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Loyal as a Dog // Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

Masterlist:

Chapter 27: I Should Be Happy

wc: 2.3k

TW // cursing,

My fingers are tangled in string.

Fighting it creates knots,

So I don't.

In my stillness,

It fell into my hands.

Dull scissors are

sharper than me.

I cut each thread so

I'm finally,

Free.

I should be happy but,

I’m lost without it.

I tangle my fingers in string.

Rest is a concept that prioritizes a state of partial death consisting of; not dying. Like machines we must charge, maintain decent sleep or face the short-circuiting consequences. Don't ask for an instruction manual, you're a human so figure it out;

Or pay someone else to figure it out.

Or don't do either.

Human problems should be dealt with by the owner so rise and shine! Optimization isn't a necessity, it's a luxury! Show the world what a slow charge looks like!

Oh.

A faulty model escapes from a sleep setting set to 'nightmare mode'. Covers adorn the floor as an ineffective defense mechanism casts away all things hot. Lingering dreams kiss reality and skew together advancing to disrupt the day.

—a dim sensation worships you but;

Takes root to die.

'Sensation' didn't have a reservation so it's been sentenced to partial death. Morning agendas consist of; yawning, ignoring that, stretching, ignoring that, apologizing to an absent roommate, ignoring that, grogginess, and a pinch of eavesdropping.

…

Let's say someone's having a private conversation right beside you; what grounds do they have for getting mad if you heard each teeny tiny mini detail? Simple! They don't! It's invalid! Humans aren't built with adjustable ears so if you don't want people to hear your conversation then be a model civilian and install telepathy.

An exchange beyond your front door captivates unadjustable ears.

But—

Ears can be a curse.

Thin walls can be a curse.

Choppy conversations can be a curse.

Whoever Sanzu's talking to can be a curse.

Whatever Sanzu's talking about can be a curse.

Listening was cursed.

It's—

—bad.

He's going to.

No.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It's fine.

Clawing to the surface, it wishes to breathe. Born as you were, live as you are, bury its name.

When do acquaintances become familiar? Is it when they barge into your home? Or is it when they shatter every window? Maybe it's when they dismantle your bed.

Who wants to be familiar with such an asshole?

Who invited them over in the first place?

They're an asshole too.

—who?

It gets messy and they hate change.

It has to stay the same.

Preserve it.

It.

That acquaintance isn't all bad.

They know a thing or two.

It's hard to disagree.

It hurts to listen.

Just listen.

—this love resonates louder than all of mankind.

It won't be devoured.

A swingset admired skies deep enough to convey the world's end as drawn out creaks exchanged final words with a duo who lingered. Weathered shoes occasionally disturb a stillness, lazily scuffing against turf in response to chain link that chatted.

A desolate sanctuary.

A playground of sacred grounds.

A boundary separate from the realm of roaches.

Street lamps flickered to reveal an up and coming crime scene. A subtle yet aggressive sight was established upon your lap as fingers weaved together in a way that was easy to mistake for attempted murder. It's unclear whether your hands deserved such a degree of punishment but, what's clear is—

"We're getting married when we're older," you stated with airy confidence.

Marriage: a binding contract that states 'if you leave me I'll drain you dry'. When there's physical assets involved you bet people are more likely to work on their relationship; after all, there's stuff on the line! It's also noteworthy to mention marriage isn't accessible until the 'adult function' is unlocked. Was love mentioned yet? Aside from using all mortal possessions as leverage, the main course is vowing on eternal love, but pay no mind to those un-eternally lame statistics. In the end, love is only authentic once it's declared to the government, yes nothing says romance quite like legal documentation.

Love: your no good, undependable, erratic luck granted it protection from government officials. It's big enough to be considered its own lifeform. If the government knew of love that defied documentation they'd surely have to make new documentation and not to mention confiscate it for research purposes. Off the record love will be passed off as 'typical' on the record love, eventually.

"What gave you that idea?" He asked, humoring your claim.

Amidst a row of seats in the hanging variety, an unconcerned Sanzu leaned his head against the talkative chain as if it weren't uncomfortable.

It's uncomfortable.

"Because I won't let ya marry anyone else."

"Yeah? There's such a thing as being too delusional but it seems like you're having fun," Sanzu retorted, pulling black fabric below his chin.

"Hold that tone Mr. Sanzu, there's no need to be shy. I know boys need time to flourish so when that happens you'll come out of your shell and marry me—or something like that."

"I don't think I will," he replied, shattering half-baked dreams.

"Boo, does that mean I gotta marry someone else?"

…

A placid smile upholds composure.

A placid smile scorns prior speculation.

"I didn't realize your resolve was so flimsy. I'm disappointed and doubt you have a chance," an acid tongue shot back, delivering harsh words smoothly.

"I wonder why Mr. Sanzu's being so sassy. Is this your flourishing phase?"

"No," he answered, simply continuing to smile.

Back to square one.

Although stars existed they couldn't reach, as your gaze took turns between feuding fingers and a brooding sky.

"Super predictable of ya Boss, if I'm not careful I might die from heartbreak," you praised. "But looking past that minor screw up from earlier—I'm worry free, I won't let ya be with anyone else until the flourishing phase."

"Yeah? How do you think you'll manage that?"

"Easy," you offered a promising smile, "no one could dream of loving ya more than me so I'll kill anyone that tries."

"…"

"Half kidding ♡."

"…"

"C'mon Mr. Sanzu, it was supposed to be funny. If ya don't laugh I'll get embarrassed."

…

"What's wrong?"

Expecting some form of answer, Sanzu gazed from beneath delicate lashes at the marriage monster whose attention followed a strict pattern of ground, sky, hands, ground, sky, hands.

"—y'know, marriage and murder, minus the murder."

A sloppy bluff holds the scene together while opposing surveillance plays back the footage.

"That's not what I asked."

It's showing.

Returning his pushiness with a lame frown, you'd rather keep on playing the previous game.

A bad game is incoming.

"I'd love to tell ya but I'll die."

"..."

It's showing.

It could be felt, a gaze that swallowed you whole but even so;

Keep it down,

And don't look up.

"I'm gonna die so," you mumbled.

"..."

It's showing.

Clawing and clawing and clawing.

It gasped for air.

Breathing and breathing and breathing.

It's black.

White's always better.

"This morning, I really hated that conversation." Looking down on a lap desensitized to murder, hushed war pressed on between intertwined fingers, each side working to suffocate the other. "I heard bad stuff, so I know, you're gonna leave me with someone. I know it's real, I heard it so that means you hate me, right? And so that means I'll-"

"Don't," he shot back in immediate annoyance. "You always end up with these half-assed assumptions. The mechanic stopped me on my way out and said he needed you an extra day. What do you think I said?" He asked in a condescending tone.

Words along the lines of: 'ok, take her' were apparently blown out of proportion. It turns out he's not trying to dump you off onto some sucker but inevitably, context is of the utmost importance.

"Thanks to my horrific accusations I'm humiliated so to make it up to ya I'll live out the rest of my life in shame."

"I'm surprised you know what that is but try for something more believable next time."

"Want me to apologize until my throat collapses?"

"Not particularly."

"I could make a new religion in your name?"

"Wouldn't you say there are enough cults?"

"Right as always Mr. Sanzu." Dropping the antics, a grin was shaved down into a sheepish smile, "my bad."

"Yeah."

A gentle breeze.

A car passing by.

A prolonged silence.

Call back the antics.

"Hey, tell me, did ya do something naughty?" You asked, already armed with an answer. "No worries my oh-so sneaky Boss, you're off the hook today thanks to my super huge mess up but don't forget, it's illegal to read my mind."

"It's probably for the best if you stopped making assumptions, yeah?"

"I couldn't agree more, my all-knowing thought-reading Boss. Consider all assumptions dead," you complied, beaming with defeat. "Well, questions are making a comeback so spill your guts please! Are ya an emotion reader too? I was five seconds from forgetting before ya asked me to expose my guts."

"You should know this one," he prompted, entertained to some extent despite you flunking his expectations. "You wouldn't look at me."

"—!"

A shocking finale provides avoidant evidence! Even without mind reading he's overpowered so thank goodness for handicaps.

Chain link cried out as Sanzu abandoned his post, which also conveyed you needed to abandon yours. Following the leader, a duo breaks up with a swingset who fell in love too fast, luckily heartbreak builds character but hopefully swingsets can't feel.

"I guess eyes really are windows, huh? Well I'd expect nothing less from my up and coming hubby."

"It must be nice to be that delusional."

"No way, I'd call it realistic."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh, the surest."

The act of devouring is exhibited through flesh.

Never a leader you were one step behind, as Sanzu turned to face you his presence stripped a black sky of its potential for humans are just as capable of devouring light. It’s deconstruction through gestures, a game of unreliable experience that aids your opponent in turning airy banter stale.

Because;

Close quarters aren’t foreign.

No, on the contrary they’re familiar.

But that also defines what isn't.

Blurred intent outlined soft features so if eyes are the window to the soul, blue eyes give the impression that they're not. Worn fingers established Sanzu didn't hone gentle hands but that held minimal truth as he cupped your face. Allowing no room for recovery, twin scars conveyed a message that was ready to defy familiarity as lips drew close.

Rejected by your own skin.

Bodies shouldn't freeze.

Did you forget how to breathe?

Born to suffocate, a personal space invader wound up on the receiving end.

Closeness breeds comfort, it always has, but

This isn't that.

It's chaotic;

A chest that imitates static grates itself down, a chest that imitates birth builds itself up, contristricting its own movement, shattering its own barriers, it loses meaning just to find it, it finds meaning just to lose it, it begs to be felt, it begs to be silenced, it hits a new high just to topple back down, one moment it's white the next it's black.

It's the best.

It's the worst.

It's too much.

It's good.

It's bad.

It's—

Scary.

Closeness you've come to be familiar with is a stranger as etched lips drew close to convey new meaning.

New meaning pressed its lips—against your palm.

As always;

Instinct has a way of making you move.

Eyes which long since wavered with anxiety are scrutinized by a gaze reminiscent of amusement. Ambiguous lips part from your palm, revealing a self-satisfied grin as he maintained a close proximity.

"Hm? I thought you wanted to marry me?" Sanzu asked, smugly cocking his head to the side.

"Ya caught me off guard, or something," you mumbled.

"I don't think that's it," he pulled away and shrugged.

"Are ya mad?"

"No," he replied, words like silk accompany a tranquil smile, "but this isn't about me, I knew what would happen from the start."

"How? Ya sorta lost me."

"You're confusing two separate emotions as one. Romantic feelings are different from what you think they are."

"I get it, I just don't really get why you're explaining it."

"Because I don't think you actually do," he shot back dismissively. "You looked scared shitless earlier."

"I said ya caught me off guard," shooting him a dull frown, your gaze faltered. "Plus I've seen a bunch of movies—my parents too, so I should know, right?"

A faux comfort.

A voice like rain.

A bad answer:

"You don't."

A reaction of a swamp monster was sure to follow, but;

It didn't.

Before a single grimey tear could be shed, an up and coming swamp monster was sucked free of filth to reveal a human who's murky feelings became suds until a later date.

Controversial as it may be, Sanzu gravitated towards your hand to signify some form of closure. Fingers that engaged in civil war were recently granted peace, calloused hands brushed against yours skimming down to intertwine with ex-war criminals. Typical clinging resulted in an affinity with each scar and flaw littering the hand that held a volatile word in order.

"C'mon," Sanzu mumbled.

Warm hands tug and say you don't know but Sanzu overlooked a crucial factor—

"Fear's only a temporary fix Mr. Sanzu, so don't underestimate my recovery speed. I still won't let ya marry anyone but me."

—you're delusional.

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All Three ~ Nolan Patrick

A/N: this is based on the song All Three by Noah Cyrus. Also i have no idea what it’s like to have migraines and I obviously don’t know how it was for Nolan either, my depiction in this is just what I thought would fit with the story.

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, verbal fights, playful arguing

Word count: 6.9k

Nolan Patrick…your best friend, your lover, your kryptonite.

It's the classic friends with benefits scenario…you met when he came to Philly and the rest is history. Your cousin, Meg had been dating Travis Sanheim and she always dragged you along to outings so you had become pretty familiar with the Flyers.

The night you met Nolan you knew you were in for it. You had walked into Scott's apartment trailing behind Meg and Travis and you immediately locked eyes with an unfamiliar face across the room. He immediately blushed and his mouth twitched up a bit in an attempt at a smile. You gave him a small smile back and then were interrupted by a few of the guys giving you hugs.

You were intrigued by the guy across the room, you figured he was a rookie, a super cute rookie, and you really wanted to meet him. It was a little while before you finally did, you wandered into the kitchen with your cousin to grab a drink and then of course you caught up in conversation. But finally, halfway through the night you were being introduced.

"Nolan, Travis, this is y/n, y/n, this Nolan and Travis." Ghosty introduced you to the two rookies. You shook their hands and greeted them sweetly. "It's nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you too." The shorter of the two, Travis, greeted. "So how do you fit in with the mix here?"

"My cousin is dating Travis Sanheim and they drag me along to things like these."

"Oh, sweet. Do you go to school here?"

"Yeah, I'm a sophomore at UPenn."

"Wow, don't you have to be like really smart to go there?"

You blushed at Travis' question. Although you had worked super hard to get into UPenn, you hated when people would make a big deal about it. And you never knew how to answer this question without sounding like an asshole. "Um, I mean I guess so…you have to get good grades and be involved in a lot."

"So, probably no chance for me?" Travis joked.

You giggled and shook your head looking over at Nolan who had been pretty quiet the whole conversation. His cheeks flushed a bit more when you looked at him and he realized that he should probably say something. "What are you studying?"

Your breath hitched upon hearing Nolan's voice. It was deep and a bit raspy and you were even more intrigued. "Environmental Studies." You answered with a small smile.

"Cool, so you like the outdoors?" Travis asked.

"Yeah, I've always lived in the city, but I like to get out whenever I can and go camping and hike and stuff."

Nolan immediately knew that he wanted to get to know her more. He was happy that she said she came to stuff like this a lot and he'd have the opportunity to hang out with her.

Meg came barreling into the three of you, grabbing your arm to pull you towards the pong table.

"Sorry boys, she's needed for beer pong!!" She called over her shoulder and you shot them an apologetic smile as she dragged you across the room.

You and Meg dominated, as always, so you were occupied with beer pong for quite some time. But once you finally got knocked out, you looked around for Nolan because you really wanted to talk to him again. You spotted him in walking towards the kitchen so you decided to follow.

He sensed a presence behind him and smiled when he turned and saw that it was you.

"Beer?" He asked holding a bottle out for you.

You nodded and took it from his hand, "thank you."

He grabbed one for himself and leaned against the counter. "You're quite the player."

You smirked at his compliment, "yeah, we're not all total nerds at UPenn, I've had my practice."

"So, are you from Philly?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yup, born and raised…"

"You say that like it's a bad thing…"

"I love it here, I do, but sometimes I wish I had gone somewhere else for school. Just to experience something else, you know?"

Nolan nodded, "Yeah, I left home when I was a teenager for hockey, it's nice to see what else is out there but there's definitely no place like home."

You smiled at his comment, he was very soothing. You had only known him for a few hours but you already felt super comfortable around him.

You stayed in the kitchen with him and talked for the rest of the night. You hadn't even noticed how late it had gotten until Travis came looking for you telling you that you needed to go because Meg was super wasted.

"Okay, I'll be right out." You assured him so that you could try and invite Nolan back to your place.

"It was really nice talking with you, y/n…" Nolan said.

"Would you maybe wanna come back to my place?" You asked with a smirk.

He smiled and nodded, "let me just go to tell TK."

You walked up to Travis and Meg, "Nolan is gonna come back with me, so you can guys just go home." Travis raised his eyebrows, "are you sure?"

You nodded, "yeah, I'm good. I promise."

"Okay…" Travis said hesitantly. "Text me when you get home please…and if you need anything." Although Nolan seemed like a good guy, Travis still didn't really know him and he was protective of you.

"Will do. Thanks, Travis. Good luck with Meg."

"Yeah, bets she passes out in the Uber…"

You laugh at his prediction and say goodbye to Meg.

You turn around and Nolan is approaching you. "You ready?" You nod in response and go downstairs to wait for your Uber. Conversation seemed to just flow and you talked the whole way to your apartment.

Your roommates thankfully were both in their rooms for the night so you didn't have to deal with any introductions.

"Do you want anything to drink?" You whispered as you entered your apartment.

"I'll have some water if that's okay." You nodded and handed him a water bottle before leading him down the hallway to your room. Unsurprisingly, you talked for a little bit longer before he finally made a move and started kissing you.

You melted into his grasp as soon as you felt his lips on yours. The faint taste of beer on his lips had you desperate for more.

Ever since that first night he had you locked in. You hooked up a few nights a week when he was in Philly. You kept in touch when he was on road trips and when he went back to Winnipeg for the off season, you even visited him there a few times. He had grown to become your best friend. As the two of you got closer it wasn't always about sex, he'd come over after a tough loss, you'd confide in him when you were stressed about school or your friends. But despite how close the two of you were, you never felt your relationship progressed to anything more than friends.

Everyone always thought you two were a couple, he invited you to team events as his plus one, you went on dates, you were exclusive, you argued like you were married…but for some reason you never put the label on it. You didn't totally mind…you were both still very young and not to mention putting a title on it really wouldn't change your relationship at all so you supposed it didn't matter. It would happen when it happens and that was fine… or so you thought.

I really hate when you say you love me, those spoken words are wet concrete

And in your arms I feel so lucky, weightless when you lie on me

It started to really fuck you up when he said those three forbidden words. I love you. Well, in your case it was two, and not as meaningful or intimate as it usually is said for the first time.

You guys had been together, or doing whatever you were doing, for two years. He was leaving for a week long road trip and you were at his place helping him pack before you brought him to the airport.

"Hey, y/n/n?" Nolan called from the bedroom. "Have you seen my black tie?"

"I'm ironing it right now!" You yelled back from the living room.

Once you finished ironing his dress clothes you brought them into his bedroom for him to pack.

"Thank you." He said before giving you a quick kiss and zipping them carefully into his bag.

"Do you want to eat anything before you go?" You asked.

"Can you make me a ham sandwich, please?" He asked with a childish grin.

You chuckled and shook your head, "of course."

You looked at the time and figured he'd need to eat in the car so you packaged it up so he could take it with him. Just as you finished, he emerged from the hallway with his bags in hand. You grabbed him a bottle of water and put it in a bag with his sandwich. You double checked with him that he had everything and you headed down to the car. You drove so Nolan could eat and the rest of the car ride was spent humming along to the music.

"Do you want any help?" You asked as you put the car in the park out front.

"No, I'm all set." He said as he slid out of the car. You got out after him and stood by as he gathered his bags. "Thank you for your help this morning."

"Anytime, Nols. Text me when you land, please."

"Will do," he assured as he leaned down to kiss you, "love you, babe."

You stood there shocked at his words as he walked away seemingly unbothered. True to his word, he had texted you when they landed and texted you throughout the week as normal. You were kind of expecting some sort of explanation, at least an acknowledgement of what he had said but it seemed like it just slipped out and he didn't think anything of it. You however, spent the whole week overthinking and freaking out.

Of course you had thought about if you loved Nolan or not, but you just never thought saying it was on the table because of the status of your relationship. You hoped that when he returned he'd have something to say about it but he didn't. And you were the biggest chicken in the world so you never brought it up. He didn't say it too often, mostly when he'd leave for a road trip or if you weren't going to see each other for a while. You had been trying to build up the courage to say it back but you could never bring yourself to do it.

It didn't seem to bother him that you didn't say it back. Which made you really think it wasn't that big of a deal for him, which is what confused and frustrated you so much. You didn't understand how he could be so nonchalant about it all the time. Was he that dense? Or were you really just overthinking it? It got to the point where you hated to hear him say it. But it didn't matter how much you hated to hear it, because you knew you loved him too.

Nolan was not known for showing much emotion. But you weren't either so it worked out for the two of you. You had other ways of expressing your feelings for each other. For you, it was helping him prepare for road trips, cooking him dinner, rubbing his shoulders, and when they started, helping him through his migraines. For him, it was bringing you coffee and dinner when you were cramming for an exam, always making sure you had Reese's and a bottle Sauvignon Blanc on hand, going for walks with you, taking you to concerts… but your favorite moments with Nolan were when the two of you were lying in bed or on the couch. Not doing anything, maybe you have a show on in the background, but you weren't paying attention to it. Instead you were listening to Nolan's heartbeat, focusing on his soft breathing. You were often under him, him acting as the perfect weighted blanket to help you feel at ease.

But darling if I could, I would fall for someone good, someone good for me

No matter how good the highs are, there of course some lows. Nothing too awful, but with the uncertainties of your relationship comes some strain. Sometimes the time spent together is too much, you feel overwhelmed, Nolan feels too much pressure… and you're never sure if you can work through it. You obviously always have, but each time you have a falling out it feels like the end.

You had been sitting at home all night trying to reach Nolan. He had been having his migraines for a little while now and you were worried because you hadn't heard from him all day and he wasn't the playing in the game. You knew that if it was anything super serious, someone would have contacted you but you couldn't help but worry about him. You finally decided to go over to his place and see if he was okay.

You knocked quietly upon arrival wanting to give him a chance to answer the door. After a few minutes of silence you decided to just go in. His apartment was dark, which wasn't unusual during a bad migraine, so you made your way back to his bedroom. His door was cracked so you pushed it open and saw Nolan lying down on the bed.

"Nolan." You whispered with no response. "Nolan." You whispered a little louder this time. He moved a bit so you knew he heard you but he still didn't say anything. You walked over to the bed and gently sat down next to him. "Are you okay?" He grunted in response, still not what you wanted, but something nonetheless. "I'm sorry for just coming, but I was worried…I haven't heard from you all day."

"You can see that I'm alive so you can leave now."

You sighed at his cold tone, you had heard it before and you knew better than to push so you got up to leave. You stopped before the door and turned towards him, "let me know if you need anything." You didn't wait for a response knowing that you probably wouldn't get one so you left his apartment.

You tried to your best not to be upset by the interaction. You didn't know how Nolan felt in those moments and you wanted to give him what he needed, even if it meant him not wanting you around. It certainly wasn't the first time he shut you out and you knew it wouldn't be the last, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

What made this time different was your interaction the next day. Usually after a night like that, he would apologize for how he treated you and would explain he just really needed to be alone. You of course always forgave him and things went back to normal. But this time, there was no apology, just more hostility.

He had texted you asking if you could bring over something to eat. You asked him what he wanted and he said he didn't care, "get whatever you want."

You decided to just go to the store and get a few different things so he had options. When you showed up to his place he was on the couch with his eyes closed, so you quietly shut the door and put your bags down in the kitchen. You were putting a few things away when you heard him speak. "What did you bring?"

You walked over to him so you didn't have to yell, "I got a few things from the store…I got stuff for sandwiches, frozen pizza, soup…"

"Alright thanks." Was all he said. You stood there for a minute not knowing what to do. "What are you doing?" He asked looking over at you.

"I, um, well…" you fumbled out, taken aback by his tone, "do you want me to make something for you?"

"Just make me a sandwich I guess."

You nodded and walked away without another word.

A few minutes later, you brought his sandwich to him on a plate and set it down a little harder than you probably should have. But you were starting to get upset so you didn't really care. He glared at you in response but thanked you as he sat up and grabbed it. You walked back into the kitchen and put everything away.

"I'm gonna go, I guess. Let me know when you're feeling better." You said as he walked by him to put your coat on.

"Why are you leaving?"

"Well it's clear you're still not doing well, so I'm just gonna leave you alone." "I never told you that you needed to leave." "You didn't have to, Nolan." "What's your problem?" "I don't want to fight, especially if you’re still not feeling good, so I'm just gonna go."

"Why do we need to fight? I just asked you a question."

"Really? 'What’s your problem?' isn't exactly an innocent question."

"Well I don't really understand why you've got such an attitude." "I'm trying not to lose my patience Nolan, but you're making it really difficult." "Why?!" he asked starting to raise his voice, "What did I do?" "You're kind of treating me like shit, Nolan. I'm sorry that you had a bad migraine yesterday, and I'm sorry if I made it worse by coming here last night, but I was worried. I understand it's hard for you, but I hadn't heard from you all day. You usually let me in and help you through them and it’s fine if that's not what you want or need but you don't get to be a dick to me about it. You asked me to bring you food, I did, and you're still being rude to me. I don't mind being here Nols, I want to be here, but if you're going to act like this I'm not interested."

"You have no idea how hard it is for me, y/n," he yelled at you, "I didn't ask you to come over last night, I'm sorry you were worried but I can't put my migraine on hold just to make you feel better."

"I know that, Nolan! That's why I left once I saw that you were okay! But you were obviously okay enough this morning to text me asking for food, and you're obviously okay enough right now to be yelling at me! I know that I don't know how hard it is for you, but I'm doing my best to be here for you and support you however I can. I know that you can't always text me or call me, and that's fine. But the way you're treating me right now is not okay." "You don't have to be here for me all the time. You didn't have to bring me food today if you really didn't want to. You can say no, y/n, you don't owe me anything."

You were hurt by his words but you tried your best not to show it. "I wanted to bring you food because I care about you! I want to be here for you! It just doesn't seem like you want me here. You've been nothing but cold to me since you texted me this morning! I don't mind doing these things for you, Nol, but you could at least act grateful."

"Whatever, y/n/n. Just go I guess. I'm not arguing with you anymore."

You opened your mouth but you didn't know what you would even say, so you put your coat on and left.

It had been a few days since your fight and you hadn't spoken to him at all. It was awful timing because you had midterms coming up and you were too distracted to study.

You were currently trying to force your way through a study guide when you got a call from Meg. You sighed and answered the phone. "Hey, Meg."

"Hey, y/n/n, what's up?" "Trying to study…what about you?" "You're not going to the game tonight?"

"No, I really need to study." "But I thought you were going…?" "Yeah, well plans change. I can't go anymore." You heard some mumbling in the background, which you assumed was Travis. A few moments later Meg spoke up again.

"Are you and Nolan fighting?"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, "We had a pretty big fight the other day and I haven't talked to him since. But regardless, I need to study. I have midterms next week."

"Travis said Nolan has been grumpier than usual. What did you fight about?"

"His migraines I guess??? I don't even know, I tried standing up for myself but he wasn't having it so I left."

"You haven't talked at all since?" "Nope, not a word." "Are you okay?" "I don't know, not really honestly. But I really can't dwell on it right now because I need to focus on studying." "And how is that going for you?" "Not very well." "Okay, so why don't you come over and we can talk about it. If you're not studying anyway it might help to get things off your chest."

You sighed as you thought about it, knowing that she was right you agreed and got your things together to go over there.

She had a glass of wine waiting for you and you sat down and told her everything.

"Okay, well you were right to stand up yourself. You've done a lot for him recently and you don't deserve to be treated that way."

"Yeah, but he's right, I didn't have to do any of it for him. He didn't ask, I just did it." "Okay so you didn't have to, but despite your weird ass relationship, it's not that crazy that you did. Everything you've done for Nolan I would do for Travis in a heartbeat. Yeah, we're engaged and it's a little different, but you and Nolan have something really special. It's beyond me and everyone in the world for that matter, why you two don't just get over yourselves and date officially. You've worked through fights in the past, you'll work through this too." "But they've never been this big before. And I don't like that it was about his migraines. Even if he apologizes who's to say that he won't act like this again. I feel like I can't fault him for it because it's his way of dealing with them. But I also know that I don't deserve to be treated that way so I just feel like we're not meant to be." "Y/n, that's bullshit and you know it. You and Nolan are like, the perfect match. It's been a few days, I'm sure he's feeling better, you've both calmed down, so sit down and talk about it. You know you're not going to be able to study until you do."

You sighed knowing that she was right, "okay…yeah you're right. I'll text him."

You: Hey, Nol.

You relaxed into the couch, feeling a sense of relief now that you've had some sort of contact. You took a few sips of wine as you waited, but thankfully it wasn't too long.

Nolan: Hey, y/n/n…

You: Can we talk?

Nolan: Yeah, wanna come over after the game?

You: Yeah, just text me when you get home.

Nolan: You're not coming to the game?

You: I wasn't going to…I really need to study.

Nolan: Oh, okay. I guess I'll see you later.

You decided not to respond, you still weren't super happy with him, so you didn't think you needed to defend your decision.

"Alright, I'm going over there to talk after the game." You updated Meg.

"Good. So you'll get ready with me???" She asked hopefully.

"Sorry, Meg. I do really need to try and study. I'm gonna head out."

"Fine," she pouted, "but you better let me know how it goes tonight!!!"

"I will, bye Meg."

Between having the game on in the background and thinking about what you were going to say, you weren't able to get much studying done. But you still tried your hardest until you received a text from Nolan telling you that he was leaving the arena.

You were hoping he would be in an okay mood…they won the game but Nolan didn't play. You didn't think he was having a migraine, it was probably more of a precaution, but nonetheless he'd be upset that he wasn't playing.

When you got to Nolan's he was sitting on the couch with two glasses of water in front of him. You smiled at the gesture, although it quickly faded when you remembered why you were even here. He stood up to greet you and you went and sat next to him on the couch.

"That was a good game…"

"You watched?" "Of course."

Nolan nodded, "I just wish I could have played…"

You smiled sadly, "I know, I'm sorry, Nols. Not feeling good?" He sighed and leaned back, "I don't know, I mean, I feel like I could have played, but it's just not worth the risk of bringing one on…"

You sat in silence for a little bit, neither of you knowing where to start. Just as you were about to speak up, Nolan beat you to it. "I'm really sorry for the way I treated you the other day. I know that you were just trying to help and I know that you don't have to do those things for me but I really do appreciate it. I shouldn't have yelled at you and I shouldn't have dismissed you the way that I did. I know it's not a great excuse, but it was just really bad the other night, I knew that I wasn't going to be fun to be around that's why I didn't want you here. But I don't have an excuse for how I treated you that morning. I had no right to say those things to you, I don't even really know what came over me. You've always been amazing to me and you do mean so much to me, y/n/n, you have no idea. I just hope that you'll forgive me…" "I appreciate your apology, Nols. My intention is never to overcrowd you or make you feel like you need my help. I'm here to help you with whatever you need and it's okay if you need some space too. It'd just be nice to be let down a little easier…"

Nolan smirked at your last comment, "I know, I'm sorry. I promise I will be better at communicating my needs with you." He put his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You rested your head on his chest and he kissed the top of your head.

You're my nemesis, you're my best friend

We nearly walk on common ground

You really didn't have big fights like that often, but you did however argue about stupid, little things all of the time.

One of the things that drove you absolutely nuts about your relationship with Nolan was how different the two of you were when it came to planning things and being on time. Nolan was very "go with the flow" and "we'll get there when we get there" which you loved for him…but you were much different. You liked to have things planned and you absolutely hated being late.

You were hanging out at your apartment one Friday afternoon watching Netflix when you got a text from Nolan.

Nolan: Hey, I need a date to an event tonight. I'll pick you up at 6:45.

You looked at the time and it was almost 2 o'clock.

Me: Whoa, whoa, whoa…what kind of event?

Nolan: Pretty fancy, black tie.

Me: Nolan!!!!! I don't have anything to wear!!!

Nolan: You have tons of dresses.

Me: Not any that fit black tie!

Nolan: Oh, well if you go now you'll have time to get one.

You scoffed and shook your head. Of course, he'd tell you about an event a few hours before and be so nonchalant about it.

Me: Fine, but I'm not happy.

Nolan: Why? You love these things.

Me: Yeah, when I have time to prepare for them!

Nolan: What do you need to prepare for? Just get a dress and do your makeup or whatever.

You chose not to respond to that because you didn't actually want to start a fight. It was also hard to actually be mad at him when he really had no idea what was wrong with the current situation.

You sent an SOS text to Meg and asked her to meet you at Nordstrom to help you pick something out.

Two hours later, there was a mound of dresses and jumpsuits in your dressing room but you finally found the perfect one. It was a beautiful, sleek, black, satin jersey gown.

"You look so hot, y/n/n." Meg complimented as you spun around in front of the mirror.

"Thanks…I just still can't believe I'm just finding out about this stupid gala." "Yeah, it's a little annoying. But look at you, you found the perfect dress and you still have time to get ready."

"I know, I just hate when he does this. You know how I am about stuff like this." "Yes, I know, Miss Organized…but it's not the end of the world."

You rolled your eyes at your cousin and went into the dressing room to change.

You hopped in the shower once you got home and did your hair and makeup as quickly as you could while still making it look good.

You heard Nolan come into your apartment and you glanced at the time because you weren't ready yet. You breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was only 6:30. You finished up your makeup, put on your heels, and grabbed your coat before walking down the hall to greet Nolan. He stood up from the couch when he heard you coming but was engrossed in his phone so he didn't look up at you. You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat to get his attention.

"You ready?" He asked without looking up.

You ignored his question and said his name firmly, "Nolan." He finally looked up at you but still didn't say anything about how you looked. "Do I look okay?"

"Yeah, I don't know what you were so worried about, babe. You look amazing."

"Don't make a habit of, Nols. I was super stressed about it."

He gave you an incredulous look but sighed and nodded his head, "sorry, princess. I'll make sure to tell you a year in advance next time."

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm and walked towards the door.

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One other thing about you and Nolan was that you bickered…constantly. He honestly drove you nuts more often than not but for some reason that was why you loved him so much.

You would argue about what to have for dinner.

"Pizza?" He suggested.

"We always have pizza, what about Chinese?" You protested.

He rolled his eyes at your suggestion, "we always have Chinese, too."

"Sushi?"

Nolan shook his head, "I don't feel like sushi." "Sandwiches?"

"Nah…" "Well, I don't know, Nolan! Why don't we just go to the store and make something." "That'll take too long." You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Whatever, just pick something, I don't care."

"You say that now but you're going to complain about it as soon as it gets here."

"Well we can't agree on anything so whatever, just get what you want." You didn't give him a chance to argue as you stomped down the hall to do some homework.

You always argued about directions.

"Why are you going this way?" Nolan asked as you made a turn.

"Because it's faster. There's always a ton of traffic the other way." "No it's not, this way is like 30 minutes longer. Even with traffic we'll get there faster the other way." "No we won't, Nolan. I drive this way all the time, it's fine, trust me." "Whatever you say, we're gonna be late though." "No we're not." "Yes we are." "No we're not!" "Yes we are." "Fine, if you're so worried about it, you drive." You huffed out as you pulled over and threw the car in park and got out of the car. Nolan shook his head at how ridiculous you were being but switched places with you anyway.

You ended up getting there 10 minutes late.

"I told you the other way was faster." You said as you climbed out of the car.

Nolan scoffed, "if you hadn't thrown a fit and just kept driving we would have been on time." "Are you kidding me? It took two minutes to switch places. That's not why we're late." "Whatever.…" He grumbled as he shot you a glare. You stuck your tongue out at him and he shook his head walking a few steps in front of you.

He hated that you always hogged the blankets.

To no surprise, Nolan woke up in the middle of night shivering with no blankets on. He sighed angrily and tried to pull the blankets over to him. He wasn't successful because you were all wrapped up in them and they were impossible to move.

"Y/n." He said nudging your shoulder. "Y/n/n." You stirred a bit but didn't wake up. "Y/n." He said louder. Nothing. He sighed again grabbed his water bottle from the nightstand. He poured a little bit on your face and you shot up in shock.

"What the fuck, Nolan?!"

"You were hogging the blankets!" "So you dumped water on me?!"

"You wouldn't wake up!" "You're such an ass." You seethed as you pulled the blanket back to you and rolled over to face away from him. Nolan scoffed at your action and tugged on the blanket. "Get your own blanket if you're so concerned about it." You said as you held onto it so he couldn't have any.

"And I'm the ass…" He muttered in defeat as he got up to grab a blanket from the other room.

You hated the way he put the toilet paper on the holder.

"Nolan!!!" You screamed from the bathroom. You were pretty sure at this point he was doing it just to piss you off. You hated when people put the toilet paper on upside down. The right way to put it was so the tail was on top. It flowed so much better and you didn't understand how people could think that it’s okay the other way.

As you angrily switched it around, Nolan was out in the living room smirking because he knew exactly what you were yelling about. He feigned innocence as you came stomping down the hallway yelling at him for putting it on like that. "Oh, I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to."

You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed. "Seriously, Nolan. You know it pisses me off." "I know, I’m sorry, I just don't think about it when I'm changing it, because it's really not a big deal. It's just toilet paper."

"Yeah, but it's so much easier when it's right side up."

"Some would argue that you have it wrong." "Yeah they might, but they're stupid. If you don’t care, why can't you just put it the way I like it." "I try to, babe, I just forget sometimes." "Well please, try and remember."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

A few days later, Nolan went into the bathroom and chuckled when he saw a sign posted by the extra toilet paper.

Please put toilet the right side up. Thank you :)

Deciding he wanted to dance with the devil, he switched the toilet paper so it was the "wrong way." It took a while, but a few hours later he was in the kitchen grabbing a snack when he heard his name being yelled from the bathroom. He laughed and shook his head, preparing for the storm that was coming his way.

But we're suckers for the thrill, playing fuck, marry, and kill

Honey you're all three.

No matter how much argued, bickered, or fought, you loved him. He was your person. You were with each other for your best moments and you stuck by each other through your worst.

Your best friend, your lover, your soulmate. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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You and Nolan were enjoying a rare day off you had together lounging around the apartment. Nolan had noticed that one of his favorite bands, Mt. Joy were on Instagram live. He shot them a quick text asking if it was okay if he joined. They of course said yes so he hopped on.

You were in the kitchen baking cookies, only half listening to what Nolan was saying. However, you immediately stopped what you were doing when you heard something that Nolan said. "I'm just hanging out at home with my girlfriend. Enjoying the day off." Once you got over the initial shock you listened more intently to see if he would say anything more about it. "Yeah, we've been together for a while. Pretty much since I came to Philly." Your jaw dropped. Of course. Of course he would play it off as if you've been dating for years. Apparently you were lost in thought for longer than you thought because the next thing you know Nolan came up and waved his hand in front of your face. "You there?"

"Oh yeah, sorry." "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm your girlfriend, huh?"

He smirked at your tone, "of course you're my girlfriend. Am I not your boyfriend?" "Oh my god, Nolan!"

"What?!" "How long have I been your girlfriend?" He shrugged, "I don't know, I thought we were always kind of dating."

You scoffed, "unbelievable." He gave you a questioning look but you shrugged him off. "Nothing…never mind."

"No, tell me." He insisted.

"It's just, we never really talked about it or had the conversation so I didn't think we were actually boyfriend and girlfriend." "So we've just been…what, a thing? For three and a half years?"

"Well, I don't know, I guess. We've never celebrated an anniversary or anything. And this is the first time I've ever heard you call me you your girlfriend." "Oh, well, I'm sorry y/n/n. I guess after it had been so long I just kind of assumed." You gave him an amused huff. "What? Should we have talked about it?"

"No, no, I guess not…" you reassured, "it's just so…us."

"Us?" "Our whole relationship has been me overthinking and you under thinking, apparently…no offense."

He chuckled at your explanation. "You've been overthinking our relationship?"

"Well, yeah! I never knew what we were but you never seemed worried about it so I didn't want to bring it up."

"Okay…so if you need it spelled out for you…" he started earning himself an eye roll from you, "will you be my girlfriend?"

"I thought I already was?" You replied with a playful smirk.

He rolled his eyes at your teasing but teased you right back. "So are we good? We didn't just break up, did we?"

"No, I love you too much to give you up that easy." He raised his eyebrows at your admission. "Oh, you love me, huh?" You stuttered a bit, realizing that because you had been so insecure you had never actually said it back. "See I notice things, not such an under thinker, am I?"

"I'm sorry, it's my overthinking... I always just thought it kind of slipped out when you said it and because I didn't know what we were I was scared if I said it back things would end." "What?!" He asked, looking at you like you had two heads. "How does that even make sense?!" "I don't know!!" You defended, "I just thought…I don't know... I guess I really don't have an explanation. Just that I'm a little bit crazy."

"It's okay, I already knew that. Your insistence that there is a correct way to put toilet paper on the holder was a dead giveaway."

"Ha ha ha…" you fake laughed, "you do put it the right way now, though…"

"I can't have you going off the rails on me…"

You gently shoved him and shook your head. He smiled and cupped your face in his hands. "I love you, y/n/n. I always have and I always will."

"I love you too, Nolly." You said with a smirk.

Nolan grimaced at the nickname, "okay, maybe not when you call me that."

"Oh, come on, Nolly. You know you love it." "I don't...but I love you so I'll let it slide."

You stood on your tip toes prompting Nolan to bend down so you could kiss him. He picked you up and set you on the counter and you made out for a few minutes.

"As much as I want to make sweet, sweet love to you baby, this dough smells really good…" He said, suggesting you finish the cookies.

"Aye, aye, captain." You saluted as you pushed him out of the way and hopped off the counter.

For the rest of your life with Nolan, there wasn't a day that went by where you didn't want to fuck, marry, and kill him. But it never stopped you from loving him.

#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nolan patrick imagine #nhl fan fiction

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koo-zy · 3 years

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hello! do you have any fantasy/historical jungkook x reader fic recs ?

hello lovely!! i’m so sorry i missed this yesterday :( i was actually planning on reorganizing my tumblr because i feel like no fics are ever going to be able to be found my blog LOL so hopefully that’ll be done soon!!

as for the fantasy/historical fics.. i’m honestly not too sure what “fantasy” (do demons count..? soulmates..? werewolves????) typically includes so i’m just going to include a bunch of fics that hopefully fit in :”) here are the first ones that i thought of + summaries included in their main posts!

also.. i’m sure i missed a lot of amazing fics (mainly because i’m dumb as hell and don’t really know what can be included in “fantasy”) and would like to apologize in advance!!

@inktae ’s entire masterlist (they have a lot of fantasy fics!)

while this isn’t just jungkook recs, @ficswithluv had a fantasy category a few weeks ago!

@kpopfanfictrash ‘s jungkook masterlist

@fortunexkookie ‘s jungkook masterlist

one shots!

énouement - @littlemisskookie Mulan!AU

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

midas - @gukyi

jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

i will not lose! - @jimlingss Magic!AU

A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

a piece of the moonlight - @/jimlingss Mulan!AU

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

dynasty - @/jimlingss Historical!AU

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

game of temptation ft. knj, myg, kth - @/jimlingss Succubus!AU

As a succubus, your beauty is unrivaled and shaped to tempt mortals. But it’s still hard to resist Taehyung, and there’s little you can do once you’ve been coerced to do his bidding for him. This time, you find yourself entering the affluent Kim Household as a housemaid. And these poor humans don’t know your intentions are far from being angelic.

knot today - @kinktae

(IDK IF WEREWOLVES COUNT BUT JERHFBDSKNZX THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!)

When your first heat approaches and you are left partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

ego - @luxekook Harry Potter!AU

(..i also don’t know if HP counts LOL)

in which jeongguk is a cocky lil shit and the reader has to take him down a few pegs

stumbling - @hayjeon Prince!AU

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: hii! so the royal wedding of prince harry and meghan is today, and since my bias is JK and since i’m such a sucker for royal stuff, can i reuest a fic of bts all being royal of 7 different kingdom, and all of them being invited to jin’s wedding and the girl (oc) is also invited and kookie met her there, and eventually took an interest at her? the girl is also royalty from other kingdom. thanks!

werewolf!jungkook - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: Werewolf!jk? (im sorry ik it’s overused and unoriginal) where he and his mate have pups to take care of and they’re quite a mischievous bunch!

there for you - @cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jungkook is always known for doing things unapologetically, and it makes sense given how almost nothing gets under his skin—almost nothing, but maybe there’s an exception that takes a form of a muggleborn with the shy smile and quirky spells.

say you won’t let go - @/cupofteaguk Soulmates!AU

You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in

new romantics - @/cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.

a cinderella story - @suhdays Modern Cinderella!AU

you are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. so, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. that boy? none other than the rugby star himself, jeon jeongguk. it doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming halloween party. he’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?

explorer - @1kook Alien!AU

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

rottenfolk - @junqkook Faerie!AU

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

the young wolf - @/junqkook Game of Thrones!AU

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

the lighthouse - @rubycoast S2L!AU

(im not too sure if this is considered fantasy but its one of my favs!)

you and jungkook had one thing in common: you were both lost souls stagnant in the search of some fulfillment. the one of many differences was that your story had been written on your sleeves, while jungkook’s was a story needed to be unriddled.

black magic - @hansolmates Magic Uni!AU

a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons Fantasy!AU

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him. fantasy au.

the lionheart’s oath - @sugaxjpg Knight & Princess!AU

There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.

ghosts just wanna have fun - @/sugaxjpg Psychic & MedSchool!AU

When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

wartime child - @ktheist Wizard!AU

raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

birth of an empress - @/ktheist Dragon Slayer!AU

partners for three years and friends for longer, jungkook thought you’d remain so until he saw you with the knight at the merchant’s trade.

alternatively, the friendly neighborhood wizard trying to propose to the infamous dragon slayer in the middle of slaying a dragon? now, that’s classic.

series/two shots!

fear in your eyes - @/gukyi Werewolf!AU

(again, idk if werewolves count but hifksdjcx !!!!)

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

the worshiper series - @/jimlingss

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven -- existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

a promise of freedom - @/jimlingss Wartime!AU

War is cruel and its inhumanity has not spared you. Captured by the enemy, you were brought to the front lines to heal their wounded. But after one night of saving a particular man’s life, he swears to fulfill any wish of yours.

one year, my love - @/hayjeon Historical!AU

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

demigod!au drabbles - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: i have a supernatural au prompt! how bout daughter of hades/loner!reader and son of zeus/bully! jungkook?

into the woods - @/junqkook Goblin!AU

getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

lionheart - @/junqkook Magic!AU

as a sorcerer, it is of the utmost importance that you keep your magic a secret from everyone. when you become prince jungkook’s servant, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep your identity hidden; especially when you fall in love with him.

a royal exchange - @/hansolmates

she’s the man!au where the princess impersonates her brother yoongi in order to finish his degree on time while yoongi is thrusted into princely duties. jeongguk is in the mess purely through room arrangement

knight!jungkook x princess!reader - @/ktheist

a series with 27 parts!

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head right now :(( not gonna lie, half of these probably don’t even fit into either of those categories and i know there are so so so many amazing fantasy/historical fics out there!! i wish i knew them all but i hope this helped a little bit! if anyone has any fic they’d like to rec, feel free to send it to meee :)

and finallyyyyy i leave my following page open for viewing as well so you can check out all of the authors i follow!! please show all of these authors (and many more) some love! <3

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be11atrixthestrange · 3 years

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Waking Up In Vegas Chapter 9

After a night of debauchery, Ron and Hermione wake up in Vegas... married.

Muggle!AU. Romcom!Romione. Slow burning, smutty, angst-fest.

Rated M for reasons.

Ao3 | FFN

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[Ron]

"Okay. Let's talk," says Ron, throwing his arms down in defeat. "Go on, then."

"Not here!" exclaims Lavender, her eyes nervously scanning the restaurant where they're still drawing attention. "Not in front of people," she whispers.

"Where, then?"

'Your room."

Ron narrows her eyes at her. His room has to be the worst place for whatever conversation she wants to have. He has an inkling that her grievances will include 'don't you miss me?' and 'we're in Vegas, let's live a little' and being in a room alone with her and a king-sized bed is a very bad idea.

However, unlike her previous attempts to get him in bed, this time he has his eyes set on someone else, and her tricks won't work.

"Okay then," shrugs Ron. "Let's go to my room."

Lavender beams, and Ron reckons he should tell her to keep her pants on and her hopes down.

They leave the bar and continue up the stairs to his room, Lavender skipping by his side while her hand swings between them, almost begging for an accidental brush of his fingers. Ron crosses his arms in front of his body, wondering if his intentions were that obvious on the walk back to the hotel with Hermione, when he was painstakingly aware of how close his hand was to hers.

Panic sets in as they approach the door to his room. Did he ever clean up the whipped cream and champagne flutes from last night? Does he even care if Lavender sees?

His question answers itself when he opens the door to find that the room is spotless, thanks to the hotel's cleaning service, but his stomach sinks in disappointment. Maybe spotting the evidence that Ron really has moved on would have been a clear signal for Lavender to follow suit.

Immediately after entering the room, Lavender tumbles into his perfectly-made bed.

"Can you get off my bed?" he hisses.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Seriously. It's a bit weird, don't you think?"

She narrows her eyes, which are momentarily wet with tears, before making a dramatic show of getting up.

"Where can I sit, then?"

Instead of getting too comfortable, he'd rather she get straight to the point. "What do you need to talk about?"

"Nothing in particular," she says airily, taking a seat beside him on a barstool.

Ron rolls his eyes. "You just said—'

"I said, I want to talk. We never just talk anymore," Lavender says, as if that was a valid reason to drag him away from a very enjoyable afternoon at the bar.

"We never talk because we broke up."

"Right, and I want to make sure you have people to talk to. You know, confide in."

"Confide in?"

"Yes, Ron. Confide. I can tell you're stressed out. You're doing a lot for Harry and Ginny, planning this whole trip and everything. I just want you to know I'm here if you need a sounding board."

The way she bats her eyelashes at him and reaches her hand to his head to brush his fringe from his eyes sends tingles down his spine, and not the good kind. He sees right through this.

"I'm not stressed," he says, and it's true — he's not at all anxious about the trip. Hermione's done most of the planning, and thanks to her itinerary, things have been extremely smooth.

It's almost as if Lavender can see Hermione's name passing through his thoughts. "It looked like you were having a pretty intense conversation with Hermione Granger at the bar."

Ron doesn't like the sound of her full name in Lavender's voice. It makes Hermione sound like a stranger. Emphasizing the name instead of the person behind it sounds like an attempt to create distance, and Ron doesn't want to know what Lavender plans on justifying with that distance. Other than being a bully, of course.

He hopes his calculated response will get under her skin. "Yeah. 'Mione's great."

Ron's never used a nickname on Hermione before, but Lavender doesn't need to know that. Plus, he likes the way it sounds. Maybe he'll try it later, if she'll allow it, of course.

Without warning, his mind flashes to his bed, where his fingers are digging into her flesh as he grips her by the thighs to pull her writhing body hard against his erection. He's on his back, watching her ride him and freely calling her 'Mione' — moaning it, even. She bites her bottom lip and her breasts bounce with every thrust, her pleasure is evident by her arching back and hitching breath, and she doesn't seem to mind the nickname one bit.

Lavender's shrill voice pulls him from his ill-timed daydream. "I agree, she's great!" she says, her tone suddenly cheerful, like she's talking about a beloved college roommate. "I'm quite surprised by how much I like her. There's more to her than meets the eye, you know."

"Yeah, well, that goes for most people—" says Ron, now in two minds about diverting the conversation away from Hermione. What does she mean there's more to her than meets the eye?

There's not enough time to decide if it's worth humoring Lavender before she continues. "I'm just surprised that you two get along. You're like polar opposites."

He opens his mouth to respond but she interrupts.

"Oh of course! Football!"

"Football?"

"Yeah, she's a pretty big football fan, but you knew that, didn't you?"

He didn't know that, and as exciting as that news is, it makes him wonder how it didn't come up in conversation. She knows he's a football fan. Why has she never engaged him in a conversation about it? Ron shakes his head, refocusing on the present conversation. Lavender might be trying to get into his head.

"I'm sure most of it she picked up from Viktor, but still. She can probably carry on a sports conversation better than me."

Viktor. He knows that name. But it can't be… "Viktor?" he asks, unable to resist asking for more information.

"You know the one, that Bulgarian player."

He sure does. Viktor Krum. "Hermione knows Viktor Krum?"

Lavender scoffs. "Yeah. She dated him. For a long time," she says, reaching for his fringe again. Misreading the jealousy etched across Ron's face as confusion, she continues, "I was surprised too. He's hot. She might not look like much, but she clearly has no problem landing a really good football player."

To Ron's dismay, his daydream returns and he's back in his bed, pinned down by Hermione as she grinds on top of him. But this time, she answers to 'Mione' with a nickname of her own: Vicky. She screams that name when she reaches her climax, but it sucks the pleasure from the moment, and all Ron wants to do is fucking cry.

"Anyway, that's not really my tea to spill," says Lavender, shrugging innocently.

No it's not, he thinks. Although he wishes she didn't spill it, he's grateful she did.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asks Lavender, drawing her hand away and taking stock of his hollow expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he responds curtly.

"And we're good?" she asks.

Are they good? He doesn't know — he can't decide if she is manipulating him or not. All he knows is that he's suddenly self-conscious about having kissed Hermione, and curious how it compared to Vicky. He can't help but wonder if her disappointment in finding out she's married to Ron stems from the fact that she could have had anyone else — for example: an older, hotter, professional football player.

"We're good," he says. Lavender doesn't need to know any of it.

"Good."

An awkward silence encroaches as Ron waits for Lavender to leave, but she doesn't move. She looks like she wants to say something else.

"You know I still care about you, right?" she says eventually, breaking the tension.

"Of course," he adds, unwilling to say it back. He does care about Lavender, but he knows she wants to hear it too. It has to be a trap...

"I just miss my best friend. That's all." At that moment, she leans in so their shoulders are touching, and reaches her hand toward his exposed knee.

"Best friends don't sit this close," he says. His tone is colder than he anticipates, but that might be a good thing. It's probably necessary to get his message across at this point. "You should go, Lavender."

She lets out a shaky sigh, and Ron dares himself to look at her face. Her face is reddening, and her eyes water. She's not accustomed to rejection, especially not from him. "Walk me back?" she asks.

"Sorry, Lav. I really need a shower."

She opens her mouth to respond, but then snaps it shut, as if her automatic response was to flirt with him and invite herself to stay for the shower. Her face reddens and she looks away, his rejection fully catching up to her.

"Okay then. I'll see you at the bar later?"

"The bar?"

"Yeah, we're all getting together. Even Hermione," she adds icily.

Ron groans, shaking his head. He knew it. She fucking knows.

"Maybe," he says, avoiding her gaze. He then stands, stumbles into the bathroom, and slams the door.

She is so damn good at getting into his head. How does she know? And is that Viktor Krum stuff true?

There's only one way to find out...

He can vaguely hear Lavender huff as the bathroom door shuts, and he places his hands on the counter to gauge his reflection.

He looks like absolute hell. His skin is shiny and peeling, he has more freckles than he ever thought possible, and his hair is still dripping with sweat. Fuck the desert. How stupid was he, thinking that Hermione might have found him attractive in this state? She was probably relieved when Lavender settled into his lap at the bar; it was the perfect escape plan. Thanks to Lavender, Hermione didn't have to sit around and wave off unwanted advances from the weird sweaty guy she accidentally married — why would she want him when she was used to Viktor Fucking Krum? If it was true, that is.

He hears his hotel room door slam shut, and only then does he feel comfortable turning on the shower and stripping off his clothing, making a point not to look at his scrawny self in the mirror. Ron steps into the shower and groans as the cool water hits his sunburnt body, and forces his mind to wander far away from Hermione Granger.

When he's done, Ron steps out of the shower and towels off, still avoiding his reflection until he can't anymore. He ties the towel around his hips and stomps to his suitcase; maybe he owns something that can make him look somewhat desirable tonight.

He rummages through his clothing, settling on a royal blue button-down shirt and grey shorts. Lavender always says the blue brings out his eyes, and maybe she's right. He reluctantly makes his way back to the bathroom to check his reflection. The blue seems to distract from his reddened skin, and the structure of the shirt makes him look a little bit less lanky. Maybe he could catch Hermione's eye tonight, or, if she's truly not interested, he could attract the attention of someone else.

Someone else? The thought makes his stomach flip — he doesn't really want anyone else.

What would Hermione think if she knew that?

Ron leaves the bathroom, slips on his shoes, and after checking to make sure he has his phone, his wallet, and his room key, he turns out the lights and leaves.

Ron arrives at the hotel bar, and its new appearance leaves him momentarily confused. The bar has transformed from the quaint eatery where he and Hermione shared a round of drinks and appetizers just a short time ago to a bustling nightclub. The walls have come alive with flashy neon lights, which gives the portraits the illusion of movement. Just when he thinks this hotel can't get any more ridiculous, it seems he's proven wrong.

Previously an open-air eatery, the restaurant's doors are now blocked by a security guard standing his ground like a gargoyle. He checks Ron's I.D. then gestures to a sign on the door — something about no guns allowed on the premises.

"I'll have to pat you down."

"Uh, okay," says Ron, holding his arms out, while the security guard scans him for weapons. America's a strange place.

He enters the bar through a cloud of smoke, reminding him of a grade school stage production. People are everywhere, the music has shifted from acoustic tunes to electric pop remixes, and the place smells of cologne and alcohol.

Then he spots his sister at a large rectangular table across the dance floor. She waves him over and hands him a mystery cocktail.

"Drink this!"

Ron can almost smell the alcohol on her breath even though she's feet away. He glances over at Harry, slumped in a chair looking dazed and confused.

"You've gotten the party started quick, haven't you?" asks Ron as he brings the straw to his lips. The wave of guilt induced from the turtle-killing plastic straw is cut off by a slap of sugar and alcohol. "What is this?"

"Don't know!" says Ginny. "You're too sober!"

He decides her assessment is fair as he scans the crowd, looking for no one in particular, of course.

"Lavender's not here yet," croons Ginny, once she spots his eyes washing over the crowd. "If that's what you're wondering."

"It isn't," says Ron pointedly.

But then someone catches his eye. Hermione's at the bar, wearing a tight black dress that instantly makes Ron's shorts feel a size too small. Her hair is pulled back to display her gorgeous sun-kissed skin which looks shimmery and flawless, as if she's wearing a spot of make-up.

As far as he can remember, he's never seen her wear makeup before. Although she looks stunning all glammed up for the night, she didn't need to do any of it. It makes his heart swell and clench at the same time — there's something so vulnerable about Hermione doing hair and makeup for an evening out, and he even dares to wonder if he crossed her mind while getting ready.

If so, he hopes he will have the opportunity to tell her how beautiful she looks tonight. Maybe he'll even get a chance to say it again tomorrow, when all that makeup has been washed down his shower drain or even better — rubbed off by his bedsheets.

Ron gulps down the rest of the sugar-bomb masquerading as a cocktail, and makes his way toward Hermione. As he approaches her, his stomach clenches into knots at the memory of his conversation with Lavender. Viktor Fucking Krum. Is it true? Did they really date? Are they still shagging? It could be Lavender trying to get into his head, but he has to know.

"Hey, Hermione," he says as he reaches the bar. "Long time no see."

Hermione whips around and scowls at him. "What do you want?"

Ron takes a step back, baffled by her response. Did he say something wrong? Maybe she really was relieved to get rid of him earlier, and him approaching her now is the last thing she wants.

"Well, we were interrupted earlier, so I was hoping we could just pick up where we left off at the bar—"

"Oh really?" Her eyes are wide and suddenly angry — it almost wouldn't look out of place if they had turned crimson-red. "You want to pick up where we left off? And where exactly was that? With you staring down my shirt over a cocktail?" The rest of her words blend together, and it's then that Ron realizes she's had a bit much to drink.

Ron's face floods with color and his throat tightens. He steadies his voice to hide his hurt, but it only comes off as angry. "Hermione, are you okay? We should get you back to your room."

She opens her mouth to retort but is interrupted by a man's arm sliding over her shoulders. "Is there a problem here?"

The man is tall, muscular, and wears a smug smile that makes Ron want to punch him in the face. Although it's tempting, one glance at the man's ham-like hands stops him. Ron knows better than to start fights he can't finish.

"Who are you?" he asks instead.

"Cormac," says the man with a thick southern-American twang. "Who the fuck are you?"

Hermione leans into Cormac's arm as he slides a drink in front of her. Hermione immediately puts her mouth to the plastic straw and takes a long swig.

"Well listen, Cormac. I'm a friend of Hermione's," he begins, trying to emphasize 'friend' to convey how blurry their line really is. "She's had too much to drink, so I'm just going to take her back to her room safely now."

Ron reaches for her arm but is cut off by Cormac's hand. That's when he notices the large football tattoo on his forearm. Great. Another football player. Hermione has a type.

"I can do it," growls Cormac.

"No," says Ron. "I will."

"Can I have some water?" slurs Hermione toward the bartender, who instantly obliges.

"Mione," growls Cormac, and Ron's stomach sinks. He immediately wishes he could unhear the nickname slipping from Cormac's mouth — it sounds wrong in his seductive grumble, like he's appropriating a word from a language he knows nothing about. "Do you want to go back with this asshole, or with me? Remember, he lied to you."

"What are you talking abo—"

But Ron doesn't have time to finish his question before a wall of ice-water slams into his face, causing him to stumble back. Suddenly, he's alert, shell-shocked, and full of adrenaline. "What the FUCK?" he yells.

"You lied to me!" mumbles Hermione, now holding an empty glass of water, while Cormac watches on, wearing his smug but knowing grin.

"What are you talking about?" He turns to Cormac. "What did you tell her? And who the FUCK are you?" Ron's heart is pumping fast with anger, likely energized from the rush of ice water that when paired with the heat he's starting to grow accustomed to, has left him shivering from temperature-whiplash.

"Just a guy trying to get some action," says Cormac, quietly enough that Hermione, slurping away at the mystery cocktail that Cormac has so kindly purchased for her, can't hear.

Ron is seeing red. If Hermione's too far gone to care that she's drinking out of a plastic straw, she's too far gone to go home with this twat. The buzz from Ron's single but very strong cocktail is becoming apparent, and he feels like he can run a marathon. Instead, he channels his energy in the best place for it— Cormac's stupid face. Consequences be damned, Ron clenches his fist, winds up, and slams it right into his cheekbone, underneath his left eye.

Ron yelps — his buzzed and adrenaline-filled state isn't enough to mask the pain of his knuckles hitting hard bone, but luckily, his cry is drowned out by Cormac's, who clutches his head and stumbles a few feet back.

"What the hell?"

Before Cormac can retaliate, something, or someone, grabs Ron by the shoulders and shoves him away from the bar. "Get out."

It's the security guard from before, now clutching Ron's upper arm and leading him toward the bar's exit. "It's him that you have to worry about!" he says, trying to motion toward Cormac and Hermione, but he can't loosen the guard's grip on him to muster any gestures.

"Looked to me like you threw the punch," says the guard calmly, before pushing Ron out the door and slamming it shut behind him.

Well, fuck. Now what?

Ron rummages in his pocket for his phone, only to find that it won't turn on. How did he not think to charge it? He has to text Ginny, or even Harry, and warn them about Cormac. Who knows what that man is going to try with Hermione.

He shoves his phone back into his pocket and takes the stairs two at a time, with one goal in mind: find a way to keep Hermione safe.

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earliebirb · 4 years

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thank you so much for your fill for my prompt, that was so lovely!! 💕💕 not to overwhelm you, but since you reblogged that prompt list yesterday, stevetony + 16 or 47 if you want? 😊

Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took me a while to finish this because 1) school, and 2) for some reason, this got way out of control and ended up being 4.5k words.

(I also ended up incorporating both 16 and 47 from the prompt list into the story. I hope you don’t mind!)

Sorry if the fic is too long for your liking! Also, don’t worry about overwhelming me. For some reason, getting fic requests like this really gets my creative juices flowing. :)

Without further ado, here it is! I hope you like it!

come build a home out of me

steve/tony, au: college, fake dating, getting together, 4527 words

(16 and 47 from this list)

The first thing Steve sees when he walks into the apartment is Tony, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, staring hard at something on the coffee table.

“What’s wrong?”

Tony looks up at the sound of Steve’s voice, having been so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice Steve coming into the apartment.

“Oh, it’s just—” Tony shrugs, gesturing to the thing on the coffee table. As Steve nears the table, he notices that it’s an envelope. Steve looks at Tony in question.

Tony sighs. “It’s a wedding invite.”

“Someone you know getting married?”

Tony worries at his bottom lip. After a beat, he answers: “It’s my ex, Monica. She’s getting married.”

“Oh.” Steve inhales, trying to gauge the situation. Steve remembers him talking about Monica, the one girl he dated all throughout high school during one of their late night talks Steve is very fond of. They used to have late night talks that last until the early hours of the morning, until they struggle to stay up while lying in their respective beds situated at opposite ends of the small dorm room they had shared during the first two years of college before they decided to move into an apartment off-campus.

Of course, living in an apartment is a lot more comfortable than living in a cramped college dorm room. There is more privacy, for one. Sometimes, though, he misses having Tony’s face be the last thing he sees before he goes to sleep and the first thing he sees when he wakes up, always just a few feet away from him.

“Yeah.” Tony sighs again, clearly perturbed.

“Are you going to go?”

“I don’t know. If I don’t go, people are definitely going to talk. If I go alone, people are also still going to talk. Everyone knows she’s the one who dumped me after all, not the other way around.”

Oh, yes. Steve knows that, too. Tony has told him about how Monica had dumped him on the night of prom and how very public and humiliating and depressing the whole ordeal was. Steve remembers the way he had felt irrationally annoyed at Monica, this girl that he didn’t even know personally, thinking about how dumb she must be for breaking up with Tony, because if Steve were ever granted the blessing to have those beautiful Bambi eyes looking at him and only him?

Well.

Steve clears his throat.

“What if I went with you?” he asks nonchalantly, like his heart isn’t threatening to beat out of his ribcage.

Tony blinks a few times, looking at Steve, his mouth ajar. “As a— As my date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, feeling a little breathless.

“You don’t mind?” Tony furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t. In fact, you can just tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m sure they’ll back off, wouldn’t they?”

What.

“I— Huh?” Tony stares at him, brown eyes blown wide open.

What. What. What.

“Huh? Uh, I mean— You know, that way people will see that you have definitely moved on. Monica will see that you have moved on. Right?” Steve smiles, hoping that it masks his inner panic, because what?

Steve Rogers, what have you done?

Tony’s eyes linger on him, like he is still trying to make sense of the utter nonsense that has come out of Steve’s mouth.

Thankfully, Steve’s brain suddenly decides to come back online. Coming back to his senses, Steve opens his mouth to retract all of his ridiculous suggestions, when—

“Okay.” Tony nods.

Steve’s mouth snaps shut. Tony looks at him, expression unreadable.

“That’s a good idea. Thanks, Steve.” Tony stands up, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “It’s this Saturday. Prepare a tux.”

With that, Tony enters his bedroom, leaving Steve sitting on the couch, stunned, dumbfounded, and wondering what mess he has gotten himself into.

The night of the wedding rolls around and the next thing Steve knows, he is standing in the middle of the wedding reception beside Tony, who looks absolutely stunning in his classic black suit.

They have come up with a simple background story on how they became a couple, just to make sure they are on the same page. They met because they were roommates in college (which is the truth) and they dated two months into knowing each other (which is not the truth, no matter how much Steve’s traitorous heart wished it was). The rest of the details, they figured, wouldn’t matter as much since they just have to keep up this charade for the night.

Steve is determined not to let Tony down. He has offered himself to be Tony’s fake boyfriend for the night, and he is going to deliver, goddammit. He is going to be the best fake boyfriend the world has ever seen, especially in front of Tony’s ex-girlfriend.

It all goes on fairly smoothly. Throughout the night, Steve has kept a respectful hand on the small of Tony’s back. Little touches here and there, completely immersed in the role of the doting boyfriend. And if his heart clenches just a little bit every time Tony welcomes his touches so naturally and even initiates some of his own? Well, no one needs to know.

The DJ plays something slow and gentle as the lighting dims in the ballroom. Steve sees couples all around the room step onto the dance floor, swaying along to the crooning of a popular love song.

“May I have this dance?” Steve offers his hand to Tony, holding his breath as Tony looks up at him.

Tony smiles, something soft dancing in his eyes as he accepts Steve’s hand.

They walk to the dance floor. Tony loops his hands around Steve’s neck and Steve’s hands settle comfortably on Tony’s waist.

Tony’s eyes remain trained on him throughout the dance, looking up at him from under long dark lashes, slightly obscured by his unruly brown curls. Steve reaches up to gently brush the curls aside, just so he can look at Tony a little bit better. Tony blinks as Steve touches his hair and Steve feels the flutter of Tony’s lashes tickling his skin, the movement bringing a smile to his lips. Something warm runs through his veins and he feels a lightness settle beneath his bones as they sway on the dance floor. Steve wonders what it would be like to really have this, to be able to hold Tony in his arms whenever he wants to, to have Tony smiling at him like Steve is his entire universe.

Tony licks his lips and Steve’s gaze falls on them. He thinks of how temporary this is—this dream he loathes to wake up from—and something breaks a little within him. He closes his eyes instead, rests his forehead against Tony’s, and lets himself drown in the moment. Resolutely ignoring all logic and reality, he lets himself savor the fantasy, the privilege of having Tony as his for the night.

When the song ends, Steve forces himself to pull away from Tony. It’s almost physically painful.

“I’ll get us something to drink?” Steve asks and Tony nods. Steve turns to head towards the bar, when Tony’s fingers catch his wrist.

Steve turns around to look questioningly at him. Tony takes a deep breath and swallows, squeezing his wrist gently. It might just be Steve’s imagination, but Steve thinks he sees something akin to sorrow bleed into his eyes. When Tony smiles, for some reason it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Don’t go too far,” Tony says, his voice unusually rough. Having Tony look at him like that makes Steve feel like someone has tied a knot around his heart and pulled.

He doesn’t know what came over him, but he finds his feet bringing him closer to Tony. He leans close to plant a soft and reverent kiss on Tony’s temple. He thinks he hears Tony’s breath hitching, but that might also have been his own.

“I won’t,” Steve promises, before really pulling away from Tony this time.

When he reaches the bar, he asks the bartender to make his drink extra strong before burying his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Tony is really doing an excellent job at this whole fake dating thing. Steve, on the other hand, feels like he needs to lock himself in a room and scream. He really dug his own grave when he suggested this to Tony, didn’t he?

When Steve finds Tony again, drinks in his hands, he notices a commotion a short distance away and realizes, with a sharp intake of breath, that the bride and groom are making the rounds. His heartbeat starts ringing in his ears when he realizes Monica and her groom—Jeff, his memory supplies—are heading towards Tony and him. He attempts to quell his nerves by taking a few sips of his drink before setting the two glasses down at a nearby table.

“Oh my gosh. Tony? I’m so glad you made it!” Monica shrieks, excited. She hugs Tony, planting a kiss on his cheek. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How have you been?”

“Congratulations, Monica, Jeff.” Tony smiles. “I’m doing fine. Uh, this is—”

Tony hesitates visibly and Steve steels himself before flashing the bride and groom his brightest smile.

“Hi. I’m Steve, Tony’s boyfriend. Congratulations to the both of you.”

“Thank you. Oh, wow. Look at you! How long have you guys been together?”

“Almost three years now,” Steve replies with contrived ease, a stab of longing shooting through him.

“God, you’re so lucky, Tony. He’s a looker.” Monica nudges Tony with a wink.

Steve smiles and curls an arm around Tony’s waist. He looks down at Tony and finds Tony already looking up at him. “Not really,” he says and feels his lips curl into an involuntary smile as he looks into Tony’s eyes, “I’m definitely the lucky one.” It’s the truth. Some days, Steve feels amazed at his own luck, thanking the universe for leading him to Tony, letting him have the privilege of even knowing Tony, albeit just as a friend.

Steve turns back to Monica. This time, the words roll off his tongue easily, having been pulled from the innermost recesses of his heart: “He’s beautiful, brilliant in spades, and the most kind-hearted person I know.”

“Aw, you guys are so cute together!” Monica gushes appreciatively.

“Is marriage on the cards? Are we going to be hearing wedding bells soon?” Jeff teases goodnaturedly.

Steve laughs. “Well, who knows what the future holds. But if I like it, I have to put a ring on it, right?”

Monica and Jeff laugh along, saying something about waiting for a wedding invitation in their mailbox sometime in the future.

Steve looks down at Tony, looking for approval, and feels his own smile drop when he sees the look on Tony’s face. He looks—and Steve can’t think of any other way to put it—sick.

“Darling, are you okay?” Steve asks with genuine concern. He doesn’t know where the term of endearment has come from but he doesn’t worry too much about it, especially with Monica and Jeff standing right in front of them.

Tony physically removes Steve’s arm from his waist, stepping back with a smile that looks more like a grimace. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I need to excuse myself. Don’t mind me, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Steve watches as Tony leaves almost immediately, heading towards the general direction of the restroom. Steve feels cold all of sudden, his heart sinking rapidly with dread. He can’t shake off the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

When he turns back to Monica and Jeff, they are looking at him with concern, clearly noticing the way he can’t seem to stop staring after Tony worriedly.

“You should probably go check on him,” Jeff says with a sympathetic smile.

“I— Yeah. I’m so sorry. I probably should,” Steve takes the time to apologize, even though he already feels frantic with the desperate need to go after Tony.

“Don’t worry about it. We can always continue our talk later,” Jeff pats his shoulder and with that, Steve runs to the men’s restroom.

When he bursts through the door, he sees Tony standing in front of the sink, bending over it, hands braced on the marble countertop. Steve draws closer and notices that Tony’s face is wet, a droplet of water hanging from the tip of his nose, the messy brown curls of his hair clinging to his forehead. His black tie is haphazardly loose, like he just pulled on it because he had felt suffocated.

“Tony, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Steve places a hand on his shoulder. Tony closes his eyes, drawing in a long breath like he’s in pain.

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“You’re clearly not fine. Are you feeling sick?” Steve gently turns Tony’s body to face him so he can get a better look at him.

Steve fishes out a handkerchief from his pocket—something Tony always likes to make fun of, calling him old and “an actual grandpa”—and begins dabbing at Tony’s wet face with it, letting the fabric absorb the water. He makes sure to be thorough, drying the skin near his hairline and down to his neck, where the water droplets have travelled down to soak the collar of his white dress shirt.

All the while, he feels Tony’s gaze on him like a hot brand on his skin.

When he pulls back to examine his work, Tony is still looking at him with something inexplicably heavy in his eyes. He’s looking at Steve like Steve is the most difficult and impossible mathematical problem Tony has ever had to solve and Steve feels oddly overwhelmed. Tony looks pale and nauseous and something is definitely wrong.

“Tony, what’s wrong?”

Tony shakes his head and closes his eyes.

“I can’t do this, Steve.”

“Do what?”

“This whole… fake dating thing.”

Oh. Steve feels something cold settle in the pit of his stomach. His mouth suddenly feels too dry.

“Was it something I did?” Steve asks as he tries to figure out what went wrong.

Tony stays silent. Steve’s brain is still hard at work, working through the events of the night, sorting through moment after moment, looking for something that could have tipped other people off on the real truth of their relationship, but he can’t seem to find anything.

“I think we did okay. People are buying the idea of us as a couple, don’t you think? Did I do something wrong?” He asks again, confused.

Tony lets out a sharp breath at that, his eyes still closed.

Steve swallows around the lump in his throat. “I did something wrong, didn’t I? Tell me, what did I do?”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do this,” Tony says softly, before pushing him aside and practically running out of the restroom.

It all happens so quickly that Steve’s brain struggles to catch up. When Steve processes what has happened, he runs out of the restroom and catches a glimpse of Tony running towards the staircase leading down to the hotel lobby.

Eventually, Steve’s long legs allow him to catch up to Tony outside of the hotel, just a short distance away from the hotel’s entrance. His fingers are gripping Tony’s wrist tightly, bringing both of them to a stop on the curb. Both of them are panting heavily and Tony is still not looking at Steve, his body freezing mid-stride.

“Tony,” Steve pants, “what the hell is going on?”

Tony’s wrist begins to struggle against Steve’s grip, trying to pull away.

“Steve, please just let me go. I can’t do this right now.”

Steve shakes his head, infusing every bit of frustration and confusion into his words as he asks, “Do what? I did something wrong, didn’t I? What is it, Tony?”

Tony finally turns around to look at him with cold and steely eyes. He looks like he just swallowed something bitter when he says, “I’m in love with you.”

All of a sudden, Steve forgets how to breathe.

“And I’m sorry, Steve. I thought I could do it—this whole fake dating thing—but it turned out to be a monumentally bad idea and I can’t— I can’t do this. Having you smile at me like that, look at me like that, touch me so easy and— and affectionate, and calling me beautiful and brilliant and it’s just too much right now, okay? Turns out this whole pretending thing? Having you but not really having you? Turns out it’s too much and, uh, this was a mistake, and you have to let me go because right now I can’t fucking look at you without wanting to throw up. I’m sorry for making things awkward between us. I need some time— away from you. Just— Give me some time and in a few days everything will be back to normal, okay? Goodbye, Steve.”

Tony wrenches his arm successfully away from Steve this time because it seems that somewhere during Tony’s speech Steve’s body has stopped functioning entirely. His brain is struggling to make sense of all of this because none of it makes sense.

By the time Steve comes to his senses, Tony is long gone.

That night, Steve comes home to an empty apartment.

Tony doesn’t come back to the apartment the following day. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

Steve hasn’t tried to contact Tony in any way since the incident. His memory of that day is still clear as ever and Steve remembers Tony asking him for space, for some time away from him. So, in spite of everything, despite the fact that he feels Tony’s absence like a lost limb, despite the fact that he’s going out of his mind with worry, he gives Tony what he wants.

Wednesday rolls around. Steve is lying on his bed, reading one of his textbooks for an exam he has next week. None of the information is sticking to his brain, since lately his mind has been fully occupied by a certain brown-eyed man.

He flips to another page mindlessly when he hears the sound of the front door of the apartment opening and closing. He sits up in an instant, heart in his throat. He exits his bedroom so quickly he nearly brains himself on the doorframe, just in time to see Tony setting down a bag of what seems to be Chinese takeout on the kitchen counter. Steve drinks in the sight of him greedily after days of not seeing him, watching Tony with bated breath, afraid that if he were to breathe too loud or create any sudden movements Tony would disappear again.

Tony looks up in surprise at Steve’s sudden appearance before smiling warmly.

“Hey there, I brought sustenance. Hope you haven’t eaten dinner yet.” His voice is light and friendly. He gestures towards the bag of food. He is behaving as if nothing happened at all, like what happened on Saturday night is all a fever dream.

“Where have you been? I was worried,” Steve asks. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Tony draws a loose circle in the air with his index finger pointed upwards.

“Just, you know. Around.”

Even through his light and friendly facade, there is something in the way Tony holds himself that feels too much like he has just finished patching up a raw and open wound, like a man being too careful and conscious of every movement that he makes, afraid that the stitches holding him together would rip open any second. He is walking on eggshells in his own home, around Steve, and Steve can’t stand it.

Steve watches quietly as Tony pours himself a glass of water.

Just as he is about to bring the glass to his lips, Steve blurts out the one thing burgeoning within him, the truth that he can no longer contain in his chest ever since he found himself standing alone on the curb on a cold Saturday night:

“I love you.”

Tony freezes, his whole body suddenly rigid with tension. Tony stares wordlessly at the glass of water that is already halfway to his mouth for a few heartbeats, before sighing deeply and setting it down on the counter.

“Steve, you can’t just— You can’t just say things like that,” Tony says, lips curling into a tight-lipped smile, still not looking at Steve. He shakes his head with a bitter laugh. “You’re too nice for your own good, sometimes. You can’t just say things like that just because you feel bad. People are going to think you’re being serious. Be careful with that,” Tony advises, the tone of his voice drenched in wry humor. All the while, he is still talking to the kitchen counter, not sparing Steve a single glance.

“But I do mean it,” Steve protests, some of his nerves falling away to give way for indignation.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too. Best friends forever and all that, right?” Tony rolls his eyes, moving again to drink the water.

“Tony.”

Tony finally drinks his glass of water, tilting his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp. Steve stares at the smooth expanse of his neck and is overcome with an inundating wave of want.

Tony sets the empty glass of water on the counter. He stares down quietly at the glass for a few moments before taking a deep breath and turning to face Steve with a smile, the kind of too-bright smile Tony flashes to people he doesn’t know very well.

“I’m going to go shower. Rhodey’s shower gel is nice, but I kinda miss my coconut-scented one.” He is still smiling that too-wide smile.

Tony moves to walk pass Steve but as he is walking by Steve catches his wrist. It’s too reminiscent of the way Steve had stopped Tony on the curb a few days ago and Steve’s heart aches. This time, however, Tony and Steve are facing opposite directions, the only point of contact being Steve’s grip on Tony’s wrist.

From where his thumb rests on Tony’s skin, he can feel the silent staccato of Tony’s racing pulse.

“Tony,” Steve pleads, voice low.

“Steve, let me go.” Tony’s voice is cold, all the warmth from earlier gone in an instant.

“Not until you listen to me.”

Tony scoffs. “Stop mocking me, will you?”

“I love you.”

“Don’t do this, Steve.” Tony’s voice drops even lower with warning.

“Tony—”

“Let me go or I’ll fucking punch you—”

“I am in love with you.”

“Steve, please—”

In a swift motion, Steve yanks at Tony’s wrist so Tony is forced to step backwards and become face-to-face with Steve. Tony looks up at him with shock and then Steve is grabbing him by the shoulders and backing him up against the nearest wall.

Eyes looking straight into Tony’s startled ones, feeling surer about this than he’s ever been about anything in his life, Steve enunciates his words clearly:

“Anthony Edward Stark, I am in love with you.”

Whatever Tony sees in Steve’s eyes must speak some degree of truth because instead of fighting Steve back, Tony falls silent.

Steve doesn’t know how he finds the words, but once he starts he can’t seem to stop.

“Not just the best friend kind, even though you are also my best friend, but more of the— The kind that makes me want to punch something when you flirt so openly with other people. The kind that makes me want to hoard you all to myself. The kind that makes me wonder if something’s wrong with me, because I’m not usually the jealous type.”

Steve draws closer, gaze falling down to Tony’s chapped lips.

“The kind that makes me wonder about what your lips taste like.”

Steve is so close he can count Tony’s eyelashes. He marvels at the way the shade of brown of Tony’s eyes turns lighter when they catch the soft yellow glow of the living room lights.

“I’ve been in love with you for years.” Steve can’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with Tony. Maybe it was some time during one of their late night talks, talking about nothing and everything all at once. Maybe it was during one of the times Steve has had to tuck tired or drunk Tony in bed, his heart fluttering helplessly at the way Tony seems to cling to his arm just moments before falling asleep. Maybe it was during one of the times Tony took care of him when he had a bad day, settling comfortably beside him on the couch for a marathon of feel-good movies, or massaging Steve’s scalp soothingly as Steve vented to him about his problems.

Maybe his heart had already been stolen by Tony ever since he stepped into his new dorm room at college for the first time and was greeted by the sight of his roommate lying upside down on the bed he had claimed for himself before Steve arrived, waving at him with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

Tony blinks at him quietly, utterly stunned.

“I love you. I’ll say it as many times as you want. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

And then, because Tony continues to say nothing:

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love—“

“Okay,” Tony says breathlessly, covering Steve’s mouth with his hand, “I believe you.”

Steve smiles down at him, warm and pleased, fierce adoration taking over him. He kisses the hand covering his lips, just to further prove his point. To Steve’s delight, Tony yelps and pulls his hand away, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink. Steve catches his hand and brings it down, intertwining their fingers together. He wonders how low the blush travels.

“Okay. Can I kiss you now?”

Tony contemplates Steve’s lips with the wonder of someone stuck in a trance. He swallows, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from Steve’s mouth.

“Sure.”

Steve closes the distance between them. He kisses Tony slow and sweet, savoring every drag of their lips. The way Tony kisses back just as fervently, gives as good as he gets, sends something pleasantly hot and heady coiling in his stomach, the warmth slowly travelling throughout his body until his skin feels like it’s burning wherever Tony touches him.

They break apart eventually, panting for air, just standing there with their foreheads touching.

“So,” Steve whispers, “you were saying something about a shower?”

Tony’s eyes widen and turn dark with desire, even as he barks out a surprised laugh.

Steve grins and leans in to steal another kiss, just because he can, just because Tony looks so beautiful when he laughs and it’s been too long since Steve last saw him.

Tony indulges him, lets him steal more than one kiss.

Eventually, they end up in Tony’s bedroom instead of the bathroom, but Steve figures Tony deserves that much for their first time.

After all, Steve thinks, as he kisses his way down Tony’s neck with Tony’s fingers planted in his hair, there will always be a next time.

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Saajan Ji Ghar Aaye - Chapter Two

Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader

Synopsis: After a brisk romance in London, Bucky follows you back to your home in Upstate New York where the preparations for your marriage to the son of a family friend are well underway. As the inevitable countdown to your wedding begins, Bucky remains optimistic in his pursuit of your love and your family’s acceptance.

Arranged Marriage/Forbidden Lovers AU

“Saajan Ji ghar aaye” means “your beloved has come to your home”.

Masterlist

𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒏.

𝑯𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝒚𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒏.

“Hit me up?”

Your nose scrunched in disgust when you read the note. Who the hell did he think he was?

You.

Eik shareef kandan ki larki fraternizing with strange characters?

Over your dead body.

In a rush of anger you ripped up the paper and threw it in the trash. You flipped the lights off and cozied yourself underneath the cover.

“Kuttay da bacha.”

“I’m losing my damn mind,” Sam groans.

“What happened?” Steve questioned, looking up from his paper.

“This place is too fucking fancy for me,” he waved his arms around. “They gave me three different forks to eat my pancakes with and I don’t know which one is the right one.”

Steve chuckles. “Just pick any, no one’s gonna judge you here.”

“You just had to marry rich, didn’t you?” Sam nagged playfully. “Couldn’t just pick a simple girl from Brooklyn.”

“I’m marrying Peggy because I love her, not for her money,” Steve retorts.

“The money’s just a bonus,” Bucky cuts in as he approaches the two. Steve frowns as Sam turns his head to watch Bucky walk into the hotel’s dining hall.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Sam teased. “Rest well, Sleeping Beauty?”

“Like a baby,” Bucky replies, as he slides into a chair next to the two. He takes his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and places it on the table so he can sit more comfortably.

“Holy shit these pancakes are so good,” Sam fawns as he stuffs his mouth.

“This is a five-star hotel, have some manners,” Steve hisses.

“My deepest apologies, mother, I won’t do it again,” Sam chides him.

Steve takes a sip of his coffee, shooting a glare in Sam’s direction, who’s hardly paying any attention to him. His eyes flit towards Bucky, who’s too busy frowning at his phone to entertain their daily squabble.

“You’re not hungry, Buck?”

“Hmm?” he looks at Steve. “Oh no, not really,” he shakes his head.

“Still tired?”

“Nah,” Bucky denies.

“Did that girl ever text you?” Sam asked. Bucky kicked Sam’s leg. Sam winces. “What?”

Steve’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What girl?”

“The girl he met on the plane,” Sam informed their other friend. “He slipped his number in her book.”

Bucky hides his face in his hands.

“You slipped your number in a random girl’s book?” Steve repeated. “How’d you even do that?”

“She fell asleep on his shoulder and he decided to go through her stuff,” Sam deadpanned, taking another mouthful of pancake in his mouth.

“Seriously?”

“No!” Bucky defended. “It was nothing like that. The book was right there so I decided to just slip it in.”

“It’s fucking creepy, man,” Sam stated.

Bucky sulks in his chair and plays with his fingers. “She was pretty alright?” he murmured.

Steve straightens his paper like an old father. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s creepy.”

Bucky groans. “What if she was on a connecting flight? I might never see her again.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re so dramatic. No girl in their right mind would contact a complete stranger that they’ve only exchanged two words with. Especially one that looks like you.”

Bucky sits straight. “What’s wrong with the way I look?”

“You look like something I’d draw with my left hand.”

Steve snorts behind his paper, earning him a glare from Bucky. “I mean he’s not wrong.”

“Imagine having two best friends that roast your ass instead of console you,” Bucky shades them.

“Don’t worry, Buck,” Steve assures him with an easy smile. “There’s plenty of girls out there. You’ll find another one.”

“But I liked that one,” he grumbles.

“You don’t know anything about her. Move on already,” Sam retorts. Bucky pouts in his seat like a child.

“Peggy’s cousin is holding a party tonight and you’re obviously invited,” Steve informed, before returning to his paper. “I know without a doubt that you’ll find someone there.”

Inconsequent polite chatter, canapes, and wine. The three main ingredients for a fancy party held by a social elite.

The ballroom on the top floor at the Jumeirah Carlton Tower was already brimming with people when you arrived.

Then again, any party hosted by the one and only Tony Stark would be.

“Farhan!” Tony greets as he approaches the two of you. His arms were spread out in a welcoming manner with a glass of champagne in one hand.

“Tony! It’s been too long,” your brother gives him a side hug.

“And this is…” Tony looks at you completely clueless as to what your name is.

Typical.

“Uh, my sister,” Farhan introduces, motioning a hand towards you. “Y/N.”

“And Farhan’s sister!” he exclaims.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you extend a hand. Tony takes it and gives it an over-excited shake. Must be the champagne. “Farhan’s told me a lot about you.”

“Hopefully not everything,” Tony laughs. He places his hand on Farhan’s shoulder and shakes it a bit. “Y’know me and him,” he points between the both of them. “We both got into so much trouble at St. Joseph’s, but somehow this motherfucker always got out of it.”

Farhan shakes his head in embarrassment. You look at him with a raised brow paired with an amused smile. Oh how you wished, Abbu was right there with you.

“You’re lying,” Farhan tries to cover up. “It was all you. I would tell you not to do it.”

“I’m lying?” Tony retorted, ready to spill all the dirty details from their highschool days. “Remember that time you—”

“Y/N!”

You turn to see Peggy running towards you, her perfect auburn curls bouncing as she does. She slams into you, almost toppling you over. “You’re finally here!” she exclaims. She lets go, but keeps you in arm’s length. “And you look gorgeous. Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” she pulls you back in for another hug.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“I was so worried you wouldn’t make it,” Peggy said.

“Me? Not make it to your wedding?” you replied, “Not in a million years.” Your chuckles mingled with hers. It’s been so long since you felt this happy.

“Oh, Farhan,” Peggy notices him behind you. “You’re here too!”

“Of course I’m here,” he teased. “You thought I wouldn’t be?”

“No,” she shakes her head in amusement. “You’re just so busy these days being a hotshot in The City.”

“I’m never too busy for a friend.”

“Aww, aren’t you the sweetest?” Tony teases. “You use that kinda talk when you're buttering those geezers up?”

“Well, if it means the best for L/N Enterprises then I see no harm in it,” he shrugs with a pompous grin . “Maybe Stark Industries should take a tip or two from me.”

“Farhan,” you gasped, a habit you picked up from Ummi.

“Let’s leave these two here,” Peggy told you, taking you by the hand. “Let me introduce you to the wedding party.”

“Alright,” you nodded as she pulled you through the crowd leaving Farhan and Tony behind.

“Steve!” she calls for the blonde at the bar. He turns around, a smile spreading on his face when he sees his fiance. She scurries up to him with you right behind her. “Look who finally made it.”

“Y/N!” he greets. “Thank God, you’re here. Peggy was about to raise hell. She’s been driving me nuts all evening.”

“If she’s driving you nuts now then you sure you want to get married to her?” Sam jabbed walking towards them with a blue-eyed stranger that looked far too familiar beside him.

Bucky’s eyes light up when they meet yours. He grins at you from ear to ear which you return with a tight-lipped scowl.

“I am sure,” Steve affirms. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He grins, pulling Peggy into his side and planting a sweet peck on her temple.

“Y/N, these are Steve’s friends,” Peggy introduces. “Sam and Bucky. Guys, this is Y/N, we were roommates in university.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam nods.

“You too,” you whisper, feeling uncomfortable with the energy that your reunion with the freak had created in the room.

Bucky chuckles to himself, unable to contain the giddy excitement within him.

“What’s so funny, Buck?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. You bit your lip, eyes everywhere but on him. His eyes sink you in, etching every detail that he missed into his memory. “It’s a small world after all.”

You lock eyes with him, and there’s just something about his gaze that you’ve never encountered before.

A cool London breeze brushes against your arms. You managed to slip out of the party and right under Peggy’s nose for some well-needed fresh air out on the balcony of the high-rise ballroom.

Farhan was God knows where. Most likely surrounded by colleagues and business partners who had a long list of topics to discuss with him. Topics that you had no interest in and quite literally bored you. That’s why you decided not to go into business and instead went into the medical field.

Not like you needed to anyway. Farhan was fully capable of taking care of the entirety of L/N Enterprises by himself, and if you had to be honest, you were glad he was. You could call yourself selfish and lazy, but having the weight of Abbu’s legacy resting on your shoulders was something you weren’t capable enough to handle.

You let out a deep exhale, while leaning against the balcony and looking out at the city skyline that glimmered in the dark night.

You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see who it was.

“What are you doing here?” you snapped, standing straight with a tight fist, ready to swing if it came to it.

Bucky grins. “Just getting some fresh air. You?”

“I was just leaving,” you stated, walking past him in large strides.

He catches your hand by the wrist. “Wait up.”

“Don’t touch me,” you pull your hand out of his.

“Sorry,” he apologizes with a nervous smile. “Did you get my note?”

You look away, embarrassed. “I did,” you mumbled.

“Then why didn’t you reply?”

You look at him incredulously. “Me? Reply to you?” you asked. “I don’t even know you.”

“Oh of course where are my manners,” he lunges towards you. “I’m Bucky. I’m twenty-six years old from Brooklyn and a mechanical engineer. How about you?”

“Leave me alone.” You turn on your heel and head towards the door.

“Don’t you think you should give me a chance?” Bucky asks from behind. “The fact that we’re meeting again can’t just be a coincidence. I think it’s fate.”

“Fate?” you repeated with a raised brow.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I mean just think about it. We met on the plane. There’s like a one in a million chance that we would’ve landed on the same plane. And the fact that our friends are getting married and we’re meeting each other again to celebrate?” he brings a finger to his cheek as if he’s thinking. “Uh, I think the universe is plotting something here.”

You feel a migraine unleashing. “Stop you’re making my head hurt.”

“All I’m saying is that a guy like me and a girl like you have some sort of connection.”

“Wrong.” you state flatly. “A girl like me and a guy like you have nothing to do with each other. So if you’ll please excuse me, I have to go. And if you ever try speaking to me again, it will not end well for you.”

Bucky hands hugs his hips as he watches you leave. He lets out a deep exhale, wondering what your deal was.

Was he really that ugly?

Translations:

Eik shareef kandan ki larki - Daughter of a honorable family.

Kuttay da bacha - Son of a bitch.

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What Kind of Man

Warnings: Period Typical Sexism, Obsession, drug use

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Chapter 3: Hook, Line and Sinker

Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men had a reputation. It was arguably one of the best boys’ schools in Europe. Producing politicians, poets and playwrights. One could rub shoulders with royals and nobility, all in the same classroom. The boys of Hawthorne also had a reputation. They were known for their intellect and excellent sportsmanship. Yet Hawthorne was mostly famous for the libertine lifestyle their boys lived. Michael Langdon was their poster boy. There was no other man in the world that emulated the libertine life more than he did. Almost every girl in the local village had a story. Hawthorne’s Grand Tour, like its education, was legendary. There was no better way to pursue life’s pleasures than travelling through Europe’s cultural epicentres, all in the guise of the well-rounded education that every respectable young man should have. The boys spent their years at the school looking forward to it, each new year wanting it to be bigger and better than those that came before them. The school’s unofficial motto was ‘work hard, play hard’; and god did those boys play. The expectations for this year were high as Michael Langdon was head boy. He had a reputation, in order to maintain it, he would have to deliver the most grand and exciting tour of all. And deliver he did. Nights in Paris were spent reclined in opium dens. The drug filled haze encouraging rambunctious behaviour. Michael wouldn’t remember the names of the men and women that spent the night in his arms. The days were spent hungover, shopping or in museums. Michael liked to show off his amazing French, wooing the natives of the city. Geneva was spent indulging in chocolate, fondue and absinthe. Some nights Michael had to be carried back to the lodgings, having indulged far too much in the ‘green fairy’ to even keep himself up. He took a liking to the opera singers in Florence, the wine flowed free and so did Michael’s morals. Not a care in the world for what others thought of him, he was here to indulge and indulge he did. Venice was known as the crown jewel of the tour; this was the city that all gentlemen boasted about in conversation. This was going to be the best city and Michael had to impress. //// Michaels roommate in Venice was Gabriel Y/LN, a boy he’d known since they started at Hawthorne, yet knew nothing about outside the school walls; he didn’t care to. As they both started to unpack for the week, Michael noticed a picture frame on Gabriel’s desk. “What’s that on your desk?” asked Michael. “Hmm? Oh this?” Gabriel replied, picking up the picture frame. “It’s a picture of my dear little sister, Y/N.” “why do you carry around a picture of your sister?” Michael laughed; the boys rarely spoke of female relatives. “I bring it with me to remind me to actually do some work, I think she’d be much better suited to a full-time education than me, clever girl really,” laughed Gabriel. Its was even rarer for the boys to speak highly of their female relatives. Michael took the picture and studied the girl. Images of people smiling were rare, so he was surprised to see her soft lips turned up in a smile. Her hair was styled perfectly around her face, adding to the softness of the image. She was different from the girls that he spent his nights with. The image instilled a hunger in him that he could not explain, for now he would be insatiable. She was not as easily obtainable as the women before. The people around Michael would fall at his feet if they had to, but the girl in the picture seemed like a different story, a challenge of sorts. He couldn’t simply walk up to her and whisk her away, he’d have to work for it, pull every possible string he could to even look at her in person. Michael loved a challenge, there was nothing in the world he couldn’t have; as unattainable this girl would seem, he would have her, whether she liked it or not. “I’m sure your sisters spoken for, there must be plenty of suitors in that village of yours,” Michael said, handing the frame back to Gabriel. “you’d think so,” sighed Gabriel. “My father is a picky man and wont just marry her off to anyone. He wants a secure future for her, he thinks the boys in the village can’t provide for her. I agree with him, she’s my only sister and I want her to be well. But she doesn’t help herself either,” explained Gabriel. “what do you mean by that?” “well, a lot of the potential matches think she too well read. She can do all the tasks expected of a young lady. Like her embroidery, its quite well known in the local area. It could rival the artwork in these museums, it’s so complex and beautiful. But she has quite the sharp tongue and well, I guess gentlemen do not want any arguments in the home, or a wife with more common sense than them,” Gabriel finished. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll find someone,” said Michael. This was perfect. A girl that was unspoken for was easier to get a hold of than one that was spoken for. Michael knew exactly what strings he had to pull; use the friendship he had with Gabriel, build a rapport with her father and come across as the perfect match. It would be a long game but one he was willing to play. For the rest of the trip, he looked for women with the same hair colour, or similar features. If he was intoxicated enough, their faces would blur, and he could imagine her in their place. Too busy in all the exciting activities, Gabriel did not notice that the picture of his sister had gone missing. This was a craving like no other, he would do anything he could to satiate himself, even if it was temporary. //// The boys’ return to Hawthorne was a grand affair. It was a party hosted by alumni, to welcome the boys into their ranks. A chance to boast about their trip and secure jobs and positions in the upper echelons of society. Michael didn’t need to worry about job security, he had been a count since he was 16. His father, Count Lucien Langdon, had died before he was born. His uncle Nathaniel ‘Tate’ Langdon had taken over the estate, until his untimely death when Michael was 16, leaving him with everything. Michael did not undermine the importance of the event. As all past Alumni were invited, Gabriel and Y/Ns father would also be there. This was Michaels chance to make an impression and show him that he was better than every other motherfucker in the room. As the boys were being welcomed back by their fathers and uncles, Michael stood in the background for he had no one here to greet him, to welcome him home. Before he could spend too long wallowing, Gabriel called him over. “Father, may I introduce you to Count Michael Langdon, head boy and my dormmate for the past few years,” said Gabriel. Michael extended his hand for a firm handshake, “Pleasure to finally meet you sir, I am Count Michael Langdon, but for tonight I am a close friend of your son.” Michael made eye contact with him and knew he had him. The rest of the evening would be spent drinking, sharing stories and discussing current affairs with Gabriel’s father. “so, Michael,” started Mr. Y/LN, “any siblings?” Michael put his drink down and replied, “no, unfortunately I am an only child. My father passed just before my birth, and my uncle died childless. I am aware that Gabriel has a younger sister.” “ah, so you’ve heard of my Y/N. Yes, she’s not much younger than you, she’s reached a marriable age now and maybe I can find a suitable gentleman tonight. But I won’t bore you with such trivialities, I’m sure you’ve been betrothed since birth.” Michael smiled. ‘Perfect’, he thought to himself. “a common misconception actually, unfortunately I lost my parents before any such arrangement could be made. These days many are not willing to tie their daughters to a young man without a proper guardian,” explained Michael. Mr. Y/LNs eyes widened in shock and curiosity and Michaels grin grew.

Hook, line and sinker. //// This was easier than Michael thought. I didn’t take many more meetings for Gabriel’s father to suggest Michael and Y/Ns union. Michael would be the knight in shining armour that would ensure a secure future for the young lady. Her brother was overjoyed that a man that he considered a dear friend would marry his sister. The union also opened up business opportunities for the Y/LN family, with the Langdon name backing them up in any future venture, they’d be mad to refuse. He hadn’t met her yet. She was always busy with some other engagement when he was in the area. She never really left the village. He had met her friend in London, making sure to leave a good enough impression that would get back to her. He had caught one glimpse of her, six moths before the wedding; Michael had gone to hand deliver the white fabric for the wedding dress. She had passed by him in the village square, chatting away with some friends, not even sparing him a glance. He inhaled as she walked past; she smelled of honey and jasmine, sweet and intoxicating. That one look was all it took for the fire to ignite in Michaels belly. He thought of her that night, as he used his hands to satisfy himself, wishing they were hers. //// The weather was perfect on the day of his wedding. Storms and clouds were what Michael enjoyed. He did not enjoy churches, but it was a small concession to make in the grand scheme of things. He watched as the doors opened, he felt the hesitation from the veiled figure that was drifting towards him. She still hadn’t looked at him when she reached the alter; did she not know that men and women would kill to even get a glimpse of him? He lifted her veil, her eyes finally drifting up to his. He heard her breath hitch and watched her eyes widen. That was the reaction he was hoping for. He finally took her in, her face illuminated by a sliver of sunlight that had broken through the clouds. The picture he had stolen did her no justice, no camera or artist could capture when he saw. He was just as captivated as she was with him, albeit with a little more control. Her hands were soft and warm as he removed her glove to place the ring; he had dreamed of these hands for 18 months, resisting the urge to kiss her palms and fingertips in front of the whole village. The ceremony ended with a customary kiss; the feel of her soft lips sparked thoughts that would make the angels in the stained glass turn away in disgust.

Finally

He had her and he was not going to let go.

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Hi Colour! How are you doing today? I don't know about doing meaningful things with my life, feel like I've just been surviving this entire time lol. However I am trying to figure it out and working on building the life I want to live and hopefully I will be able contribute to this world in some way.

I don't think I've ever played a game of trivial pursuit. Have never been to a pub either, not like the ones you have in the UK anyway. Just been to very dirty bars where me and my friends used to drink as much as we could afford, shared questionable food that could potentially make us sick the next day and there were no quizzes or games really haha. So your exp sounds way more fun! 😂

I'm glad you're giving the song a chance! Only Spotify knows how many times I've listened to it lol. I reckon Hozier's going to be my artist of the year for 2021. I love attributing works of art to Dani x Jamie, have a whole ass Pinterest board full with images of paintings, poetry, music and anything that I think relates to them really (yeah I know, I have a problem).

I love everything you've said about how Dani, Viola and the lady in the lake are alike, I hadn't really thought about their similarities before, but everything you've said makes perfect sense. I always saw Viola as a narcissist, even her drive to protect her child felt selfish in a way, don't know if you know what I mean. And when she fades away and becomes the lady she's just pure (almost animalistic) instinct while on auto pilot, bc she only remembers rage and abandonment, she takes anything on her path aggressively unless they're a child. So what she sees in Dani is not processed logically, right? It's pure instinct and emotions, so what she recognizes in her when Dani invites her in is the desperate need to protect this child, so she sees her as deserving. Perhaps she also saw in Dani and opportunity to escape this nightmare. Despite all her faults she didn't deserve what happened to her either.

And don't get me wrong, Jamie is so, so strong and solid and she is my favorite mostly bc I identify with her personality more than Dani's. But we know Jamie is all that even before we learn her story, and I feel like it is expected that she'll be the strong and brave one bc she's had to be that her entire life albeit unwillingly. But Dani? We expect her to break at any given point, I mean she is reaching her limit after all that's happened, with all the weight she's carrying. I remember thinking "Jesus, this girl needs help" when I first watched the show hahaha. But she fights every damn time, she doesn't run away and that's why I find her so fascinating. That's why I thought this song was so fitting. Even if Dani would never see herself that way. But it's Jamie's perspective (and fire signs tend to exaggerate everything 😂) so it feels fitting that she thinks so highly of her baby haha. Ugh I just wanted them to stay together forever. 🥺

Omg yes! I love how you refined this idea, good thing you're a writer and I'm not hahaha. And yeah I'm absolutely here for sapphics with weapons like holy shit imagine Jamie fighting with a sword? 🤤 I'm weak. Hahaha would be cool to see them in a pirate AU too! Maybe someone's already done it? Idk. But aaaah I want to see them in every possible universe hahaha. Makes me want to get back into drawing too. 😩

Aww you two sound like you have a lovely bond going on. Your niece sounds like the coolest! I started out drawing anime too when I was a kid and ended up doing graphic design for a living! How did learning how to draw anime style go for you today?

Hey I'm doing great thank you I hope you are too? I know that feeling because I feel like that's how I have made it to 27 just surviving (barely) and taking things one day at a time to get me to this point and hopefully I can contribute in some way even it its just a small way... so I totally get that feeling but I am sure you contribute so much without you even realising it!! Oh it's great but depending on how competitive the people you're playing with are it can get pretty heated... I've been in some heated games of it before because people just refuse to believe I know the answers to some of the questions and they think I've been cheating and have all but demanded I have another question asked instead of the one I got right... and pub quizzes can be fun again depending on the team you're in and how seriously you wanna take it I have been in teams where its been a serious thing and we have all desperately wanted to win and then I've been in teams and we've just had fun with it... all the pubs I go in are dirty bars too but sometimes they have pub quizzes... I have had many nights where I have drank what I can afford... one night me on my roommate went over board though and we ended up spending ALL our money even our taxi fair and we had to walk home in the dark along country roads with hardly any lights to guide us... because of how drunk we were it too us around 3-4 hours and I fell over a road sign and ended up in a ditch... I've had a lot of fun experiences but some really stupid ones as well... your experiences sound great though!! I would love that!! I listened to the song and I loved it so much!! I don't even wanna know what my most listened to artist will be this year... my money is on it being the Six musical soundtrack... probably All You Wanna Do from that musical I'll be surprised if it's anything else. I would love for it to be someone like Hozier, but ever since I have done my Spotify wrapped thing it's always been a musical of some kind that's been my number 1 song / artist haha I love doing the same thing. If I can make something fit Dani x Jamie I will like it doesn't even matter what it is haha... I don't think you have a problem I think that sounds so cool!! I have nothing like that. I just have a head full of random ideas screaming to be let out I agree Viola is definitely selfish and narcissistic and everything she did came from a place of anger and rage over the things that happened to her she fell in love and got married and had a child and saw her sister try and take that from her while she was ill and in the end her sister killed her. Like yeah, I do feel sorry for Perdita with the way she was treated but I do think everything Viola did was out of frustration over what was happening to her. Like you said she acts on auto pilot and only knows rage until it comes to children- because all she knows is she is looking for a child so when she saw Dani so selfless sacrifice herself for a child she saw a little bit of herself in Dani she knows Dani is a good person and she can relate to that protective streak and I think she did see Dani as deserving I definitely agree with everything you've said here. Viola might have had faults and flaws and who doesn't? But I definitely think she had it rough and did deserve better than she was given. I agree, you can tell looking at Jamie that she is strong and brave while Dani comes off as the exact opposite. But I think you see fully how brave they both are when Dani sacrifices herself for Flora and when Jamie offers to keep Dani company and loves her despite knowing she won't be able to love her forever. I love Jamie but definitely relate to Dani's personality more, there are a lot of things Dani does that I see myself in her because I have done those types of things myself and the whole beast in the jungle speech resonates with me so much and every time I watch the last episode and hear that speech I am a crying mess from that point on. It's funny that you thought that about Dani when you first watched it, because me and my sisters got my mum to

watch it and she said the same thing about Dani "she needs help" but then once told me she liked Dani because she reminded her of me that was an interesting conversation to be a part of "Dani needs help... but I like her she's like you." I was like "Thanks?" I agree this song is definitely more how Jamie would see Dani, I think Dani just has a very blasé view of herself, like I don't think she's self conscious or self deprecating in anyway but I think she sort of walks around like "this is me and this is just how I am" where as Jamie just sees Dani for how brave and strong and amazing she is- maybe even if as a fire sign she exaggerates a little bit haha Jamie just thinks Dani is the most amazing person in the world and I just know that Dani saw her the same way!! I really wanted them to be together forever... I am never going to emotionally recover from Bly Manor. Your idea was incredible and I think it would be a great story to read honestly that's the type of thing I live for!! OMG Jamie with a sword is just 🤤 🥵 I am all for sapphics and weapons of any kind!! There's this pirate AU which is absolutely amazing!! I don't know if you've read it or not but iamalekza writes some really great fics!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28631598/chapters/70179306 ^^ Pirate AU I really wish I could draw I would love to be able to draw scenes from fics I have read and even ones I have written but I just don't have the skill set for that!! I would love to see other fan arts though I think drawing is such an incredible talent to have and I am in awe of anyone that can do it!! Me and my niece have a great bond, she's like a little mini me (despite almost being as tall as me). She is honestly such a cool kid I have a hell of a lot of fun with her- I'm looking after her again tomorrow and I have no idea what we're gonna do but we will figure something out... she's such a good drawer she's only just started doing it at the beginning of the year and she's really progressed with it... I however have not so I am definitely gonna need more practice. That's so cool that you started out doing anime drawing and then ended up going into a career in graphic design. Again that's a talent that I am just in awe of because it's just something I have never been able to do!!

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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And They Were Roommates

modern!AU - Part One

Part Two ⋆⋆ Part Three

todoroki shouto x female roomate!reader

Synopsis: When you need a roommate, you should have included on a no-boys-allowed policy.

warning: implied smut... making out... ((this is my first time writing like this so be warned))

word count: 2,613

A/N: so this is honestly my first time writing in this type of way, and it wasnt requested, so does this make me a pervert??? i don’t know, anyways this was supposed to be uploaded so long ago but i had a busy day, please forgive me!!!! this story is also one for smut, fluff, and angst

It had been officially two days since your old roommate had moved out on account of her getting married, and while you were happy for her, you were upset about being told about this ceremony the night before the wedding. You were a working individual, you had big dreams that entailed you working with a set income, benefits, and perks, but to obtain that you needed experience. So, at the moment you were working minimum wage jobs that tired you to the bone, and for your roommate to pull out of your decent place without at least a two-week notice left you desperate for a roommate.

So you turned to Craiglist and posted an ad for the spare room, despite the fact the mass majority of people you knew protested; there was absolutely no time to be picky you justified when rent was approaching. Over one hundred people answered your post, most of which were creepy old men, but you had narrowed it down to three individuals who seemed polite through the initial communication. And all were confirmed girls, except one, but again, you weren’t really sure if they were a man or not.

So while you were scheduled to meet your final interested individual thirty minutes before you had to leave to work, you prayed this person wouldn’t turn out to be the complete psychos the other two succeeded to hide through prior messages. Finally, at exactly the time you had requested the applicant to come, you heard a knock on the door. Placing down your folder, you walked over to the entrance and you flung open the door, you froze. It was a man, a handsome man, who stood outside your door when you flung it open. After moments of hesitation, and a brief introduction on his own half, you invited him in and retreated to the kitchen table to conduct the interview.

You hesitated as you looked at the man in front of you, he sat there calm, composed, and almost intimidating as he answered all your interviewing questions with total eloquence. Shifting in your seat, you brushed a strand of hair out of your face as you cleared your throat, “So, let’s wrap up this interview?” You breathe out as you returned to your question sheet. “Do you care at all that I’m a girl?”

“I’m only seeking a place to sleep at night, and relax when I don’t have work,” The man explained, “You’ll probably forget I’m even here.”

Your lips purse as you nod, “Well, uh, Todoroki-san, you’re actually really overqualified to be my roommate... I didn’t think that was going to be possible given I placed an ad on Craigslist, but the room is yours if you want it!”

“I’ll take it.”

You grin at the man--Todoroki-san--who was now your roommate. Quickly you went through the documents you needed him to read and while trying to leave said, “The only thing I request is that you are respectful of my things when I’m not here.” You smile slipping the spare key into his palm. “Like you, I’m very busy with my own occupation, and because now you’re legally bound to the apartment, I’ll leave you here!”

You gather your things as you watch Todoroki look down at the key in his hand as you’re already halfway out the door, “I’ll be back late, no need to wait up!”

Thus began the quiet relationship you had with Todoroki Shouto.

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When you had returned home that night, the clock in your kitchen was showing that it was two in the morning, and you sighed, why were minimum wage jobs such an abomination? You went to the bathroom and saw that the areas where you detailed in a paper that belonged to Todoroki being filled up, and while you knew you were roommates now, you hadn’t expected him to have been finished unpacking so soon.

After you finished taking off your makeup, and of course brushing your teeth you tip-toed away to your bedroom making sure to be quiet until you had entered your room. Taking off your work clothes, you changed into a big, old, t-shirt you had stolen from your ex but never pursued to return, slipped into bed and fell asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, it was ten a.m. and you groaned as your body ached from your stressed day at work. You slid off your bed and walked out into the quiet apartment, your eyes training on the sunlit living room, but seeing no roommate, you walked to the bathroom and got ready for the day out.

While you weren’t going to explicitly state you were out long, by the time you had gotten home Todoroki was still not home, as you noticed his room door was open. It made you pout, while you were unsure if you two would be friends, you definitely wished to get to know your roommate better. You decided to sit on the couch, hoping that with your sleep schedule he would come back while you were still awake, but it was only wishful thinking as three a.m. came around and you were retreating to your room. So began this endless cycle.

Todoroki was always home when you worked all day, or you were home when he worked all day, or your personal favorite: the two of you worked all day and would stumble into each other way too late at night to make conversation only for one of you to be gone early that following morning. To be honest, it was really irritating because you found your roommate to be sort of hot, and besides, the fact is he lived self-sufficiently and always took the trash out for you guys, so you wanted to get to know Todoroki.

It was now four months since Todoroki had moved in with you, four months of having rent on time, four months of three-second conversations and you were weary of it. You walked into your apartment at an early hour of seven in the evening, an unusually early time for you to get home on Friday evening. Your boss had asked you to work the morning shift instead of the closing shift, and so, after working almost ten hours you were glad to be home. Unlocking the door, you kicked off your shoes by the entrance and slipped on your slippers, “I’m home.” You shouted out to what you thought was an uninhabited apartment.

“Welcome home.” An indecisive reply came from the kitchen. You yelped in embarrassment covering your mouth as you shuffled to the kitchen where Todoroki was preparing himself dinner.

“Um, hi?” You said cheeks flushed as you straightened out your white button-down work shirt.

“Hi.”

The two of you stared at each other in this weird silence before you nodded, “Well, I am going to go shower, I had a really long day at work and I kinda wanna get those negative microorganisms off me?”

Todoroki chuckled before he nodded in agreement, “I get it, do you want me to make you a plate?” He said indicating down to the sushi he was preparing.

“I’ll take two rolls.” You sigh gratefully before scurrying into the restroom feeling embarrassed by the physical state you were in.

You took a quick shower, washing your hair, quickly shaving areas you needed to shave as apart of you Friday ritual, and soaped down your body as you finished within a whopping seven minutes of showering. Wrapping the towel around your body, you walked to your room and closed it behind you.

Unsure if Todoroki was working tonight, given you had left the apartment before him, you decided to put on some leggings, a bra, and a sleeping shirt because there could be a chance he was leaving soon. You knew he worked at some fancy and rich business and was always being called in at the weirdest times. Maybe he’s a drug lord, you can’t help but think.

Going back out, you saw that Todoroki had left you a plate of three sushi rolls for you and you grinned as you sat down in front of him. “Thank you for the meal, Todoroki-san.”

“Of course, y/l/n-san.”

The two of you sat in silence as you ate, neither one of you really know what to say. You despised it, you wanted to know more about your handsome roommate, so as you saw him getting ready to retreat to his room words emptied out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Would you like to drink with me? I’ve had a hard last four months and I just wanna...forget it tonight?”

He stops, turning face to look at you with interested eyes, “Depends, what do I get out of it?”

Your mouth drops, unsure if he was being serious about the implication of those words, “W-What--”

“No, sorry, I was trying to make a joke. Um, I would actually like to have something to drink.”

You nod your head blushing as joy overcomes you, standing up and going to your stored away liquor you pulled out a gold brand tequila and two shot glasses as it seemed you ran out of wine, sake, and soju. “Okay, I only have tequila.” You inform Todoroki who is now sitting in the living room with a stack of cards.

“Cards?”

“I figured we could play drinking games? If you want?” Todoroki says and you laugh nodding your head in agreement.

“Okay, Todoroki-san, explain your game.”

So basically, Todoroki explained to you strip poker, but with a drinking catch to it. You could refuse to strip by taking a shot, but of course, being drunk would make things harder as the game goes on and if you continue losing.

“Alright,” You mutter as Todoroki deals out the cards and you pour the tequila into the shot glasses, “I hope you're ready to lose badly, Todoroki-san.”

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You were drunk.

Todoroki was drunk.

The both of you were missing your shirts, your socks, and cheating Todoroki had removed his jacket off as well. Or was that because he had grown hot, you couldn't remember anymore.

The poker game had long been abandoned as the two of you could no longer remember the customs of the game in your moments of intoxication, and were now on a game that permitted you to learn more about each other. Confess to an asked question, or drink up!

“Okokokk, shut up!” You screamed, throwing your head onto Todoroki's lap as Todoroki teased you about your anime crush. “You promise you won’t-won’t tell a soul?!”

“I don’t know, having a crush on Prince Zuko is something everyone goes through,” Todoroki says as he downs a shot because why not, you're both already drunk and following rules just wasn’t happening anymore.

“Okay, I’m not saying your wrong, but I-I-I would marry him if he was an actual person, so there.” You tried to stick out your tongue, but upon doing that you couldn’t feel your face. “Is mah tongue out theresh?” You asked.

Todoroki got really close to your face as if he couldn’t see your tongue which worried you on the fate of your appendage but eventually nodded. “I see it!”

“Okay, MY TURN FOR QUEsTION!” You just about roared as you got close to Todoroki’s face in an attempt to make him sweat. “Why did you wanna move in with me?? Y-You’re so successful a-a-and my ad was on lists of Craig?! You could seriously buy me.”

You watched as Todoroki chose to throw back two shots instead of answering you, which made you slightly sad because so far, he wasn’t answering anything too intimate. “Because I wanted a new place, and you are so pretty.” He confessed looking at you with his heterochromia eyes and you froze.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and your heartbeat starts hitching up.

Turning to the tequila bottle, you fill up your shot glass and down it hoping the additional liquor would give you the courage you needed to answer a blunt question, “Please?”

The word left your lips but the two of you just gawked at each other, and before you even knew it you were leaning over towards him and you pressed your lips gingerly to Todoroki's. Suddenly, this fire immediately shot through your body at the slightest touch made you choke back a moan.

The two of you broke apart, your drunken eyes communicating the amount of denied emotions, attraction, and just pure drunken desire between the two of you. So there was no irregularity when your lips came crashing together again, this time with an uncontrollable passion.

Your lips mashed together, teeth occasionally clashing together as the alcohol severely dropped your ability to kiss ordinarily. You were on your knees and Todoroki was sitting as your tongues came and danced together in a way that made your toes curl.

Before you knew it, Todoroki had you dragged onto his lap, his hands firmly keeping you in place. Your arms wrapped around his neck at a snail's pace, as your hips slowly began to grind onto Todoroki's crotch. Your heartbeat was hammering away as Todoroki’s grip on your hips tightened immensely, a slight hiss leaving his lips as you managed to finally roll your hips voluptuously over his forming bulge.

You giggled as you left his lips to trail open mouth kisses down his neck all while your hips kept rolling up and down Todoroki’s bulge. However, it seemed that Todoroki was not enjoying the lack of control as he roughly brought your lips back to his own, his teeth biting down on your lower lip as he pressed your naked torsos against one another and a moan escaped your lips.

With one hand on your ass encouraging you to continue grinding your hip against him, and the other on your back to keep you pressed together, he began trailing kisses down your neck. You gasped as he sucked gently on the base of your neck, your hips paused momentarily as liquid fire seemed to form in your lower belly, your head was thrown back as he placed multiple hickies down your neck.

“T-Todoroki,” You moan out, a fire now lit in your stomach as he flips you over so that you're on the floor, the coldness of the wood enhancing the fire that you felt wherever Todoroki was touching you. “Please...”

With Todoroki’s hands firmly planted on your waist, your grinding nevertheless proceeding, he gazes as you, before a smirk graces his features. “Please what, y/l/n?”

You lick your lips suddenly feeling feeble, you were a top, and here you were being stimulated into being bottomed, “Please fuck me...” You whisper as you easily sit up and took off your bra, going in to kiss Todoroki again.

Your lips connected, as your bruised lips dragged across one another in a new frenzy as you stood up.

You felt extremely giddy as you stood, Todoroki bending slightly to allow you to continue making out as his hand grasped your breast, a finger delicately touching your aroused nipple, You let out another lewd moan as you feel Todoroki picking you up, and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist, your fingers tugging on his hair as he stumbles into the hallway.

“Your room or mine?” He asks against your lips.

“Mine...”

And as the door opens, he gets in and slams it closed as he pins you against the door and you moan as the pool of heat in your belly intensifies.

"It seems like someone's already wet..." Todoroki whispers in you ear, and you pull him closer so that your lips skim his ear.

“Then do something about it...”

ahahahahahahhahahaha so, um, idk if you guys like it, if you dont there wont be more parts cuz im embarrassed, if not youre not getting any real action until later!!!!! now say it with me, prince zuko is everyones crush!!!!

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gloriousprofessorhan · 4 years

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Searching for Universe

you were in an arranged marriage with Baekhyun for four years. and today, he wants to divorce you.

(re-upload from my deactivate AFF account. and i will re-upload all my stories here. “search for universe” on AFF 2018)

...where’s my universe?

there’s only cloud on my head, shielding the starts above.

You just got back from the funeral of your father in-law when your husband, Baekhyun, released his hand that holds you all the time. He looks beyond sad, but not devastated. After three years of illness, two months being hospitalised, and five days in coma, he knew he’s gonna lose the only parent he had left.

“You want some warm tea?” you asked, the big victorian house you have with him is empty from maids because they will stay at the other part of the house.

He shook his head and left to the study room.

This marriage has been so cold, well, it never warm.

Four years being together, there were only cold in daily basis, and hot whenever you and Baekhyun decided to touch each other. Most of the time is when he went home drunk from office party.

But, there’s one night when both of you sober, but you prefer to blame it on the exoticism of a Coron island in Philipines when you and him had the anniversary gift from your parents.

Baekhyun stepped out his study room and found you sitting at the empty dining table.

“Now that my father has gone…” he said, “let’s separate.”

You didn’t say anything, just staring at his long slim finger which still had the wedding ban.

“He was the one wanting this marriage, the marriage of me with the daughter of his colleague.” He murmurs, “we never wanted this.”

“What about my parents?” you asked.

“You told me they let you decide whatever you want in life. It was my father who pushed us to do this!”

“I know, but it will break their heart too!”

“But until when are we gonna hang on this kind of marriage??” Baekhyun raised his voice and you were startled.

You never told him you had growing some feelings towards him, that’s because you knew, perfectly knew, that you’ll end up find your heart shattered by this workaholic.

“W-what about me?” you carefully asked. Hoping he’ll understand.

Baekhyun stopped, “you…?”

You dared yourself looking at him.

“Ah, right, you’re not working.” Baekhyun pressed his lips into a thin line, “don’t worry about that, I own this company now. I’ll make sure you will have shares, and you can have as many properties as you want… take this house, take the apartment in Gangnam… and the resting villa in Jeju.”

You don’t want any of those, but you nod.

The lawyer came several days later, Baekhyun told mr. Kim, the lawyer, that you and him wants to keep this down until everything settles. Nobody is allowed to know.

“But no separation is allowed without any hearing and trials.” Mr. Kim said.

Baekhyun tilt his head, his face shows confusion.

“If you want to split, you can do it right away, sleeping in separate bedroom, living in different houses. But to divorce we have to follow the procedures. And the procedures are; filing the divorce, do the dissolution of marriage such as counselling, and hearing reasons of divorce, then you moved to the first judgement, and then the ancillary matter such as asset separations…”

“That’s… complicated.” Baekhyun mumbled, and again, you’re hoping he’s just gonna live with it, live with you. But he turned to you and said, “it’s fine, isn’t it, we’re gonna file the divorce now and we’ll do as asked, wouldn’t we?”

and again, you nodded.

In four years of being together, you wouldn’t fall for him if you found nothing in him. He’s a workaholic, that’s the first impression you got from him, but also, he’s a friendly person—to his friends. You knew them, you knew all his close friends.

Baekhyun loves party, not the wild party but dinner party at home where he’d asked maids to prepare good food and the finest wine before the invited his friends. You’ll be there, sitting beside him, talking to the guest as Baekhyun had you around his arms.

You started to know his character, he’s chatty when he’s in a good mood, his humor match yours and you feel like dying from laughter whenever he’s saying something funny. And those what makes you love party too, because you gotta see the different Baekhyun. He’ll be a warmer man, and a caring husband.

When the last guest left, he’s not immediately giving you the cold shoulder, but he’s back to treat you as a roommate, someone he’s living with.

Now you’re preparing dinner for him while he’s taking shower. And when he’s done, still with damp hair, he sat across you in the dining table.

“Whoa, ribs.” He smiles, he loves spicy ribs while you can’t eat something spicy, but you can always cook yours differently and he was never noticed.

“So,” you said, “I did my paperworks.”

“What paperworks?”

“The divorce documents, and all…” you murmured.

“Oh,” he lift his eyes to your level, “I haven’t, but I’ll do it soon.”

You wish you saw different kind of surprise like disappointment because you seems eager to finish the paperworks faster, but you didn’t find it.

You cut the flesh slowly, while taking a soft breathe, “Baekhyun, do you still remember the first day we met?”

He stop chewing for a second before continuing, “was it in London?”

“Manchester.” You corrected him, “you came to see me…”

“Right, you were studying there.”

“Yup,” you took spoon full of shredded ribs, “I was confused, I mean, that’s the first time I met you and just an hour before, my mom told me that you’re gonna be my fiance.”

Baekhyun laughs, “I know right… my father just found out his illness and he came to see me, he said he wouldn’t be around for long and he told me his last will is to see me settled down for someone.” He sips his water, “never thought I’d be in an arranged marriage.”

“Can I asked you something?”

Baekhyun nodded.

“What was your first impression of me?” you asked.

“Only if you’re gonna answer the same question about me.” He replied.

You nodded.

“I met you in a coffee shop near my hotel, you came in a rush, I still remember… and I thought you looked pretty, prettier than in the picture.”

You knew you’re blushing.

“We talked for a while and you suggested us to have dinner in a restaurant you liked.” He said, “I thought you were a smart and passionate person because the way you explained about your study is fascinating, seems like you enjoyed to be there…”

“I did…” you smiles, “you still think I’m smart and passionate or that impressions disappeared?” you cheekily asked.

Baekhyun laughs, “all I know now you’re good at cooking.” He shove rice into his mouth, “now tell me your first impression about me.”

You’re chuckling before continuing, “you were stand out in your red coat.”

“Oh that damn coat, yeah, ugly, I know… and you knew the story.”

His coat was stolen by someone when he’s just arrived and took it off in a waiting chair to add more layer of sweater, it was winter in Manchester, and the thieve left the chilli red coat beside him.

“You sure it was stolen? Maybe he just took the wrong coat?”

“Mine was black, okay?” Baekhyun playfully rolled his eyes, “and it was Prada.”

Now you laughing with him and it feels good.

The next two days, he was busy at the office, all you heard from him was he already sent the document to the lawyer and you feel a pinch in your heart. That little conversation few days a go didn’t mean anything to him.

So you went into the room you shared with him, and start packing some of your clothes. And then you called him.

“Hello?” he appear to be in hurry.

“Not the right time?” you asked.

“Should be in a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Well, uhm, I’ll stay in our apartment in Gangnam…”

“Huh, why?” you know he’s stop doing what he’s doing right now.

“You want me to stay in our house?” you asked, “but we’ll splitting, I mean…”

“Oh,” he cuts you, “I see… okay.”

You feel stupid for wanting him to hold you from moving, but he was never in love with you, and as much as you don’t want to admit that you’re in love with him, you know you do.

You met Jongin, he’s Baekhyun’s friend who ended up closer to you than to Baekhyun for the last four years, you’re like a sister to him, and there’s no way you kept secret from him.

“He’s filing a divorce?” Jongin dramatically sighs as he placed his cup of café latte on the table. “what are you gonna do about it?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“He doesn’t know that you actually like him?”

“Nope…”

“Yeah because you never told him,” Jongin frustratedly glaring at you.

“No point, that would make him uncomfortable and he’ll look for ways to simplified the process and get rid of me as soon as possible.”

Jongin shift his gaze somewhere else, his mouth pouting, “I don’t think he hates you that much.”

“He doesn’t hate me, who says he hates me? He just never loves me. That’s why he’s not gonna hang on this relationship.” You swirl your aglio olio.

First mediation is you and him meeting a conselor, and she gave you both a task, to write down the detail ambience on your wedding day.

You wrote about the color that mostly white, the flowers that mostly Lillies and Roses, his birth flower, and your birth flower, you also wrote that many people came and the song, yes, the wedding song was sung by a famous singer who also Baekhyun’s close friend, Chen. He sang ‘come away with me’ by Norah Jones.

Baekhyun wrote about how his shoes killing him and how you walked too slow on the aisle, but you looked so pretty in the wedding dress and he forgave you to make his shoes cut his ankle.

The conselor smiles, she didn’t explained anything but only asked if you and Baekhyun were bestfriend before you two got married. And the answer was no.

You already moved to the apartment for a week, and this morning were in the middle of cooking breakfast when your phone ringing. It was Baekhyun calling you.

“Hello?”

“Hey, what are you doing?” he asked you.

“Uhm, cooking.”

“Smells good.”

You chuckled to his attempt jokes, “what’s up?”

“Do you know where’s my blue houndstooth tie?”

“You can’t find it on your closet?” you asked back.

“Nope.”

“Hmm…” you took a moment to think, “oh! I packed it for your business trip this week. You’re going to Ulsan for one night, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I packed it with your oxford blue suit, I also put the shirt and dress pants.” You explained, “your pajamas, underwear, and toileteries are already there too, it’s basically ready, so today you might want to wear something else.”

You didn’t hear him answering.

“Baekhyun?” you called him out, “open the closet and you’ll find another tie, did you wear your Armani suit?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“I always paired it up with the houndstooth, that’s probably why you feel like it’s the mate… but no, it could actually good with the steel blue tie, with the dots…”

“Oh I think I know which one you’re talking about.” Baekhyun murmured.

“Anything else?” you asked after he went silent for a moment.

“Oh—uh…”

“I’m not rushing you to hang up, I’m just asking, and my boiled egg can wait.” You tried to joke.

He hang up after telling you sorry for interrupting the precious moment between you and the boiled egg. He wear the tie in a rush and walk passing the dining table. He saw the breakfast is served, his usual breakfast that you always made for him is still served with or without you at home. He took a bite and put down the rest on the plate. Yes, the breakfast he usually ate is served, but it taste different.

The next conseling was to talk about the favourite holiday which involved each other. “Would be much better if it was the holiday in which only the two of you.” She said.

You wrote about your trip to Istanbul. Baekhyun had a business trip there and you asked him if you could go with him since you never visited Istanbul and he said yes. The business trip was only three days but you both stayed there for another three days. . It was memorable because you got to explored the city and the culture that is very new to you.

Baekhyun wrote Coron island, and you were a bit flustered, not only because Coron is the island you went during your anniversary trip, but also, that was when you slept with Baekhyun while you both are sober. But his explanation was because he loves the beach and the island was used for King Kong movie filming set.

The mediation was short, you were about to call a cab to go home, but Baekhyun offering you a ride.

“Hey, I read somewhere that it’s nice to have a trip before splitting.” He said.

You turned your head to see him, “trip? Like holiday?”

“Yeah, I remembered because we were talked about it.” His gaze stayed on the road.

“Where did you read it?”

He stops at the traffic light and pull his cellphone, “I’ve sent you the article.”

You opened the link and it brought you to akin marriage journal or something, and you read about the point Baekhyun just told you, a couple who is about to go split should spent one last moment together so they won’t hold any grudge in the future. Also, it will be great for bonding, as a friend.

“I can take few days off, my co-workers would understand since father just passed away.” He said.

And you agreed.

You both agreed to fly to Japan and Baekhyun booked one Minka for you and him. Minka is the traditional house with tatami mat, sliding doors, and wooden floors. Right on your yard is small onsen facing the breath taking view of mount Fuji. Right before the room door, you saw a beautiful calligraphy, you knew Baekhyun read Japanese and understand it, so you asked him to read that for you.

“Ai wa kodashi no seyo.” He said.

“What’s that mean?”

“Love in a small amount.” He replied.

He saw you still furrowing your eyebrows.

“This quote telling people to not being in love hardly, it will only crash and burn… the secret of keeping the love longer is do not go nuts, love just a little but keep going.” He said while adjusting his robe, he was getting ready to enjoying the onsen.

You didn’t joined him for onsen, it’d be too intimate and that’s not how you rebuild your relationship with him. As friends. So you prepared dinner for you and Baekhyun. Even though you got the whole house, you can still calling a staff to get you groceries you need or simply order some food, and that’s what you did, you order some foods for you and him.

There are sashimi, unagi don, varies of tempura, and sake served when Baekhyun done. He seems happy to finally meet food, and that’s enough to make you happy too.

You feel stupid and silly. Feel your crush on your husband getting deeper meanwhile your divorce papers are being processed.

Your head was lighter from the warm sake, and you saw Bakehyun’s cheek has this pink shades from alcohol too, and you can’t stop thinking how cute he is.

“What are you gonna do after we’re separated?” he asked.

To be honest, you were surprised by his question, not because he asked that but because you really have no idea what you’re gonna do after this. You realised, you never imagine life without him, and this hits you right to your heart.

“I, uh, I haven’t think about it…” you murmured.

“Are you gonna star dating Jongin?”

You lift your gaze to his level, “Jongin?”

“I know you’re not chatty but you always choose Jongin to talk to, I mean, you have me, you can always share anything with me, but you prefer to talk to him. At this point I’m not surprise if you’re dating Jongin behind my back.”

“What the hell?” You almost stutters, “is this, is this why you’re divorcing me??”

He turn away, “not exactly.”

“We’re friends, for God sake, he’s your friend…” you’re trying to sound stable. “Even if we’re separated one day, I would never date him… Gosh, Baekhyun, he’s like my brother!” you knew at this point your face is red from anger, how can he accused you like that. You were mad so you took your sake cup and gulp it, “damn it, Baek… damn you…” now you feel like crying but you hold it because you know you’re stronger than this shit.

He moved from his seat, stood up from the mat to sit beside you and saying, “I’m sorry…” he murmurs, “really…”

You’re just staring empty at your chopsticks.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t said what I’ve said… and this trip is for us to be friends, okay? Please forgive me?”

friends.

That word sucks. That word can go fuck itself, you want to throw it away from your dictionary if you could.

Baekhyun still staring at you, you can feel it and when you looking at him, he’s smiling. That childish smile you love so much. The one melts your heart and you’re gonna scold yourself later for smiling back.

“Anyway, thank you for always being my savior in the morning…” you knew what he meant.

“No problems, you can always call me to find anything in our—your room,” you corrected youself, “I was the one organizing it everyday so I—“

“Our room.” He suddenly said.

“Huh?” you’re looking at him and you saw disappointment there and you got confuse now.

“That’s still our room… until the ancillary judgment, it’s still ours to call.”

You mentally cursed yourself for cannot think straight but looking at those thin lips which slightly pouting.

“Why…” you mumbled but he caught you on guard, he leaned in and everything feels so fast.

He kissed you.

But you pull away faster. “Baekhyun…”

You both took a moment of silence but suddenly he stood up and pull you on your waist. You gasped but when Baekhyun lift his gaze, his brown eyes looking at you deeper, swimming inside the universe you had on your eyes.

“You’re drunk…” you whispers

“I’m not, and I’m tired of being drunk only to have an excuse to touch you.”

When he leaned in and kiss you, everything is being those blur dots behind him, all you felt was only his thin lips crashing on yours. You kissed him back just because you want it. You’re desperate to feel his lips, crashing, nibling, biting your lips.

When his hands slithering the front part of your kimono, you knew you’d gave him anything, even if he asked for the world.

“Be mine tonight…” he pull away but close enough for you to feel his breath, “…for the last time.”

And that pinch you feel inside your chest re-appear. Your heart telling you no because there’s no way back, you’re just gonna fall deeper and he’s gonna break your heart again tomorrow, but your heart and body wants him. Badly. “I’m yours… tonight…” you murmured.

He took it as the cue to slid down your clothes and expose your shoulder, and his kiss trailing down from you cheek, to your neck and shoulder, “ahh…” faint moan slips out your lips when he suck your collarbone. His lips didn’t stop there, as his hands caressing your body, his lips find its way to your chest, kissing the valley of your breast and all way down without touching your erected nipples.

He such a tease…

“I am…” he chuckled, and you feel embarrassed for saying it out loud unconsciously.

He guided your hand to his kimono belt, silently asking you to take it off, and you did, you run the pad of your finger above his lean muscle when he’s lips back on yours. When your hand above his briefs, you could feel he’s ready. It was hard, and excites your heart you could hear it pounding.

“I wanna go down for you…” he said.

You don’t hate it but you’re not a fan of receiving head too, but tonight, for the last time, you’re just gonna let him do whatever he wants.

“Go down for me…” you whispers and he kissed you hard before pushing you to the floor. His kisses leaving marks on the way down, and the heat you feel just too real, to hot to handle. You knew you’re drenched down there.

A finger slips between the folds and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining, “Baek…ah…”

He replied with a soft hum before other finger joining, running up and down, caught your clit between his slender fingers.

“AH!” a sharp moan slips out when he found your core, get inside and stretch you out, “ah… fuck…” you grunts.

“Two fingers, babe, two… you can handle more…” he hasn’t finished his words when you feel tongue joining down there.

You grab his hair by instinct and you can’t even hear yourself now. His put one other finger and speed up until you feel the heat pooling on your core and you knew you’re near the peak.

“I’m gonna… gonna, ah, Baek, I’m…ah!” you can’t even resemble words.

“Cum, babe, cum…” you screamed his name and surrender, “yeah, like that…”

he creeping above you and wipe his mouth which covered with your juice with his thumb and you didn’t even think of resting, you’re ready whenever he’s ready.

“No is my turn!” you breathlessly said.

“You don’t have to, I wanna be inside you for a long time.” His voice is assertive and you swore you’re gonna obey him forever.

“Then be inside my, now.” You pleaded.

He let go of his kimono and briefs, and guided his hard shaft to your entrance, this time, no teasing, just slip it inside slowly.

“Tell me if I hurt you…” he whispers right on you ear and you got goosebumps erupted all over your skin. “damn it…” he grunts, “damn…”

He pumped you slowly until he feels you’re adjusting with his size. And you can’t leave his eyes even for a second. God you’re in love again and again for him, and this moment you can’t hold a tear rolling down the corner of your eye.

“You okay? Did I hurt you??” he stopped pumping when he saw you crying.

“N-no. no…” you can’t ruin this moment, you can cry under th shower for the next months but not now, “no I’m fine…. I feel good… that’s why…” you’re panting, “Baekhyun, please go harder.”

You saw worries in his eyes but he do as you said, his hips go in a rhythm which became faster and faster as it goes.

“Want me go faster? Huh, babe? Tell me what you want!” he groaned.

“Faster, yeah… ahh… faster…” you bite your lips and cupped your hips to make it stay while he thrust you harder. “oh God, Baekhyun, ah! Fuck…”

“How close are you…??”

“I can… cum… any second now… Baek… please…” you don’t know what you pleaded for but you feel like you have to.

“Cum with me, baby, now, now, babe, now!” one last thrust and he shot it all in you.

He fell above you, kissing you gently before planting pecks all over your sweaty face. Then you met his eyes, you could see how soft was his gaze on you, almost loving. It feels like eternity before he move his lips, “I…” he said, but then he look away, “thank you…”

Next day wasn’t exactly easy for you and him, you keep losing words when trying to make conversation with him, and he’s not helping, he spent whole day outside, enjoying onsen again, or reading some books left in the house. And here you are staring at the quotes hang in the wall.

Ai wa kodashi no seyo.

Love in a small amount.

“I’m gonna do it… to anyone I met after you…” you murmured, “I’ve been loving you too hard, it hurts and causing me nuts.”

“Why you choose Istanbul?” he suddenly asked when you and him had dinner.

You couldn’t answer right away, but you manage to say, “you remember how I was amazed by Capadoccia, the air balloon, and the view…” and you feel like you have to ask him the same question, just because. “Why you choose Coron?”

“Exactly, why didn’t you choose Coron?”

You shot your eyebrows, “why… I didn’t choose Coron? Why should I choose Coron?”

You swore to God you saw his ear getting red, “Coron was nice…”

“Which part? The one with tall rocks where the King Kong swinging? Or…?”

He snorts, “anyway…” he said, “thanks for packed the clothes for me.”

You didn’t packed for him for this journey, but you did called a maid to make sure Baekhyun brought his medicine to his allergic, “I didn’t—“

“The one you did for my business trip last time.”

“Oh, that…”

“And to be the answer of my questions every morning about where’s my tie, what’s the brand of aftershaved I usually wear, which vitamins I should take…”

You couldn’t help but mumbling, “you need me…”

“Huh?” he gets it but he want you to repeat it.

So you lift your gaze up, “you need me in your life, Baekhyun, why you trying so hard to release me?”

Baekhyun looked surprised, “w-what?”

You sighs.

“You weren’t happy.” He said.

“What?” now you raised your voice.

“You immediately do the paperworks, and during the mediation, you never talked about me. First you were talking about the flower, the color, the guest, you didn’t mention me in your narrative at all. The second one, you were talking about istanbul, the city where we were just pure tourist, no romance in that holiday.”

“Romance?” you gasped, “why would I talked about romance when you’re the one asking me for divorce?”

“Because you weren’t happy! I told you you weren’t happy and I want to make you happy by letting you go!”

“Oh my God! Baekhyun, you never loved me, that’s why you’re divorcing me!”

“I do! But how can I show you my feelings when I know you’re gonna reject me!”

“Whatt???” now you’re confused, “I was in love with you! But you neve—“

“You’re in love with me? Don’t be silly! You’re not in love with me, you avoiding me all the time.”

Now you’re gasping from his accusation, “avoiding you? When?”

“You’re not comfortable whenever I’m around.” He said.

“That’s because I’m afraid you’re gonna find out my true feelings!”

“Why you’re afraid if I found out?” he raised his voice.

“You’re gonna divorce me when you find out that I’m actually love you…”

“Why would I do that??”

“Because you don’t love me.” You tried to hold your voice down.

“Oh come on! Who are to assumed about my feelings like that??”

you stop talking, so does he, and trying to figure out what is actually happening, how dumb are you to not realised anything all this time. To be blinding only by the fact that Baekhyun married to you because he had to. And for being to denial to accept any possibilities that he might grew some feelings towards you too.

“So you love me…” he mumbled. Slowly he snickered that turns into laughter, “why are we so stupid?”

You shrugged you shoulders.

“I almost let you go because I thought that what makes you happy!” he turned to you and lift your chin up, “hey look at me.”

You lift your gaze.

“I love you.”

And the knots in your chest untied just like that, all the pain and sadness, the cloud that has been following you around is disappear. You can see the sky clearer, with all the starts in his eyes.

The universe.

Universe you’ve been searching your whole life is in front of you.

With his thin smile he pulled you closer.

“Let’s go home to Seoul…” he put you inside his embrace, “and burn down all the divorce documents… I’m gonna stay being your husband forever and love you harder…”

“No…” you said, you saw his eyes confused, “Ai wa kodashi no seyo.”

-END-

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Miss Fix-It

Summary: Miracle worker. Relationship Guru. Savior.

Those are just a few of her monikers, but most people have taken to call her Miss Fix-It. Helping broken-hearted women get back together with their former boyfriends is her specialty. How does she do it, you ask? Simple—she becomes his date from hell so he’ll realize what a catch he had before he let her go.

Emma Swan is an expert at fixing relationships, it’s just too bad she’ll never have one of her own.

Her particular set of talents is put to the test, however, when a cheating ex-girlfriend requests her services. Emma’s reluctant at first. It’s not an easy task to make someone seem like a catch when they’ve cheated, but the potential client is an emotional wreck desperate to get her former boyfriend back before he heads back to England. Besides, Emma Swan never backs down from a challenge. They don’t call her Miss Fix-It for nothing. She’ll find a way to make him wish he was back in his ex-girlfriend’s arms, no matter what it takes. If only she can squash the feelings she develops for him and stop breaking her rules.

A/N: Thank you everyone for the responses so far! I seemed to have shocked a lot of people by making Ruby Killian's ex-girlfriend instead of Milah. You will see some of my reasons in this chapter and in later ones. You also may have some concerns after reading this chapter, so please bear with me, there is a method to my madness.

For those of you who have been patiently waiting for a Set My Soul on Fire update, I promise I'm working on that one next. Thanks for your patience!

A big shout out to @ultraluckycatnd for beta reading and to @onceuponaprincessworld for letting me share my ideas with her!

Also available on: AO3 l FF.N

Catch up: Ch 1 Ch 2

Chapter 3

Emma has a sinking feeling in her chest as she glances between the top of Ruby’s head and Mary Margaret, narrowing her eyes at them. “Wait, you're not asking me to…” Her words trail off, face draining of color when the guilt-ridden look Mary Margaret gives her is all the confirmation she needs. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why they summoned her. Ruby doesn’t need another shoulder to cry on, or another pair of ears to listen as she spouts off her tale of woe and blabbers on about how badly she screwed up and wants her boyfriend back. No, what she needs is a freaking miracle. She needs Miss Fix-It. But Emma refuses to help her. She’s been on the other side, and she knows there’s no coming back from this, especially if this guy, Killian, is as perfect as Ruby says he is. If that’s the case, it won’t take him long to find someone he’s better suited for.

Ruby lifts her head, wiping her tears with the tissue. The hopeful glint in her eyes further confirms Emma’s speculation. “MM here says you’re good at getting couples back together, so I was wondering if you could help me get my Killy Bear back.”

Killy Bear? Really? Emma refrains from rolling her eyes as she stands from the couch, shaking her head, and waving her hands in refusal. “Absolutely not.”

Hope and optimism are immediately extinguished from Ruby’s eyes. “But why not? This is what you do, isn’t it? You save relationships.”

“Yes, I save relationships… but only if they’re worth saving.” Emma immediately regrets her statement as soon as it leaves her lips. She hadn’t meant to say it so harshly.

Anger replaces Ruby’s sadness as she rises from the sofa, scowling at Emma. “Our relationship is worth saving.”

Emma narrows her eyes in suspicion. “Let me ask you something… and please don’t take this the wrong way; I’m just trying to figure how things went wrong, okay?”

Ruby nods and crosses her arms, her features softening as she waits for Emma to continue.

“If Killian is such a great guy, then why did you feel the need to…” she pauses, fumbling for the right words to avoid offending her.

“Why did I feel the need to cheat?”

Emma shrugs. “Well… yeah.”

Ruby’s shoulders slump and she turns around, pacing the length of the room as Mary Margaret eyes her in concern.

“I was drunk, okay? I wasn’t thinking clearly. Killy was working, and I was hanging out at his place with his roommate, Victor. We ended up drinking a little too much and kissed. Pretty soon things got out of hand and we ended up in Vic’s bed. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.”

Emma’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open. “Wait a minute, you cheated on him with his roommate?!” Oh no, this will be impossible to repair.

“Well, technically they’re not roommates anymore. Killian kicked him out.” Ruby’s bottom lip quivers, and she cries again. “If I could take it back, I would.”

She sighs deeply in her hands to avoid the stares Mary Margaret and Ruby are giving her. This woman is obviously trying to put her on a guilt trip, but Emma refuses to be pressured into this. She lowers her hands and joins them together as she steps closer to Ruby, looking her dead in the eye. “Look, even if I did this, even if I made Killian run back into your arms again, how do I know you won’t make the same mistake?” If there’s one thing Emma doesn’t do, it’s waste her time.

Ruby shakes her head furiously. “I promise, I won’t. The truth is, I’m in love with Killian, and I was too afraid to tell him.”

Emma arches a brow. She doesn't understand why Ruby thought sleeping with someone else would fix anything. “So, instead you slept with his roommate?”

Ruby looks like she’s going to fall apart again. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but I didn’t realize what a huge mistake I made until I lost the best thing that ever happened to me.” She lunges toward Emma and grabs her hands. “All I want is a second chance, Emma. Isn’t that what Miss Fix-It is all about—giving couples second chances?”

“Well, yes, but I only help couples when the client possesses true love. If that’s not the case, then the relationship isn’t worth saving.”

“But it is, Emma, I promise, it is. Just ask MM.” She turns her head, seeking support from Mary Margaret, who rises from the couch and approaches them. “You saw how happy I was, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did, Ruby, but Emma’s right. If Killian gives you a second chance, you can’t squander it.”

“I won’t.” Ruby reverts her eyes to Emma. “I’ll even pay double your usual rate.”

Emma sighs at the offer. Now if she says no, she’ll look like an ass. Because what decent human being would refuse to help someone save their relationship for money, especially if they're being paid double? “Mary Margaret, can I speak to you for a moment?” she asks her, pulling her hands from Ruby's grip.

“Yes, of course.”

They step into her's and David’s room with the door closed. “Why would you tell Ruby I could do this for her? Weren’t you the one who said I should do something else? And besides, you know this particular case hits too close to home for me.”

Mary Margaret’s eyes pool with guilt. “I did tell you that, and I know this request may not be an easy one for you considering your history with Neal, so if you don’t want to do it, I would understand.”

Ah, yes, reverse psychology. So that’s the card she wants to play? Emma narrows her eyes at Mary Margaret as she crosses her arms, giving her friend a telling look, letting her know she’s onto her little strategy. “So, it’s okay if I’m Miss Fix-It, as long as I’m helping your friend?”

Mary Margaret sighs and places her hands gently on Emma’s upper arms. “Look, you don’t know Ruby like I do. She’s a good person, Emma. Just because she did a terrible thing, doesn’t mean she’s a terrible person. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve a second chance.”

“But how would you feel if David cheated on you? Would you want to give him a second chance?”

Mary Margaret doesn’t even flinch. “David would never cheat on me.”

“I know he wouldn’t, but that’s not the point.” She sighs when Mary Margaret wrinkles her brows in confusion. “Okay, bad example. What if Neal wanted a second chance with me? Would you want me to take him back?”

Mary Margaret frowns. “Of course not, but that’s different. Neal’s an asshole. I was against your relationship with him from the beginning, in case you forgot.”

“Yeah, I remember very clearly,” Emma answers sullenly. Mary Margaret was so upset when she found out her best friend had not only gone to Las Vegas to get married without inviting her, but that she married the man she’d been warning Emma about since day one. Their friendship was almost destroyed because of it. Emma didn’t want to hear about all the reasons Neal was wrong for her, so she stopped talking to her best friend. Then she found out Neal had cheated the night before their wedding day, and she came running to Mary Margaret on her knees, begging for forgiveness.

“Ruby’s not like Neal. She’s actually remorseful. She loves Killian, she just lost her way, Emma. There’s a difference between Neal and other people who’ve messed up. They realized they messed up and try to be better, but Neal? He’ll continue causing destruction in his path.”

Mary Margaret’s not wrong there.

“But it still doesn’t make Ruby’s actions okay. She should've known better.”

“Look, Emma, if I didn’t have faith in Ruby, I never would’ve recommended you to her. But I do have faith in her, and I know she can turn this around if Killian gives her another chance. But he won’t even return her calls or texts, and he’s never home when she goes to his place. So she needs your help. Please, Emma.”

She takes a moment to mull it over. If Ruby were any other person, if Emma didn’t trust Mary Margaret completely, then she would never consider doing this. And her friend is right. It will take a lot more than a phone call, or a visit, or an apology to win Killian back. It will take time and some intervention.

Emma gives a slight nod and a tight-lipped smile. “You’re lucky I trust your judgment, or rather, Ruby’s lucky I trust your judgment.”

Mary Margaret’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. “Does that mean you’ll do it?”

Emma takes a deep, heavy breath in defeat. “Yes, I’ll do it.” She points a finger at her friend. “But I’m doing it for you.”

Mary Margaret claps her hands and bounces up and down before pulling Emma into a hug. “Thank you, Emma, you’re the best!”

Emma instantly regrets her decision; she doesn’t have a good feeling about this whole situation. Normally, her clients are women with good, honest intentions who just need a little light to guide them, but a cheater? Ruby’s gonna need a whole lot more than a flashlight. She’s gonna need the freaking sun.

When she and Mary Margaret return to the living room, Ruby is sitting on the edge of her seat with her elbows resting on her knees and her hands folded together like she’s praying. When she hears the two women enter the room, she springs up from her seat, her hands still linked together under her chin as she awaits the verdict.

Emma sucks in a deep breath. “I’ll do it.”

Ruby’s eyes light up and she grins from ear to ear and throws her arms around Emma. “Thank, you, thank you, thank you!!!!” she chants excitedly.

Emma breaks the hug and pulls away before the woman ends up kneeling before her and kissing her feet. “Before I do this, you need to know how this works.” She strides over to the door and grabs her purse, looking back at Ruby. “Meet me at my office tomorrow afternoon with a list of things I should know about Killian, and we’ll discuss the details.” She glances at Mary Margaret and asks, “You'll give her the address?”

She nods. “Of course.”

“What kind of things?” Ruby inquires before Emma gets a chance to head out the door.

“You know, like his interests, hobbies, his likes, his dislikes and pet peeves. What’s his favorite place to eat, his favorite movies, things like that?”

“Okay, I’ll be there at noon.”

Emma leaves the apartment, shutting the door and leaning against it, expelling a heavy sigh. What the hell did she sign up for?

~*~

Later that night, as Emma brushes her teeth, clad in her pajamas, she’s trying to come up with a plan. She needs something concrete, something that will top Ruby’s betrayal. Her usual tactics involve doing the exact opposite of what her clients had done that presumably caused the breakup. And Emma always goes to extreme measures to make the men realize that what they had wasn’t so bad after all. Her goal is to make them appreciate their girlfriend’s qualities, and their flaws. But Emma has a feeling that showing Killian she’s overly honest and monogamous will not do the trick. Monogamy is an appealing trait for someone who wants a monogamous relationship, and obviously Killian does. And she’s not trying to make him fall in love with her, she’s trying to make him realize that Ruby’s admirable qualities supersede her flaws. There are worse things Ruby could’ve done, Emma supposes. So she focuses on those scenarios. Ruby could’ve had an ongoing affair behind Killian’s back, or she could’ve been secretly married. Or she could’ve contracted some STI and gave it to Killian, like Neal did to Emma. The asshole.

Emma spits out the toothpaste and rinses her mouth, watching as the water and light blue foam swirl into the drain, anger seeping over her. Ha, maybe she could take a page from Neal’s book to help her with this situation. She could get inside Neal’s head, think how he does, or at least how he did when he decided to sleep with that hooker.

She sets down the toothbrush, heads to her bedroom and goes to her closet. Taking a deep breath, she slides open the bypass doors, trying not to let thoughts of Neal make her sad or miserable. It was ten years ago and shouldn’t still affect her, but sometimes those feelings seem to creep up on her unexpectedly and rattle her soul.

Emma gets on her tiptoes and reaches for a shoebox on the shelf toward the back. She pulls it down and brings it to the bed, removing the lid. If she ever needs a reminder of what Neal did to her, a reminder to never trust anyone ever again, all she has to do is look in this box. She hasn't been able to open it in years though because it always makes her furious and start sobbing. She holds up the dreamcatcher they found in a motel room a family had left behind right before Neal proposed to her. She wishes the dreamcatcher actually could replace her nightmares with good dreams. She wishes she could forget everything bad that ever happened to her, every memory that still haunts her.

She tosses it on the bed and goes through some other items and picks them up, studying each item as they bring back bittersweet memories. There’s the album, Up from Below by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, which included their song, Home, a song she and Neal had listened to on repeat and sang along to while driving to Las Vegas. And there's the magnet they got in Las Vegas that reads Home is Wherever I’m with You, and the dice Neal rolled at the casino the night before their wedding. He’d said she was his good luck charm, and they were planning on using the money he’d won to make a down payment on a house. Their house. Instead, he’d squandered some of the cash on a prostitute after Emma headed back to their hotel suite and went to bed with a headache. And yet, her wedding gift from Neal was a key chain he stole from a gas station. Tears prick her eyes as she lets the dice fall from her hands and picks up the keychain, fingering the swan pendant.

Reverting her eyes to the items in the shoebox, she spots the framed wedding picture and sets down the keychain to pick it up. She was wearing a simple white dress and a crown of yellow buttercup roses, and he was wearing a blue suit jacket with jeans. They were both smiling so big, they were showing teeth. She had been so sure he was the one when she married him. Little did she know how completely wrong and stupid she was. Little did she know of the betrayal and deceit hidden behind his smile. She didn’t know until it was too late. Until her dreams were shattered, until her marriage had ended with an annulment and a case of the Clap.

Emma’s blood boils under her skin as her fingers tighten around the frame, her body vibrating with anger. She doesn’t even know why she still has this fucking photograph. Hot tears stream down her cheeks as all the rage and emotions she’s buried for so long erupt to the surface. “Fucking asshole!” She lifts the frame and retracts her arm, flinging it across the room.

The frame hits the wall with a clatter and lands on the carpet. Emma walks over and picks it up, the pad of her finger tracing the crack in the glass as she studies it through bleary eyes. She tightens her jaw and breathes heavily through her nose, trying to stave off the urge to break down and cry on her bedroom floor. She often wonders how her life would’ve gone differently if Neal hadn’t turned out to be a fucking scumbag, if he had actually been the man she thought he was. Maybe they’d be living in a big house with children running around the backyard like they had once talked about, and maybe they’d be happy. But instead, she’s living alone with a hole in her heart, still mourning over the betrayal of a man she hates with every fiber of her being.

Happily ever after, my ass.

Emma marches to her hallway closet, opens her toolbox and pulls out a hammer, gripping the handle firmly in her hand. She sets the photo on her dresser and wonders how good it would feel to smash the damn photo, how amazing it would feel to watch the glass shatter like her heart had shattered ten years ago. Judging by that photo alone, they look happy, with their sickly sweet smiles and googly eyes. They appear to be your typical newlyweds looking forward to the journey ahead. You wouldn't be able to tell that the groom was about to destroy the bride's life and rip her heart to pieces.

As Emma lifts the hammer above her head, prepared to obliterate the photo and all of her memories of Neal, a thought strikes her like a lightning bolt, and she lowers the hammer, staring at the photo with wide eyes. The photo of how happy they looked—how happy they could’ve been.

What if the answer she’s been searching for is staring her in the face?

She wipes the tears from her cheeks and sets down the hammer to pick up the photograph. She’s thought of something that will not only top Ruby’s betrayal but make Killian hate Emma with every fiber of his being, like how she feels about Neal. And no, she’s not thinking about giving him the Clap. No, what she’s thinking is much worse. In fact, she should kick herself for even thinking about doing this. And not just because it’s evil, but because she has to swallow her pride and do something she would never in a million years think she’d be doing ever again.

It takes some effort and time, but after some Facebook stalking and Instagram lurking and after private messaging some former friends, she’s able to extract a phone number.

She changes her mind four times, she reconsiders her plan about nine times and almost chickens out about twelve times the next morning before Ruby is supposed to be here. She’s doing this for Mary Margaret, though—her best friend in the entire world. So she finally finds the courage and presses the phone icon.

Emma sucks in a long, shaky breath, praying he doesn’t answer. If he doesn’t answer, then that would be that. She’ll have no choice but to think of another plan.

“Hello?”

Fuck. He answered. Emma squeezes her eyes shut, immediately regretting this whole idea.

“Who is this?” he demands impatiently.

She opens her eyes and takes a soundless breath. “Um… hi,” she says, her voice shaking.

There’s silence... silence... silence…. and more silence before he finally responds.

“Ems?”

The nickname makes her stomach churn, and she cringes at the sound of his voice. “Listen, I’m just going to skip the fake pretenses and get right to the point.” She takes another breath and pushes down the hatred she feels, she pushes down the anger and loathing and pure disgust, and everything else the thought of him conjures up, and she’s able to say the one thing she never thought she’d ever say to him after what happened ten years ago. And she says it in a firm, rigid tone. “I need a favor. You owe me that at least.”

~*~

Half an hour later, Ruby arrives promptly at Emma’s house.

“Thank you for the list, it’s very helpful,” Emma remarks after skimming through it, her nose twisting as she recalls the unnecessary details, “although I didn't really need to know he’s a God in bed or that he likes when you nibble his ear when he’s fucking you, or when you massage his balls,” Emma groans.

Ruby shrugs and smirks shamelessly. "Sorry, I got a little carried away talking about my Killy Bear. Besides, you said you needed to know everything."

“Yeah, everything that would help me gather information about him and the relationship,” Emma clarifies, “not his penis size or sex fetishes.” Seven and a half inches is a good size, though, she has to admit. But if he’s as good in bed as Ruby says he is, then why would she need another dick? She wonders how big the hot British guy’s dick is.

She clears her throat, shaking the thought from her mind and sets the list aside, joining her hands together on her desk. She really needs to get laid. “So, here’s how it usually works—I go on a date with the ex-boyfriend and use what I know about him to act like the perfect woman for him, right before I make his night a living hell and make him so repelled by me, he runs screaming back to the ex-girlfriend.”

Emma stands up and walks around the room, reciting the typical spiel. “Research shows that whatever reason a man has for dumping a woman begins with doubt. Whether they’re doubting the relationship is as exciting as it was in the beginning, that it’s better than being single, or that he can’t do better. But whatever his reason, chances are he’s already fantasizing about another woman who presents different possibilities, or he’s already with her. Sure, he’ll try to do the noble thing and blame himself, saying things like it’s not a good time in his life or he’s not ready for a relationship, but deep down they want the same thing—another woman—because he feels like something’s missing in the relationship.” She goes back to her chair and sits down, crossing her legs and joining her hands on the desk. “That’s where I come in. I show the man exactly what he’s missing.”

Ruby nods, indicating she’s following along so far, even though Emma’s usual spiel may not be all that relevant to her.

“But, this is a special case because, in order for you to get Killian back, he has to regain your trust. That may not happen in the month before he leaves for England. So, I’ll be his distraction. For four weeks, I’ll be the perfect girlfriend, and he’ll want to stay here in Storybrooke. But his world will turn upside down when I tell him that everything he knows about me is a lie. I’m talking lies of epic proportions that will make your betrayal seem like child’s play. He’ll come running back to you so fast, it’ll be like you never cheated.”

Ruby grins like a Cheshire Cat; she appears to be super confident that Emma can pull this off. Emma, however, is not so confident, but she can’t let her client know that.

“The terms and conditions are stated in this contract, and I’ll go over them with you to make sure we’re on the same page.” Emma extends the papers over the desk and places them in front of Ruby.

“Okay,” she nods, scanning the first page.

Emma points to the first rule with the end of her ballpoint pen. “Okay, rule number one—I’m doing this to help you, not for my own personal agenda or to gain any pleasure from this. This is only a job to me, and in order for me to do my job, you can’t track us down or keep tabs on us. I don’t want you showing up when I’m on a date with Killian and going all crazy ex-girlfriend on my ass, got it? You’re paying me to date him, so you have to trust me.” Emma lifts her eyes from the page and looks at her firmly. “If there’s no trust, there’s no deal.”

Ruby shakes her head. “I promise that won’t happen. I trust you.”

“Rule number two—this job has to remain strictly confidential. The only time you can mention Miss Fix-It is if you’re referring me to a potential client through word of mouth. I only get jobs through referrals. If my operation leaks to social media, then that could be the end of Miss Fix-It. If you break this rule, the fee is three times what you hired me to do, no exceptions. And the same goes for me; I never discuss a client’s business with anyone, whether it be future clients, family or friends.”

When Ruby nods in understanding, Emma continues.

“And rule number three—I don’t have sex with the ex-boyfriend under any circumstance. That one‘s pretty self-explanatory, so I’ll move on to rule number four—if my efforts don’t result in you getting back together with Killian, or if I breach this contract in any way, I’ll give you a full refund. But once you’ve reconciled with him, it’s up to you to maintain the relationship. If he ends up breaking up with you after the reconciliation, there is no refund. Any questions so far?”

Ruby shakes her head and gives her an appreciative grin. “No, I’m just happy you’re doing this, Emma.”

Emma returns with a rueful smile and proceeds, going over more details and the matter of payment. Because this one will take more time than usual, she asks for half of the money upfront and the rest of it once Ruby and Killian have been reconciled. Ruby agrees with everything, no questions asked and pays her in cash. This woman really is desperate. Either that, or she’s just naïve.

“Okay, I just need you to sign here, here and here,” Emma says flipping through the pages and pointing to the x’s with her pen.

As Ruby signs the documents, Emma goes through the plan in her head, trying to think of anything she may have missed before Ruby leaves. She’s laid out everything in the contract, but she has an inkling she’s forgetting something.

Ah yes, she has no clue what Killian looks like. And since he most likely won’t agree to being set up on a date so soon after what Ruby did to him, Emma has to make it seem like their meeting is coincidental and not planned.

After Ruby thanks her once again, she rises from her seat and makes her way to the door, Emma following behind her.

“Oh, and one more thing?”

“Sure, what is it?” Ruby asks, spinning around to face her again.

“Do you have a picture of him? I need to be able to recognize him in a public setting.”

“Sure.” Ruby pulls out her phone and unlocks the screen before extending the device to her.

Emma takes the phone, her eyes scanning the wallpaper photo. Her face immediately pales and her throat goes completely dry when she sees those familiar blue eyes. That dark disheveled hair. That smile—the one that will forever haunt her dreams. It may have been two months since she ran into him, but she’ll never forget those alluring eyes or that charming smile. She’d hoped she would see him again, she just hadn’t expected to see him on Ruby’s home screen with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. And they truly do look happy, like Mary Margaret had said.

“I know what you’re thinking—how could anyone cheat on him, right?” Ruby mumbles glumly as she takes back the phone.

“Um, no, I wasn’t thinking that at all,” Emma claims, her voice cracked. Though one would certainly wonder how any woman in their right mind could cheat on this beautiful man, Emma’s not thinking about that. She’s thinking about how fucking devastating it is that Ruby’s ex-boyfriend is the same guy she ran into on the elevator. The same guy who’s been the star of her fantasies for two goddamn months. “I was just observing how happy you two look together.”

“Uh-huh,” Ruby says sarcastically; she obviously doesn’t believe her.

After she leaves, Emma buries her face in her hands, fighting off the urge to bang her head against the door. To think, she’d even considered knocking on every door on the eleventh floor to find him, and assuming he was single when she found him, she was going to fuck his brains out.

So much for that idea.

#cs ff #captain swan #miss fix-it #my fic

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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I’m gonna love you like I’ve never been hurt before.

summary: Could I request one where Richie plans an elaborate proposal for Eddie at their house with everyone invited and when he does, Eddie gets overwhelmed by the attention on him and runs upstairs to their bathroom with Richie apologizing before Eddie accepts the proposal?

A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long I hope it’s worth it! I’m on a camping trip right now so to the two other request I have in my inbox I hope you don’t mind waiting a week, I’ll try work on it in the meanwhile! Let me know what you think.

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‘Fuck, I’m so fucking stupid.’ Eddie complained to his own mirror image, pacing around the small bathroom he had chosen to hide in. He splashed water in his face, hoping to bring down the heating of his inflamed cheeks. The party downstairs had gotten suspiciously quiet after his performance, but he couldn’t fault them for that.

Hopefully they all retreated back to their homes and leave Eddie and Richie to deal with the shambles of their relationship, if there even was one after this. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if Richie decided to break things of with him. He could also start living in the bathroom, condemning himself to the life of a hermit so he never had to face the consequences of what he had done.

How does one relationship recuperate from something like this in the first place? Do any couples stay together after one of them rejects a marriage proposal? In all technicality Eddie didn’t reject Richie, but he did run off before giving any sort of response, and that’s as good an answer as any. If Eddie would have brought his phone with him, he would’ve looked up the statics of them surviving this ordeal on the internet, but his phone was abended on the kitchen counter. Fuck, Eddie didn’t want this to ruin everything he and Richie had worked so hard on to build, the one time he was happy and content and he had to go and fuck it up.

This is what he had dreamed of doing to Myra, not so the walking out clueless part, but the saying no. Eddie cursed himself at the alter for letting it get that far, but hadn’t had the galls to say anything about it in front of his mother and Myra’s family. So then why did he do this time?

‘Eddie are you in here?’ Richie asked from the other side of the door, voice uncharacteristically soft and sad, and Eddie mentally prepared for the; ‘it’s not you it’s me’, speech, except this one would go something like this; ‘it is, your fault, I asked you to marry me and you took off and that was an ego breaking and reputation imploding experience, so why don’t we do each other a favor and break it off now.’ The fact that he didn’t bother with Eds anymore installed a deep feeling of longing to hear the words from his boyfriends mouth.

‘Yeah Rich’, Eddie quietly admitted, digging the buts of his palms in his eyes to will the tears away.

‘Can I come in?’

‘Yeah.’

The bathroom tiles needed revamping, they were flaked with spots from Richie colored hair wash he dyed his hair with for a movie, but Eddie never inspected the place to ensure everything was spotless. He should have, because Richie lacks severely in the cleaning deportment. He compensates by being extra talented in cooking and taking Eddie’s mind of things, his workload or the manifestations of the abuse his mother made him endure. Eddie, is a perfectionist, and once he decided to rid himself from any and all influences of his mother, he loathed the little things he would subsequently enucleate, slipping in the way he surveyed Richie doing laundry for example, or the way he demanded a full list of ingredients from the waiter in full detail.

Richie knows precisely how to approach those moods and adjust him back on the right path, reminding him that it’s okay to sometimes mess up, recovery isn’t linear. Eddie didn’t know how to begin his life without Richie anymore.

“Eddie I’m so, so sorry, can you please forgive me?’

Eddie faltered, the words not exactly what he had lurked over and over again his head. ‘I – I’m… what?’

‘I don’t know what I was thinking, I assumed that because we’ve been dating for two years you wouldn’t object… but it was fucking wrong and I’m so extremely sorry. But hey, at least we now know the bachelor isn’t a roll for me huh?’ Richie tried, a smile so faint gracing his features. He was distraught and trying to make up for something that in no way was his fault, a pit in Eddie’s stomach settled and grew.

‘Rich, that’s not on you. It’s on me. I should never have walked away, I just – fuck I can’t think of what to say.’

He dropped to the side of bathtub, laying his head in his hands as he hunched over. Richie hesitated and then shuffled forward a step, slowly as if he was giving Eddie the chance to reject him and to tell him to go away. With a huff, Eddie circled his wrist and tugged him onwards, sliding over to make room at the edge of the bath. Richie took the invitation for what it was, and graced down next to him.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something, but his mind was empty, backtracking on the whole day and wishing he had a way of changing the past so he could say yes.

‘This is just like that one time in college where I spend the night at someone’s dorm, and his roommate took someone home too and the two of us hid in the bathroom the next morning waiting for them to leave so we could sneak out without being spotted.’

‘Really asshole? You’re talking about a previous fucking hookup after you proposed to me?’

That was the wrong thing to say, Richie dispirited away, head tucked in his shoulders, and legs crossing from the previous position they upheld being splayed out. He shrunk from 6.3 to the size of a middle school child getting scolded by the teacher, and Eddie shrunk right by him.

‘Richie I’m sorry.’

‘What do you have to be sorry Eds -Eddie. You have every right to say no.’

It’s not- I didn’t- I don’t say no,’ Richie raised his eyebrows in disbelief. ‘I’m serious, it was too much is all.’

The proportion of people present, the overuse of balloons in every open space in their house, heart shaped and gigantic, and Eddie kept impinging the damn one in the doorway to the kitchen. The only thing that stopped him from taking a knife and popping it was Richie’s manager, stationed by the it, a murderous look at everyone who tried to make small talk with him. The ring that must have costed thousands of dollars. Yes, Richie may be rich, but that didn’t mean Eddie only wanted extravagant and mind-blowing things, he was not that type of gall as Richie himself would word.

A twinge of panic martyrs Eddie, one of him being in the spotlight with Richie, fans yelling out their names and chasing them to take autographs, or paparazzi hiding in bushes to shoot the glamor shot and earn a quick buck of their backs. Too much attention, like today. Of his mother influencing him to ask Myra on a date and devoting her time and effort into tweaking adjust on Myra to make her a perfect bride for him, and Eddie finally stills whirlwind in his mind, deluding all the panic to a single point.

‘I hated the attention.’ Richie turns to face him. ‘I hate how people stare at me and judge me I can’t stand that from anyone besides our friends. All these people that were here tonight were so much more than just our friends, and I couldn’t stand that. I know it doesn’t make any sense and you’d never do that but I can’t stand the fact I’m basically fucking coerced into saying yes.’

The proposal could be boiled down to be a parody of the proposal Myra waylaid him. Her proposal, she was the one who bend down on one knees after a solid piece of advice from his mother, under scrutiny of all their gibberish speaking coworkers.

She showed up in a dress that Eddie claimed to absolutely have a penchant for, he really only said to like the dress because his mother told him he should, and broke down in weepy tears as she read off a love letter from some book she was reading at the time that didn’t apply to their relationship in the slightest bit. Eddie said yes, steered into it by the forceful stares and the face of his mother scolding him if he came home and told her he said no to Myra’s requested, and grew to hate the marriage because of it. But their relationship shouldn’t be a casualty because of a bad previous experience.

It’s not the same with Richie, but at some level it is. The whole setting was so unlike him he’s stunned Richie chose to do it in such a manor.

‘Shit Eds, that’s not at all what I was trying to do.’

Eddie cupped Richie’s cheek in his hands, stroking the skin underneath his eye, the same patch that always twitches right before Richie tipped over the edge in sleep, and smiles genuinely.

‘I know that Rich. Of fucking course I do, It just brought back bad memories is all. The balloons and the song were a bit much don’t you agree? Plus where the fuck did you find a ring so expensive this late in the game? I’ve been with you every second the last two weeks how did you find time to buy it?’

‘I wanted this to be special and exciting to you, a big romantic gesture to show to the whole world how much I love you, but I guess I failed. Just like I failed to go to the store and buy groceries, did I tell you that yet?’ Richie grimaced, the muscles in his lower face stretching back and a hissing at the same time. His face pulled in an ugly expression. The too bad was left unsaid.

‘Fuck you dude it was your turn to buy them, I texted you five times.’

‘Yeah, but I was busy planning everything, and I expected us to go out to dinner after in celebrations sooo,’ Richie drawled the oo out, ‘tough luck butternut.’

‘Okay and breakfast? Breakfast requires groceries too. I’m going to be hogging the toast we have left, finders keepers losers weepers.’ Eddie divines in the small semblance of normal between them, the push and pull they both live for.

‘Marry me’, Richie asks out of the blue, sliding of the bath and sinking on his knees in front of Eddie. The ring is tucked inside his back pocket, and he trails it out.

‘Are you serious? You still want to marry me after all that?’

‘Eds, I’ve wanted to marry you since I knew what the term marriage entailed, and I’ll want to marry you fifty years from now.’ Richie flushed, biting his lip to not let anything else stupid spill. ‘But don’t feel pressured, If you don’t choose to marry me now, or ever for that matter, that’s okay too. I just hope we can spend the rest of our lives together, as husbands or lovers.’

Richie scratched the top of his hair with the one hand he wasn’t using to hold the up the ring. ‘This the minimalistic proposal you’ve been dreaming off? Just the two of us, a semi normal evening, let erase everything that happened before this point today please, no expensive shit? Well, I guess the ring was expensive, but, it’s not about the money, it’s about the sentiment. It’s my dad’s wedding ring.’

‘Wait, are you for real?’

‘I’m trying to figure out what answer is more likely to get me laid tonight but you’re thinking face is making it hard to tell.’

‘Richie, that was the most coherent and sincere thing you’ve ever said to me, please keep going.’

‘Okay yes, it is. Back in Derry, after you and your mom took off with the sunset, I was missing you and my dad understood somehow. I didn’t explicitly say it, too busy making love jokes about your mom, but he deducted it. That day my aunt came to harass my mom into modifying her wedding dress, and she conducted a whole storyline about how her fiancé asked her hand in marriage with his mother’s wedding band and that my mother should take an example of that, and I blared off at her. Later, my dad came into my room and promised me that if I ever found you again, he would relinquish his instead of my mothers.’ Richie tapped away on the side of the object, Eddie recognizes the beat of the number they had their first ever dance too, wondering how long Richie contemplated popping the question before doing so.

‘Richie fuck, I love you so much. I need to profusely show my appreciation to your dad.’

‘Don’t talk about my dad when I’m on one knee Eds, a man’s, I’m the man in question, ego will be hurt. The question still needs answering by the way…’

‘If I say yes will you stop calling me Eds?’

‘… no, never.’

‘Well then yes.’

Eddie flew off the handle, crashing into Richie in a wild flurry of limbs and emotions, their lips dancing in a slow inducting dance, pirouetting him all the way to the bottom of his existent and then twirling him back up to become fully aware of his every part. Richie lead, decelerate and facilitating as he pleased. Eddie hunkered for this exhilaration, the burst of spine tingling pops either riling him up or drowsy with heavy eyes, depending on what he desired.

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

Another peck and the two unstuck from the other, Eddie’s hand trailing the muscle of Richie arm to lead it to his hand. Richie beamed, tears glistening in the sunlight, as Richie slid on the ring with a steady hand.

‘I love you’, he whispered like it was supposed to be a secret, and Eddie parroted the sentiment twice as vigor.

‘So, just to make sure, this is not the story we’re telling our future kids when they ask how we got married right?’

‘Absolutely not, If they ever ask, you proposed in an intimate setting and I accepted on the first try.’

‘I abide to that.’

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Kiss/Love Prompts

(Maxwell Beaumont x Nadia Park) with the prompt: A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them as requested by Anonymous. (Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) with the prompt: Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force also requested by Anonymous. And the prompt: "I shouldn't be here." As requested by @krsnlove

(Maxwell x Nadia) (Thomas x Amanda) in a The Royal Heir/Red Carpet Diaries/Perfect Match crossover Fan Fiction

@lxaah11 @alleksa16 @penguininapinktuxedo @blackcoffee85 @stopforamoment @hopelessromantic1352 @krsnlove @annekebbphotography @hopelessromantic1352 . @sunflowergirl05 @desireepow-1986 @greywitchyshots @lilyofchoices @moodyvalentinestories @emceesynonymroll @my-heart-beats-for-ya @aworldoffandoms @ab1901 @lolablackwrites @flyawayboo @i-bloody-love-drake-walker . @trappedinfandoms @kate-mckenzie

A/N This isn’t a part of any particular AU, but the idea came to me while listening to one of my playlists and somehow this storyline came about, LOL. It will be a short miniseries because somehow it blossomed in size the more I went into it. I changed Nadia’s problems with Eros for this and made her and Rachel Hunt old college roommates. Without further ado, let's see if Thomas Hunt's sister, Rachel, knows what she is doing when she sets him up on a blind date. Maxwell also plans his hand at matchmaking once more. He was awfully successful with Riley and Liam. And what are plans without a few troublemakers in the mix?

Song: In My Dreams

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part 2

A Not So Perfect Match (Part 1)

Upper East Side, New York, Friday the 12th...

"Rachel!" Nadia squealed before squeezing her surprise visitor in a tight hug.

"I've missed you too." Rachel patted her back. Her eyes widened at the top of her old friend’s once striking, jet black hair. “You colored your hair?!”

“Yeah.” Nadia pushed her now caramel hair back over her shoulders. “I needed a change.” Her brow furrowed with this unexpected visit. "What are you doing in New York?"

"I came to check on you." She replied. “You didn’t sound right when we last talked.”

The petite artist teared up some at the sweet gesture. "You shouldn't have come all this way. I'm fine."

"Nadia." Rachel grasped her friend's shoulders. "I lived with you for four years in college. I think after you comforted me during my crying jag over that moron, Nelson, who stood me up our freshman year, we are way past having to fake being fine."

Nadia's overly bright smile dimmed. "Thank God. I didn't think I could continue acting happy." Her eyebrows drew together with worry. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you again, it's just..." She took a deep breath. "It's just that I'm tired."

Rachel waited silently for her to elaborate.

Nadia groaned, thoroughly disgusted with herself. "I know when we last talked, I told you about the Eros debacle."

"Yes." Rachel moved her hand in an impatient motion to get her to continue.

"Well, ever since Damien found out the dating service was actually for people who wanted to cheat on their significant others and that it had someone perfectly matched for me, I have been too scared to try dating again.."

"Why?"

"Because!" Nadia practically exploded off the couch. "Each guy I think is the one turns out to be my worst nightmare. They either cheat, or stalk me, or take my left shoes, or--"

"Whoa. Back up. Who took your left shoes?!" Rachel glanced down at her own footwear, wondering why a man would do such a thing.

"Evan." Nadia reminded her. "Remember? Junior year, he broke into our room and took two left shoes from my closet."

Rachel's eyes narrowed as she thought back. "I completely forgot about that."

"I wish I could." Nadia tilted her head for her friend to follow. "I've recently made a study of my bad boyfriends."

She led her into the second bedroom of her apartment. There was a large rolling bulletin board covered in pictures of various men. Multicolored strands of yarn went from one ex to another.

"Wow." Rachel stepped forward and read the notes written in glitter gel pens and such her friend had posted with each one. "Nadia, perhaps--"

"Look, I know it's crazy and I'm crazy for going through with making this." Nadia's eyes filled with tears. "I have to know why I'm a jerk magnet."

"You're not a jerk magnet." Rachel rolled her eyes. "You have simply had a run of bad luck."

"It isn't a run! It's years of this." Nadia pointed out.

The evidence on the board was damning. It did seem that somehow the jerks of the world latched on to Nadia.

"You need a change." Rachel decided. "Pack your bags. You're coming with me to California."

"What?" Nadia exclaimed. "Rachel, I can't just--"

"Yes, you can." Rachel went to Nadia's room and began to go through her clothes. "We will go shopping once there. But for the time being, these will do." She pulled out several outfits and laid them on the bed. "I'm going to introduce you to someone that I believe is perfect for you."

"Who?" Nadia asked. An excited trepidation overcame her.

Could the perfect guy be waiting for her in Hollywood?

"My brother." Rachel declared. "Like you, Thomas hasn't had the best of luck with dating." A smile slowly formed as she imagined one of her best friends marrying her only brother. And it would all be because of her brilliant matchmaking.

"Rach, I don't know." Nadia hedged. "Didn't you say he is," she hesitated, "kind of grumpy?"

"He definitely is." Rachel searched for a suitcase. "And that's why I think you would be perfect for him. He needs someone sweet."

"I'm not so sure it will work out. You said he has a quick temper. I do too and--"

"You both have an artistic temperament." Rachel pointed out. "While yours is on canvas, his is film." She continued to pack Nadia's bags. "I can't wait for you two to finally meet."

When she noticed her friend trying to think of a way out of going, she decided to use their new current obsession. They had spent numerous hours on the phone talking about their favorite book.

"Maxwell Beaumont is bringing everyone in The Royal Romance to Hollywood in a few days."

"What?!" Nadia squealed. "Do you think we could meet them?!"

"Tommy Phelps invited my brother to a party for the nobles." Rachel laughed when Nadia dramatically flopped on her bed. "I talked Thomas into taking me. If you come, he can take us both."

And then you'll fall in love with each other, she thought.

"Why didn't you lead with that?!" Nadia broke into a wide smile. “I would love to go to California."

******************

A private jet, a few hours east of Hollywood...

"Excited?" Maxwell asked.

"Sorry?" Amanda removed her ear buds. "Did you say something?"

"Are you excited?" Maxwell repeated.

"About going to Hollywood? Of course." Amanda slipped her ear buds back in, assuming the conversation over.

He yanked out the right one.

"I'm sorry, were you not finished?" She set her kindle down.

"Amanda, you're about to meet everyone who's playing your favorite people in the world!" He took her by her shoulders and playfully shook her. "How can you sit there calmly?"

She laughed at his antics. "I am curious who the director picked to play you."

"I'll give you a hint." His dimples deepened. "Your favorite actor is playing yours truly."

"No!" Amanda's eyes widened. "Are you saying that Ryan Summers is playing you? Ryan I am too handsome to be true Summers?"

He nodded, finally content at having worked her into an excited frenzy.

"I love his movies." Amanda sighed. "Any chance you added a hidden romance for you in the script?" Her lips curved in a teasing smile. "I would be willing to work for free to share a love scene or two with him."

"Oh really?" Maxwell teased. "I guess it's a good thing I told him that if he wanted to learn more about me, then he should spend time with you."

"Shut up!" Amanda hit his arm. "You didn't!? Did you?"

"I did." He winked at her. "Perhaps you can also get to know him."

Amanda fanned herself with her tablet. "I can't imagine talking to him much less spending time with him."

"Breathe." Maxwell repeated. "In and out."

"This is going to be the best trip ever." She declared.

***************

Hollywood, Sunday the 14th...

"Come in." Thomas yelled out when he heard the persistent knock.

Rachel opened the door to his apartment. "Busy?"

He finished packing a stack of books in a crate. "Only with getting the last of my things on the moving truck."

"Good thing I came ready to help.” Rachel rolled up her sleeves.

"Thank you." He handed her a box and motioned toward the awards case. "Bubble wrap is over there."

"This is it for the bathroom." Ryan came around the corner. "And I managed to-- Rachel!"

She smiled at him over her shoulder. "Hello Ryan."

His slow, suggestive smile that made his horde of fans shiver formed. "I didn't know you were stopping by. I would have dressed up."

Thomas eyed the two silently.

"I like to surprise my brother. Keeps him tethered to the real world." She teased.

Thomas did not bother to respond to her quip as he hefted a box downstairs.

Ryan set his own box down and helped Rachel reach one of the awards on a top shelf.

"I heard you were in New York." He helped her wrap one of the SAG Awards.

"I was."

He paused waiting on her to say why she went there.

She glanced up at him. "I went to talk a friend of mine into coming here for a visit."

"A friend, huh?" His smile grew at the thought of her having a secret love. "Is this a close friend?"

"Very close." Rachel replied.

"Really?" Ryan turned away from her and picked up a box to take downstairs.

"I think she is perfect for Thomas." Rachel added when he stepped out the door.

Ryan slowly backed up. "Who's perfect for Thomas?"

"My friend in New York. Nadia." She explained. "I intend to put them together."

Ryan thought about the numerous ways this could end badly for all parties involved yet wisely kept it to himself. "When do I get to meet her?"

"You don't. Not until she meets Thomas." Rachel's nose crinkled. "You're too handsome."

His brow furrowed. "And this is bad?"

"Yes." Rachel faced him with her hands on her hips. "I can't tell you how many women have told me that you blind everyone with your looks and charm. I need Nadia to truly see Thomas. Once that is done, then you can meet her."

Ryan casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do I blind you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not at all. I'm immune to the charms of actors and models. One of the perks to having Thomas as a brother." She cut her eyes to him. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." He winked at her and said over his shoulder. "I like to know who will let me get away with anything by just flashing a smile."

She shook her head in exasperation while packing the rest of Thomas' awards away.

Her brother returned, frowning slightly at the few items that were left.

"Thomas?"

"Hmm?"

"Moving into your home seems like a new beginning, doesn't it?" She asked, attempting to sound innocent.

Perhaps a little too innocently.

His eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at?"

"Nothing." She kept her back to him. "Just that life itself can change when one moves out of their comfort zone."

"I'm moving to a home I personally designed as my comfort zone." He grumbled.

She grit her teeth at how obtuse he could be sometimes. "I meant that you will have a place where new memories can be made without the stigma of the old."

He stopped packing and folded his arms. "What new memories are you talking about?"

"Well," she shrugged a shoulder. "You'll be making new movies. Throwing parties--"

"I'm not throwing parties."

"New romance." She continued, pretending he had not interrupted.

"I'm not interested." He informed her.

"You will be when you meet the right person." She set the last of his awards in the box. "Thomas, you built a home with eight bedrooms."

"And?"

"And what better way to fill them than with a family!" She exclaimed.

"Rachel, I built those for visitors. Plus, I am using some of those rooms for--"

"When do you invite people to stay with you?" She snapped. "And don't you dare say you are using them for your movie paraphernalia."

Thomas ran his hands over his face. "Rachel, I appreciate your concern, but I am perfectly content as a bachelor. I don't have to worry about whether or not I am focusing on a relationship like I should when a new film comes my way. The unnecessary drama of trying to figure out how serious we should be or--"

"That's why I have the perfect person for you!"

His eyes widened. "What?"

"You mean, who." She smiled at him. "I found someone who understands getting swept away with artistic endeavors."

"Rachel, you are not setting me up with someone." He stated firmly.

"Yes, I am." She argued. "Nadia is the one for you."

"Nadia?" Thomas' frown firmed as he tried to recall how he knew that name. "Your old roommate? The one you claimed was deeply in love with love?"

"That was nearly ten years ago." Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "She's mellowed some."

"No." He snapped. "Thank you for what I assume is a loving gesture on your part, but I am not interested."

"You're meeting her Thursday night for dinner at La Boucherie ." Rachel informed him. "Then escorting us next Friday to The Royal Romance party." She hefted her box and walked out the door, yelling, "Don't even think of getting out of it!"

Ryan dodged her on his way back inside. "What's wrong with Rachel?"

"She set me up on a blind date." Thomas replied bitterly. "One I neither asked for nor wanted."

*****************

The Royal Romance movie set, Tuesday the 16th...

"Here's the ballroom where we have the big BOOM" Tommy Phelps moved his hands like a bomb blowing up.

"But the night when Liam was crowned King was when the photos happened." Riley pointed out. "Not the night when the Sons of the Earth attacked."

"Love how you're thinking." Tommy said. "But we thought fireworks exploding during that big reveal of you and Tariq would really hammer home how little control you had."

"That moment was fraught with turmoil." Liam argued. "I had to immediately come up with a way to keep Riley safe while also trying to find a way to be with her." He looked about the ballroom. "I don't think fireworks do justice to that heartbreaking moment."

He shifted his daughter in his arms when she grunted.

Riley slipped her arm around him. She alone knew how he still suffered from that one night's decision. To this day, he apologized for being unable to choose her in that moment.

While the director continued to discuss options with the royal couple, Maxwell led the others to meet their actors.

"And this is Ryan Summers, aka me." Maxwell cocked his head to the side as he studied the man. "It's like looking in a mirror."

"I don't think you know what a mirror is." Drake commented.

"See." Seth pointed out. "This is what I am talking about. I need to know how you use your snark when talking to others."

"I still can't believe they chose Seth Levine for Drake." Amanda whispered to Olivia. "He is nothing like him."

Olivia nodded before turning her attention to the actress cast as her. "They made the right choice for me. Victoria Fontaine is known for not taking crap from anyone."

The normally blonde beauty had her hair the exact shade of Olivia's rich red locks. She was in the midst of training with a pair of daggers.

"She's got potential." Olivia muttered. When she noticed Amanda's lack of comment, she turned to see what held her attention.

"Really Amanda?" She teased. "You're drooling."

She quickly touched the corner of her dry parted lips before scowling. "Look at him!" She whispered. "He's more handsome than I expected."

"I guess Ryan is not too hard on the eyes." Olivia conceded.

"Amanda!" Maxwell motioned for her to come over. "I need you to tell Ryan how wonderful I am."

She steeled herself and hoped she didn't succumb to giggling like an idiot when he spoke to her.

Ryan held his hand out. "So this is the other friend who only knew of circumstances through phone calls?"

"That's me." Amanda could feel her skin flush from her neck to the tips of her ears. "I was away caring for my late uncle during Liam's search."

Maxwell grinned at her hand remaining in Ryan's. "She was the voice of reason whenever I called in a panic. If anyone can tell you what I went through during my times alone, it is the duchess I would call at three in the morning for encouragement."

"You won’t mind my pestering you?" Ryan's smile flashed causing her cheeks to turn darker.

"Not at all." She replied, smiling shyly back.

"Sounds like you two could use that dinner reservation I won't be able to make." Maxwell interjected. "Perfect opportunity to talk about me."

"What?" Amanda turned abruptly toward him. Her hand slipped from Ryan's grasp.

"Thursday night, seven o'clock. My agent unfortunately scheduled a last-minute book signing for that night. " Maxwell quirked an eyebrow at Ryan. "Any chance you could take her to dinner at La Boucherie?"

"Maxwell--" her voice almost squeaked with embarrassment. "I... I’m sure Ryan has...we can't..."

"Sure." Ryan responded. "I'll come by and pick you up." He smiled once more at Amanda as he left the two to speak to Tommy.

She pinched Maxwell underneath his arm.

"Ow!" He rubbed the spot. "What was that for."

"Did you just set me up with Ryan Summers?" Amanda hissed.

"Are you asking if I concocted a plan to have one of my best friends go to a romantic dinner for two with the one actor she gasped over when he removed his shirt during a love scene?" He countered.

She dropped her head in her hands. "Maxwell!"

"You're welcome." His sing song voice taunted her as he left her alone.

****************

"Here you go Chris." Addison helped him into another jacket. "Better?" She asked when he moved his arms.

"Much better." He replied. "Thanks Addison."

She smiled and went to check on Cassandra's ballgown, pausing when she overheard one of the nobles talking about someone she knew well.

"I still think Thomas Hunt should have directed this." The dark-haired duchess muttered behind her cup.

"You sure it isn't your crush on him making you say that?" Asked the guy that was clearly best friends with the king.

Addison ducked behind a column to continue to eavesdrop. She peeked around it to see how the duchess looked when responding.

"Just because I've always found him attractive doesn't mean he isn't a talented director. When I think of all he could have done with this story--" she smacked the man's arm.

"Amanda, what was that for?!" He asked.

"You know what you were doing, Drake Walker." She wagged a finger at him. “I don’t make that expression whenever I talk about him.”

"Would you have been able to concentrate on the tour if Hunt was directing?" Drake teased.

Amanda's cheeks turned red. "I highly doubt it." She lowered her eyes. "I was secretly hoping we could still meet him." She looked around the set. "Seems unlikely now."

"You've got a few weeks to casually bump into him." Drake countered, nudging her side. "Just because you haven't seen him after a day or so in Hollywood, doesn't mean you won't."

Addison studied the noble closely. She might work for Thomas, she thought. Then the next words she overheard caused her to decide then and there to set Thomas up with this lady.

"I guess we better rejoin the others. Tommy probably has this whole soundstage rigged to blowup like every other movie he has directed." Amanda grumbled. "Would it kill him to stick to the heartache and romance of Liam and Riley's story?"

Addison quickly pulled her phone out and sent a quick text.

Holly. I found her.

*****************

Later that afternoon, The Beverly Wiltshire...

Nadia closed her eyes and sank deeper into the pool, sighing at how wonderful it felt. She tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation of the cool water mixed with the warmth of the sun.

She might have to visit California more often.

She sat up with a start, spluttering at the wave of water that crashed over her.

"I'm so sorry! You okay? I tripped and almost landed on you. It was either splashing you or drowning you."

She rubbed her eyes and blinked at the man nearly tripping over his words with the speed he was speaking. A pair of startling blue eyes were narrowed in concern at her silence.

Her lips parted at the face that slowly came into focus. The very face that graced the cover of the book she kept on her nightstand sheepishly smiled at her.

"I hope I didn't hurt you." He said, dimples deepening.

"I'm fine." She managed to say, smiling at him. "Besides, if I didn't want to get wet, I shouldn't have come to the pool."

His smile grew. "I've never understood people who want to just lay out by water. Who can resist how great it is to swim?"

"Exactly!" She exclaimed. "I'm usually the one having to drag my best friend into the water. He thinks he is too old to play in the pool."

Maxwell shook his head in sympathy. "It takes special people to be friends with such a person. We have to work so much harder to make sure they have fun."

"That's what I always say!" Nadia covered her mouth at how loud her words were. She was so excited to be talking to the Maxwell Beaumont that she lost all volume control.

He smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Maxwell by the way."

"I know." She bounced a little in the water with meeting him on her first day out. "I am your biggest fan! Well, me and Rachel are. I can't tell you how much I LOVE your book!"

Maxwell couldn't stop smiling. "I love meeting a fan."

Her bouncing began to make waves. "Fan hardly describes it. Not that I'm like obsessed with you or anything." She quickly amended. "I've had a stalker fan before. Not. Fun. At. All. Huge fan of your work is a little more appropriate."

His smile dimmed. "You had a stalker?" His eyes swept over her. "I wish I had Amanda here. She could tell me what movie I must have seen you in."

Nadia laughed and shook her head. "I doubt it. I've never done any acting. I'm an artist." She explained moving her hand as if it held a brush. "Paints and canvas."

He playfully wiped his brow in relief. "Thank goodness. I was about to call a doctor to check me over for a head injury if I had forgotten someone like you."

Her cheeks flushed. "I--that's so--thank you." She clasped her hands together to keep from fidgeting. "If you are ever in New York, you'll have to come by my gallery."

"New York huh?" His eyes held hers. "I should have known. After meeting Riley there, I've learned that amazing women come from that city."

Nadia thought she might melt right then and there.

He moved a little closer to her. "Nadia, I don't suppose--"

"Maxwell!" Hana called out. "There you are!" She sent a brief smile toward Nadia. "Sorry to interrupt but Tommy's been trying to get a hold of you. He needs to discuss another scene he thinks needs to be amped up."

"Be right there." His smile disappeared at having to leave. "It was nice meeting you Nadia."

"Best day ever." She replied.

He fought his grin. "Any chance you'll be staying in Hollywood for a while."

"A couple of weeks." She replied.

"Here? At the hotel?" He pushed himself out of the pool.

She became speechless at the sight of him shirtless and dripping wet. "Um. Hmm? Yeah."

He quickly dried off. "Then I hope to splash you again." He winked at her and hurried off.

She watched him until he went back inside before ducking under the water. She let out a squeal once under then popped back to the surface.

Nadia scrambled out of the pool and reached for her phone. "Rach? I JUST MET MAXWELL BEAUMONT!"

*****************

Later that night at The Ivy...

At a table for four out on the back patio, Holly waved to get her friend’s attention.

"Hey guys." Addison pulled a chair out and collapsed. "I needed this."

Steve chuckled at her actions. "Hard day?"

"Hard barely covers it." She grumbled. "With all the fireworks and explosions, I'm going to have to find flame retardant material to make ballgowns out of."

"Could be worse." Holly countered. "You could be helping Thomas move into his new home."

Steve grimaced at the reminder of his current assignment. "Or trying to draw up the right plans for his guest house." He rubbed his temple. "I somehow convinced myself that it would go easier after drawing up blueprints for his dream home." He downed his cocktail. "I've never been more wrong."

"He is a demanding, highly detailed man." Holly muttered. "Turns out great on film but is such a pain to work with."

"At least with Thomas, there aren't any surprises." Addison countered. "I'd willingly trade spots right now for a break from Tommy."

"Don't worry. You'll soon be back where you belong." Holly lifted her menu and grinned. "Tortured with the rest of us as we deal with Mr. Hunt's next vision."

"This is the last time I volunteer to work under Tommy." Addison swore.

Steve leaned closer and lifted a blonde lock of her hair. "Addison? Did you get burned?"

She glanced down and let out a shrill shriek. "MY HAIR!"

Holly coughed to cover her laughter. "I'm so sorry." Tears fell with her suppressed laughter. "I'm not laughing about what happened, just your reaction."

Addison dropped her head on the table with a loud thunk. "I need drinks."

"On it." Steve got their waiter's attention and ordered her favorite.

She sighed and resumed sitting up straight. "Thanks."

"Cheer up." Holly nudged her. "We can get your hair cut in a cute style before Matt gets back in town."

"I know." She mumbled.

Steve and Holly shared a glance at their friend’s unusual low spirits. "So tell us about this woman you found for Thomas."

Steve quirked an eyebrow. "I'm curious how you plan on getting them together. He's already trying to get out of one blind date."

"Blind date?" Addison narrowed her eyes. "But I found the perfect one! Who set him up?"

"Rachel." Holly explained. "With an old roommate of hers."

"She's an artist from New York." Steve added.

"No. Nope. She will not be his perfect match. The lady from Cordonia will." Addison argued. "And I think I know how to get them to meet. Is Thomas still planning on doing that sci-fi movie?"

"You know he is." Holly answered, wondering where she was going with this. "He's been taking his time with it during this move. Plans on focusing on it in a few weeks."

Addison pulled her phone out. "Don't judge me for this, but I took some pictures of the one I want for him."

Her friends studied the first image.

"She's pretty." Steve zoomed in on her face.

"I agree." Holly studied the next picture Addison had snapped.

"Look at her eyes." Addison pointed out.

The two were silent as they did as she said.

"Okay." Steve said slowly. "She has beautiful eyes."

"Oh." Holly blinked. "Oh, you're good."

"Right?!" Addison exclaimed.

"Am I missing something?" Steve asked.

"When are you doing this?" Holly asked. "How will you get her to do this?"

"I overheard her say she hoped to go on a tour of the studio. I thought I could offer to take her to Thomas's soundstage and," she scrunched her shoulders with anticipation, "watch the two fall in love."

"Hello?" Steve waved at them. "Guy over here that isn't fluent in Chang-Sinclaire-ese."

"Addison is going to pretend she's found the perfect person to play the female lead in Thomas's next film." Holly explained. "He has stated more than once that he believes he needs an actress with large, expressive eyes."

"Oh." He looked down at Amanda's face again. "You are good."

"Good enough to have you buy dinner for me?" Addison teased.

"I did just build a multimillion-dollar home." He pretended to think about it. "And you were singed on the job."

Addison clasped her hands together. "Think of my poor hair and how desperately it needs nutrients."

"I guess I could be talked into it." He smiled at her. "I do owe you both for recommending me to Thomas."

"Wait, you're paying for mine too?" Holly rose halfway out of her chair to search for their waiter. "I need to add to my order."

Once they had their entrees, Addison studied the two closely as they talked about their day. Feeling confident in her choice for Thomas, she began to wonder which individuals she could match them with.

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