, if you’d told us what was happening.”

Deceit said nothing. Remus was strangely still beside him, eyes flickering between the two of them as if he was watching a tennis match.

“I knew exactly what was happening,” Deceit said, staring at his comforter. “It’s certainly happened before.”

“Oh,” Virgil said weakly. He sat down on Deceits bed.

“Would you have?” Virgil asked. “If you knew what was going on, would you have told us or just-?”

“Will you believe any answer I give?” Deceit asked ruefully.

“I don’t know,” Virgil admitted.

“I can’t give you what you want,” Deceit said. “But I can give you this.” He closed his eyes as he spoke. “My name is Janus.”

Virgil stared at him for a moment. Deceit – Janus – didn’t meet his gaze.

“Ooh, first name basis!” Remus said, “Things must be getting serious.”

Janus rolled his eyes, and finally met Virgil’s gaze. Virgil swallowed.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he said.

Janus’ shoulders loosened, and it was only then that Virgil realised he must have been holding himself tense, as if ready to make an escape.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said. “Now, please tell me you kept Remus away from the Light Sides.”

Remus cackled and began giving his best impressions of each of the others. Virgil sat down on the bed, positioned so that his arm was brushing against Janus’, and let the sound of his family wash over him.

He should probably go back to the Light Sides at some point, to let them know that Janus was better. For all they might be clueless morons, they weren’t as terrible as he’d once thought; perhaps he could even tolerate being around them for more than a few minutes. He might even be able to like them, given enough time.

That was later, though. Right now, he wasn’t leaving his family’s side.

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Taking Chances: Chapter Sixteen.

Note: This is a Christmas themed chapter. I hope that you enjoy this.

Once again, I want to take a moment to thank @hitmeonmytspot for her help with this.

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Christmas Outfits:

Taron:

Nicola:

Mikey:

Jasmine:

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With Christmas music playing in the background and the smell of freshly made hot chocolate in the air, Nicola gracefully moved around the kitchen making Jasmine a special almost (December 23rd) Christmas breakfast. It was something that she had always wanted to enjoy with someone else and now that she had Jasmine, she vowed to herself that she was going to make this the best Christmas Jasmine would ever have and spoil her sister rotten.

Nicola had always felt guilty for celebrating Christmas when she knew full well Jasmine wasn’t getting to celebrate it as her mother didn’t believe in anything happy. This year however, was going to be the best for the both of them.

When breakfast was ready, Nicola bounded up the staircase excitedly and walked into her sister’s room to wake her up.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Nicola said before kissing the little girl’s cheek. Jasmine slightly stirred before stretching and opening her eyes, squinting at the bright light coming from the curtains.

“I made a special breakfast.” Nicola said. Jasmine climbed down from the top bunk and put her slippers and jacket on before reaching for her sister who gladly picked her up and carried her downstairs.

Jasmine gasped when she saw the food on the table waiting for them. Reindeer pancakes, Christmas themed fruit on sticks and of course hot chocolate in snowman mugs.

“What do you think?” Nicola asked. Jasmine beamed.

“I’m hungry.” Jasmine replied, making Nicola chuckle.

“I should hope so. Let’s eat and then we can set up the Christmas tree.” Nicola said as she set Jasmine down helped her get settled at the table.

They ate their food and talked about what they’d do for the rest of the day. Jasmine had suggested going Christmas light hunting as it was something she had heard at school and wanted to do. Nicola agreed and she even said that she’d buy Jasmine a treat while they went hunting.

(Reindeer Pancakes.)

(Christmas fruit on sticks.)

Hours later at Tina and Guy’s house, Mikey and Taron were visiting before they headed out to hunt for Christmas lights so that Mikey could draw the picture he insisted on making after seeing the lights.

“Can you read dis?” Mikey asked as he walked up to Guy. Guy looked at the book Mikey was holding and smiled. It was the same book he would read to Taron when he was little. ‘Under the Mistletoe’ by Lizzie Lawson and Robert Ellice Mack was definitely a story he hadn’t read in a long time but one he was happy to read now.

(This is a real book and I thought it was cute.)

Taron and Tina stopped what they were doing in the kitchen to come and join the story. Taron smiled as Guy continued to read. The images of Guy reading the book when he was small entered his mind, painting a bright smile on his lips.

Tina took a sneaky picture of her boys all on the sofa listening to every word that was on the page. It really warmed her heart to see this happening once again.

“Daddy, you read me dis please?” Mikey asked after Guy announced that he was done reading.

“Sure.” He replied. Mikey climbed off of Guy’s lap and onto Taron’s, leaning back and patting Taron’s arms while Taron looked for another story to read.

“Under the Mistletoe; what happened there? Under the mistletoe, this happened there, in the dark passage, close by the stair, under the mistletoe, this little pair were.” Taron began. Mikey pointed to the image on the page.

“What’s that?” He asked with curiosity.

“That’s mistletoe.” Taron replied. Mikey looked up at Taron.

“Why?” He asked. Taron smiled.

“Mistletoe is something that people put up at Christmas.” Taron explained but Mikey was still confused.

“Ok, keep reading.” Mikey said whilst thinking of how he could acquire some.

“But under the mistletoe, what happened there? Under the mistletoe, this little pair, met with each other; what happened there, under the mistletoe? That's their affair there.” Taron finished. Mikey yawned and sighed.

“Tired?” Mikey nodded and Taron lifted Mikey’s hands to his lips and kissed them gently.

“Let’s go home and have a nap so that we can enjoy tonight.” Taron suggested but Mikey didn’t hear it because he had already fallen asleep. Taron smiled, put the book to the side before cradling Mikey in his arms so that he could stand up. He walked into the kitchen with a heavily sleeping boy.

“Such a sweet boy. Must be exhausted from all of the excitement.” Tina said when she saw her son.

“I’m gonna head home and put him to bed but thank you for lunch. I really appreciate it.” Taron responded quietly. Tina smiled and helped them to the car. She got Mikey buckled in while Taron ran back to grab their jackets.

“I love you so much, sweet angel.” Tina whispered, placing a feather light kiss to Mikey’s forehead.

Jasmine skipped along while holding Nicola’s hand. They looked in shop windows and of course walked up and down the streets looking at the beautiful Christmas displays that people had taken the time to put up. Everything was absolute magic for Jasmine and she was really enjoying herself.

“Lina, I see Mikey.” Jasmine squealed with glee. Nicola followed Jasmine’s finger and saw Taron and Mikey stopped in front of someone’s house. They looked like they were deep in conversation and Nicola didn’t want to interrupt them.

“Why don’t we just let them be.” Nicola suggested as she and Jasmine crossed the street to go back to the car.

“But I just want to say hi.” Jasmine replied, letting go of Nicola’s hand and making a run for it. Thankfully though, Nicola caught Jasmine’s arm and picked her up.

“Don’t do that again. Had I not seen you, you could have been hit by a car.” Nicola lectured.

“Sorry.” Jasmine replied, feeling bad.

Hearing the commotion, Taron looked around and saw what looked like Nicola lecturing her sister. He pulled out his phone and sent the woman a text. Nicola looked up from her phone and looked to where she knew the Egerton men stood. Taron waved before Mikey looked over and wriggled from his father’s grasp.

“See, Mikey wants to say hi.” Jasmine sassed. Nicola picked her sister up and walked across the road again.

“Put me down.” Jasmine said when Nicola didn’t immediately set her down. Taron chuckled as did Nicola. Jasmine threw her arms around Mikey and they hugged, giggling shyly.

“Now that you’ve said hello, let’s leave Mikey and his dad to enjoy the lights.” Nicola said, making the kids faces fall sadly.

“I don’t want to.” Jasmine replied, giving her sister her best sad puppy eyes.

“Jasmine, you’ll see them tomorrow. You can manage a few hours away from Mikey.” Nicola answered. Jasmine and Mikey hugged each other again but this time it was in protest at being separated.

“You don’t have to go yet, I mean, have you had your dinner?” Taron asked, not really wanting Nicola to leave with Jasmine either.

“We have actually.” Nicola replied. Taron’s face fell as well and it was clear where Mikey got his sad eyes from.

“The three of you need to cheer up, we will see each other for Christmas tomorrow.” Nicola said as she tried to stay strong in her reply. Taron nodded, he knew that the woman was right and he got a smile on his face again and took Nicola’s side.

“She’s right. Mikey, say goodbye to Jasmine.” Taron instructed. Mikey reluctantly let go of the little girl and took hold of Taron’s hand.

“Bye Mikey.” Jasmine said as Nicola picked her back up.

“Bye.” Mikey replied as he waved goodbye, making sure to blow her a kiss as they got further away. Taron looked down at his son, shook his head and chuckled at him.

“Come on Romeo, let’s go.” Taron said as he too picked up his little one and continued walking in the direction he was before Jasmine and Nicola came over to say hi.

The next day, Jasmine was up really early and jumping on Nicola’s bed to wake her up this time. She was really excited to not only see what Santa got her for Christmas but to also see Mikey.

“Can you stop jumping on my bed?” Nicola grumbled. Jasmine giggled and ignored her sister’s request.

“If you won’t stop, no hot chocolate while watching Christmas movies before we have to get ready and go.” Nicola replied. Jasmine immediately stopped and plopped down on the bed.

“I want that.” She stated. Nicola chuckled and sat up, grabbing Jasmine and attacking her with kisses. Jasmine squealed and laughed loudly. She wriggled and writhed and hearing her laughter was music to Nicola’s ears. There was nothing more special to her than that.

Once Nicola and Jasmine had made their breakfast and hot chocolates, they settled down in front of the tv to binge watch Christmas movies before they left for Tina’s later that night.

Over at Tina and Guy’s Mikey was helping his grandmother in the kitchen while Taron did some last minute Christmas shopping.

“Can I have dis?” Mikey asked as he held the carrot top in his small fist. Tina looked up and smiled at him.

“What for?” Tina questioned, wanting to know why he’d want something like that.

“Aprise.” He simply replied. Tina smiled and went on with preparing the carrots for dinner.

A few minutes later, Tina realized that the house was a little too quiet. She had assumed that Guy had taken the kids out but that idea was short lived when she heard a swinging sound effected and a grunt coming from her grandson. She put the knife she was holding down and went to see what was going on.

(The hammer that Mikey was using.)

“Michael, what on earth are you doing?” She asked with surprise in her tone. Mikey was on his tippy toes trying to stick the carrot tops to the wall with one of Rosie’s toy hammers that of course had a swing sound effect.

“Daddy said I’m apposed to.” Mikey said, straining to reach the spot he’d chosen. Tina chuckled.

“Those are carrot tops Michael, I don’t think your daddy meant for you to put that up.” She explained and Mikey looked at her with confusion.

“No.” He said, feeling so sure that he was right. Tina figured that rather than arguing with him, she’d simply humor him and help him put the tops up.

When he was happy with where his carrot tops were hanging, he wrapped his arms around Tina’s neck and hugged her.

“Fanks.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” Tina replied before she took Mikey back into the kitchen and got him set up at the counter to colour while she finished the food preparations.

(Incase you have no idea what I mean by saying Carrot tops.)

Looking at the time and seeing that they were a little bit behind schedule, Nicola called up to Jasmine.

“Jasmine, we’re going to be late.” She said.

“I can’t find my card for Mikey.” Jasmine shouted back. Nicola rolled her eyes.

“Jasmine I told you that it’s down here.” Nicola answered. Jasmine giggled to herself and speedily met her sister at the door.

Both women got into the car and they made it to Tian and Guy’s in the nick of time. Nicola helped her sister out of the car and when they had everything that they needed, they walked to the front door. Jasmine knocked and looked up at her sister.

“You look like a princess.” The little girl said, making Nicola smile.

“I may look like a princess but you are the real beauty, not me.” Nicola replied. Jasmine took hold of Nicola’s arm and hugged it.

“Love oo.” She said. Nicola looked down at her and winked.

“I love you too.” She responded just before Tina opened the door. Of course Mikey being excited, pushed past her and nearly knocked Jasmine over with the force of his arms around her.

“Michael, be careful. Let them come inside.” Tina warned. Nicola and Jasmine walked in and their jaws dropped at how beautiful everything looked. It was the first time that either of them had seen something this decorated.

The warmly lit fireplace crackled and popped while the Christmas tree in the corner of the room shone with incandescent beauty. Gifts of various sizes sat under the tree, decorations of Christmases past had been placed around the house and the smell of a home cooked meal wafted through the house, enveloping it’s inhabitants in the magic of Christmas.

“Let me take your coats and then we can go through.” Tina said as she hung up the coats.

“Tum on.” Mikey said as he and Jasmine ran into the kitchen.

“Jasmine, don’t run.” Nicola said, not wanting her sister to accidently knock anything over because most of the decor looked as though they had been handmade.

“It’s fine honey, they're just excited.” Tina replied, leading Nicola to the kitchen where Taron, Dave, Jennifer and Guy were standing to keep and eye on the kids that were playing race cars on the ground.

“My, Nicola. You look stunning.” Jennifer said when she saw the young woman. Taron looked over and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her.

The red plaid dress hugged her in all the right places. Her hair was up on one side with simple yet pretty twists, allowing the rest of her curls to flow freely. Her eyes were dusted in a beautiful yet subtle gold shimmer and don’t get him started on how her lips looked. Every inch of her made his stomach flip and erupt in flutters.

(Nicola’s hairstyle. I personally am in love with it.)

“Earth to Taron.” Tina said, waving her hand in front of his face. Taron looked at his mum sheepishly.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” He asked after clearing his throat.

“I said that tea’s on and then Mikey asked if you could sit next to him and Jasmine.” Tina explained with amusement. Taron nodded and walked out of the kitchen and to where the kids were already sitting down.

“Hi daddy.” Mikey greeted.

“Hi bud.” Taron replied as he sat down.

Soon enough, everyone gathered at the table and started visiting with each other. Though it was obvious to both Jennifer and Tina that Taron was conflicted and having an inner battle within himself. Jennifer made a mental note to talk to Taron when they had a minute to themselves.

“Fanks, I love dem.” Mikey said, giving Nicola a hug in thanks for his Christmas present. Taron picked up the little Mickey Mouse trainers and examined them with a small smile on his lips. He knew that they were a little on the pricey side because when he was shopping for Mikey, who’d get his gifts from him later, he saw the price.

(The shoes that Nicola bought for Mikey.)

“You’re welcome Mikey.” Nicola said as they broke the hug. Taron placed the shoes down and handed Jasmine a present.

Jasmine looked at him with shock. She didn’t think she’d get a gift especially since she had never had a Christmas before. She looked as though she wanted to cry.

“Open it.” Mikey said as he looked up from the toy he and his aunts were playing with.

“Oi you, don’t be bossy.” Taron warned, giving his son a stern look. Mikey giggled and waited for his friend to open her gift. Jasmine took her time unwrapping everything and by the time everything was revealed, Jasmine burst into tears.

(This is what Taron buys for Jasmine. She cries because not only has she always wanted a tea party set, she cries because this is the first Christmas she had gotten from someone else.)

“Oh honey, don’t you like it?” Jennifer asked, feeling concerned for the little girl. Jasmine rubbed her eyes and moved over to her sister who embraced her tightly, letting her know that it was ok. Tina immediately got up and filled a cup with water and grabbed a couple tissues for Jasmine.

“Here you go.” She said as she handed the items over. Tina knew what it was like to have everyone staring at you while you cried.

“Thank you so much Tina.” Nicola said quietly.

After a few minutes, Jasmine looked up and wiped at her eyes.

“You ok bug?” Nicola asked softly. Jasmine nodded and took the cup from her sister.

When she felt better, Jasmine went back to looking at her gift before looking up at Taron. He smiled at her, making her smile back at him.

“I love it.” Jasmine said.

It didn’t take long until the kids had had enough and ran off to go and play with the other toys and that gave Jennifer the chance to ask Nicola if Jasmine was ok. Nicola assured the woman that everything was ok.

The rest of the night went swimmingly. The kids all squealed and jumped up and down when they got a gift they’d wanted and of course the adults watched on with happiness and snapped as many pictures as they could.

When it came time for the night to end, Mikey unknowingly stood under the carrot tops that he and Tina hung up in the doorway earlier that afternoon.

“Well would you look at that, you two are under the Mistletoe.” Nicola teased her sister and her friend. She also knew that they were standing under the end of a vegetable.

Mikey and Jasmine looked up and then looked at Nicola, wanting to know what that meant.

“Mikey, you know that you have to kiss her.” Taron said, catching onto what the woman beside him was trying to do.

“Ewwwwwwww.” The kids hollered, pulling their best disgusted expressions. Taron and Nicola laughed.

“Why don’t you show them what to do.” Guy teased, not thinking that the younger adults would take his word for it.

“Take note Mikey, you’ll have to do this when you are old like your father.” Guy continued to tease.

Nicola and Taron moved to stand under it and even though Taron knew it wasn’t the real deal, his heart rate picked up and he felt himself growing nervous.

“First you take her hands in yours like this.” Taron started, taking hold of Nicola’s hands. “Then you lean in and kiss her like this.” Taron finished, leaning in to kiss Nicola but stopped just before going further for fear of ruining things. Though, he really really wanted to kiss her and wanted to kick himself for not following through with the kiss.

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