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hypnomicimagines · 3 years

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Risk It All [Yamada Ichiro] [College AU]

Ichiro first fell in love with the back of your head.

He knew he should be listening to the professor droning on and on about some business policy that was likely going to be important in his future career but it was far too early in the morning for Ichiro to give a damn. You were leaning back in your chair which meant you were that much closer to him than normal and he was mesmerized, the notes on his paper just a mess of illegible scribbles that wouldn’t help him with any future test. But at least you smelled good and sometimes he’d get a glimpse of your face as you turned in your seat to talk to the person next to you, a small smile on your face; you’d even glimpse back at him when the lecture got too boring and roll your eyes.

The solidarity between two bored students made Ichiro feel special.

He didn’t think he was the shy type nor was he one to beat around the bush but there was something about you that made him nervous, too nervous to directly approach you as he would any other person, he was interested in. He’d been on a few dates since he’d gotten into college, focused more on his studies than having a good time, but when the need for human connection hit who was he to turn it down? He just had to give himself a pep talk, ask for your number, and he’d be on his way to… Well, he wasn’t sure where he’d be heading which was likely part of his hesitation. If you rejected him it sure would be awkward to have another month of classes together where you had to awkwardly pretend the creep behind you wasn’t constantly thirsting over you in his head.

“Just fuckin’ ask 'em,” Samatoki rolled his eyes at Ichiro’s predicament, “What are you waiting for? Some other asshole to swoop in and get them? If you want something, take it.”

“You act like it’s this simple thing…” Ichiro sighed, slamming his textbook shut at the table as no work would be getting done while you were on his brain.

“We could have a party or some shit,” Kuko offered up a helpful solution though the glint in his eye told Ichiro that there was some ulterior motive, not that his red-headed friend had ever been helpful without a catch like some sort of malicious genie. “Been overdue.”

Samatoki didn’t disagree and though their fourth roommate, Sasara, wasn’t around at the moment it was unlikely that he’d disagree. Sasara hated the silence and thrived on having an audience, the life of the party once he really got going, and generally the other guys had to watch out to assure he didn’t overdo it. Samatoki could handle that though as Ichiro had one goal in mind, get your number, and since it was such a simple task there’s no way it could get ruined, right?

Ichiro had a cup in his hand before he knew it.

He never really liked to drink but since he was technically of age he could, Kuko in the same boat as him. Samatoki and Sasara were the drinkers of the house, pointing out the best alcohols to buy and addressing the younger boys about the appropriate amounts to drink (and what alcohols not to mix). Ichiro’s nerves had been getting to him and after he was relentlessly teased by all three of his housemates, he had a red solo cup shoved in his hands.

“For your nerves,” Samatoki had stated as he took another drag of his cigarette, “Little bit won’t hurt you, don’t be a coward.”

Ichiro’s pride had been directly attacked, he couldn’t be a coward, not tonight, so he had done as he was instructed. Unfortunately, Samatoki hadn’t taken into account that Ichiro’s tolerance level wasn’t quite up to his standards, the alcohol soaking in even more as Ichiro had even been too nervous to eat before the party had started. His brain is in a fog as he searched you out, having invited you (and a few others around you in class) that day to come (you had said you’d love to go so he assumed that was a ‘yes I’ll be there!’). He’s trying not to stumble into other people as his eyes search the crowd, eventually landing on their target.

God, you looked so beautiful when you were all dressed up, wearing nice clothes that were a great contrast to the comfortable ones you preferred to wear to class. The true duality of beauty was appearing drop dead gorgeous no matter what you wore and Ichiro was positive he would’ve been enamored with you even if you wore a garbage bag and called in trash chic. He walked towards you without any hesitation, thinking for that split second that he was thankful for Samatoki having his back and giving him that little confidence booster before he had found you.

He’s quickly cursing his friends name.

Approaching you had caused the butterflies in his stomach to start up again and it must’ve clearly shown on his face as you looked concerned after he greeted you, putting a hand on his shoulder as you asked if he was okay. He wanted to reply ‘yes, of course!’ and his flirty side wanted to go ‘why, do you wanna be my nurse?’ while his desperate side wanted to say ‘please say you’ll go out with me’. But his actual self, his actual brilliant, low tolerance to alcohol self, said nothing.

Instead, he spewed his guts out.

All over your shoes.

The first thing he heard was Kuko’s hysterical laughter from the other side of the room which he promptly ignored as he tried not to topple over on you, your hand patting his back as he coughed at the burning sensation now in his throat. He had never wanted to die more in his life than he did right now, staring at your shoes covered in his puke, and he considered going up to the second floor so he could jump out the window in his room. You patted his shoulder and he looked up, finding your concerned face still plastered on as you whispered in his ear to ask where the bathroom was. He can faintly remember you leading him, leaning his head on the toilet while Samatoki stood in the doorway and talked with you, and then there was nothing.

Ichiro woke up in his bed the next morning, unceremoniously thrown on it sideways without even a blanket to cover him up. He groaned as his head throbbed, the previous nights events completely wiped from his memory for the time being until he dragged himself downstairs to get some water.

“Holy shit dude, you really barfed on ‘em? Oh my god they have to hate your guts!” Kuko is in tears instantly, his hysterical laughter triggering Ichiro’s memories of the night before; his friend might be an asshole but he was likely right. Who the hell wanted to deal with some lightweight idiot who greeted them with vomit? And he had class with you on Monday, how the hell should he deal with that? Was it too late to drop it? Could his counselor switch him to a different time? Ichiro was starting to panic.

There’s suddenly a loud clatter that pulled him from his thoughts as something is dropped in front of him on the table.

“The hell is that?”

“Your phone.” Samatoki stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was if Ichiro had bothered to look at the object before asking his question, “Took it from you after you got sick. Didn’t want you texting any dumbass exes and invitin’ them where they aren’t wanted.”

He’d rather not think about that.

He took the phone in his hand and raised an eyebrow at the number of missed messages, one of them being from Kuko who very much knew Ichiro wouldn’t be answered. He rolled his eyes at the ‘LOL’ that Kuko had sent him and continued to scroll through until he reached an unknown number, his heartbeat loud in his ears as he reads the text over and over.

‘Hey, I sit in front of you in Ethics. Just wanted to check in and see if you’re alright! Your roommate gave me your number if that’s cool. If not idk kick his ass or something. Make sure to take aspirin for that headache!!’

How could you be as cute over text as you were in person? Ichiro’s cheeks began to warm up and his stomach started to act up again, slapping a hand over his mouth as a wave of nausea came crashing down on him. He got worked up too quickly for his poor body to handle and as he’s hoisted from the table by Samatoki, ushering him to the bathroom like he’s some toddler who hasn’t learned to not piss their pants, he thinks about how lucky he is that you were such a kind person. Next time around he’d certainly be the one to make the first move and he wouldn’t need alcohol to get through it.

“Don’t fuckin’ throw up on the table dude we eat here.”

“Right in front of my salad,” Sasara sighed as he mixed his bowl of cereal.

“Shut the fuck up, that joke wasn’t funny when it was popular three years ago.”

Ichiro didn’t hear the bickering.

He was far too focused on texting you back.

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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nothing could be finer | Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales | Part Four

A/N: These people will probably talk about their ~emotions~ in the next chapter MAYBE.

Rating: 18+

Warning: Semi-public fingering. Blowjob in a women’s restaurant bathroom. Mentions of alcohol. Naughty words.

Word count: 3,631, apparently!!

Summary: The three of you won’t talk about what your relationship is, but you’re willing to do other things in a crowded restaurant.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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You and the boys went out for brunch.

Then lunch.

And now you were out to dinner.

Whether you were trying to keep from talking about whatever your relationship was or trying to keep from fucking too much before you talked about whatever your relationship was, you didn’t know.

You were definitely failing on the latter, though, since the three of you weren’t really good at keeping your hands off each other; Frankie would lean on you and rest his head on any part of you he could, Pope was pretty much obsessed with grabbing your ass, and loved to cuddle up to your boys.

Even now, out to dinner, Pope had his hand on your thigh and you were bumping your foot into Frankie’s boot as you all enjoyed your drinks.

You’d worn a dress out to dinner because this felt like a date and you liked the way they’d practically tripped over their words telling you yes when you questioned if you should put on a sundress, and you felt Pope’s fingers dip under the hem each time his hand moved up.

He smirked when he felt you twitch each time he touched the skin of your inner thigh, taking a sip of his beer like he wasn’t doing anything when his hand moved higher.

You kicked Frankie’s foot hard when you felt fingers brushing over the front of your panties and he jumped, slamming his knee against the table.

He leaned back against the booth with a grimace as he reached down to grip both his foot and his knee. “What the fuck, baby?”

You looked at Pope with wide eyes, then at Frankie with a sincere soft apology in your eyes for hurting him.

“I’m sorry, I—” You pressed your lips tightly together when Pope’s fingers rubbed over the front of your panties.

“You okay?” Frankie’s very slight anger and shock at the pain turned to confusing as he noticed the way you were acting.

“Yes...um...what are you thinking of ordering?” You tried to hide your face behind your menu because Pope was shoving your underwear aside and pushing his fingers in to stroke over your clit.

“I don’t know what I’m ordering for dinner, but I’m liking this cherry cheesecake for dessert.” Pope sounded innocent enough, but his middle finger moved down to tease at your entrance as he emphasized the fruit.

You jumped, letting out a laugh of surprise as you felt him touching you there, and Frankie was looking at you with increasing worry.

And Pope — the asshole — was just leaning back next to you and drinking his beer with his free hand as he dipped the tip of his finger in and out of your cunt, using your wetness to bring his finger back up to easily stroke your clit.

Frankie thought the look in your eyes was incredibly familiar and it took him a moment to realize he’d looked down into those eyes, looked up at them, stared into them when your mouth was around his—

He grabbed onto the end of the table as he looked under it, smacking his head on it on the way back up as soon as he saw your legs open with a hand between them; was it just him or were his pants a little bit tighter at the thought that you were being fingered right now in a busy restaurant?

“Holy shit,” he hissed, looking pointedly at Pope as he took off his hat to rub where he’d smacked the table.

“Keep your voice down, ‘Fish, people are enjoying their meals here.” And you were enjoying Pope’s touches as he pushed a finger into you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

Frankie opened his mouth to ask if this was why he wanted to sit next to you, if you liked this, if he could come sit next to you and join in on it, but he forgot what he was going to say as he watched you squirm and let out a little moan.

Fuck, some part of him he’d never tapped into before wanted to get under the table and eat you out for his dinner, but he stayed where he was with his pants tightening more.

Pope smirked, drinking his beer slowly.

His finger purposely brushed over your G spot and you grabbed onto the table, nails digging into the pressed wood and hips lifting off the vinyl seat.

“Uh-uh.” Pope used the heel of his hand on your pubic bone to push you back down onto the booth. “You stay still and be quiet or I’m gonna have to stop.”

“Fuck you, Santi,” you panted, not very good at being mean to these two in the first place, but really bad at it when you were trying not to ride his fingers.

“You have, and you’re so wet that we probably could right now if it weren’t a little bit illegal.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

Frankie’s pupils were dilated as he watched the way your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, watched you squirm as subtly as you could, and he was pretty sure he could hear Pope’s finger moving in and out of you.

He glanced around the restaurant surreptitiously; all the conversations at the other tables were overlapping to each other in a hum of different voices, forks were scraping on plates and knives were clinking against them, wine was being poured at a table to the right of yours, a server setting plates down with a soft thunk at a table of business men in a corner booth.

No one seemed any the wiser that you were doing anything and that really turned him on.

That turned you on, too. The thought of people having no idea Pope was getting you off only made you wetter. So did the idea of someone realizing it, and maybe that turned you on even more.

Pope’s thumb ran over your clit just right and you rotated your hips in nearly a circle as you tried to grind into him, reaching down between your legs to grab onto his hand, trying to guide him.

He looked a little less cocky and a lot more horny at this, eyes hooded slightly to watch as you used his hand to press down on your own pussy. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”

Your eyes were full of lust as you turned your head and leaned into him for a lazy kiss, doing your best not to let yourself fall right into him and ride his hand right there in the booth.

“He’s right. You’re fucking driving me insane here, baby.” Frankie shifted in his seat a bit, tugging on the front of his pants in an attempt to take some of the pressures off his cock, but that honestly felt good.

“Sorry about the wait! Are y’all ready to order yet?” That was the waitress, bouncing over to the table happily even on such a busy night with her notepad in her hand.

Frankie slammed his knee into the table again which helped with the hard on between his legs a little.

You might’ve looked at him with concern or looked up at the waitress with a smile, but Pope didn’t stop. He pushed a second finger into you, actually, and you were pretty sure you’d never been as turned on as you were now with one of the men you loved fingering you with a stranger standing right there.

“Oh, sweetie, are you alright there?” The waitress tried to lean over to see if Frankie hurt himself, but he quickly waved her off; the pain was distracting, but he was still pretty fucking hard.

“I’m fine, really.” He did not sound as nonchalant as he wanted to, speaking like he’d been found doing something he was told not to and was trying to lie his way out of it.

“Ladies first.” Pope smiled as he pumped his fingers a little bit faster, working them against your G spot as his thumb pressed on your clit.

You were clearly floundering, so wrapped up in the pleasure of his touches that you were kind of just sitting there with your mouth open, not even able to think of what food was.

Frankie noticed this and shot a look at Pope as he said, “She’ll have the special, it’s her favorite.”

The waitress glanced at you to make sure that was really what you wanted and you quickly flashed her an awkward smile, nodding and watching as she scribbled the order down on her pad. Frankie ordered his own with another beer, then Pope used his free hand to pick up the menu.

“Hm...what do I want? That burger looks really good, but so does this pasta dish...maybe I should be healthy and go for something lean? Or a salad?” His fingers gave a particularly firm thrust that made you whine lowly.

“Order the fucking burger,” you said through your teeth, knowing you were so turned on that there would be no way to pretend you weren’t orgasming if he got you off in front of this woman.

He took the hint, nodding and doing as you said, and Frankie gathered up the menus to hand them to the waitress.

She looked at the three of you with a bit of confusion in her smile, but quickly ran off to bring your order to the kitchen and wait on another table.

Pope waited until she was out of earshot to lean in and kiss the side of your neck, “That made you so fucking wet, I felt you squeezing my fingers.”

Frankie was half-hard again and now he could definitely hear the fingers fucking into you, how fucking wet you were for Pope and the idea that you were being gotten off in the middle of a busy restaurant.

“Can you talk to me, baby?” You asked him with a little whimper to your tone, reaching across the table for him, and you squeezed his hand as he took hold of it.

“What do you want me to say?” He’d never really dated anyone who was into dirty talk if that was what you wanted and he needed some guidance.

“I can tell by your eyes that you really like this, so tell me what you’re thinking.” You watched as his brow furrowed for a moment, then he seemed to sit up a little straighter and his gaze darkened slightly.

“I’m thinking about how much I want to go under the table and fuck you with my tongue.” His voice was smooth, not even showing that he wasn’t entirely used to dirty talk.

You let out a loud moan at the mere thought of him kneeling down there, hiding, fucking his tongue into your pussy and sucking on your clit; the tables around you seemed to stop, their conversations silencing and the sound of silverware on plates stopping as they looked over at you.

Pope didn’t stop moving his fingers as he smiled at the people staring and then looked at you smugly. “Baby, I didn’t mean to stomp on your foot like that.”

The rest of the patrons returned to their meals once they were satisfied with the idea that you were merely superficially hurt.

Frankie made sure no one was paying attention before he looked at you again, tugging on your hand. “You taste so fucking good and I know you’d let me eat you, wouldn’t you? You liked my mouth as much as I liked tasting you.”

You nodded, leaning forward into Pope’s fingers slightly, that delightful tingling building up and making your walls flutter slightly.

Frankie stood up enough that his lower half was still hidden by the table, but he could still lean over to whisper in your ear as he gripped your hand tightly, “I’d love to fuck you with my mouth until you’re begging me to stop.”

That was what made you fall apart; you clenched down hard onto Pope’s fingers and fisted Frankie’s jacket with your free hand, leaning forward to muffle your pleasured cry against his shoulder.

You nearly pulled him onto the table and he could’ve come right there himself, hard as fuck from watching you come, from you holding onto him as you bucked onto Pope’s hand.

“That’s right, baby.” He kissed your head, wheels turning in his mind as he realized how much he liked talking like that and how much you liked it. Fuck, he loved how much you liked it.

“Okay, uh, starting to look suspicious.” Pope tapping on Frankie’s chest to make him move back was a little jealousy, but mostly just that it was an interesting sight for people to see the two of you pressed together on the table like that.

Frankie made sure you didn’t need to hold onto him before he plopped back in his seat, groaning as he felt just how much his cock was pushing against his pants. He didn’t dare try to touch and adjust himself again, but he did squirm a bit and you noticed this through a dreamy, orgasmic gaze.

You were still wading through pleasure as your cunt clenched periodically, and it was easy for you to be distracted by the way Pope licked his fingers clean, your thighs pressing together as you watched him.

“I don’t think the cherry cheesecake will be that good.” He wiped his fingers off on a napkin and smiled at the grateful, horny expression of yours.

“You know, I was picking what dessert I might want when I was reading the menu and I decided on this strawberries and cream cake…” You looked over at Frankie now that you weren’t focused on a damn good orgasm. “But I think I want cock for dessert, and I want some cock now.”

Frankie just kind of smiled because he was confused, and then you were out of your seat and grabbing onto his hand to pull him out of the booth, and you were leading him through the restaurant.

He stumbled behind you, looking back at Pope with wide eyes to see if he knew what happened, but the other man just shrugged.

When he looked to you again, he saw the sign for the women’s bathroom right before you pushed the door open and pulled him inside.

You left him to stand by the door and he just kind of looked around nervously as you checked the stalls to make sure they were empty.

“I don’t think that I’m allowed to be in here.”

“Well, the men’s bathroom is disgusting, I’m not blowing you in there.”

You stared at him like you were hungry, gliding over to him and kissing him deeply, quickly fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

He gaped at you. “You’re serious?”

All you did was look into his eyes as you undid his jeans, yanking them and his boxers down and dropping to your knees.

The moment your lips wrapped around his tip, he fell back against the sink with a soft groan, reaching back to hold onto it.

“Fu—fuck. This feels better than the first time. How does this feel even better than the first time?” His head fell back, eyes closed tightly and mouth dropping open as you took him into your mouth until you gagged then pulled away.

“You know how much I love you now...and you love the idea of semi-public sex as much as I do.” You stroked his cock easily now that it was wet, lapping up his pre-cum with the tip of your tongue.

“I love you. I’m in love with you,” he told you sincerely, looking down at you like you were made up of stars and the moon.

You stared at him with a furrowed brow and soft gaze; he said he loved you, but he hadn’t said that, and for your love to be requited in such a way made tears enter your eyes.

Instead of crying, you took him into your mouth and sucked on him so hard he let out a high whine and nearly crashed into the mirror behind the sink. You loved him. Fuck, you loved him so much it was like your heart wanted to leap out of your chest and leave with him.

You bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, letting your tongue slide against him as your fingers tickled up his thigh slowly.

He groaned when you cupped his balls, hips thrusting very slightly as you squeezed and massaged them. No one had ever cared for dirty talk with him and no one ever paid attention to him like this, and he didn’t understand how you could love him when anyone would fall in love with you.

Like Pope.

Whatever he was thinking was forgotten with a whine as you pulled off of him, and he looked down to watch you press little kisses to his tip.

“Do you trust me?” You looked at him.

“More than anyone.” He reached down, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Can I use my teeth on you?” That made him pull back slightly, but the look in your eyes was so gentle that he knew you wouldn’t hurt him.

“Okay, baby.” He watched you carefully as you slowly took him back into your mouth.

Your teeth very lightly grazed over one of his veins and it was terrifying because you could hurt him, but such a fucking turn on because you didn’t. You just wanted to make him feel good.

He inhaled sharply when he felt your teeth that dangerously on him, letting out some unintelligible word as his cock twitched in your mouth, wondering if he would scare you if he came right there from such a simple move.

You pulled off him to run your tongue over the spot where your teeth grazed him, looking up at him with a small smile as he groaned and gripped the sink tightly.

His eyes fluttered shut as you took him in your mouth again, knowing he was going to come because of how damn good you were and...honestly, because it was you doing something like this to him.

“Baby, I’m...I’m gonna cum...fuck, I’m sorry…” He felt guilty that he couldn’t last that long when you were doing this, looking down at you with genuine apology in his eyes.

All you did was hum around him, reaching up to squeeze his thigh reassuringly.

It took a few more seconds of you sucking on him before he was bucking his hips and groaning loudly, spilling into your mouth.

You let him feel you swallowing his cum as you watched his furrowed brow, the way he slowly and lazily came down from his high, pulling away and pressing kisses to his softening cock.

He immediately grabbed onto your arms and yanked you up to your feet, pressing his lips firmly to yours.

“Frankie,” you giggled, holding onto his shirt.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” He kissed all over your face.

“I should be thanking you for dessert.” You left a quick peck on the tip of his nose before dipping down to grab onto his underwear and jeans, pulling them up to his hips.

“You don’t have to, you’ve done enough.” He tried to still your hands, but paused at the smile on your lips.

“I want to, Frankie.”

“You’re...perfect.”

You gently zipped and button his jeans, sliding his belt through the buckle and pinning it in. The act was so intimate that you just gazed at him for a moment.

Then he grabbed your hand and led you out of the bathroom, weaving around tables towards the booth where Pope was waiting and the waitress was serving your food.

“There you two are!” She waited for Frankie to sit down before she put his food on the table; yours was already waiting for you as you sat next to Pope.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Frankie nodded, a little awkwardly, like she would know his dick was just sucked in the women’s bathroom by you.

“You are too cute. Let me know if you all need anything.” She quickly scribbled something on her pad and ripped the paper off, sliding it to Frankie as she walked away.

“Let me see that.” Pope leaned over the table and snatched the paper away from Frankie, looking it over. “I’m off in an hour, sugar. And her phone number!”

Frankie immediately saw the way you shifted, watched you nibble on a fry with your eyes downcast because even though he’d admitted he was in love with you, you still worried that he didn’t mean it. That both him and Pope were enjoying fucking you and that was it.

“She’s not my type.” He said pointedly, smiling at you when you glanced up at him.

The sweet moment was broken when Pope reached over to steal some of your fries and you gently smacked his arm. “Hey!”

“Look, I didn’t cum. I want some fries.” He shoved them into his mouth despite the plate half full of fries in front of him.

“Maybe you can cum later when we go back to my apartment.” You smirked at the way his eyes darkened slightly at the idea.

Frankie crumpled up the paper with the number on it and tossed onto the side of the table, grabbing some seasonings for his food.

You couldn’t believe how much you just loved watching them do normal things like this, whether it was eating, or watching television, or laying next to you, or...Frankie quickly grabbing a fry from your plate.

“Okay, you did cum.”

#santiago pope garcia x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier x reader

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vanillann · 4 years

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got me tripping (spencer reid x f.reader)

thank you for the request bby!!

word count: 783

im so sorry i disappear for a minute there but im back!!

“How does a literal genius not see it?”

I picked at the salad that I held in my hand, Pen sat in her spinning chair looking around the room.

“You know he isn’t great with social cues.”

I rolled my eyes and looked up at the ceiling, annoyed with Pen for not even helping.

“I’ve been so oblivious about how in love I am with him since forever and he can't see it, even Gideon has asked me about it.”

“Oh no, Gideon?”

“Gideon!”

Pen patted my shoulder, her sandwich long forgotten on the table.

“What did he say pumpkin?”

I looked down at my shoes and played with one of the many balls Pen had laying around.

“He told me to “be honest and stop playing games” and stuff like that,” I flipped my hand in the air, trying to forget everything that happened.

“Oh my sweet sweet baby.”

“It was horrible Pen, and Morgan heard the entire thing,” I slumped farther in my chair.

“Did you talk to Elle about it yet?”

I looked up quickly, watching Pen with a wide eye. How do I forget to tell my work wife that I embarrassed myself in front of Jason Gideon!

“Oh my god, she does know you’re in love with Reid right?”

I rolled my eyes as I stood up from the chair, grabbing my jacket from the back of it.

“Of course she knows I’m in love with Reid.”

I watched Pen awestruck face as I backed out the door, not paying any attention until I felt the floor slip from under me. I was prepared for my back to tumble to the floor but I felt two hands wrap around me quickly.

In this midst of chaos I assumed Morgan as he always wandered back to her to talk with Pen and he would 100% catch me if I fell, anyone but Gideon most likely would.

“Y-you fell in love with me?”

I opened my eyes, looking up to a confused Reid, his glasses about to fall down his face as he looked down at me. My touch suddenly stopped working, every bone in my body felt broken.

“I didn’t fall for you, you-you tripped me!”

The words rushed from my lips, panic filled me as I untangled my body from his hands and made a run from Elle, who I will be asking to put a bullet between my eyes.

I heard footsteps follow behind me but didn’t stop as I found Elle, grabbing her arm and dragging her to the woman’s bathroom. Spencer couldn’t get in here.

“What- did you do something illegal?”

I looked to Elle with deadpanned eyes, ignoring the comments and jumping up into the sink.

“Spencer just found out about my infatuation,” I spoke gravely, like I would talking with someone who lost their children.

“You should have told me ahead of time! I would have loved to have seen it,” Elle moved to sit beside me on the sink, her red glossy lips smiling at me as my legs dangled.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“How do you not mean to tell someone you love them?”

“He overheard Pen and I,” I looked at her, her bottom lip poked out as she looked at me.

“He might love ya back you know?”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Then he doesn’t and you move on,” he spoke with her never ending optimism which only came when it seemed to be less needed.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom swung open, a confused JJ being pushed into the room before the door quickly shut behind her.

“JJ?”

“Spence asked me to come and ask you to speak with him,” she spoke like she barely knew what to say, which was understandable.

“I can’t at the moment,” I said with confidence, JJ and I were close enough for her to understand.

“He said you’d say that and to tell you that he was glad you tripped,” JJ shrugged when Elle looked between the two of us.

I felt my cheeks light red, my heart banging against my chest as I jumped from the sink and slipped around JJ to open the door enough for my face to see me.

Spencer leaned against the male bathroom, his hands in his pocket as he waited.

“You mean that?”

He jumped, hand going to the back of his neck out of habit as he looked at me.

“Y-yeah I meant it.”

“I’m glad I tripped too, just don’t do it again,” I gave a fake stern finger that brought a small smile to his face as his shoe ran against the floor.

“No promises, but I’ll catch you don’t worry.”

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House Tour

(Established relationship, married au, avengers as family, soft/fluff, Tony is a mother hen, words 2304)

This isn't something new for Tony, he always liked showing off to the world that he was more than just exploding things. So when Architectural Digest asked Pepper to do an episode on the Avengers Tower to say Tony was excited was an understatement. This was his baby that he made from the ground up, every floor in the tower was made especially for his weird little family that he is very happy to spoil now and then.

“Steve, did you clean your side of the closet?” Tony yelled from the main kitchen when we heard the footsteps approach him.

“Umm…yes… maybe…..kinda. I just got a call from Maria she needs me on this mission right now. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning.” Steve replied with his arms folded to his chest, trying to look guilty for not being able to help but Tony could see that the bustard was more than happy to leave all of this on Tony’s shoulders.

“Oh is that so, okay but do make sure you don’t tire yourself too much since you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a week.” Tony couldn’t help but smirk at the small gasp that left Steve’s mouth, well two can play that game.

Tony felt a kiss on his neck that he happily gave more access to, “How about we make it three days?” Steve said while sucking on Tony’s earlobe and making him moan and ache for more.

“I’ll make it for two weeks if you try to bargain with me on this,” Tony said while turning in his husband’s hands to get a proper kiss.

“Well gotta make the most of it, for now, I guess,” Steve replied and started kissing his husband deeply.

“OH COME ON NOT IN FRONT OF YOUR KIDS!!” Clint yelled as soon as he saw his leaders making out in the kitchen.

“Yes daddy hard, uh, daddy..” moans started to leave Tony’s lips that only sent more shivers down Steve’s back.

“I WISH SOMEONE KILLS ME. THOR PLEASE SMASH ME BUDDY, THOR!!” Clint cried.

“I do have to leave, my love,” Steve said in between the sweet little kisses that he left on Tony’s mouth.

“You have to be back before AD comes tomorrow Steve or else I swear on your ass I will kill you.”

“I’ll try my best your majesty,” Steve replied with a smirk and a bow. That flattery asshole will make Tony’s weak heart explode.

Tony went to their master bedroom to clean it up before AD comes tomorrow because his husband would rather take Fury over-cleaning. Which should be concerning.

After a long day of cleaning Tony makes his way to the main kitchen again to feed his “so-called” kids who would live on fast food and take-outs if it wasn’t for Tony and Natasha making them home cook food. Tony loved cooking, it was the only thing we had left of his mother, Jarvis, and Ana. He still has all their recipe books even tho he has perfected and learned each recipe by heart. You know what they say if you want to win someone’s heart the stomach is the way, and when your husband is a super soldier, stomach is most definitely the way. So he started off cooking to impress Steve on their dates which soon held to a habit of always worrying if his super soldier is eating enough. Hence left to him making food for his family. So this was an enjoyable time. He was in charge of it. He gets to make everyone do the dishes or put the table on because hey if he is cooking he isn’t cleaning as well.

“What is our dear mother bear making today?” Bruce asked as soon as he saw Tony cutting meat.

“Brucie bear if you call me the mother of this relationship just because I cook, I am telling Nat.” Tony replied while hitting Bruce’s hand with the back of the knife to keep him from putting his finger in the pot, “And no putting your dirty hands in mama’s pot”.

“Oh no! We call you mama because you my friend have a serious mother hen problems that we all love and adore of course.” Bruce smartly covered his tracks.

“Well to answer your previous question I am making seekh kabab karahi, it’s a Pakistani dish. Thor wanted something spicy and you know Clint he is a spice whore.” Tony stating like this was the most obvious fact in the world.

“So no special treat for me and Nat. And we all know you are making this for Steve, he is the real “spice whore” in this family” Bruce replied as he started mixing the pot so the gravy doesn’t stick and burn. Bruce likes helping Tony not only in the lab but in the kitchen too. Guess they aren’t only science bros.

“Steve was called on a mission this morning. Don’t know where or don’t know who. He just told me he’ll be back in the morning.” Tony said as he took over the pot and pointed at Bruce to start cutting the salad.

“Don’t worry he’ll be fine shellhead.” Nat (who no one knows when came in the kitchen) patted Tony’s back and gave him a half hug.

Tony knew it was ridiculous and that Steve could take care of anything. But ever since Tony put Iron Man on retirement he can’t help but not worry since now he never knows anything about anything. But his family is always there for him to help him not worry himself too sick. He was grateful for them.

“Miss. Nat, I believe it’s your turn to set the table” Tony replied rather too quickly to avoid the thickness he feels is coming around his throat.

“Relax mama I am here in peace.” Nat clapped her hands and danced towards the table. It was still a little crazy to see them all so comfortable with each other.

“I SMELL YOUR FOOD FROM MY ROOM TONY AND CAME RUNNING DOWN TO EAT WHAT MAMA BEAR HAVE FOR US TODAY” Thor yelled as soon as he entered the dining table that was now set with dishes and food. Everything looked perfect.

“Jarvis where is Clint?”

“Sir, Mr. Barton wants me to tell you that he is not leaving his room unless you apologize to for and I quote “ruining my virgin eyes, I saw my mom and dad making out in the kitchen and MOM WAS MOANING”.”

“Tell Barton to show his ass in 5 minutes or he isn’t getting any food tonight or an upgrade on his gadgets,” Tony said while going to sit on his usual seat which was right next to an empty seat of his husband. Just one day that is all.

“Sir, Mr. Barton is on his way. And Thor he is begging for you to not eat everything before he gets down here”

Tony could hear a smirk behind that faceless voice. When did Jarvis become this great, Tony may never know?

The next day came and the production crew was already in the penthouse setting up their cameras and lights. The rest of the Avengers were in the common floor as this was only for the penthouse, meaning Tony and a Captain was required only for the shoot. But the said “Captain” still wasn’t back was the mission that he promised he will be back first thing in the morning and it was noon and Steve was nowhere to be found.

Tony was getting way to furious at his husband for leaving him at the end moment to do this alone when he promised that this will be something they do together like all the things they do. As Tony was about to plan all the ways he will murder his husband, his phone buzzed indicating that Tony received a text. Of course, it was Steve telling how terribly sorry he was and how will be in the tower in the next 10 mins. Tony didn’t bother replying, he’ll say everything on his mind after the shoot is over thank you very much. He just wants Steve to get here, wash and look presentable for the camera for however long they needed to, and after that Tony can murder his husband in peace and quiet of their house. Tony will happily admit that made him smile.

“Okay, Mr.Stark we are ready. When shall we start?” Jenny, the producer asked politely.

“We’ll start in an hour. My husband is on his way back and we’ll need a few mins to set everything up.” Tony replied excitedly. This is what he wants, to show off their house and his husband.

Steve entered the tower in the next 8 mins and left the elevator in the next 9 mins. Not that Tony was counting he just wanted to make sure he didn’t have to kill his husband twice tonight, see he cares.

It took about 25 mins to get Steve to take a shower and wear the clothes Tony picked out for him. While Steve was getting ready Tony took the black roses that Steve so graciously brought, put them in a vase on his side table. It is a thing they did since they started dating, Steve would bring Tony flowers every time he could go for a run and Tony will place them all over the tower to show off how wrapped up Tony has got Steve, it’s a different level of bursting his ego.

“Okay Jenny, we are ready,” Tony called out for the producer as soon as he saw Steve in the kitchen all dressed up and looking so handsome that it should be illegal.

“Don’t you look beautiful my love?” Steve whispered in Tony’s ear with a small kiss on the skin behind his ear.

Tony just gave an umm in response to show Steve that flattery isn’t going to give him a pass this time. But he couldn’t help the smile that was crawling up his lips that he knew gave away more than he wanted to.

“Now this is where the magic happens,” Tony says to the camera as he opens the double french doors to their master bedroom. Steve's soft laugh can be heard behind him.

“This isn’t the only place where the magic happens.” Steve helpful adds to Tony’s surprise. WHY IS HE SURPRISED. STEVE IS AN ASSHOLE AT TIMES AND HE LOVES THIS ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME.

“Steven Stark-Rogers please keep this kid-friendly.” Tony tried to go with hurt and betrayal in his voice but the laugh gave him away.

Tony started explaining all the different things he got from different designers, The rug, the side tables. the color, the sofa’s, the coffee table and the books.

“Uhh and my true love my vanity. I didn’t want a small dressing table with a small mirror. So Pepper and I went into talks with again the main designers of the whole penthouse Nate and Jeremiah, they gave the idea for a walk-in, not a closet, we’ll talk about that later but I walk in vanity that can fit six superheroes all at once. if you slide the wall on which this gorgeous gold mirror is hanging. Now, this is exclusive. I welcome you all to Tony Stark-Rogers vanity. I have it all arranged with things I use in the morning, at night, special occasions, galas, my jewelry,my hand, my face, wet products, dry ones, masks every mask has its own place, makeup that I use daily, the interview ones, the date nights one. Everything here has it’s place and is stacked ever so nicely that sometimes I just want to cry at the engineering of this.”

Tony went on and on about his vanity and he could feel Steve watching him with a fond smile and that face he makes filled with love and affection wherever he hears Tony talk with so much joy,

“There are a few things that are strong enough to pamper a super-soldier too, whenever he lets me pamper him that is,” Tony says as he walks out of his vanity and gives a kiss on Steve’s cheek.

“Now let me take you to another heaven on this very floor,” Tony says all dramatically making Steve double with laughter he really loves this man to death.

“Feast your eyes on the collection I like to call TONY STARK-ROGERS ft Steve Stark-Rogers,” Tony says as he opens yet another double french door. What can he say Tony like drama and dramatic entrance is the.

The closet was huge filled with clothes, sunglasses, bags, shoes, had a whole coffee table with armchairs, refrigerator, and mirrors.

“This part belongs to Steve” Tony pointed the not too small but very small compared to the rest of the room part, “AND ALL OF THIS BELONGS TO ME,” Tony said we a big grin on his face.

After the long tour of the closet, the went back into the room to close o the interview.

“Steve do you have anything to add on our house tour, anything about how amazing job I did with our room and house,” Tony asked Steve as he made home and fixed himself beside Steve under his arms. Tony being only 5′8 and Steve 6′2 he barely reached his husband's shoulder which was okay because they fit like a puzzle and Tony could wear sexy heels and torture his husband,

“Hey, it’s your room I just get to sleep in there if I behave enough. And you did a wonderful job as always with everything you do my love,” Steve said and he leans down to kiss his husband sweetly.

The day the interview was posted. Everyone went crazy at how cute the power couple are actually, about how amazing Tony’s interior designing is and of course #MomTony was treading everywhere.

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Hobbit Soulmate Pt 40

“Time to celebrate with food,” your dad said easing the book in front of him shut glad he at least had the figures for a rough estimate on how much wood in each type you’d be wanting. “I’ll take these back down and get the meat ready for the burgers.”

“Oh I’ll have to get some stuff,”

“No hurry,” he said lifting them all as you eased back on your heeled wedges and collected your bag on the way out joining him on the trip down the stairs to share what you’d told him you’d like for flooring, the islands and shelves to settle those plans for the installation right away.

Once in the cool air again you turned for the market and at the ring from your phone you pulled it from your pocket seeing Liv’s name on the screen.

“Hey, thought you were still on your honeymoon.”

“Barbados was lovely. I’m so sorry you had to work.”

“That’s ok I’m glad you loved your destination wedding.”

“Well we just got back in yesterday morning, how have you been? You’re still in Canada right?”

“Well I’m in New York this week dad got nominated for an MTV award so I’m going with him.”

“Oh that’s amazing! We’re going too! We can have a get together after, at least a dinner.”

“Ya, sounds great hear a good chunk of the guys and Peter will be there too for their noms.”

“So what have you been up to in the city? Wandering again?”

“Dad actually set up a tour of a brownstone for me, put down some money on it and got the keys.”

“That’s so incredible, I want to know everything!”

“Well it’s five stories with the basement level, eight bedrooms seven bath,”

“That is huge compared to mine, did you get a good deal? Mine was nearly a tear down had to gut the whole thing.”

“Well the old tenant trashed the place and the landlord had been doing some repairs replacing a bunch after my dad sort of reserved it for me by putting some of his money down. Took out some walls to make more living room, space for the kitchen and an actual dining room. And it needs new floors and cabinets but the plumbing and wiring and heat, ac and fireplaces have been fixed, water heater and I think he said they redid the roof too when they had to fix a beam up there. So it’s rough but it’s so pretty in my head. And it has the cutest guest bath on the main floor under the stairs and all these arches and beams through the house.”

“Aww, I love my guest bath too and the beams always add great character to help if you go the classic look. You have to show us all after the show. Give us the full tour.”

“Ok, should be fun Dad’s talking to the Landlord now to set the floor appointments. Is it weird that I want carpet, everywhere I go they always talk nonstop about their wood floors but I really want some carpet.”

“Not at all I love the carpet in my bedroom and on the second floor. Oh this is so much fun, we can swap stories when you get done with this show and I can help take you shopping if you like to decorate. So much fun.”

“Yes, might take a while though, Rich is glad I’m interested in making my own home here that we can share but I don’t want to make it too much mine, you know?”

“He’ll love anything you do with it as long as he’s got his space he can explode in as he likes.”

“Well there’s this kind of cute open study on the top floor by our bedroom I was gonna give him to have all his for his pacing or rehearsing or whatnot. And I can take the little strip of a room on the main floor behind the stairs for a sort of library reading nook.”

“I love it already and I haven’t even seen it. You got a good price on it?”

“1.5 mil, everything else on the block is three plus. It was more till it got trashed.”

“No judgment there I thought mine was a horror show. Especially the basement, right out of a horror flick. But the bones were so beautiful. I know it’s terrifying having your first grown up home I was your age roughly when I got mine, and trust me it is worth it.”

“Well it will be fun to show off and I can stash your wedding present there for when we get there.”

“Oh you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Yes I did, couldn’t just leave the poor thing on the shelf when I saw it.”

“I can’t wait.” She heard the mingling of voices while you approached the door to the store and asked, “Are you in the subway?”

“No, heading to pick up some things for dinner. Dad said he wants burgers. Have the meat just need some sides.”

Her doorbell rang and you could hear her move to climb onto her couch to peer out the front window at the door to say as her hubby got the food from the delivery boy, “Perfect timing here’s our dinner too. I’ll let you hunt for food and see you tomorrow, Love you hun.”

“Love you too,” you said, with her hang up signaling you to close the phone to pocket it again.

A circle of a display of canned sauces drew your focus to the hatted man with camera hanging against his belly that moved from tailing you at the sight of towards Nicholas Cage on his way to scout for something down the grocery aisles. Looking away you continued on to pick out some barbecue sauce knowing you were out along with ketchup and some pickles you added to the basket you’d tucked in the crook of your arm. Buns were added as well and you were off to the noodles. A pasta salad would be simple to go with some potatoes and veggies you were off to get next over macaroni you didn’t want to make from scratch right now as the boxes were all gone. French fries were still locked in your freezer with the frozen meat patties so you were good there.

Aloofly again your eyes scanned over the display of corn looking less than top of the line to pick from and with bag in hand you lifted your first choice turning it over only to hear, “What are you doing here?”

The tone of harsh superiority scolding of an assumed inferior let you know just which idiot the familiar voice belonged to, Adrien Brody stood on your left in a focused stare down at you and adding the corn to the bag. You said, “I feel like this is a trick question.”

“You really have to come here to shop in Lower Manhattan?”

“Ya.” You said turning your head to the corn selecting another to twist on the bag you added to your basket to move onto the potatoes baffling the actor even more.

“Honestly there’s nowhere else you can shop? This is where I shop.”

While you grabbed a bag of potatoes you replied, “I should warn you there’s a strong policy against people urinating in public places this place enforces should you be trying to mark it like a tree.” Towards a teen worker being shouted at you walked with eyes narrowing at the man who felt he had the right to shout over nothing.

Adrien scoffed following after you at a distance. Then watched as the man turn clearly recognizing you, “When are you going to get some decent help here?! I’ve been trying to tell this little illegal here that I’m looking for the chocolate chili powdered mixed nuts in the blue Planters tin with cashews and walnuts, and clearly this concept is just beyond his grasp!”

Splotchy in what food based Filipino you knew around the brand name you translated for the teen what the guy wanted and the teen scoffed saying in English, “Why didn’t he just say that?” Turning to head to the wall where the display had been moved, not twenty feet from the now red faced man. “Shout about illegal, I’m from Boise.” He grabbed the top tray with a flat expression returned allowing the man to promptly grab his four tins and turn to the registers to flee while you shared an elbow bump with your former coworker that turned to put the tray back.

Continuing on you went to grab some cheese and sour cream with Adrien again at your side, “Do you now him?”

“I trained him,” You said glancing up at him, “Worked here for years, if anything you’ll have a hard time having me barred from your tree, Cupcake.”

“Not a cupcake.” He looked to his basket, “Maybe then you’d know where they’d be hiding the lemon juice.”

“Juice aisle,”

“Looked there,”

“Top shelf by the sparkling cider and the glass apple juice jars. Try tilting your head back, I know, foreign concept for you possibly from your altitude.”

In a disbelieving tone he said, “Fine, I’ll humor you, but if it isn’t there I win.”

“What do I get if I win?” You teased and he huffed turning to check your guess for the location. While the cheese was found and passing the aisle you caught his glare at the juice right where you said it’d be and smirked on your way up to the registers.

Glancing down the register aisles for who was working you picked the one you knew would have the least trouble with your produce and waited. Four people were in front of you while in Adrien’s approach to the line on your right with two people he smirked your way assuming he’d picked the faster path home until his face dropped at a voice asking from behind you, “Miss Pear?”

A smile eased across your lips in a turn that once you saw who was behind you, Nicholas Cage stood with smile spreading recognizing your eyes right away, “I thought it was you by the cheese. My old lady must have seen your movie nine times in theaters while I was off filming, pinned me down when I got back to watch it on tape, it is fantastic.”

“Thank you,” You said with grin creeping wider awkwardly.

“Almost didn’t realize you with your hair different, and she didn’t believe me when I said you used to work here. You have any other roles for the hair change?”

“Ya, filming in Canada, finishing it up next couple months after this week off. Tv show set a couple years out, have a mini series on BBC set to be out next year, then I’m going blonde for King Kong.”

“Really, I hadn’t heard that. I bet it’s going to be fantastic. After the Beast I can’t imagine you couldn’t wow in anything. I’ll keep my eyes open for your name, now if you’ll excuse me I have to hunt down someone to grab me a balloon.”

“Ooh, um, the red headed guy in the soup loves the balloons, least pops out of the guys here.”

“Soup aisle, thank you. See you round.” He said hurrying off to go hunt down the balloon guy to add those to his bouquet of flowers he had clearly planning something big.

Smiling to yourself you turned to see Adrien with his brow raised at you, “Oh you know that was cool. Your just pretending to hate me. I’d be happy for you if you were in my spot.”

He shook his head and stepped forward with his cart to what he assumed to be his sign he’d leave first only to watch the people in front of you get rung up quickly once the receipt roll was swapped out. A glance past him showed the woman on the next register clearly scouring her purse for more funds she didn’t have and sigh realizing she’d have to choose what to pull off the receipt to fit her cash in hand. Soundly her sleeping baby in the carrier inside the cart showed why the young woman was struggling. And once you accepted your large paper bag your cashier watched you fold the bills you palmed to make them wrinkled and passing him Adrien watched with lips parted still being rung up at your faked dip between her cart and the register to lift extending the bills. “You dropped this, Miss.”

A wave of relief washed over her face in her smiling turn to the cashier, who smirked to herself having recognized you and this trick you’d played more than once before even when it was the last of the funds you had to the name back when you worked together. “Thank you, so much. Must have slipped right out, darn broken zipper.” Out you went not lingering in the moment as the actor had assumed any person might, to make a show of themselves saving the day to gift funds to someone in need. Simply alone now save for his circling thoughts he waited to be rung up so he could head out to his flashy car and drive back to his penthouse apartment in an area with far more expensive shops that drive him here for a bargain.

You had beaten your Dad back and getting the fries started you began to cut the rinsed and peeled corn from the cob to heat up along with the noodles you put on to boil next. In a spicy chili of sorts your own take on pasta salad came to life and widely grinning while you set that aside to cool your dad came in breaking out the patties he thawed in a move to the fridge earlier to use your ridged skillet to cook them up.

Breaking the content silence you voiced a thought you didn’t know when to say, “I’m going to need a list of all the light bulbs and filters. And candles for when power goes out, with matches.”

Lowly he chuckled, “I will have that readied for you by the time you get back. Along with a list of some small things you might also need to get started out.”

Moving each cooked patty to a plate off to the side sharing how the job was settled for the following week to tear up the wood floors and by the time that was done the tiles and carpet would be delivered to be installed the following day. Until then the team in charge of the shelves would be out the day after you’d flown back with the wood you wanted he would ensure was right up to par with the designs you had drafted up.

This was his baby girl’s home and he couldn’t be prouder at how you’d earned the funds for it and had taken charge after a timid blink of a moment to get what you wanted set to come to life. He couldn’t wait for Richard to get back out here to help you furnish and paint this monster of a home and get to settling knowing just how he’d love to have a beginning here too. You shared similar tastes and even without his input he knew as long as you were here Richard would feel at home.

The apartment had been good to get used to one another better. But if he was to have grand babies there would need to be some space to allow them to be made and to grow. And if you were to be climbing five flights of stairs he wanted it to be inside your own home with ample places to curl up in between if you were too tired to get up to the top floor. Most of all he wanted this to be perfect to help bolster your courage that you could succeed, you were new and knowing how famous actors knew your name and liked your jobs you’d chosen he wanted that to be common and not an out of place thing. Beast of Bards had done that, you had splashed onto scene and now the world just had to catch up to how indescribable you are.

After the meal was eaten and cleared it was time to bed so you’d be rested for the awards the following afternoon.

‘Hello Neighbor’ was the tagline for the story playing on the news blasting the news of your tour of the brownstone beside Keanu’s apartment with a picture of your meeting. Emphasized estimates of the block average price were given you might be dropping after the huge success Bard had grown to with an added note that the film had flown off the shelves with several stores on a backlist to get more copies in at the demand.

The anchor stated plainly that you must have made a killing with your previous films and were set to make even more with Kong when it did come out with a brief mention of a ‘project’ you were working on out in Canada currently. Concluding that you were a star to be reckoned with and weren’t going anywhere close to having Beast be a one time fluke for your success on film.

Over your breakfast plate your fork hovered as you said, “All that coming from the show that passed me over to interview a monkey handler.” The statement earned a chortle from your dad already having been smiling at their raving review on you.

“What else is on your mind? I can tell you’re deflecting.”

In a glance over at him you asked, “What do you think about a pirate ship chandelier for a nursery?” That had his grin easing out, “Mom made Peter Pan sketches you hung for mine, we haven’t talked babies seriously, but we have room, and I think the room by the back left corner on the third floor would be a good one.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Do you want me to talk to Rich about babies?”

“It’s not something that we plan on soon or right away, so maybe get the chandelier and just, sort of leave it open for when we need it. We don’t need to go buying a crib he just proposed I don’t want to-,”

“You are not going to scare him away. There is nowhere far enough he could hide from me if he tried. He wants a family told me so, it’s not an easy talk, your mom and I never had a talk, just sort of woke to her passing out on her way to get some grapefruit. You were a remarkable surprise and it was instant nursery planning and no complaints when I came back with armfuls of soft plushy Peter Pan decorations, nice and neutral. I think maybe you could do a mural or two across the wall and he might take the hint, sort of a future possibility room, some cubbies and built ins the mural and chandelier, maybe a rocking chair or loveseat.”

“Thank you.”

“You are so very welcome, babies always come to mind when houses come up.”

“I do want them to know the ranch too.”

“They will, and England, give them a nice round view of the world. Have about five years to think on which country they’ll go to school in, that’ll be a big one. But take your time, maybe it’ll be a job deciding it all.”

“Should we get barn door gates for the stairs like at the ranch?”

“We can, be prepared, even if to just keep guests out. I’ll be glad to handle that for you.”

“I would say glass ones but I can only think of things going badly with that.”

“Oh yes, not safe, and metal ones would only encourage hands to go through only welcoming injuries or attempted break outs.” He said with locked smile glad to have a plan started for the future grandbabies and their intended floor.

“I also have to figure out where the furniture from Canada is going, mine is kinda clear not much to move.” Glancing between him and your plate you asked, “How long do you think it’d take to fix it up?”

His smile came out again, “It is mostly cosmetic once we get the floors handled, island installed, counters replaced and shelving and cabinets in again. We could move in as soon as we pick the appliances if you like. L said you could still keep the apartment as long as you wanted till you felt ready same as Lee, who I know would be glad to have a home out here especially after his surgery scare.”

“I can always ask, his Agent’s trying to get him to the West Coast though for roles.”

“Boy can fly,” making you smirk, “Lord knows you do enough. Least this way he’ll have a room to come back to when he isn’t drug off home to Oklahoma. He’s not vanishing either under my watch he’ll come back if he does try to head off.”

You nodded and said, “Well either way won’t be long till I guess I’ll be back and trying to figure out how to share the place with him. I don’t know how it seems like sometimes I’m so ahead of the game.”

He smiled reaching over to pat your free hand resting on the table, “You take after me, Pumpkin. He grew up traveling while you grew up working the land and grinding hard to the ground for what you want. You have confidence in your ethic he’ll master over time. I felt the same over my younger brothers when they reached 18 and weren’t ready to jump to dad mode like I had, people vary but the influence of those around us help to build us up. We’ll get him there, he’s still young and learning. Plus you can’t forget with grandparents like yours you had a huge head start on working with producers, instructors and near to unreachable expectations. I am so proud of you for that, and I am glad I could have managed to grant you a childhood too before your battle of wills kicked in.”

“I wish you could have had one.”

Deepening his grin, “I did with you. Working with you is, profound. Honestly, I was a bit confused why you wanted to perform, I never doubted you or thought yourself out of bounds talent wise, but just the drive, but working with you I saw it. We taught you to read and opened doors to so many worlds and now you share stories with people bringing them to life, it’s infectious. There’s a bit of a time machine effect where you get to go back in time almost. And somehow I managed to get an award for being big and menacing, never thought I’d get that.”

“You have to tell me though, how jealous are the uncles?” That had him laugh out loud.

“Impossibly. The kids love the award shows and will brag forever that we’re gonna be there for them and their friends to watch.”

“Well shouldn’t be long now for them, takes a bit to get there.”

“Nope, and I can break out my suit to match your fancy dress.”

Again in your bathroom with the mirror you eyed the pale blue silk gown with golden panels on your hips feeding from decorative seams to accent your figure on the chunky strapped design smoothing your hands down the sides smoothing a wrinkle out of it. Without the fur wrap the last touch was your shoes, the tall black shoes Jen had helped you to buy with several straps from ankle to the start of your toes, one at a time in your lean against the counter they were put on adding a good help of inches lessening the pool of silk around your feet. Out you went to find your dad waiting with tie fixed into place smiling in his look over the skirt of your dress gauging how likely you might be to trip as he always did. At the call from your arrived driver downstairs a black clutch was grabbed and down you went.

All through the drive you held onto his arm resting over your legs in his try to calm him down by chatting. The carpet however managed that a tad better as your friends from Hugh Jackman to both Jens, Ben Affleck, Colin Farrell, but most especially your friends from the trilogy who all took their turns hugging the both of you and adding you both to more group shots like those you took with your other friends on the way inside. Briefly to his shock Adrien spotted you and your massive shadow casting father through the entrance pictures. Once you went in you found yourselves far from him, tucked on the end of the aisle in the square of seats for the trilogy stars. All chatting until the auditorium was full and the show began.

Breakthrough Female came first with Hugh Jackman and Famke Janssen coming out to present it. For Daredevil Jennifer Garner won and you clapped along with the crowd.

Queen Latifah and Adrien Brody came out next and to the sight of the same guy who had been bothering you, softly you sighed through the raucous greeting that died down as the names for Best Kiss nominations were given. Spider-Man’s Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst at their naming came up to collect their golden popcorn bucket statue while your friends in Daredevil Ben and Jen G’s relaxed at not having to go up to stay with their partners they’d rather cuddle up to and steal quick pecks on cheeks from. Avoiding having to fumble who makes the speech or what to say about their on stage kiss on the spot.

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence were next out for presenting Best Comedic Performance, that Mike Myers accepted for Austin Powers in Goldmember.

Harrison Ford and Josh Hartnett called Kirsten Dunst up again for another win for Spider-Man for the Breakthrough Female Award.

Samuel L. Jackson and Colin Farrell were up next to name the winner of Best Fight. And with the crowd you cheered for your not present friend, Christopher Lee who won with Yoda from his role in Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones. A representative came out from the Star Wars film who gave a quick thanks and went back to his seat for a quick shift to the next award.

Beyoncé and Johnny Knoxville next named Breakthrough Male, accepted by Eminem for 8 Mile.

Mark Wahlberg and Mýa came out next to introduce Pink for her performance of Feel Good Time. While she performed your dad leaned over to chat quietly with you at his nerves amping up again after hearing from Jen in her trip backstage that the award was up after this performance.

Ashton Kutcher and P. Diddy after the darkened pause of the stage approached the mic stand to name those nominated for Best Villain. Again Mike Myers was up with Colin Farrell, Daniel Day-Lewis, Willem Dafoe and your dad in a good mix from comedic to sinister Villains.

“And the winner is,” the pair together spoke while P. Diddy opened the envelope to say while Ashton’s fingers shifted around the popcorn statue. “Joe Pear!” Smiling widely you giggled and hugged your dad’s arm pulling him from his moment of shock and you saw the camera men step back in the aisle angling the camera to get his rising body to stay in the frame. His seat on the aisle kept you from having to tuck your legs out of his way and clapping and giggling to Viggo’s comment leaning in from your right you watched him stroll up onto the stage where both the men straightened up and peered up at the stunningly tall man over a head taller than the both of them.

In accepting the award your dad moved closer to the mic hunching over the podium to be closer to the mic stand. “Um, thank you for this award. I never really saw myself acting, in the audience yes, but starting over in films after a long time apart I get to work with my little girl, and it’s the most phenomenal job I could have asked for, so it means a lot to have had so many people who enjoy a film we worked so hard on. This is going up on the wall back home next to her awards while growing up.”

To the applause when he straightened up he glanced at the pair of men who hinted he had to go through the back of the stage causing him to glance your way. A silent signal that had you giggle and gather your skirt to sneak to your feet and slip into the aisle to stroll to the stage. That had the duo around your smiling dad smirk watching your smiling path to his side with eyes shining in the lights along with the giggling smile matching his widening one that even in your lightened hair you still his mini twin. His hand extended and at his side you moved folding yours in it to show him through the process of the mysterious back as well as you could guess at not being back there yourself either.

For those not among the cheering crowd grew quieter to the signal of the switch of award presenters only to be joined by the rest seeing who it was, the main focus was the vast difference of height accentuated by your 5 ft 2 in self over a foot and seven inches shorter than him even with six inch heels.

Best Trans-Atlantic Performance was next with David and Victoria Beckham pitting Orlando and Colin against one another while your dad handed over the award being told that his engraved statue would be delivered to the ranch address he gave them. A few questions were asked backstage lasting long enough for Colin, who won, to join you both there.

Soon to be joined by Viggo and Orlando who accepted the award on Peter’s behalf for the Best Action Sequence presented by Paul Walker and Tyrese Gibson for the Battle of Helms Deep scene in The Two Towers.

Sharon Osbourne next introduced 50 Cent performing "In Da Club" / "Wanksta". Both of which providing cover for your slip back out to your seats.

Jason Biggs and Alyson Hannigan presented Best On-Screen Team. Won by Elijah Wood, Sean Astin, and Andy Serkis. That pulled them from their seats for their own interviews backstage while you nestled against your dad’s arm at his pleased mood from his and your friends’ wins. Waiting for the day his award would be mailed off, beyond eager to hear that it had arrived at the ranch.

Kate Hudson and Luke Wilson presented Best Virtual Performance that beating out Scooby Doo, Kangaroo Jack, Dobby and Yoda Andy came back to the stage at Gollum’s win.

Amanda Bynes and Hilary Duff introduced t.A.T.u. who performed "All the Things She Said" / "Not Gonna Get Us"

Demi Moore presented Best Male Performance, that in beating out Viggo, Eminem was back out again on stage for 8 Mile.

With a grin your new neighbor Keanu was out to present Best Movie with the Two Towers, Barbershop, 8 Mile, Beast of Bards and Spider-Man up for it. Two Towers was named and Viggo helped you back up to your feet for your group to head up together so that you could all sneak out at once.

Back in the middle of actors on your way through the crowded back halls to a side door where the limo were waiting Ian claimed hold of your hand luring a curious smile across your lips catching his eye. Low and close to you he asked in a murmur, “I might have been mistaken, however, was it true, I heard that you had come out as queer?”

“I, how did you hear that?”

Smirking at you he replied shifting to avoid another celeb passing by him, “As you always say my dear, everyone has ears.”

Softly you exhaled and avoided a statuesque model passing between you and the wall mid gulp of her martini from one of the mini parties in the back room she was exiting then came back to his side saying, “Well. I always knew I was something, but one of the Queens who does my hair helped me realize I’m ace.”

Parting his lips, “Truly one of a kind you are in every angle of you.”

That had you giggle and say, “Well I always used to just call myself Tigger, from Winnie the Pooh.” That had his brow tick up till you said, “Cuz I’m the only one.”

Lowly he chuckled and replied, “You are not. And I must say welcome. There are very few even rumored ace performers in the world. You are in fine company even I have heard through a friend that I’m Marilyn Monroe’s journals there is evidence she was possibly ace herself. So very fine company indeed. You are not the only one.”

You smirked again, “Then we all must be blindfolded in this forest because we are exceptionally hard to find and silent as ever in our own confusion.”

That had him chuckle through your soft giggle causing Viggo in front of you to steal a grinning glance back at you two ensuring you hadn’t been lost. “True it is a difficult thing to voice I can imagine. Does your father and Richard know?”

“Oh ya. I mean they knew before I had the name. Dad used to take it as I was a June Cleaver with only eyes for my hubby I was head over heels for. Nothing to be cross about. Rich’s brother Chris is a bit jealous he loved the nickname ace when they were kids. Always wanted to be his name when they played cowboys or race car drivers,” widening the grin across Ian’s face. “I tried explaining it to Lee before but like most teenagers I tried to express the meaning behind how I saw people, I guess, intimately, it all sort of got muddled. So he’s happy for me, still doesn’t get it really but I suppose it’d be hard for him to. Always saw it like the Titanic, no one really got how that marvelous beauty could drown. But everyone on the Titanic is saying you didn’t see that fucking iceberg come out of nowhere.”

“Well put.” He chuckled out and let you go first through the door Viggo was holding for you leading outside. “Very well put.”

Pt 41

#Awards Show #Lee Pace x Reader OC #Father Daughter Time #House Plans

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haikyuu-sickfics · 3 years

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unfinished daimika that i started months ago and gave up on

"And... open!" Suguru removed his hands from Mika's eyes, arching them through the air as excitment oozed from his tone and infecting the atmosphere.

Mika's smile drooped as she took in the sight in front of her.

"It's... an old car?" She questioned, examining the rather old and inexpensive looking vehicle her boyfriend had hyped up so heavily.

It certainly wasn't what she was expecting when Suguru was flaunting his amaing 1st anniversary gift.

"No this isn't the full surprise, this is just our carrier," he opened the driver door and pulled out a heavily used map.

Wrinkles decorated every road, blurring the words into an illegible mess. Water stains bled through the ink on various spots of the paper, making the map rather ineffectual.

"You still have that old thing?" Mika gaped as the memory of the map reached her along with her smile from earlier.

It was from last year- their first real date. Suguru had picked up a random brochure out of boredom while waiting for his partner to finish browsing a store. Certain places piqued his attention and he took note of destinations he wished to visit with Mika.

He shared his findings with her later that day. They stayed up far into the next day, planning a day neither of them had expected to come. A day of love and bliss, mindless exploration and physical connection.

"Your chariot awaits, fair maiden," Suguro opened the passenger door with a flourish, inviting her to take a seat on the rather beat up chair.

"You couldn't get a fairer chariot for your fairest maiden?" She teased, lowering herself onto the noisy seat.

The joke had some genuinity seeded into it. Cigarrette smoke tainted the fabric seats, artificial air freshener proving fruitless against its pungent oder. Questionable stains decorated the upholstery, which was about as ripped up as a cats bed.

Suguru sighed as he sank into his own seat and shut his door, "it's my uncles. I couldn't get any other one. It's stick shift too so the ride might be a little bumpy."

Mika frowned, "but you have driven it before, right?"

"Weeeeeell, no. But I watched videos and my uncle has driven me to countless places, so it should be fine," Suguru assured, checking to see if the gear shift was in neutral before pressing the clutch to the floor with his left foot and turning the ignition.

The car roared to life, the romantic CD in it's player humming the beginning of a sweat melody. Mika quickly began work on cranking down her window in an attempt to escape the cars awful perfume.

Suguru struggled to shift the car into first gear, the stick disobediantly sliding every wrong way. Once it was finally in place, he sat back and smiled at his work, then turned to smile at an uncertain Mika.

"Can't we just take the train?" She inquired, debating the pros and cons of jumping out of the car before it started to move.

"It's not the same- plus there's no line connecting some of the places," Suguro explained, taking his right foor off the brake and causing the vehicle to inch forward.

Simultaniously, he released the clutch and pressed down on the accelorator, jerking the car forward in a lethal manner.

"Shit, sorry, one second," Suguru leaned off of the accelorator a bit, waiting for the car to slowly pick up speed before changing gears and pulling onto the quiet road.

The car's trajectory was very unpredictable. Suguru did not know when to change gears to accomodate speed limits, he didn't even know what gear he was in half the time. This caused the car to move in jerky motions, tossing its passengers around like a salad.

"We... seriously... couldn't... take... a... train?" Mika asked, her sentence chopped up by sudden stops and starts.

Suguru grimaced before finally settling on a gear and cruising down the road at a slowler than cared for rate. Strategically ignoring Mika's question, he asked for directions.

Mika took one took down at the winding map and immediately looked back up and out the window. Nausea dwindled at the back her her mind and in the pit of her stomach, not strong enough to be a problem, but present enough to make it's existance known.

"Suguru, pull over," she calmly ordered, her left hand white knuckling the door.

"What, why?" Suguru's head swiveled to his left, his concerned eyes scanning Mika's appearance for any abnormalities.

"Suguru, now, please."

Though confused, Suguru complied.

Before the vehicle had a chance to come to a complete stop, Mika stepped out of the car and into the cool breeze in the outside world. They hadn't made it far from their original starting point, but they had driven long enough for the urban horizon to blend into a rural flatland. The sweet smell of agriculture danced in the air, it's fresh scent nullifying Mika's faint nausea.

"Are you okay?" Suguru questioned, slamming the car door before fast walking over to Mika.

She breathed deeply before answering, her noise pointed up towards the sky as her eyelids rested over her pupils.

"Yea, I'm fine now, say, why don't we just stay here?"

"Really? It's not really what I had in mind," Suguru allowed his sentence to trail off, skeptically eyeing the terrain, "but... I guess the flat grass would be nice for a blanket, and this road isn't that busy."

While Suguru was debating himself outloud, Mika took it upon herself to grab the picnic blanket from the back seat of the car.

"Are you gonna help me set this or just stand there?"

"Oh, let me get that."

Suguru grabbed the opposite end of the blanket, using the wind to unfurl and flatten it against the ground.

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captainlilyuniverseworld · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Sam

Title: Happy Birthday Sam

Square Filled: CEO AU

Ship: Sam Wesson/Dean Smith

Tags: CEO AU, Smith/Wesson AU, CEO!Sam, HR!Dean, Sick!Dean, Based on It’s A Terrible Life with a few changes.

Summary: It’s CEO of Sandover Publishing, Sam Wesson’s birthday. Dean’s home sick and Sam got a few fires to put out at work, but they still manage to spend some time together.

Word Count: 2115

Created for: @spnaubingo

AN: I went over this thing about five times so any mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

Happy Birthday Sam

“Happy birthday Mr. Wesson.”

Sam jumped startled as Becky appeared in front of him with a card. “I took the liberty of having everyone in the office sign a birthday card for you.”

“Thanks, Becky…” Sam awkwardly took the card from her.

“Hard to believe you’re turning thirty-six today, you hardly look a day over twenty-eight,” she added.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “...How do you know I’m turning thirty-six?”

She blushed and tapped her headset. “Sandover Publishing House. How may I direct your call?” She gave Sam an apologetic smile before she hurried off back to the receptionist’s desk.

He shook his head and walked down the hall to his office. He flipped on the lights as he stepped inside and went over to his desk with the intention of turning on his computer and paused when he saw the flowers on his desk. It was a mixed bouquet and lavender and orange roses tied together with a bow in a clear vase.

Sam picked up the small card attached to the vase and read the small note. Happy Birthday was written on the card in neat calligraphy. He tucked the card back in amongst the flowers and looked up at the knock on his door.

“Morning Rowena,” he smiled at the older woman. “No Dean this morning?”

“Poor dear’s at home sick as a dog,” she answered. “He wanted to make sure you took a look at the candidates for the assistant head of IT position. Though we both agree Miss Bradbury is the best choice for the job.”

“Well at least he took his sick days this time instead of trying to work through it like before,” Sam told her.

He flipped through the files Rowena had given him and then handed them back. There was a green tab sticky on the second file, usually Dean’s indication who would be the best fit. Red was ‘No way in hell’ and yellow meant ‘with a little work they’d be good’.

“If Dean says she’d be a good fit, then give her a call and schedule a drug test and background check,” Sam told her. “I trust his judgment. He hired me after all.”

“Wonderful, we’ve already got her scheduled for next Monday,” Rowena told him. “Oh, and before I forget. I left you a little something in your second drawer. Happy birthday Sam.”

He started to protest but she was already gone. He sighed and opened the second drawer of his desk and saw a gold gift bag. He peeked inside and saw an assortment of various candles. He made a mental note to send her a thank you card.

Sam reached for his phone as it started ringing and leaned back in his chair

“Wesson speaking,” he answered.

“I can’t do it.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Can’t do what Chuck?”

"I can't do it. Speak in front of all those people, what am I supposed to say?" The man asked. "What if I say the wrong thing? What if they don’t like the new book?”

"You'll be fine Chuck," Sam told him. "It's a simple interview. Answer a couple of questions, announce the publication date for the new book. Take some pictures with a few fans, you'll be home by 9 pm to chat with Mistress Magda."

"Okay," the man took a deep breath. "Okay. Thanks, Sam...and Happy Birthday. I uh, I forgot to get you a gift."

"Don't worry about it," Sam answered.

He hung up and turned his attention to be his email to get started on work. He was tempted to shoot Dean and email and see how the other man was doing. Even if he was home sick, Dean was a workaholic at heart.

He grabbed his phone as it started ringing again.

“You’ll be fine Chuck, ” Sam said by way of greeting.

“...It’s Cas..” Castiel replied.

“Sorry, sorry,” Sam apologized. “Chuck called about his interview, but that’s not important. What’s up?”

“There was an issue with the printers,” Castiel answered. “The book covers, they’re uh…” he trailed off awkwardly.

“I’m on my way,” Sam told him.

He hung up and made his way down to the receiving bay. Castiel was at one of the tables with one of the large boxes of books open, a few stacked next to him, and packing peanuts on the floor.

“What’s the problem Cas?” Sam asked

Castiel wordlessly handed Sam one of the books and Sam snorted as he looked at the cover

“...At least it’s tasteful?” Sam added.

“We can not put these on the shelves, no matter how...tasteful,” Castiel replied. “Adler would have a fit. He’s still upset about that petition that went around a few months ago when we announced the reprinting of books 1-5.”

“Adler can suck on a lemon,” Sam said bluntly. “How many were printed?”

“Just a couple hundred for Chuck’s book signing on Saturday,” Castiel answered. “I tried to call the printers, but there was no answer.”

“Of course there wasn’t,” Sam sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Just...put these in my office for now. I’ll go over to the printers and see if I can’t give Lucifer a kick in the ass.”

Castiel nodded and started to put the books back in the box. “Oh, and happy birthday Sam. Did the flowers survive the night okay?”

“The roses? They weren’t delivered this morning?” Sam asked.

“Last night,” Castiel answered. “I saw them outside your door, so I put them in your office before I went home last night. Someone must like you.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Well, lavender roses usually mean that someone has a crush on you. And Orange means that they’re proud of you. So whoever got them for you must like you and the man that you are. Or they just liked the color combination,” Castiel answered.

“Thanks...I think,” Sam nodded and went back to his office to grab his keys.

He drove to the printers and followed the sound of loud rock music to the offices on the second floor. He turned off the stereo and dropped one of the books on Lucifer’s desk.

“Real mature Lucifer. What’d you do? Find some fan art online and switch out the real picture we sent over?” Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

“Like it’s that different from the actual cover photo,” Lucifer smirked.

“You know this is illegal right? What if these had made their way to the bookstore instead? Sandover could’ve been sued by the original artist,” Sam told him.

“Cas would’ve caught it, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’ve already got Crowley printing out the books with the right covers. You’ll have them tomorrow afternoon you fuddy-duddy.”

“You are a monumental pain in my ass you know that?” Sam said.

“Who? Me?” Lucifer smiled innocently. “By the way, this is for you.”

He set a wrapped bottle on the table and Sam picked it up cautiously. “What is it?”

“Just open it would you,” Lucifer told him.

Sam tore off the paper and raised an eyebrow at the bottle of tequila. “If you find your new age hard to swallow just add some tequila.” He read off the note that was taped onto the bottle.

“Consider it a birthday gift from me and Crowley,” Lucifer added.

"Thanks," Sam smiled a bit. "...and it was a little funny. But please refrain from trying to get my place of work sued."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Lucifer waved his hand dismissively.

Sam turned the stereo back on, on his way out, and drove back to work.

"Happy birthday Sammy." Gabriel thrust a small wrapped package into his hand. "Don't open it till you're alone okay." He winked and walked off.

Sam shook his head as he walked back to his office and set the tequila and Gabriel's present on the coffee table. He turned his computer back on and pulled up the website from the café that was down the street to order his lunch.

He looked up at the knock on his office door and saw one of the delivery people from the café.

"Turkey BLT and medium Caeser salad with a strawberry banana smoothie?" The guy asked as he read off the receipt.

"Uh...yeah…" Sam stood up and went to meet him. "But I didn't, I haven't even ordered yet."

"Looks like someone bought you lunch," the younger man said.

Sam took the food and tipped the guy before he went back to his desk. He looked at the roses, and at his lunch. He wasn't sure if he should be flattered or weirded out. He was too hungry to care and he dug into his lunch. He picked up Gabriel's gift and unwrapped it.

From the man that brought you Casa Erotica, the novelization comes a new series set in the steamy world of office romances. Featuring Dan Hanson and Sean Blythe.

Sam grabbed his phone and called Gabriel.

"Did you write an erotic novel about me and Dean?" Sam asked when the line picked up.

"Don't flatter yourself, Sam. Sure Dan's got your build and maybe Sean's got Dean's boyish charm, but that is where all similarities end," Gabriel told him.

"You realize if Dean sees this he is going to massacre you," Sam replied.

"Guess it’s a good thing Deano’s home sick today,” Gabriel mused before he hung up.

Sam hid the manuscript in the bottom drawer of his file cabinet and locked it for extra measure. He’d get rid of it later...after he read it. He pulled up the highlights from the previous night’s football game and used it as background noise as he ate his lunch and finished going through his emails.

He was getting ready to throw the trash away when he saw a message typed out in the notes section of the receipt for his lunch.

Enjoy the rabbit food Rapunzel. Don’t work to hard, it is your birthday after all.

He smiled and knew exactly who’d gotten him the flowers and his lunch.

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Sam hoped it wasn’t too late as he rode the elevator to the third floor. He had a bag of takeout in one hand and a few movies in the other. He stepped off the elevator once it reached the third floor. He shifted the movies to his other hand as he knocked on the apartment marked 3F and smiled when Dean answered the door.

He was wearing an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt with a pair of sweats and a large thick comforter wrapped around him.

“Sam?” He asked hoarsely. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to say thank you for the flowers, and for lunch,” Sam answered.

He couldn’t tell if Dean blushed or if his face was red because it was sick.

“Although you didn’t have to do that,” Sam added.

Dean shrugged a little. “I wanted to do something nice for your first birthday together...I would’ve baked you a cake but vertigo’s a bitch.” He broke off with a cough. “I’m glad you liked the flowers though. I almost went with red but it seemed a bit to cliché, and I didn’t want you to think Becky got them for you.”

“Shockingly Becky was pretty tame today,” Sam told him. “I went by that deli you like and picked up some of their chicken noodle soup. I also rented us a few movies, I would’ve liked to use the gift certificate Adler gave me for a way too overpriced steak, but we can go when you’re feeling better.”

“Sam...you really don’t want to spend your birthday night with a sick person,” Dean started to protest.

“Well, considering it’s my birthday, you don’t really get a say of who I get to spend it with now do you?” Sam asked. “Now get your ass back on the couch.”

“Don’t make me laugh, my throat feels like sandpaper,” Dean told him.

Sam walked into the apartment and shut the door behind him while Dean tried to clean up around the couch. Sam got one of the movies set up and grabbed a bowl for the soup, and joined him on the couch.

“Happy birthday Sam,” Dean told him. “I promise next year will be a lot better.”

“You know? All things considered, this one turned out to be pretty good,” Sam replied as he got comfortable.

“You wouldn’t happen to know why Gabriel asked me to pick between Sean and Sheene would you?” Dean asked as he ate his soup.

“Nope, no idea,” Sam answered.

“Such a weird little man,” Dean mused as Sam wrapped an arm around him.

#@spnaubingo #supernatural #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #sam wesson #dean smith #gabriel #castiel #lucifer #rowena #CEO!AU #CEO!Sam #Head of HR Dean #smith/wesson #sam and dean #sam/dean

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luci-cunt · 4 years

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On this episode of “I’m-nostalgic-and-wouldn’t-rec-anyone-read-my-book-but-some-bits-of-it-are-actually-kind-of-funny-to me-and-I’m-addicted-to-validation” JSoC addition!

[the only context u need is that Ash = mc, she’s depressed but coping barely. Cal = incognito rich kid looking for his “girlfriend.” Aatami = softboy/ Ash’s love interest. Mia = Cal’s “girlfriend.”]

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“The world wasn’t much different now that it had an expiration date.”

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*in an abandoned house* “Uh… you got a name?” I asked, opening the fridge and peeking inside. It was empty, except for a rotting rat. I sighed and closed the fridge.

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“So, where are you from?” I asked, he made a face at me but let it drop to an exhausted one. He’d given up being suspicious when he realized the only reason I was pressuring him about his past was because I was a nosy bitch.

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“Aye Bee, good to see you again,” he said, I turned and pulled on Cal’s sleeve so he’d follow me. Uncle B gave him a wary once over and Cal just crossed his arms and glared. Uncle B looked back at me and pursed his lips. “That was way too quick for food Ash, and I’m not selling you drugs.” he said, I sighed.

“Fine, Cal, no meth today sorry,” I said, acting disappointed. Uncle B rolled his eyes.

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I rolled my eyes as I threw another handful of nuts in my mouth and then screwed up my face as I bit into a raisin and spit the whole mouthful out. Cal made a face at me. “You’re so gross,” he muttered.

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Thinking about my mom made me want to do something illegal.

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Cal was too busy making his ‘there-is-one-single-fiber-keeping-the-impulse-to-punch-you-from-happening’ face at me to notice my sudden tenseness.

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“Whatever, I’m hungry, let’s get food,” I said. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You just ate an entire bag of trail mix,” he said, I nodded. “Yeah, but Cal, food is literally the only good thing about the world, you can never have enough,” I said, he rolled his eyes.

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“Chill man, it’s not even three yet, you’ve still got six days to find your Juliet,” I said, he pursed his lips.

“Romeo and Juliet die at the end of that play,” he said, I grinned.

“I’ll be Mercutio and we’ll have almost the full cast, complete with tragically young deaths for all of us.”

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“So? What’s the verdict Mr. Grinch?” He spared me a glare and leaned back in his seat so he could cross his arms over his chest. “Salad.” “But that’s so boring.” “You’re ordering tamales.” “That’s because they taste good.” “Salad tastes good.” “Yeah, maybe to giraffes.” “Are you calling me a giraffe?” “If you think salads are good then yes.”

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Angry dude was hot.

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“Do you have a deathwish?” “Yes, don’t know how it took you that long to–hello,” I said, seeing Aatami suddenly standing in front of our table.

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Cal had given up glaring at either of us and was now stabbing the vinyl booth seats with a butter knife. He looked at me pointedly between stabs and I pretended not to get the message he was sending.

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“You do? Oh thank god, we’ve been hopping busses for forever,” I said, Cal rolled his eyes. “One bus,” he muttered under his breath. I ignored him.

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“Yeah, she’s a cheerleader and they’re the next Romeo and Juliet,” I said, Cal rolled his eyes, still tapping something on the phone. “Don’t Romeo and Juliet die?” Aatami asked, glancing between me and the road, I smiled brightly. “Tragically,” I said. “Oh.”

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“Good afternoon! How can I help you?” the lady said, she sounded way too peppy, and I heard Cal growl into my shoulder. I think I was the only one who heard it though, it made me smile.

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*about the hotel room Cal paid for* “That’s a lot, Cal,” I whispered. He groaned, dropped his hand, and turned his head back so his forehead was on my shoulder. “I’m not sleeping in a regular cramped stupid room. And I want a big bed, so you better fuck in the bathroom if you’re going to,” he whispered back.

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck fuck. Fuckkkkk.

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*Cal talking while there’s a gun in his face* “Nope, you’ve got the wrong guy,” Cal said again. “You’re really not fooling anyone,” Hans said, anger creeping into his voice. “I’m not trying to, you’ve just got the wrong guy.” “You look exactly like him.” “I get that a lot.” “So you’re saying if I don’t reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet–” “No, no I wouldn’t do that.” “Why?” “I... don’t even have my wallet on me.” “Really?” “Yeah–hey, hey hey hey, no don’t do that–fuck,” I made a mental note to punch Cal in his stupid rich boy face.

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“It’s Robert,” Hans said, and I scrunched up my face. What kind of name was Robert? That’s not even evil sounding at all.

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*Aatami, high on pain meds after being shot* “Are you guys ok–? Stupid question, don’t answer that. I mean, what happened–? No wait, stupider question. Hey, Ash can you drive? I don’t think I can right now. Or should, oh my god you guys were both so badass. Wow my head's spinning, I’m going to go sit in the car now–” Aatami rambled as he patted both Cal and I down. “Are you guys ok? No wait, I already asked that, ok I’m going to lie down now,” Aatami said.

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“You’re going to need to lose the pants so I can see whatever’s bleeding,” the nurse said. She glanced between us, Cal jumped off the table and pried his arm out of my hand. “Nope! Not happening, I don’t want to see your ass, I’m out,” Cal said, he rushed out.

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“You’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met,” Cal said, I smiled. “I think you’re pretty cool too,” I said.

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“Ash?” Cal asked, looking over at me. “Where the fuck are we?” he asked. “I don’t know, where’s Aatami?” I answered and he gave me a look. “How the fuck would I know that?” he growled and I glared at him. “Fuck you, I was just asking.” “I just woke up!” “So did I!”

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I was balancing so precariously on the edge of whatever self control I had, and one more word from Rose-Count was going to send me flying into de-dicking territory.

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“You can cook? I thought that was just something for the poor and needy,” I said, Cal glared at me. “You would know.”

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“Morning,” Aatami said, I laughed again and he laughed with me. “I drooled on your shirt,” I said, my voice sounded muffled by Aatami, and he laughed again. “I know I can feel it,” he said. “Gross,” Cal muttered.

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*Cal handing Ash a plate of pancakes* It was stacked with pancakes covered in blueberries and syrup with a huge commercial looking pad of butter on top. I started drooling. “You’re losing your edge,” I said, Cal glared and stabbed a fork into the top of my stack and then a knife through the butter pad. I raised a brow and he walked out of the kitchen. “Fuck off,” he said, bumping Aatami’s shoulder on the way out

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“But this is Hotel-Holdup Chique,” I said, he rolled his eyes. “It’s Homicidal-Vagrant Mystic,” Cal said, “And someone’s going to call the cops on you.”

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The shower in this house was fancy. It had one of those waterfall shower heads I’d only ever seen rich people fuck under on TV.

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“I need chocolate,” I said, and took another stabilizing breath, “and maybe some alcohol,” I added after a moment. “Koda’s coming,” Cal reminded me, I nodded and walked into the kitchen. “Exactly.”

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“I’m glad we met,” I said quietly, Cal’s expression didn’t change, and he held my stare. “Don’t expect me to suck your face, I’m not that good of a friend and not nearly straight enough,” Cal said. I laughed and he took a step forward and we hugged. Cal was a lot shorter than Aatami, and I didn’t have to stand on my toes to hug him. “But I’m glad we met too,” he said in my ear. I smiled and squeezed him again. “The idea of making out with you makes me want to throw up,” I said, we both laughed. “I’m glad,” he said as we pulled apart.

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Waking up in a trunk is the worst way to wake up.

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STREETSMARTS.

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“23% chance the world ends in ten minutes,” I said with a laugh. “It’s like the worst New Year’s party ever,” Uncle B said with a smile. “Meh,” Cal said with a noncommittal shrug.

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“Michelangelo who?” Cal said sarcastically, and Mia cocked his head to try and tell what it was, before blushing furiously as he realized. “Look Mia, we have fan art,” Cal said, holding the picture up to a completely red Mia. “Why?” Mia managed, and Cal laughed.

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laksdjflaksdjf;j sorry this is so long

#jsoc #luci writes #if u don't know Just South of Casual is a book I wrote #it's #aslkdjfaskdjf;lasjkdf #well it's def written by a middleschooler I'll tell you what #I wrote it in 2016 originally and then rewrote it in 2018 #I think?

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monsteronfire · 4 years

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Dragon Hart | Pt 11

Hybrid!JM x Reader/OC x Hybrid!JK

Dragons are the most rare, sought after hybrids in the business. Considered the most dangerous of the hybrid class, they are categorized by very specific personality traits and are owned only by the highest standing of society. When Hart finds a pair that are considered “defective” because of their personalities, she knows they could be killed and feels obligated to take them in despite never having owned any before. Still a dragon is a dragon, can she really survive owning two at once?

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“Hey, sorry!”

Tae pouts dramatically at you, shoving a bottle of wine into your hands without replying. Hobi’s carrying a cheese tray with crackers, fruit and various meats that he hands off to you before they both start removing their winter gear. Jimin and Jungkook stand silently behind you, a little on guard, though you’re sure not nearly as much since they actually know your two guests.

“Fuck I hate the snow,” Hobi finally says, ruffling his hair as if to get said snow out of it.

“Yeah, it really rolled around all of a sudden,” you mumble back, turning to carry the gifts into the kitchen. Jungkook follows diligently, his hands held out to catch anything you might drop. The others follow you as well, Jimin greeting them both with a soft smile.

“How’ve you been, Chimmy,” Taehyung questions and Jimin softens at the affectionate nickname, giggling a little.

“Good. Miss Hart treats us very well. She’s very kind to us.”

His cheeks are pink as he speaks and you can’t seem to look at him out of embarrassment when he praises you like that. Jungkook only greets Hobi once you’ve set everything down and he does it quietly, as if he’s afraid to even speak. You’re not sure if it’s because your friends are coming or because you being mad at him really fucks him up, but your mind is racing too much to go in depth about it.

“You’re sure you even want us here, Hart?”

“Yeah... yeah, of course,” you say, finally letting Jungkook do something and take the tray of food into the living room for you. You hand some glasses to Jimin who’s smiling sheepishly at you, though he’s trying to look sweet for you. He knows you’re still upset and it’s made even worse by your anxiety. You hand a few more glasses to Taehyung, grab what’s left and the bottle of wine, and urge everyone to follow Jungkook.

“You guys know way more about dragons than I do, so if they have questions I figure you’ll do better at answering them. Plus having other people here... helps me.”

A knock at your door makes you shoot up from placing glasses down and you feel yourself go slightly dizzy from the anxiety. Jungkook calls out to you softly, his hand warm on your lower back. They’re here already? You didn’t even need to buzz them in! Your head is a mess of racing thoughts, but still you move to open the door and greet them.

“You guys didn’t even buzz,” you say as you open the door. All three of them stand there in winter coats. Jin grins when he sees you, Namjoon grins when he sees Hobi and Yoongi doesn’t grin at all, but frowns even more when he spots Jungkook and Jimin behind you.

“Yeah, that hot girl that lives on the floor below you let us in.”

“Yeah after about five minutes of Jin flirting with her,” Joon adds. He slips past you and makes his way to Hobi, the two of them smiling before sharing a quick kiss.

“So what, you two dating now or something?” Tae asks, looking skeptical. Or rather more like he thinks they’re dumb and/or is teasing them. Hobi turns a glare on him, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe. So what if we are?”

“You guys have only met a few times and literally just drunkenly slept together like four nights ago.”

“I wasn’t drunk, were you drunk Hoseok?”

“Hoseok? Disgusting.” Tae’s smirking as he says it though, more jabbing fun at his friend than actually offended by their union. Hobi sticks his tongue out at the kid, shoving him lightly when Tae retaliates with his own childish gesture.

You let the other two in and finally notice that Jin is holding tubs of potato, and macaroni salad while Yoongi holds two boxes of crackers. You snort at the sight, remembering the cheese and meats tray on your coffee table. As if this were some kind of small party or something. Maybe it was their way of easing the tension and seriousness of the meeting. When your trio of friends finally cast their attention on your hybrids the room falls silent, reminding you why you’re doing this. You close the door and usher everyone into the living room.

“Well, let’s get this started.”

They all file in; Jin, Yoongi, Joon and Hobi taking the couch; Tae taking your armchair and the dragons standing opposite the sofa back by the TV. You stand in front of Jimin and Jungkook, each on either side of you, and thank whatever gods when Jin takes the time to crack open the food before you start. It gives you time to think and lets you know he’s not upset enough to let it affect his appetite.

“I’d like to start of by apologizing; not only because I didn’t say anything, but also because I put Yoongi in danger. You three are my oldest and closest friends, and I betrayed your trust by keeping quiet. I had my reasons, mainly your safety.”

Yoongi snorts derisively and it feels like a jab to your stomach. Still, you continue.

“This,” you motion from one side of you to the other, bringing their focus to first Jimin, then Jungkook,” ... is Jimin and Jungkook, the two dragon hybrids that went missing from my work.”

Jin immediately freezes, his hand poised halfway between the food and his mouth, and his eyes are wide. Yoongi looks a mix of shocked, pissed and a bit worried, and Joon is just pissed. He sighs heavily, his head falling into his hands when he sits forward.

“For fuck sake, Hart. Are you serious?”

You can’t tell if he’s pissed because you’re causing trouble, or because he’s worried for you. Jin puts down the cracker full of cheese and potato salad, still trying to process what you just said.

“I’m confused,” he suddenly says, “... are you telling me that the two hybrids that the police have been investigating about at your work- the ones that were stolen- are the two hybrids in front of me right now?”

“Yes...”

“You,” he pauses a moment to collect himself, his rage beginning to match Namjoon’s.

“You fucking stole two of the rarest and most expensive hybrids in the world, and are now keeping them in your home?!”

“Y-yes.”

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Hart. What the fuck were you thinking?!”

Yoongi is joining in now and- as you’d suspected- all three of your friends are furious with you. You feel Jungkook nearly pressing himself into your back, probably feeling the tension in the room and wanting to protect you. Or maybe he was just anxious himself and wanted your comfort. Jimin remains where he is, though his hand is now clasping your forearm just below the elbow, as if to comfort himself.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner, but I was trying to keep it from you in case something happened. If I’d been found out I didn’t want you guys to get in trouble because you knew anything about it.”

“You fucking stole from your job! Why?! You’ve never even ran a red light before! What the fuck made you suddenly want to break the law?! Are you insane?!”

You wince at Jin’s shouting and now Jimin is crowding you just as Jungkook is, but you can feel his fingernails growing and sharpening. He’s starting to lose control. You turn and whisper to him, needing to put your hand on his cheek to bring his attention back to you.

“Jimin, calm down. They’re worried, that’s all. They don’t know else to express it.”

He looks at you, but you can still feel his claws poking your arm.

“Damn straight we’re worried,” Namjoon cuts in.

“Hart...”

Jin doesn’t even know what to say anymore, instead standing and beginning to pace the room. Yoongi remains silent on the sofa, just glaring at a spot just behind you. You call Jin’s name and urge him to sit down, but all he does is move back to his spot and stand there.

“Do have any idea what you’ve done? What could happen to you,” Joon questions, seeming more calm.

“Yes, of course. You really think I just did this on a whim? I had a reason.”

“A good one?” Yoongi gripes and you glare at him.

“Yes. Look, each species of hybrid has a main personality archetype. If their personality is outside this norm, they’re considered defective and a lot of them are usually euthanized for it. The less market there is for that species the more likely it is they’ll be killed. Dragons are the rarest breed out there and these two are labeled as defective. If they’d stayed at the center they probably would’ve been killed.”

“So you took them?!” Jin asks loudly.

“Well I can’t exactly afford them, Jin!”

“And I suppose you two helped her?”

He motions to Tae and Hobi, and both immediately shrink away from him.

“Well I don’t work with larger species of hybrid and I needed inside men. Plus I needed help with how to care for them.”

“This could get so bad, so fast, Hart.” Namjoon says.

“I know. I didn’t do this lightly, you guys. I thought it over for almost a month before I decided. Something like defective hybrids is rare at our facility. I couldn’t just let them die.”

“What if you get caught?” Yoongi finally asks.

“I mean do you have a game plan? What if they do what they did the other night only you can’t stop them?”

“I know the dangers. I know what’s at stake. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to force you into those dangers as well. Tae and Hobi agreed to help me. We all know what we’ve done. Yoongi I’m so sorry about the other night, that was my fault. I knew the risks of going out like that and leaving them alone. I was stupid and you all suffered for it. But I did this, it’s done. I can’t go back now. I illegally own two dragon hybrids for their safety. I can’t undo this. And I don’t regret it.”

The room is silent, Jimin has calmed down and Jungkook is now holding your hand. Hobi and Taehyung look somber, but determined as if they too were denouncing their regret for it. Jin, Yoongi and Namjoon look like they’ve all just received terrible news. Joon puts his head back in his hands, Yoongi is chewing on his bottom lip and looking off to one side, and Jin finally falls back into the sofa. You don’t know what else to say, so you simply stand there waiting.

“I’ll understand if you guys want to distance yourself from me for a while. Until we’re sure things have cooled down. I can’t hang out much until these guys imprint anyway.” You finally say sheepishly, smiling weakly and holding up the hand Jungkook is holding. Jimin is pushing against your side possessively.

“Imprint,” Joon asks.

“Yeah, that’s sort of why they flew off the handle the other night. Dragons are pretty protective and possessive to begin with, but their emotions are unstable until they imprint on their new owners.”

Still they’re silent after that and when Taehyung stands-heading for the kitchen- he pats your shoulder on the way.

“Give them some time to process. Hobi’ll stay and talk it out with them,” he mumbles quietly to you. You nod and motion for the two dragons to follow him. They do albeit hesitantly.

“I’ll leave you guys alone to... process.”

And you leave them. You enter the kitchen where Jimin is moping at the island, Jungkook is fidgeting on the other side and Taehyung is busy rummaging around in your cupboards. You let out a puff of laughter and make your way to the island. No one says anything for a long time while you all sit in there, but you hear mumbling and talking out in your living room. Taehyung snacks on random things and while you give him looks, you don’t really have the heart to tell him to stop every time he pulls out something new. You’re in there for nearly an hour Hobi finally enters and sends you in to talk to them.

“Yoongi...”

He’s up and making his way to the kitchen, hands stuffed in his pockets though he looks much calmer. He shakes his head and shrugs, looking off to one side.

“It wasn’t something you could control. And I guess I get why you kept it from us. Just be careful, okay Hart? It’s water under the bridge for us, but Jin’s really worried, so.”

He thumbs behind him and you nod, wanting to hug him to solidify his forgiveness, but thinking better if it. Jimin can still see you from the kitchen. You thank him quietly before making your way to the sofa to speak to Jin and Namjoon.

Yoongi continues on into the kitchen, accepting the offer of a bag of nuts Taehyung is holding. He watches the hybrids out of the corner of his eye and while the taller one- Jungkook- seems to not be paying him much attention, the smaller one is watching him. Jimin’s eyes are so sharp and clear that it makes Yoongi’s skin crawl, and when Taehyung finall leaves the kitchen to use the bathroom, the dragon moves closer to him. The hairs on Yoongi’s arms and neck stand on end. There’s tension in the air and he gets the feeling this Jimin kid isn’t planning to apologize.

“She’s ours, you know,” he finally says, his voice low and even- breathy and calm.

“Eh?”

“Miss Hart... She’s ours now. She brought us home and took us in to be her hybrids. One big difference between dragons and your run of the mill mammal hybrids is that we claim our owners as much as they claim us. You may be her long time friend and she may care about you, but she belongs to me.”

Jimin turns to fix Yoongi with a heavy, unblinking stare. Not a glare, not full of anger or hate. There was no desperation or anxiety in his eyes. They were simply calm, steady and dangerous, and Yoongi can’t look away. They promise harm should he ever cross the line again.

“She’s mine. You won’t touch her ever again.”

Feeling idiotically bold, Yoongi decides to test him.

“And if I do?”

I rumble comes from both dragons, though Jimin’s mixes in with his words. He speaks in a growl.

“We’ll have a similar encounter as last time, only she won’t stop me from killing you.”

The day ends with the boys forgiving you for the most part, though Yoongi seems to be keeping himself more distant than before. Still, Jimin and Jungkook seem calmer around Jin and the others, and when they finally leave early in the evening you have to say you feel much better. The boys are even being more affectionate and comfortable around you than before. You end the evening with Jimin snuggling into your side and Jungkook falling asleep on your shoulder while you all watch a movie.

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Previous :: Next

a/n; So the first part of the texts between Hobi, Tae and Hart are to be read to the tune of Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler. 😂 I just wanted some comic relief. This is so long and I’ve had a fuckin day y’all. Anyway enjoy!

@mygukandonly, @j-i-m-i-n-e, @spongebobgotstruckbylightning, @hannahdinse8, @morgsstudies-blog, @asifetch7, @flowerbin131

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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oblivion [M! raleigh carrera] [part seven: lose yourself]

@emichelle @ritachacha @ibldw-main @omgjasminesimone @msjpuddleduck @katedrakeohd @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @dailydoseofchoices @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7

Warnings: NSFW. Mention of drug use. Master List

Marina slept for twelve hours after playing another video game with Raleigh. She had been exhausted; her eyes were shadowed and her body felt heavy and bone tired. Raleigh let her sleep, knowing she needed her rest. While she was safe under her blankets, Raleigh looked up therapists in Michigan.

He accepted now that Marina needed more help. It wasn’t enough for Raleigh to take her out of Los Angeles, out of her drug induced, champagne bubbled, drug addled bubble. He had taken her away from the place where she would be tempted but she was still the same girl with the same problems. Asking her to go cold turkey was too much; Raleigh could see that now. Marina needed professional help.

Raleigh stayed up until 2am with his laptop open as he browsed for the therapist he could find. Rehab hadn’t worked for Marina; she had been a patient twice. But maybe a safe space where she could talk to a therapist about her issues and then retreat to Raleigh’s mom’s place would help?

Overset with tiredness, Raleigh shut his laptop and rested his head in his hands. He needed to make this right. He had failed her before and he wouldn’t do it again. Right now, his only priority was getting Marina back to the person she was; or even if that wasn’t possible, he would try to bring hope and light back into her life when all she had known for so long was endless darkness.

*********************************

Raleigh arranged for Marina to attend a private therapy session. One to one with the therapist, Dr. Henderson, signing an NDA.

On Monday morning, Raleigh supported Marina as she got herself dressed for the therapy session. ‘Is this okay?’ she asked, giving him a weak twirl. She was wearing a blue and white fluffy sweater paired with blue ripped jeans and Converse.

Raleigh thought she looked ridiculously cute and he really wanted to give her a hug.

‘You look awesome,’ he told her simply. ‘You ready for this?’

Marina nodded mutely. ‘Nervous,’ she said. ‘But that’s understandable. I guess I just hope this therapist won’t tell the press about all my secrets ha!’ She forced the laugh out but Raleigh knew she wasn’t joking.

‘She’s signed an NDA,’ Raleigh assured her. ‘She’s a professional anyway, Mari. She wants to help. It’s her job.’

Marina nodded, processing his words. Raleigh smiled softly and moved towards her to take her hands.

‘I’ll be out in the waiting room,’ he whispered. ‘If it gets too much, I’ll be right outside.’

‘Guys, you ready to go?’ Raleigh’s mom called up the stairs. ‘Car’s ready!’

Raleigh took Marina’s hand and led her down the stairs to the car, making sure to bundle on scarves so no prying neighbours would see them. Marina’s privacy had been non-existent in LA; Raleigh wasn’t having a repeat of it again.

****************************************

The therapist’s office was empty, thank God. Marina could breathe easy that nobody would see her and recognise who she was. She was taken into the room immediately, leaving Raleigh in the waiting room.

His eyes found the stack of magazines before he could tear his gaze away. Tabloids emblazoned with Marina’s image. Pictures of her looking worse for wear, like she was barely surviving in this dog eat dog world.

Raleigh quickly picked up the magazines and shoved them in the trash can.

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Marina played with the hem of her sweater as she sat in awkward silence. Dr Henderson was sat opposite her with her legs crossed and a notepad on her lap, pen poised. She was wearing cat eye shaped spectacles and her dark hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail. She looked friendly.

‘This is just a get to know you session’, Dr Henderson said gently. ‘Nothing too scary. Would you like some water?’

Marina took the glass of water and sipped the drink, her hands shaking as she did so.

‘I’m here to help you,’ the therapist told her in a low voice. ‘There is no judgment here. This is a safe space-’

‘Because you signed the NDA,’ Marina interrupted, her voice startling even her.

The therapist smiled. ‘Yes, I did. But it would still be a safe space even if I hadn’t signed. Do you think I will tell everyone the confidential information you’ll give me?’

Marina shrugged. ‘No. You’re a professional,’ she said quietly, repeating what Raleigh had told her. ‘It’s your job.’

Her tone was reluctant, which the therapist noted.

‘Do you find it hard to trust people?’

Marina bit her lip. ‘No..’

‘Yet you think I will tell everyone everything that you say in this room?’

‘I’ve trusted people in the past and they have always thrown it back in my face,’ Marina told her. ‘I trusted people too easily and they took advantage.’

‘In what way?’

The words flooded out of Marina before she could stop them.

‘Like we would go out to a bar and I would be the one left to pay the $500 bill. Or I would tell them I was seeing a guy and the next day, the papers would be talking about it. Or I had friends ask me for loans of money to keep themselves afloat, I couldn’t say no, but in the end, they would use that cash on drugs or alcohol.’

Marina looked down at her hands. ‘I’ve been chewed up and spat back out.’

The therapist made a note on her pad. ‘Your friend outside,’ she said. ‘Raleigh. Do you want to talk about him?’

Marina blushed. The therapist smiled. ‘Boyfriend?’

‘Something like that,’ Marina replied softly. ‘It’s complicated.’

‘How?’

‘We were bad for each other,’ Marina said. ‘But in the end, he is the one who is by my side when nobody else is. Everyone shows their true colours in the end; Raleigh has shown his.’

***************************************

An hour later, Marina came out of the therapists room. Raleigh stood up and gave her a smile; Marina smiled back, to his relief.

‘I’m seeing her again next week,’ Marina told him. ‘That was just a get to know you session.’

Raleigh wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss on top of her head. ‘I’m proud of you,’ he murmured into her hair. ‘So fucking proud of you.’

They left the office together and back into Raleigh’s mom’s car. She had bought McDonalds as a treat and laughed as Raleigh and Marina tore into the brown paper bags.

‘It’s like you’re kids again!’ she laughed, shaking her head. ‘God, I should have got you Happy Meals!’

‘Happy Meals are fucking legit!’ Raleigh hollered with his mouth open.

Marina giggled and sank her teeth into the burger. She hadn’t had McDonalds in years. Ever since she became famous, fast food was off the menu and replaced by protein shakes, Diet Coke and salad. As she swallowed the burger and made quick work of the fries, she realised that for the first time in what felt like forever, she was enjoying a meal.

‘Jesus, ma, can we get some more?’ Raleigh asked after he finished his burger and screwed the paper bag into a ball. ‘I got money, I can buy us a truckload of McDonalds.’

‘Ooh and maybe a milkshake?’ Marina joked.

Raleigh looked at her, his mouth quirking up in the corner. ‘Yeah and a milkshake,’ he said.

His mom shrugged. ‘If you want to get fat on McDonalds with your hard earned money, babe, by all means, be my guest.’

Raleigh let out a whoop. ‘Let’s go back!’

So that afternoon, Raleigh ordered two Happy Meals - who cared that they were adults?- and a milkshake. He gave Marina the milkshake, winking at her as he did so,and she sipped the thick strawberry milk, feeling lighter than air.

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That night, Marina lay on the bed wearing one of Raleigh’s white vests and black lace underwear. Her dark hair was spilled out across the pillow and she was looking up at the ceiling as she listened to Raleigh singing under his breath.

He was lying on his front beside her with a journal in front of him. He was working on new lyrics, his writing an illegible mess of spidering words and crossing out. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he wrote and scored out, occasionally stopping to sing softly so he could test out his progress.

‘What’s the song about?’ Marina asked, reaching out to stroke a lock of his hair through her finger.

Raleigh bit his lip. ‘I can’t get it right..’

‘What’s it about?’ she repeated.

His eyes found hers. ‘You,’ he said softly.

Marina sat up in surprise. Raleigh looked sheepish.

‘You’re writing about me?’ she asked, her eyes wide. ‘Me?’

‘Yeah…’ Raleigh admitted. ‘It’s not the first time.’

Marina blushed. There had always been rumours that his songs had been about her; Raleigh had never confirmed nor denied it. But now, she could see that it was true.

‘What do you want to say about me?’ she asked.

‘Just how strong you are, how I lose myself when I’m with you,’ Raleigh said, looking down to pick at his fingernails. ‘I forget everything when I’m with you. Always have. Nothing matters in the world when we’re together.’

Marina could feel her heart beginning to beat a little bit faster. This was the Raleigh she knew that nobody else did. The Raleigh who was open and vulnerable; the Raleigh she had fallen in love with.

‘I’m a mess,’ Marina said. ‘I bring you down-’

‘No you don’t,’ Raleigh cut in fiercely. ‘You are incredible. You are beautiful and strong with the most gorgeous soul-’

‘I am a trainwreck,’ Marina told him. ‘Disaster.’

‘So am I,’ Raleigh replied softly. ‘I’m not perfect either. Nobody is.’

Marina watched him as he abandoned his journal and crawled over the bed to her. She closed her eyes as his lips brushed against her cheek, trailing down to her jawline, to the collar bone, before kissing her chest.

‘Raleigh..’ she whispered.

‘But you’re mine,’ he murmured, his warm breath tickling her skin. His fingers reached to pull up the vest she was wearing so he could gently kiss her stomach. His lips blazed a trail down her skin, brushing against the waistband of her lace boy shorts, making her jolt.

Raleigh looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. Marina smiled and reached for him; Raleigh’s hands caressed the back of her head as their lips met in an urgent, desperate kiss.

Marina pulled off her vest and reached down to pull down her underwear. Raleigh discarded his clothes too before he stopped to study her. Slowly, his hands ran down her body, gently stroking her skin as he did so.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked impatiently. She really wanted him, right now.

‘I’m losing myself in you,’ he murmured.

He gently pulled her towards him so she settled on his lap; Marina wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly. Raleigh bent down to kiss her cleavage, making her gasp his name. His fingers stroked her inner thigh before finding her centre.

Marina’s head fell into the crook of his neck. ‘Oh god..’

‘You are beautiful,’ Raleigh whispered, his fingers stroking her. ‘You are strong and powerful. You are the most amazing woman and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.’

‘Raleigh-’

She let out a cry as she felt him enter her. He filled her entirely, making her body jerk from the impact. Marina moved her hips against his, pulling a low groan from Raleigh’s throat. His hands gripped her hips as they gathered pace.

‘You make me happy,’ Raleigh breathed in her ear. ‘You make me laugh.’

‘You- you make me happy too,’ Marina whispered, her breath catching. She kissed him hard, sinking into his taste of tobacco and burnt sugar.

‘You’re my Marina,’ Raleigh groaned, increasing the pace. ‘Mine.’

‘But if you leave-’

‘I’m not fucking leaving you ever again,’ Raleigh interrupted, kissing her fiercely. His eyes were black now; black and wild. ‘You’ll always have me. I promise.’

No more words were needed after that. Raleigh and Marina lost themselves in each other.

#raleigh x marina

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dresupi · 4 years

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The Man of My Dreams

For: @ibelieveinturtles Ship: Brock Rumlow/Darcy Lewis Sweetheart Prompt: Heart Throb Word Count: 4,641 Rating: E Other tags: SHIELD Agent Darcy Lewis, Dreams, Crushes, Bachelor Auction, Snark, Companionable Snark, Flirting, Smut, One Shot, POV Darcy Lewis, POV Brock Rumlow, POV Alternating

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DARCY

“So, like… I was having this dream, right?” Darcy began, reaching over to steal a chip from the bag Bobbi had in front of her. “Like, you know I don’t normally have dreams that make any kind of sense. Or that I even remember usually.”

“Right, yeah…” Bobbi nodded, snatching her chip bag out of Darcy’s reach. “But judging by your tone, this one was neither nonsense nor forgettable?”

“Correct,” Darcy said. “It was neither of those things. It was a…” She lowered her voice for the next part. “Sex dream.”

Her friend had no reaction. “So? I have those all the time. Me and Timothy Olyphant tear up the sheets on a regular basis. Sometimes Uma Thurman joins us.”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t about a celebrity though. It was about someone I know.”

Bobbi’s eyebrow twitched an almost infinitesimal amount. “Someone you know?”

“Someone I see on a regular basis. Someone who comes into my office on the regular.”

“You’re about to say it’s me, and then we’re going to find out this has been some straight dude lesbian porno the whole time, aren’t we?”

“No,” Darcy sighed, kicking her under the table. “It’s Brock, you goober.” She’d meant to whisper that last bit. But it all came tumbling out without preamble. “It’s Brock, and I think… I think I’m having feelings.”

Bobbi’s jaw dropped, which was a helluva reaction to get from her assassin-friend. She also scooted the bag of chips back over for Darcy to reach. This was chip-sharing news. It was serious.

“You’re not. You can’t have feelings for Brock. You said it before. He’s hairy and icky.”

“I only tell him that in order to keep his ego in check. Do you know how impossible he’d be if he found out I thought he was attractive?”

Bobbi groaned. “Only too well.”

“Okay, so you know this obviously has to stay between us, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Okay, well…” Darcy chomped down on another chip.

“So you’ve got the full-on hots for Brock now?” Bobbi teased. “Not just an aesthetic appreciation for how long he spends in the gym?”

“I don’t care if he’s shredded like a bag of cheese at a Taco Bell, the most aesthetically pleasing thing about him is that fucking jawline.”

Bobbi inhaled sharply, nodding. “That jawline’s what shreds the cheese at Taco Bell.”

“Okay, so I thought the feelings I got after the dream would go away, but it’s been like two weeks, and they haven’t.”

“You want me to ask Hill to send you to Hawaii or something? You could get a suntan, forget about old whats-his-name. Find yourself a cabana boy. To mix your drinks and toss your salad.”

Darcy had to admit, the offer sounded tempting. But she was happy with what she was doing now. Which was training with Bobbi to become a better field agent and get sent out on more missions. She had the brain for hacking, but she needed the strength so SHIELD would actually send her out to do it. If she asked for a fluff assignment just because she was all gaga over a sex dream where Brock went down on her like it was his job, then well… she probably needed to reevaluate what she wanted out of this job.

There were far worse reasons to ask for a fluff assignment. Hot and horny for Agent Rumlow wasn’t one of them.

“Nah, I should be fine. I might need to go get a massage or something. I could be stressed. They say that sex dreams are never about sex, right? It’s about… something else I’m lacking.”

Bobbi stifled a laugh, but not very well since Darcy could very well hear it. “Yeah. Something you’re lacking.”

“Stop it,” Darcy grabbed the last chip. “I’m gonna book a massage, wanna come with?”

“You know I won’t say no to a spa day.”

“Didn’t say anything about a spa day.”

Bobbi shot her a look. “You’re just gonna get a massage and not get a wrap and a facial?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Darcy pulled out her phone to book appointments on the spa’s app. “Under the usual pseuds?”

“You know it.”

“So, uh… speaking of people upon which we have crushes…” Darcy said, dragging it out in a sing-song way that was annoying Bobbi. She reached for her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“Just say it, you know you want to.”

“How many bachelor raffle tickets are you buying now that Lance is up for grabs?”

“Zero,” Bobbi said with a smirk.

“What?” Darcy followed her out of the cafeteria. “What do you mean, zero? Are you guys over again?”

“Again. For good. Good riddance. I heard Simmons is selling a romantic picnic. I might go for that,” Bobbi said with a shrug.

“Oh? You and Simmons?”

Her friend smiled and mimed zipping her lips. “Nothing to talk about yet, so…”

“Fine, fine. I guess I’ll just languish away in the land of the unknown gossip.”

“Guess you’ll have to,” Bobbi replied, linking her arm with Darcy’s to hurry her up towards the parking garage.

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RUMLOW

Rumlow knew he probably should have either made his presence known or somehow left the cafeteria before Darcy got started in on the meat of her story. But every time he started to move, his chair would squeak, and he knew she’d hear him. Then she’d turn around and be embarrassed. Because, by the time he figured out he should leave, she was already spilling to Morse about her sex dream. About him.

Did it make him a pig if he preened a little because of her dream? Her dream about him? He couldn’t imagine any man in his position could hear Lewis talk about her nocturnal fantasies and not square his shoulders a little. That didn’t make it okay and he knew it. Most men were not the type of person anyone should aspire to mimic. He probably shouldn’t be taking the easy way out and using them to gauge where he was on the dickhead meter.

He stayed stock-still like his years of training prepared him to do. His back was to the two of them, but he could see their reflections in the shiny mirrors placed all over the lunchroom. Probably due to some rule that served to make everyone a little less nervous. Ever since that whole Hydra incident, everyone had wanted eyes in the backs of their heads. Everyone had also given him dirty looks for an entire year after he’d come back to the organization. Even after he’d been outed as a triple agent, they still didn’t trust him.

It didn’t seem to matter if the logistics of him being a quadruple agent were close to nil. But he was digressing.

The task at hand was to wait until Lewis and Morse were finished with their discussion and keep both of them from seeing him folded into a table at the corner, trying to look smaller than he was and blend into the wall.

He was far from the only other person here. In fact, one could wonder why Lewis chose such a crowded room to talk about her little clandestine crush on him.

“So you’ve got the full-on hots for Brock now?” Morse teased.

Rumlow couldn’t see it, but he was fairly certain Lewis was rolling her eyes now. He would be.

They talked for a while longer before they left for a spa day. He had to say, he was relieved Lewis wouldn’t be transferring. He very much doubted a sex dream would account for a transferral across the country like that. Plus, SHIELD allowed inter-company relationships. As long as they were disclosed to HR.

What, did she not think he’d reciprocate? Did she really not know how much he’d give to have her return one of his heated glances? Just one?

He picked up his fork again, swirling it through the leftover mashed potatoes on his plate. Before he could do anything, he’d have to come clean to her. After years of lying to everyone he knew, being truthful was very important to him.

So he’d have to tell her the truth, then he could gloat all he wanted about Darcy liking his chiseled jaw. She liked it a lot, apparently. Even more than his abs. Which he kind of thought was one of his better features. But whatever. He wasn’t about to argue with a lady he found one-hundred-percent fuckable in every single way. Hell, he’d even call her pretty if she asked. How’s that for a supposed dickhead.

Yeah, that didn’t really change anything, now that he thought about it.

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DARCY

Darcy was minding her own business while losing a staring contest with the vending machine because while she was indeed focused inward, it wasn’t on what snack she wanted. Because truth be told, she didn’t really want a snack at all.

Well, she did want a snack, but the snack she wanted was obnoxious and conceited and knew he was a snack and who wanted a snack that knew he was a snack, right?

He is not the snack you’re looking for… she thought, her mental-voice wavering and her mental hands shimmying. She’d make a good Jedi, dammit.

“Hey, you got a second?”

She turned, halfway through assuring the person standing behind her that she’d almost made her selection when she realized that wasn’t what they’d asked at all.

And besides, the snack she wasn’t looking for was behind her. Brock Rumlow and his should-be-illegal jawline were standing there, looking at once lickable and slappable in that confusing way he had.

Sighing, she nodded. “Yeah, I got a few. Whatcha need, Stallone?”

He smirked a kind of a half-cocked, half crooked sort of expression that made him even hotter. If that were possible. Which it apparently was. “Stallone’s looking pretty rough these days, can I choose another actor?”

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “You don’t get to pick ‘em, sorry bout it.”

“Yeah, whatever. Listen… I need to talk to you about something,” Brock began, lowering his voice in a way that both made Darcy have to lean forward, and also tickled her in places she wasn’t about to admit to being tickled by a voice.

“What’s up?” she asked, leaning against the side of the vending machine.

“Look, I saw you in the cafeteria the other day… with Bobbi?”

Alarm flared immediately, her skin heating up and cooling just as quickly. “Oh?” Maybe he hadn’t heard it. Or at least hadn’t heard the whole entire thing.

Oh please Thor, let him not have heard the entire thing. Let the sound of air whistling between his ears have drowned it out or something… please?

“Yeah, I, uh… I should have told you I was sitting there, I’m sorry…” he said, reaching up to scratch the back of his head in a way that at least felt contrite.

“Sitting where?” Darcy asked, her voice sounding shrill and a touch panicky.

“Behind you. I couldn’t see you, so I didn’t even know it was you and what you were talking about until it was too late. I didn’t want to embarrass you so--”

“So you just sat there and listened? Dude! Not cool!”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I’ll bet you had a good little laugh at my expense didn’t you?” Darcy asked, her tone icy and cold. “So funny how I’m all warm for you, isn’t it? Well, suck a dick, Rumlow! You’d only be so lucky.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “Are you done? Because I wanted to have an adult conversation about this and--”

“And nothing. I am done. Do you know? Because it’s not a real crush. It’s just because of the dream. That’s it. It’s going to go away.”

“Oh, is it?” he asked, sounding very much like he didn’t believe her.

But Darcy didn’t really care. Anything was better than having him make fun of her, or worse… having him ‘let her down easy’ or whatever it was he was trying to do.

“Yup. It’s gonna be gone by Valentine’s Day, I can guaran-damn-tee it.”

“By Valentine’s huh? You’d better go out and snap up a date then,” he sneered.

“Maybe I will! Hell, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna buy ten of those bachelor raffle tickets they’re selling around here. I”m gonna buy ‘em, hope and hope and cross my fingers, and if they call my name, I’m gonna hook up with a hottie. You know anyone who’s selling them?”

“I am,” he said smugly. “I’m one of the bachelors being raffled.”

“Awesome. Put me down for ten. I’ll Venmo the money to wherever.”

“They set up a fund. I’ll message you the information…” He pulled out his phone and swiped around until Darcy had a link in her DMs. She immediately sent the money, not looking up at him once. “Thanks. I’ll see you there,” he ventured.

Darcy chuckled. “Not if I see you first, Stallone.”

She wasn’t sure what that was, exactly. But she was embarrassed and had just spent a thousand dollars on bachelor raffle tickets. Someone should take her debit card away when she was like this.

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RUMLOW

The raffle took place the week before Valentine’s Day, and Rumlow had worn his formal wear, like he’d been instructed to. He thought he looked pretty good. He’d even spent extra time on his hair. Well, more time than usual, and that was saying something because he was not born with this volume naturally. It took work.

Raffle cards were drawn by Agent May. With her smirking face, she drew card after card. Some men, some women. Some were people he knew, some weren’t.

And one by one, the bachelors and bachelorettes were chosen, until there were only about five of them left. Himself, Lance Hunter, Mack, May herself, and Simmons.

May drew the next raffle card, and her eyes widened, grinning as she read the name.

“Darcy Lewis.”

Rumlow’s stomach dropped down into his gut. She’d said she wouldn’t choose him. That’s what she’d said.

So why was he so nervous? He shouldn’t be nervous.

Except he didn’t want to see her pick any of the others up here. He could see her picking Simmons just so Fitz wouldn’t have a conniption. Simmons wasn’t a threat per se.

If she picked Hunter, though. Or Mack. Or May.

Rumlow’s stomach settled like a stone in his gut as he watched her make her way up from her seat to the stage to take her pick.

May was grinning between him and her like she was expecting something to happen. He was almost sorry to disappoint her. But it would also be fun to watch Darce subvert May’s expectations.

Darcy was looking between the five of them up here. Rumlow subconsciously reached up to straighten his collar and someone catcalled. At him? He couldn’t be sure.

And when she opened her mouth to speak, he was dreading what she’d say.

“Agent Rumlow, I guess.”

His eyebrows raised in pure surprise, but he was the only one who seemed surprised.

“Certainly seemed to deliberate on that decision,” May teased and nodded in his direction. “C’mon, Rumlow. Tell her what she’s won.”

“I uh… I’ll take her out dancing and for a five-star dinner. I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” he added at the end, to another round of catcalling. He wrinkled his nose. People were gross. “I mean it,” he added. “No sarcasm.”

Darcy tilted her head and held out her hand. Realizing belatedly that he was supposed to take it and vacate the stage, Rumlow stumbled a little as they left the stage and walked back behind the makeshift curtain they had up.

“I thought you weren’t going to pick me,” he said, smirking a little as Darcy rolled her eyes.

“Don’t make me regret my decision. You promised to be a gentleman.”

“On the date.”

“Fine, but no funny business or I’ll cancel the date. I don’t mind donating a thousand bucks to charity.”

“That you didn’t have to bother, I’d have taken you out for nothing.”

“Yeah, I know. But at least this way, you can’t make fun of me for falling for you.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” he countered.

She shot him a look.

“I’d barely do that.”

“I’ll see you on Valentine’s, Rumlow.” She turned to leave. “You’ve got my number.” It was a statement, not a question.

He did have it. And he’d have complained more about their short convo if he hadn’t gotten to watch her walk away. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a ruffled blouse.

Fuck, she was pretty.

There. He was getting better.

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DARCY

Darcy shifted in her seat after Brock had pushed her chair in behind her. The food was already ordered, she’d just come back from the bathroom to find out it had been served.

Prime rib and sweet pea risotto.

Hers was untouched, which… was kind of a given considering that even at his worst, Brock wasn’t an animal who would steal his date’s food. But his was untouched too, which meant he’d waited for her to return.

He’d just taken his seat and scooped up his fork and steak knife, holding them poised as he looked at her expectantly.

“You want me to say grace?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow expectantly. He was Catholic. Or he pretended well. He had that saint on the dashboard of his car. Why did she know that?

He chuckled and shook his head. “Not unless that’s your thing. I was just waiting for you. It’s the polite thing to do.”

“Yeah,” Darcy agreed. “Yeah, it is.” Her voice sounded sour, but she wasn’t sure why.

The date was everything he’d promised it would be. And maybe that’s what was wrong. He was being a total gentleman. And this wasn’t what had attracted her to him. This weird Ken-doll approach to a romantic evening. Hell, she half expected him to have a hot pink Jeep Wrangler when he picked her up. Everything he did felt forced and plastic.

Dancing had been fun, but he had held her a respectable distance away, the only heat she felt was from his hands on her waist. He had this way of looking at her sometimes. The heat barely contained behind those dark eyes of his, and she felt like she was about to combust.

That look was gone. Or hidden, at the very least.

And now they were eating dinner. Well, they were about to, and he was waiting for her to start before he even so much as cut his steak? This was weird. Too weird. She didn’t like it.

“Eat when you want, dude. No skin off my nose,” she reached for her steak knife and began to slice through the prime rib.

It was good. It wasn’t like she was expecting aged prime rib to be bad or anything, but it was really good. She ate too much. But she still tried to eat some of the dessert. It was chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream and some kind of cherry cordial on top. They lit it on fire before bringing it to the table.

And as she and Brock shared it, she caught his eye, their spoons clinked, and she saw an inkling of that heat she’d been missing. He was looking at her like he usually did, not like Date-Brock had been. “You wanna go back to my place?” she asked.

“Well, the date officially ends when I take you to your door,” he said warily.

“Okay, so the date ends and then my good friend Rumlow comes in for coffee at eleven at night for no reason other than I have coffee to make and he’s in the neighborhood? Sound good?”

She happened to know she was fresh out of coffee, so she really, really hoped he’d either settle for tea or realize this wasn’t actually coffee she was asking for.

He swallowed visibly, his throat bobbing before he nodded. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

They left after he paid for the meal. He offered his arm after they put on their coats. She hung on with both hands and could feel his muscles flex even through his coat and suit jacket. The cab ride back to her place was kind of quiet, except for the occasional throat-clearing sound from their driver, who looked as if she was about ten minutes past ready to be home.

Darcy kind of knew how she felt. But for different reasons.

Brock joined her on the ride up to her apartment from the lobby, standing a respectable distance away from her in the elevator and pressing his hand against the doors to allow her to exit first. They arrived at her front door and he held one hand out to kiss the back of hers. She gave him a sweet smile, thanked him for the lovely evening, and disappeared behind her door.

She counted to ten and opened it again. “Heya Brock, wanna come in for coffee?”

“Absolutely.”

She reached out to close her fingers around his tie and drag him back into the apartment after her.

Her heart was thrumming, beating hard and fast as she pulled him close enough for his lips to finally crash over hers. “I promise I wasn’t trying to do this tonight,” he whispered between kisses and shrugging out of their coats.

“Why not?” she asked, grinning against his lips when their teeth clacked once.

“Was trying to be polite,” he replied, kicking off his shoes and following her lips first into her apartment, never breaking the kiss even to talk.

She was working her fingers in his tie to loosen the knot when she spoke again. “I didn’t like Date-Brock, so I hope he’s gone for good.”

“Oh thank god, I didn’t like him either,” he murmured, following her towards the stairs. “Holy shit, your apartment has two floors?”

“Yes, I bought the one above me when it vacated. Now shush and stop being so polite, Rumlow.”

“Look, sweetheart, I’ll manhandle you if that’s what you want, but I ain’t ever gonna shush.”

“Ah, so you’re a screamer?” she teased, inhaling sharply when his hands fumbled at her back for her zipper, found it, and slid it deftly down her back.

She stepped away, her dress pooling around her feet as she stepped back up the stairs, turning at the last second because falling on her ass wasn’t the way she wanted this evening to go.

Maneuvering the stairs was kind of tricky, especially when Brock couldn’t keep his damn hands to himself. He kept running his palm over her ass when she turned to climb up a few steps, popping the elastic in her black lace panties and saying shit in that raspy, sex-drunk voice of his.

“Fuck, honey, you look even better going than you do coming…”

Darcy arched her eyebrow at him. “You haven’t seen me coming yet, don’t get ahead of yourself…”

They were finally at the landing on her second floor. Brock laughed and she tugged him by his waistband into her bedroom. She made quick work of the button and the zipper on his suit pants, and he slid out of them like he was made to do it, crawling up after her on the mattress.

Okay, so his abs were definitely something she’d write home about. Grammy Lewis would have some words about Mr. Brock Rumlow, and none of them were fit for children to hear.

Grammy Lewis wasn’t the mental image she really wanted in her head right now, so she laid back on the pillows and watched Brock’s muscles ripple as he moved above her.

She’d like to climb on top of him, but he never let her get that far, hovering over her and rutting against her hip while his lips did absolutely sinful things to hers. And then down the column of her throat. And then down over her collarbone and then…

He pushed one hand under her breast until the nipple just popped over the lacy edge of her bra. He licked it roughly, wetting the lace in the process and making it rasp over the sensitive peak. Her hands tangled in his hair and he grunted. Growled. Rocked his hips against her until she could feel the stiffness of his cock sliding against her mound.

“Fuck,” she whispered, yanking on his hair and causing him to release her breast. His dark eyes searched hers and she reached down to shimmy out of her panties.

He followed suit, pushing his jockeys down over his hips and kicking them off.

Brock ran his fingers over her pussy, tucking two fingers inside and wriggling them in a very pleasing way. “Fuck me, you’re soaked…”

“I’m trying to fuck you,” she whispered, biting her lip when he pushed one of her legs up at the knee and lined himself up. He was thick, so he pushed in slowly, but when his hips met hers, Darcy gasped.

“You okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning her face.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just fuck me,” she commanded, reaching around to sink her nails into his ass cheeks, relishing the hiss that resulted.

He sat back and extended her leg up so her ankle rested on his shoulder and leaned forward again, his hips setting a grueling pace that rocked her so hard, she had to moan. She couldn’t not moan at this point. One hand snaked between them to her other breast, to push it up out of the bra as well. Once they were both out, they bounced, nipples brushing over lace and making her breath catch as his hips hammered into her.

Their skin slapped and the bed hit the wall, her headboard rattling in time with his hips. He was hitting that spot inside her, the one that made her toes curl and that she couldn’t reach herself unless she had some sort of toy. But this was… god it was so much better.

“Brock,” she hissed. “Please, please, babe… I’m--”

“Almost there?” He grinned and slid his hand down between them to thumb over her clit and push her right over the edge without hesitation.

He must have finished soon after because he was pulling out and ducking down between her thighs to flick his tongue over her clit and make her back arch. His tongue dove down into her opening and when she realized what he was doing, it just made her clench her thighs all the more tightly around his head.

“Jesus, Brock…”

Her second orgasm wasn’t nearly as intense as the first, but she was shaking when he pushed up on his elbows and leaned his head against her bent knee.

“You want one more?” he asked, licking his lips in an obscene way that made her want to say yes, even if her clit couldn’t possibly do anything else without hurting.

“Maybe later,” she said with a sigh, falling back on the pillows as he crawled up beside her.

“You’re right, you know.”

“What?”

“You look better coming than going.”

She would have swatted him, but she had no energy, so she just rolled over and cuddled against his side.

“You’re gonna stay, right?” she asked, jutting out her bottom lip when she looked up at him.

“Not sure it’d be polite,” he teased.

“Definitely stay then. Because your rudeness turns me on.”

“Was I rude in your dream?”

“Yes,” she said with a giggle. “Not as rude as you were just then, though.”

“Sorry, I’ll always ask before oral.”

“You’d better not,” she warned, hiking her leg up and over his hips before settling down.

#Taserbones #Darcy x Rumlow #Rumlow x Darcy #Darcy Lewis #Brock Rumlow #lemon #Sweetheart Prompts #ibelieveinturtles #My writing

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upinthestarsx3 · 5 years

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Off Limits (m) part 4

Professor!Reader x College Student!Jungkook au

Genre: short series|smut|mostly angst|fluff in future|au

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Language and mature content. I guess I should also warn that I love writing stories with no happy endings.

Summary: You’re fresh out of college having just received your masters degree in Math. You begin working at a nearby college and meet your headstrong student, Jungkook. After a drunk hookup; things get complicated.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

‘Are you still not talking to me?’

‘Please don’t ignore me.’

‘Kookie.’

‘Are you going to report me?’

You throw your head down on the kitchen table in frustration, tossing the phone onto

your tiled floor and groaning like a child who was told they couldn’t have chocolate. Why was Jungkook still ignoring you?

You had canceled the rest of last week’s classes, claiming to feel ill when in reality... You couldn’t face Jungkook, not after that day at least.

“What’s wrong? Is your illegal relationship finally catching up to you?” You lift your head to give Gia a cut-eye look. Not this again... Not now.

“It’s not illegal. It’s just...” You trail off, your frown deepening as you take in Gia’s empty facial expression.

She stays quiet for a moment- you can tell she’s thinking of something.

“Look Gia-“ you begin,

“I think you should move out.” She cuts you off, her eyes casting downwards as they begin to water.

“W-What? You want me... to leave?”

“I tried to accept this y/n, I really tried. But every time I think about you two, I think of our freshman year of high school and I-“

“Gia...” you gasp, tears falling from your eyes as you dwell about the comparison she made.

“I am nothing like him!” Your voice booms through the house, the defensiveness in your tone is threatening, but Gia doesn’t budge.

“Really? Because it’s the exact situation.” She snaps back, veins bulging from her neck with her hands held in tight fists by her side.

“You were 14! Jungkook is-“

“YOUR STUDENT!” She explodes. You both stand there in silence, your tense shoulders finally relaxing as you realize this was not something you think could ever be fixed.

“I think I should go.” You whisper, your eyes unable to meet hers as you grab your work bag. You continue,

“I’ll pick up my things after my classes finish, is that okay?” She simply nods her head, turning away to leave the kitchen as she closes the door to her bedroom.

By the time you arrive on campus your makeup is ruined from the tears you were finally able to let out once you were out of the apartment- Gia’s apartment, the place that you called home for years. You pull out your makeup bag and begin doing your best to fix the mess that stares back at you in your reflection. Suddenly a loud knock at your window makes you jump.

“Jesus, Jungkook! You scared me!” You grunt, rubbing the area on your head that you hit on the roof of your car.

“All of those messages and you couldn’t even bother to tell me that you miss me?” He mumbles under his breath. His eyes staring deeply into yours, a look of admiration with a dash of anger.

“I’m sorry.”

“No you aren’t. You’re just worried that I’ll tell.” He rolls his eyes.

“Jungkook, I really don’t need this right now, okay?” His eyes soften when he hears the tremble in your voice. His hand slide their way into your opened window as he tilts your head upwards to get a closer look at you.

“Why were you crying?” He asks, wearing a small pout.

“I’m just stressed out.” You let out a sniffle, trying so hard to hold in tears; but when Jungkook softly rubs your cheek, you lean into his touch and let the tears flow freely. He slowly walks to the other side of your car and you feel it dip with his weight as he sits in the seat next to you.

“Come here.” He coos, pulling you into his arms as he places a hand on your back and the other on the back of your head, embracing you in a tight hug.

“Gia kicked me out.” You whined, wishing Jungkook didn’t have to see you ugly cry like this. You hear him sigh, but he says nothing, so you continue,

“She kicked me out and she thinks I’m some sort of pedophile. She’s comparing me to a man she dated in high school. He took advantage of her! I- I-“

“Shhh. It’s okay, baby.” Your breathing seemed to ease once you heard the nickname he loved calling you.

“So you’re not mad at me about what I said last week?”

“Well.. I’m hurt but I’m not angry. I’m sorry I expected so much this early on. Hey, um... You can stay with me for a bit? If you want?” He suggested.

You simply glared at him in return, “Yeah that would be great! ‘Hi Mr. Jeon! Thank you for letting me stay here, I am also fucking your son.’ Does that seem like a good idea to you?” You snap.

“I live alone, asshole.” He snarled while flashing a small smile.

“Oh. I didn’t know.” To say you felt like an ass was an understatement.

He smirks,“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Leaning in to kiss you, but you push at his chest.

“We’re on campus, Kookie.” You scold, grabbing your work bag from the back seat before getting out of your car with Jungkook following.

“Will you take me up on my offer?” He pushes further,

“I don’t know. I really have a lot to think about. I’ll see you at noon? In class?” You question.

“Sure, babe.” He replies smoothly, turning his back to you, and leaving you stranded with your dreadful thoughts.

Your classes surprisingly went by fairly quickly today, you quietly sat and ate your fruit salad while you waited for the last class of the day to start- your favorite class with your favorite student.

“Good morning, Professor. Hope your feeling better.” Jimin is the first to walk in, throwing you a wink after his comment. You bite back a comeback and give him a forced smile.

“I am, thanks.” You simply tell him.

“Where is Jungkook?” He asks again, and your eyes bulge out at him.

“How would I know? Actually, don’t answer that.”

He gives you a weird look but he stays quiet nonetheless, once he sees the other students begin flood in.

“Okay, everyone. It’s been a while! I’m feeling great, let’s get to work.” You smile.

As the class begins their assignment quietly, you hear Jungkook ask,

“Professor, can you help me with this problem please?” You roll your eyes and walk over to the side of his desk, only to see that he is already finished with the assignment.

“What do you need help with, Jungkook?”

“Number two, can you just look over it please?” You give him an odd look, but you lean in further and begin explaining the method anyway. A few seconds later you feel his hand slide to the back of your leg and then between your thighs. You swat his hand away and he simply lets out a deep chuckle,

“Thanks professor.” He yells to you as you march your way back to the front of the class.

“Okay, guys! Leave your assignment on my desk before you leave, I’ll post the homework online tonight!” You smile as they all begin leaving.

“Finally.” You let out a deep breath.

“Let’s go.” You hear a voice demand, your eyes snap open and you look up to Jungkook who is leaning over your chair.

“Go where, Jungkook?”

“What happened to Kookie?” He laughs.

“Go where?” You ask again, getting annoyed at his repetitive questions.

“Let’s go pick up your stuff from Gia’s.” He tugs on your hand and pulls you up from your chair.

“Oh. I forgot about that.” You try to let out a chuckle, but he could tell you were hurt.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, y/n. You don’t have to do this by yourself.” He whispers with a soothing voice that makes you feel a little bit better about the situation.

When you arrive, you see that Gia’s car is gone.

“Thank goodness, she should be at work by now.” You sighed.

You unlock the door to the apartment and see that your things are already packed. You feel your blood instantly boil.

“Is she fucking serious? She went through my room and packed all of my stuff herself?” You lash out. Jungkook looks as though he wants to say something but for once- he has nothing to say, he’s not sure what he could say in a situation like this; especially since he is in the middle of you and Gia’s falling out.

“I’m sorry.” He offers, you look at him and your eyes soften; you realize how awkward he must be feeling.

“Don’t be. Come on, let’s grab these boxes and go.”

You grab the last box from the counter and your eyes scan a note on the counter that read your name. You open it and see that it’s from Gia, you expected to see a goodbye, or an I love you, at least; but it read ‘please leave the keys on the table’. Jungkook takes the note from your hand and crumbles it, moving behind you to give you a hug,

“Let’s go home.” He whispers, leaving a small kiss on your neck.

When you arrive to Jungkook’s place; you’re shocked. He lives in a luxurious building with a doorman, with people that go to your apartment to clean your home, and there’s even a pool and a gym inside.

You wonder what he thought of when he went to your place- your old place, with the broken front door and old chipped paint in the hallway, no doorman either, but maybe a homeless man that would sleep on the porch from time to time.

“This is a lot.” You tell him shyly,

“In a good way?” He questions with a confused look.

“Oh yeah, it’s just, I’m not used to this fancy way of living.”

“Well, get used to it. I hope you’ll stay here with me for a while.” He gushed, opening the door to his apartment and showing you around. You followed like a lost puppy, consumed by the beauty of his place. You didn’t bother asking how he could afford it- especially knowing who is dad is.

“Hey, look.” He pulls you towards the bedroom,

“I made room in the closet, drawers and the bathroom for your stuff. I mean, it might be better if you unpack, right? If you want to, you don’t have to! I just figured-“ he’s rambling, you cut him off with a kiss.

“Thank you, Jungkook. But I really don’t want to intrude; and I don’t want to move too fast either. This won’t be permanent.” You admit. His shoulders drop a bit, but he nods his head anyway. You speak up again,

“I’m going to go in the shower, I’ll be out in a minute okay? Maybe I can cook something if you’re hungry?” You ask as you make your way to the bathroom.

Once you turn on the hot water- you get into the shower and slide down the marbled tiles until you’re on the floor, just sitting while the water washes over you. You can’t seem to stop all the racing thoughts that filled your head, so much has happened in such a short time. You weren’t used to change- you hated change! What were you doing? You’re naked in the bathroom of a man you’ll be teaching tomorrow afternoon.

You weren’t sure when your sobs became loud, or when your rigid breathing triggered a full blown panic attack. You couldn’t scream for help if you wanted to, it was as if your body wouldn’t allow it. But you didn’t need to; within seconds Jungkook climbed into the shower behind you, he was fully clothed but he didn’t care.

“I’m sorry.” You gasp, still panting and crying.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Come here.” He pulled you close to him, turning off the shower and throwing your towel over you while the two of you just lied there. He rubbed your back until the sobs finally stopped. There was so much you were confused about- but choosing to give Jungkook a chance was not one of them.

“You’re too good for me, Kookie.” You mumble.

“What? Nonsense. You’re perfect.”

“I have baggage. Too much of it. You deserve to be with someone younger and-“

“You’re 26, y/n.” He laughed, “Stop being dramatic.”

“But I feel 45!” You snapped back, the two of you filling the room with loud giggles as you toss around playful insults to one another.

“Okay, babe. You finish up here and I’ll order takeout.” He says, leaving a kiss on your damp forehead and jumping out of the shower as he groans about his wet clothes.

You leave the bathroom 15 minutes later feeling better than you felt the entire day.

“Are you okay?” You ask, Jungkook. Running your hands through his hair as he whines about his photography class.

“I’m not okay, actually.” He cries out dramatically before going on a rant, “I’m supposed to be capturing photos of things that I find meaningful, I’ve tried trees, flowers, places in my house- like aesthetics, you know? And I can’t get anything good. It’s a huge grade and not to sound cocky- but I’m a big deal in that class and I want to keep that standard.” He finally finishes, it takes you a few seconds to reply- you just stare at him adoringly. It was so refreshing that he was still that same know it all college kid that loved doing well.

“Well? What do you say?” You hear Jungkook

Speak up.

You smile at him, “What?”

“You’re meaningful to me.. Can I use you? No face, I promise.”

Your eyes widen a bit, “I don’t think so-“ You cut yourself off when you see his puppy face.

“Fine!” You belt. Taking off your robe to change into actual clothes.

“No! I mean, leave the robe on please. I have an idea.” He pleads.

You eye him for a moment, but you can’t seem to tell him no. He walks in front you, moving you to the bed to get you into position.

His fingers cup your cheek as he stares at you for a moment- he always does this, it made you feel loved, adored even. Something you haven’t felt in a while.

“Okay, do whatever feels comfortable.” He finally whispers. He moves around the bed, grabbing his camera and pointing it in your direction.

You slide off the robe and let it slip past your back, tilting your head slightly to ask,

“Is this okay?” You wonder, your back still facing him while he snaps photos.

“It’s perfect, baby.”

There was something so pure about this moment. It wasn’t sexy- it was art. The way he constantly positioned our body, turned your head in the direction he wanted it in, and how he praised you throughout the shoot, knowing how shy you must have felt.

You hear him place his camera on the desk as he crawls onto the bed behind you.

“You were great.” You just smile and lean your back into his chest. He slowly grabs your robe, pulling it off of your body so your bare.

He speaks up once more, “I adore you, you know that?” You nod your head and suck in a deep breath as he leaves kisses on your neck and shoulder. His hands travel to your breast as he rubs them, pinching your nipples as he gently nibbles on your ear. Suddenly he’s lifting you to the other side of the bed, resting you right on top of him so you’re sitting directly on his growing bulge. He throws your legs over his and spreads them, it’s not until then that you notice you’re in front of a mirror.

“Jungkook-“

“Shh.” One hand holding you down by your stomach and the other slowly rubbing your thighs as he begins grinding up against you.

“Jungkook.” You repeat, but it comes out as a gasp. He rests his head over your shoulder and looks into the mirror, holding your eye contact as he brings his fingers to your wet folds, sliding them up and down as you shake and squirm.

“Look at you. You are so sexy.” He moans, placing two fingers on your clit; rubbing it slowly, savoring the moment while he leaves love bites anywhere his mouth could reach. His moans get louder each time you grind against him.

“What do you want?”

“Finger me.” You tell him bluntly, his eyebrows lift up for a second,

“Will do.” He purred, slipping three fingers into you and pumping them in and out slowly.

Growing frustrated you groan, “Faster, Kookie.”

“Not until I see you see you rub your clit for me.” He watches your reflection as you reach down and begin touching yourself.

When he doesn’t move faster you beg, “Ugh. Faster, Kookie.” He nods and roughly shoves his fingers in and out of you and you continue to grind on him until he can’t take it anymore,

“Fuck it.” He pants, lifting you up to unbuckle his jeans and tugging them to his ankle, allowing you to finish pulling them off all the way. He settles you back on him so that his cock is rubbing against your pussy. You place your hand over his throbbing tip to put more friction on your clit, skillfully rubbing yourself onto him.

“Does that feel okay?” You ask him, he moans even louder and that was a sign of approval to you.

He moves until he’s lined up with your entrance- he doesn’t slide in just yet, he just continues circling the area.

“May I?”

“You may.” And with that he slams into you, you inhale a deep breath and start moving with him, turning your head towards his to kiss him.

“So good, baby. Keep riding my cock.” He continues to praise you. This goes on for a while and you can feel your legs begin to give you. He swiftly flips the two of you so that you’re down on all four with an arched back as he slides back into your heat. His hands stay on your hips, moving to your back from time to time to push it back down each time you tried to lift it.

“F-fuck.” You moan loudly, moving away when the pleasure became too much, but he pulled you back each time.

“Don’t run. Take it.” He demands, grabbing a fist full of your hair and going impossibly faster.

“I’m gonna cum. I-fuck, I’m cumming.” You yelp loudly and it’s the only sound in the room aside from your heavy breathing and the loud clapping from Jungkook fucking you.

He wraps his arms around you, placing the upper half of his body on your back while he continues to hump you, and you can tell that he’s cumming too.

“Oh my God.” You chuckle, still winded as you and Jungkook lie back on the bed after cleaning each other up.

It’s quiet for a while; the two of you just enjoying each other’s company before he conversed,

“You know, I think I- actually, never mind.”

“No, no, no. You already started, now you have to finish!” You hissed.

He let out a laugh and pulled you so that you were lying on his chest,

“Fine. I was going to say that you, um, you make me really happy. And I know that you probably don’t feel as strongly for me as I do for you but I feel like I could picture us getting serious.”

You think for a moment about how exactly you should respond, “I feel the same way, Kookie; and that’s what scares me.” You feel him stiffen a bit at your confession,

“Scare you how?”

“Scare me as in I don’t want to lose everything I’ve worked so hard for.”

“How about we skip the ‘I won’t risk anything for you’ talk, okay?” He cautioned.

“Jungkook, be quiet. What I meant to say, was that I really like you- and I know it won’t end well. What happened with Gia was a warning.” Before he can reply, you both hear the door bell ring,

“About fucking time! Our food is here.” He cheers, looking for his pants before he answers the door,

You push him back on the bed with a laugh and tell him, “I’ll get it, don’t worry.”

You walk to the door, and when you open it there is a middle age woman standing there with no food in either hand.

“Are you the delivery driver?” You question.

She creases her eyebrows as she steps back to take another look at the apartment number on the door,

“Oh sorry, I guess I have the wrong door, I was looking for my son.”

Just then, Jungkook emerges from the room,

“Was it the food, babe?” He asks from behind you before his eyes widen and he continues,

“Mom?”

A/N: I suck at updating. To those that are reading, thanks for being patient.

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sugamoonv · 5 years

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How Rude

Like A Mate Should

Summary: Namjoon and Jin see you being attacked as a godsend. You see it your attack and meeting them as a series of unfortunate events. How unfortunate that you’re their mate.

Pairings: established NamJin / Namjin x Reader

Word Count: 3,360

Masterlist > Next

“What do you mean you’ve never met a werewolf!?”

You were sitting at a round table with a few of your friends. Some eating as a few dishes took longer to cook in the restaurant. You saw each other a lot since you were the same major and thus shared multiple classes and so had made it a thing to eat lunch together after class.

You shrugged and swirled the straw around in your glass of water with your tongue. Your friend, [F/N], stared at you with wide eyes and shook her head in disbelief causing you to laugh and abandon your drink. “What do you want me to tell you? My childhood was very sheltered. My mom didn’t trust them.”

“And what about you?” one of the girls was watching you with a scrutinizing gaze. She was already on edge with the liberal use of werewolf because while it wasn’t considered a slur, it was seen as ignorant and derivative. Shifter was the technical term. Her minor was in Hybrid Law and shifters fell under the umbrella of hybrids since they were cousins to the wolf hybrid. It was highly debated in the field whether shifters were bred from wolf hybrids or if wolf hybrids came from shifters. Experimenting was illegal since they were part human, so it was all theoretical.

You shrugged again, “I don’t know I’ve never met one. At least I don’t think I have? I mean I don’t have any reason to hate them or anything.”

This must have been an adequate enough answer because she went back to her garden salad. You were finally allowed to eat as your usual plate was placed in front of you and the topic shifted off of you back to class.

One by one, everyone at the table paid their portion of the check and packed their food to leave. Two girls shared the same class and so they had to leave right after lunch and everyone else used them leaving as a leeway to leave themselves. Talk about plans of going to the library, dorm, or gym filled the air as chairs were pushed in and backpacks were slung over shoulders.

You waved as you departed in the opposite direction as everyone. [F/N] walked alongside you. You both got caught up in idle chit chat when your shoulder was roughly shoved causing you to half spin to face a man. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your friend to begin walking away. After crossing the road, you glanced back to see the man standing in the same spot you left him with a confused scowl on his face but when he sensed you looking, he looked up from the ground, turned, and began walking again.

You focused back on what your friend was saying with a confused roll of your eyes at the man's strange behavior.

“So I got a date…” you look at her expectantly and grin when you see her eyes light up. After being turned down at a party some time ago and whining about it to her for a couple weeks, she forced you into a dating app. Not to find true love but to have distractions. And if you found true love then that was an added bonus. Her words.

You breathily laughed, “And before you offer to help because I know you're obsessed with those outfit montages they do in movies,” you teasingly point to her, “I already have an outfit picked out and I can handle doing my own makeup.”

“What about your hair?” she raises her eyebrows at you.

“My hair is fine,” you lightheartedly defend yourself, “I don’t want to do anything to it because they’re taking me on a picnic and it’s supposed to be windy that day.”

The wind howled as it whipped your hair about. You cursed yourself for cutting it as it was now too short for you to tie it back but long enough to keep getting in your face. You dramatically pushed another strand out of your eyes and your date laughed at you from their spot on the blanket. A cliche wicker basket full of safe lunch food sat in between you and plastic cups of cheap, sparkling wine was balancing on the ground next to you.

The sun beat down on you. Sitting in the warmth felt heavenly but the hike to the field felt like pure torture. You almost sprained your ankle twice on the rocky trail in the flimsy sandals you paired with the sundress. It was annoying that your date had walked ahead of you the whole time but now that you were sitting, you quickly brushed it off.

“So....what major are you?” you asked the question to break the awkward silence.

Your date seemed to be too nervous to initiate any conversation, but once they were given a prompt, they immediately delved into what they wanted to do with their life and all the things about their major that they’re passionate about. Which would have been nice if you understood a lick of what they were saying. To you, it all sounded like jargon, especially since they jumped into complex topics rather than briefly explaining the basics. It also didn’t help that they spoke while eating so instead of focusing on the words they were saying, all you could focus on was the lip-smacking.

They cleared their throat and took another large bite of their ham sandwich. You glanced at your own paper plate of food in disinterest and slightly pushed it away from you. You sat waiting for them to ask you the same question if not something else but were left hanging as they finished their sandwich and began making another.

You sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity when your date suddenly stood up and brushed their hands together to knock of crumbs. “I really have to go to the bathroom.” They strangely bent their wrist back to point at the line of trees circling the clearing and you nodded. They were halfway to the trees when you looked at their empty cup then the bottle of wine consecutively. Nearly three-quarters of it was gone. Your cup was still half full from when they first opened the bottle.

You gave your date extra time because peeing in the woods wasn’t as convenient as a regular bathroom. But then 10 minutes passed, then 15, then 20, and after 25 minutes you knew they weren’t coming back. Whether that was because they had gotten lost or ditched you was the question.

You abandoned the basket of food and left in the same direction your date went. You should have been sensible and only walked in far enough to still see the clearing, but you stupidly kept venturing further into the woods. Looking either for your date or the path they used to escape. After a few minutes of walking and finding nothing, you turned back to the direction you thought you came from. But after walking a few minutes back to the clearing and seeing no signs of it, panic grew in your chest.

The spot you were taken to had immediately blocked you from getting service. You switched your phone to battery saver mode and pushed back tears before turning and retracing your steps. From the time on your phone, you estimated that you had been wandering around the woods for around an hour.

The more time passed, the more panicked your breathing became as you grew more and more certain that you were officially lost. The ground betrayed you with its soft appearance of dewy leaves, soft dirt, and sporadic patches of grass. What you found that the soil and leaves were hiding sharp rocks and twisted roots from your view and now you were carrying your broken sandals in your right hand. Your dirt covered feet padded along the earth, careful to sense where best to step.

The shadows that came with afternoon began stretching past you. Goosebumps formed your arms in the cool shade. The woods seemed darker than they did at the entrance and the birds didn’t chirp as loudly here. The hair on the back of your neck raised as your body instinctively began scouting for danger in the unmarked territory.

Your frustration quickly transformed into fear as a loud snap sounded from behind you. Then another, and another, and another, each one louder than the last. Your feet carried you away from the source, a quick walk then a full sprint as the snapping behind you picked up the pace with you.

Flashes of red and black flanked your sides as you ran, slowly inching diagonally towards you to cut you off. You pushed your foot into the earth and took off in the opposite direction and while it gave you a second ahead of them, their reflexes were far better than yours and you found yourself in the same situation.

You could feel the heavy thuds of the wolves paws against the soil as they got close enough from you. One wolf moved behind you and its footprints fully replaced yours with their own. The skin on your arms burned from the blood flow and a sharp pang restricted your already heavy panting.

Just as the wolf on your side made a move to knock into you, another wolf smaller than the wolf chasing you smashed into its chest and they became a flurry of black and reddish black fur and teeth.

The wolf behind you saw that it no longer had the opportunity to have fun with the chase as it and its’ partner had visitors. The wolf lunged forward and an intense pain shot up your leg as its teeth pierced your ankle. With the wolf having a hold of your ankle, you lost your balance and only when you harshly landed on your stomach, did the wolf release you to stumble forward before you caught yourself.

Ignoring your ankle, you scrambled back to your feet but once standing, the wolf rammed its shoulder into your body and you were forced back into the dirt. Stars filled your vision as you were thrown about and your body didn’t have enough time to pump blood to where it needed to go.

The wolf lurked so it was standing above you looking down at you. You blinked rapidly and your body froze as you locked eyes with the dark red canine eyes. Its lips slowly turned up into a snarl and you were introduced to the large, pointed teeth. Just as you thought this would be the end of you, the wolf was yanked off of you by another wolf that too was smaller.

This wolf may have been smaller than the black wolf it was fighting, but you could tell that it held more power that it appeared it did. The black wolf was quickly pinned to the ground by the chestnut brown wolf where its’ teeth locked into their neck. Every time the back wolf attempted to move, the brown wolf you give a vicious shake of its head and push the wolf down.

Two hands suddenly appeared under your arms as they scooped you up. As they brought you to stand on your feet, you accidentally put weight on your injured ankle causing your legs to fold under you with a yelp. Luckily, the person behind you was quick to react and caught you before you hit the ground. You tried to look behind you to see who was holding you up but a crick in your neck told you it was a bad idea and so you just kept your eyes forward.

The brown wolf gave one last shake, yanking the black wolf around before it backed off and gave a threatening growl. The black wolf sprang to its feet and ran off. Once it was some ways away, you heard a howl and another wolf joining in, you assumed it was the other that was chasing you. The brown wolf faced you and your nails dug into the arm of the person behind you. You pushed against the person’s chest but for some reason, they refused to move.

You could swear that the eyes of the wolf were human and were staring at you with sympathy. You held your breath as you waited for this wolf to take its turn attacking you but instead, it took a few step backs. The sound of bones snapping made your stomach churn as you gaped at the wolf slowly transforming into a human. When a human man, naked as the day he was born, was standing in front of you with the same colored hair atop his head as his wolf counterpart, black spots filled your vision and you slumped in the arms of the stranger.

“I’m telling you, this is the girl I ran into two days ago.”

“Taehyung, stop. You’re going to hurt her!”

“Stop, I’m not going to hurt your mate.”

“Taehyung, get out.”

The loud slam of a door jolted you awake and you opened your eyes to see two men surrounding the bed your on. One is tending to your leg and the other is sitting by your head and drops your hand once he sees your eyes are open.

“Jin.” the man draws the attention of the one tending to you to your state.

This Jin has black hair and soft, plump facial features with broad shoulders while the other man is thinner and most likely taller. The other man has silver hair and a weaker jawline than his counterpart though it’s still noticeable. Something about the man is familiar to you but you can’t quite put your finger on why nor do you have the time to.

Jin looks up to you while you scoot yourself back. He gives you a large smile that makes you question whether you’ll be leaving this place alive. Noticing your discomfort, Jin drops his smile with an embarrassed chuckle and clears his throat.

“I noticed your ankle got hurt. I was bandaging it wi-”

“Where am I?” you rudely cut Jin off and scoot further away onto the bed away from him.

His lips part in shock and he glances at the other man before looking back at you. He sputters, “You- um, you’re at, um, well it’s a- our,” Jin tries to explain your location with various gestures and eventually looks to the other man for help.

“This is our cabin. We found you a couple miles away from us and you didn’t look to be in good shape, so we brought you here.” He stares at you for a few moments before seemingly shouting, “I’m Namjoon, by the way,” and nervously laughing.

You disregard Namjoon by looking back to Jin. Your eyes flicker as you connect the dots in your head.

“The werewolf,” you whisper. Your head shoots to Namjoon then back to Jin. “I was attacked by two werewolves. Then there were two other werewolves. I saw one shift right in front of me.” Your eyes widen, “Was there someone with me? There was someone else that was with me. Are they okay?”

You keep your wide eyes on Jin waiting for answers. Your eyes are brought to Namjoon as he comfortingly takes your hand. Or at least tries to because to pull yourself away from him. Namjoon uncomfortably laughs and apologizes to hide the pang of rejection.

“That was Jimin and he’s fine. He helped bring you here.”

“He brought....You’re all werewolves.” You eyeball Namjoon with your eyebrows slightly pinched. You catch Jin flinching in your peripheral vision but Namjoon confidently holds your gaze.

You swing your feet onto the wood floor and stand from the bed which causes Jin to panic and runs around the bed to you. He lightly puts his hands on your shoulders to push you back onto the bed but you slap his hands away from him and limp past him.

Jin follows right behind you and reaches out to grab your upper arm, “Wait, wait, wait. You can’t be on your ankle. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Namjoon calmly stands and walks to you and Jin. There’s something profound lurking in Namjoon’s now darkened eyes. Something you have yet to understand. So you yank open the door, nearly hitting Jin in the face and startling some other man that had his ear pressed to the door. You step over the man on the floor and continue to walk away from Namjoon and Jin. Or at least you try to.

By the time you reach the end of the hall, you're using the wall for support and you feel the bandage around your ankle grow wet with your wound beginning to bleed again. The sight of blood sends Jin into a new frenzy and he begins to frantically beg you to go back to the bed, carry you, or even just sit on the floor so he can care for you. He keeps reaching out to you, but his hands stop just short to touching you as so far you’ve expressed your disdain to personal contact. And making you more upset at him is the last thing Jin wants to do, especially since that means you’ll reject him helping you like he should. Like a mate should.

There are three more men watching you leave a trail of blood to the door. None of them look like the man that shifted in front of you.

Right as you reach what you think is the front door, a hand drags you back by your shoulder. You stumble back and nearly lose your balance but Jin is there to catch you. He angrily scolds Namjoon before turning to you as your face is scrunched in pain.

Namjoon taps Jin out of the way to step in front of you. “You’re injured and don’t know where you are. Realistically, how far do you think you’ll get?”

You gawk at the silver-haired man, “How dare you put your hands on me like that!” You shove against Namjoon’s chest creating some distance between your bodies. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You have absolutely no right to keep me here. If I want to leave, I’m going to leave. It shouldn’t concern you how far I’ll get, I can handle myself.”

Namjoon’s jaw clenches and he meets you glare with one as equally angry. “Fine,” he waves a hand to the door, “go then. But first, you might want to clean up your puddle of blood.”

You look down to your feet to see that you are in fact, standing in a pool of your own blood. While you were yelling at Namjoon, you had shifted your weight to both of your feet equally. You hadn’t even realized you had been bleeding this much.

“Enough!” Jin steps in between you and Namjoon. He looks at both of you with a harsh glare but his gaze promptly softens on you.

“I know you want to leave and no one is stopping you, but you honestly won’t last long with that ankle.” Jin softly explains to you. “Let me take care of you for a few days and take time to heal and then one of us will lead you back to the city. I promise we won’t hurt you.”

You blink at Jin then glance around the room to see all the faces staring at you. A blush forms on your cheek and you shift your weight back onto your good ankle. You mull over all the different ways staying with Namjoon and Jin could go before you finally nod your head. Jin lets out a sigh of relief and moves to lift you, but you shake your head at him. You begin limping back to the room with Jin walking alongside you, arms stretched out, prepared for you to slip at any moment.

Well, it looks like you’re going to be staying with the very creatures you were raised to distrust. This could only go so well.

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crossyourheartspreparetodie · 5 years

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When The Brat Decides To Sleep With Me (Pt. 1. May be more in the future. Modern AU. May do canon verse sometime.)

(This is all a certain someone’s fault for their ask...which led me to watch the episode....laugh...and become inspired...too inspired to fall asleep lol XD. Sorry for the shortness).

So usually when it’s “What the ever loving fuck o’ clock” in the morning, you’d expect everyone to be sleeping, right? Yeah, that doesn’t happen...a whole lot...in my house...especially when a certain brat is an insomniac. Now, if I had it my way, I would’ve easily knock that kid out with some of my ‘sleepy-time juice’, but apparently that is wrong. Also, I do not have alcohol in my house anymore because a certain brat got into shit...and...well that’s a story for another day (still have my smokes though! So whatever...still miss my wine though).

Junior can sleep at the drop of a hat and stay asleep (we’ve established this already I’m sure, but just in case you are dropping by rather late-). The brat, can’t and these are just some of the weird ass things/questions he asks me as I’m trying to fall asleep. Read under the cut if you dare.

“Do you think crickets have feelings?” came a soft voice from the small bundle of blankets leaning against my back. The brat was sitting up and staring out my bedroom window. The thunderstorm long past. One of my eyelids popped open and I felt annoyance creep up my spine. Take a deep breath Cross, it’s three o’clock in the morning...you have work together...but you must have patience.

“No. Now go to bed,” I growled out before closing my eyes again.

“Do you think werewolves sniff other people’s butts in their human forms?” came another question.

“Werewolves don’t exist. Go to bed brat,” I growled out without opening my eyes this time. I had no idea where the fuck that question came from...unless Junior showed him a werewolf movie earlier. Fuck if I know.

“Are you sure? What if you’re a werewolf?”

I bit back a growl.

“I am positive they do not exist!”

“You didn’t tell me if you were a werewolf or not. That can explain why you’re so hairy and you shed everywhere-”

I snarled and sat up in bed, knocking the little boy over in my annoyance,” Go the fuck to sleep brat! Don’t you know little boys like you are supposed to be asleep at this hour!? Hell, you were supposed to be in bed at 9 o’ clock and now it’s 3!”

“So you are a werewolf! Can you bite me so I can become one to? We don’t have to tell Lavi. He’d be an awful werewolf,” Allen said, turning over to look up at me, innocently blinking as he totally ignored what I said. My eye twitched in irritation. I have no idea how Tiedoll manages this shit. He has four kids...and I’m struggling with two. Although to be fair, the second one isn’t even really mine!

“I’m not a werewolf and I swear to God Allen if you do not shut up and close your eyes, I will suffocate you with a pillow to make it happen,” I spat, hoping the empty threat would get the kid to at least try to sleep. I mean, it wasn’t the kid’s fault that he couldn’t sleep. It must be lonely to be alone with your thoughts while the whole house is sleeping. Still...there is only so much lack of sleep I could take and these scattered thunderstorms all week were not doing me any favors.

Allen’s eyes narrowed up at me before he blurted out,”Bakanda already tried that many times and it didn’t work. You know for someone who works at the police station you do a lot of illegal stuff.”

“Well he probably did it wrong! Also, news flash, everyone knows I do illegal shit Captain Obvious!”

“Mana said you shouldn’t swear in front of children...” Allen deadpanned.

“You shouldn’t even be awake right now!”

Allen, ever the sass master, responded with,” Well, you shouldn’t be awake now either, but you are.”

“Yeah and it’s your fault!” I shot back. I could feel my eyes burn with how tired I was.

“Well maybe you should’ve made sure I was asleep first!”

“I thought you were!”

“Well I wasn’t!”

“That’s pretty obvious to me now! Thanks!” I said sarcastically.

“Well, what are you going to do about this?” Allen asked.

“Me!? What does this have to do with me!? This is your problem!”

“Yeah, but I’m just a kid. You’re the adult in this situation. You could go back to sleep, but I won’t let you until I sleep. That makes it your problem as well,” Allen stated in a matter-of-fact tone while twisting a piece of his hair around a finger.

“Well then, what the fuck do you want!? I’m not a mind reader damn it!”

“Well it should be obvious...”

......

“It really fucking isn’t”

Allen rolled his eyes in annoyance (like you have any fucking right to be annoyed, kid! You weren’t the one woken up!),”Food!”

Oh...oh yeah....yeah I probably should’ve guessed that. Guess I forgot who I was dealing with here...

“You want me to make you food...at three in the fucking morning!?”

“It could’ve been said without the f-bomb but yeah. I request my emotional giant to make me food,” Allen sassed.

“Make it yourself you diva-”

Then, all of a sudden, I had a flashback to three days ago when Allen attempted to make a salad...and nearly burned the house down (Yeah I know. I don’t know why he thought he needed the stove).

“Well if you insist-” Allen sighed as he got up.

“Nope, never mind. I’ll make you something,” I deadpanned as I got up to walk to the kitchen.

“Carry me?”

“No way! A little exercise will do you some good! Maybe it’ll tire you out!”

(Anyways, I’m gonna try to get my own ass to bed. Hope you enjoy this random drabble!)

#dgm #cross marian #allen walker #I wrote a mini story yayyyy

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101flavoursofweird · 6 years

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Title: Autumn Summary: For all the anguish it has brought her, Flora still loves autumn.

Spoilers: For Curious Village, Lost Future, Layton’s Mystery Journey and possible Layton Brothers: Mystery Room.

Characters: Flora-centric with sibling bonding moments between her, Luke, Alfendi and Kat.

Warnings: Hints of PTSD... and Clive Dove isn’t portrayed in the best light in this fic. (Sorry.)

(More below the cut since Tumblr seems to have banished links to the Shadow Realm.)

Autumn

When she lived in St Mystere, she used to call it fall, like her Papa did.

Papa wasn’t fond of fall. He always made sure Flora was bundled up in layers before they went out. On rainy days, he preferred for them to stay inside. The only places Flora could play were in the manor or by her Mama’s grave. There, the flowers bloomed all year round— even when it got cold outside.

Ingrid said it was a magic garden.

“A secret magic garden,” Flora whispered.

Sometimes, she felt a bit like Mary Lennox. Mary got sick after her parents died. She moved to an English Manor House, befriended the servants and discovered a secret garden.

Flora had her own secret garden, but she wasn’t sick and her papa wasn’t dead...

She was sat reading behind her mother’s grave when the doctor came to visit. Not even her favorite books could comfort her then.

Matthew found her crying over The Secret Garden. Gently, he took the book from her and wiped its tear-stained pages with his handkerchief.

“This is an old book,” he mumbled. “Old... and yet, timeless.”

He studied the text for a few moments, searching for the right words. His eyes were shiny— or was that just the reflection from his glasses? Flora had never seen Matthew cry.

He sighed. “Don’t worry. We can fix it— the… the book, I mean.”

He dried her eyes and helped her blow her nose. On their way out, Flora picked some red pom-pom flowers (‘Dahlias,’ Matthew called them) for her papa. They wouldn’t last long in a vase. She put them by his bed anyway and he said they were beautiful.

Papa promised it was ‘just a cold’. Flora knew he was lying. If it was a cold, Papa wouldn’t kiss her in case she caught anything. But he kept kissing her head and talking till he got too tried.

This wasn’t something Flora could catch. She could only wait.

Even after her papa died, she kept saying ‘fall’ and so did the villagers.

It was only when she came to London that she learned most people called it ‘autumn’ in Britain. Luke was the one who corrected her.

The two of them had been walking home from school. (She actually went to the girls’ school but Luke liked to meet her on the way home, even more so when the darker evenings crept in.)

Flora’s day had been fine. The other students and the teachers were helping her settle in, but she still had lots of studying to catch up on since she had started late. That meant extra homework and tutoring sessions with the professor.

Flora let her mind wander. She relied on Luke to lead her up a road lined with horse chestnut trees.

“The trees look so pretty in fall...” Their leaves were either orange like the professor’s shirt, or rusty red like robot gears.

“Fall?”

Luke exclamation pulled Flora from her daydream.

“Um, you know... Fall. After summer, when all the leaves fall off the trees.” She pointed at a pile of leaves beside them on the pavement.

“Oh!” Luke kicked up the leaves. “You mean autumn!”

He was showered with leaves and Flora snickered. “Careful, or you’ll get lost in the leaves!”

Laughing, Luke chucked a ball of leaves at her.

She squealed and swept them off her school uniform. (Rosa had ironed it specially for her!)

“Luke!”

He gasped as if he had mortally wounded her. “Sorry! That was a bit rough—“ He got a face full of leaves. “—Ow... I think you threw a conker at me.”

“Conkers!” Crouching, Flora picked up the spiky green shell. She inspected it as a jeweler would an emerald. “Bruno used to make them for me— I mean, put them on a string— and we had conker tournaments. The villagers always let me win, though...”

Everything had seemed so simple back then. She smiled nostalgically the conker shell.

Beside her, she heard leaves crunching. She turned and her eyes widened.

“Bet you’d never beat me.” Luke was on his knees, holding a conker under her nose. “I was the best conker player in Misthallery!”

Flora’s smile became a smirk. “Really? Is that a challenge?”

Her conker would be... unconquerable. She had everything she needed at home: String, glue, a miniature drill she’d ‘borrowed’ from Bruno...

While she planned her conquest, Luke had been stuffing his satchel and coat pockets with conkers. He leapt to his feet and took off like a greedy squirrel. “Bagsie asking the professor for help first!”

What ever happened to ladies first? “Luke, wait up!”

These days, Luke called it ‘fall’. A warm smile enveloped Flora’s face as she read his latest letter. Who was this mysterious girl he couldn’t stop gushing about…?

Her fantasies of Luke’s possible-girlfriend were dashed by the slam of the front door. Her thirteen-year-old brother squelched into the kitchen. He’d been trying to grow his hair out but he currently looked like a drowned rat.

Flora snorted. “Did you forget your brolly?”

“Did you forget you don’t live here anymore?”

Flora didn’t take offence at the extra dose of venom in his voice. School had just started again and it was coming up to that time of year…

“I had a letter from Luke that I wanted to show the professor.” She stretched in her chair and yawned, “Are your joints meant to feel this stiff in your mid-twenties—?” She caught herself when she realised that, oh lord, she sounded like Dahlia. Dahlia would moan whenever her joints needed oiling or her perfect skin needed a polish or the colour was fading from her hair… All while eighty-year-old Bruno toiled away and Flora continued to age.

With age came agency. With each new trial life threw at her, Flora accepted that she couldn’t fuss over the little things.

This was a lesson Alfendi still had yet to learn.

Having ripped off his waterlogged shoes and his backpack, Alfendi raided the fridge.

“I made pasta salad if you want some—“

“Hell, no.”

“Language.” (Kat was out with their father, but still...)

Alfendi groaned, “Who ate all the leftover pizza?”

“Probably Emmy, if she stopped by.”

Alfendi’s scowling face emerged from the fridge. “Not helping.”

“Don’t snap at me just ‘cause you got caught in the rain,” she retorted.

It wasn’t just that, she knew, but she sat in silence as Alfendi fished a soaking, illegible newspaper out of his pocket and held it up to her. “The forecast said it would be dry today. There was only a 35% chance of rain!”

“They can’t always be accurate.”

“Well, they should be!” He pounded the wet paper into a ball and hurled it at the bin. (It landed just next to the bin with a sad ‘plop’.) “Why can’t the weather just make up its bloody mind?” he snarled, swiping wet hair out of his eyes.

The British weather was beyond Flora’s control, but she could at least do something about Alfendi’s hair. “Give me a minute.”

While Alfendi changed into some dry clothes, she nipped up to Kat’s room to grab a brush and a pink bag of hair accessories.

“This is a waste of time,” Alfendi grumbled. Still, he sat obediently as Flora dragged the brush through his wavy hair, taming it into a low ponytail. She offered to add a purple ribbon, so he’d look like a fairytale prince, to which Alfendi told her something very inappropriate for a prince. He was, at least, satisfied with his ponytail as it was ‘practical’ and kept his hair out of his eyes.

The next time Flora visited the house, she found Alfendi plaiting Kat’s hair. Apparently, a little boy had pulled Kat’s hair at the playground...

“Do you want me to plait your hair next, Al?”

Keeping hold of Kat’s plait, Alfendi turned to glare at Flora. “Get lost. Kat’s going to do my hair.”

“Yeah, get lost, Floor,” Kat said.

The thought of ‘getting lost’ would have terrified Flora years ago. Now, she just burst out laughing.

In October, Alfendi was promoted from hairstylist to ‘Halloween wardrobe stylist’. He helped Kat put together a spooky outfit every day. Some were inspired by Kat’s current fixations: The little witch from her favourite book, Tigger from The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh and Sesame Street’s Cookie Monster. (Kat saw this as an excuse to eat as many cookies as she liked.) Then there were Kat’s villain ‘disguises’, from Descole to Don Paolo. Alfendi drew the line at Bill Hawks. Not because it would be ‘offensive’— Hawks was the butt of many jokes in the Layton household— but because they all knew who came after Bill Hawks.

There had been… impersonators every year since Clive Dove’s attack, rather like the clown craze that followed a certain Stephen King novel. None of them copied Clive’s methods, as far as Flora was aware. They were just out to scare the public. That was traumatic enough if you had suffered at the hands of Clive… but what if you bore a striking resemblance to him?

Much to Kat’s dismay and Flora’s relief, Luke couldn’t make it back for Halloween this year. He was off solving another mystery. Flora hoped he wasn’t alone.

There hadn’t been any ‘Clive Dove sightings’ on the news lately, but Flora still insisted Emmy should go trick-or-treating with Kat and Alfendi. Flora would have accompanied them herself had she not been invited to a Halloween party by Kuri, her closest friend from university. They hadn’t seen each other for months, so Flora was very grateful for Emmy’s assistance. Emmy was over the moon because it meant she got her own share of treats. Alfendi, for once, didn’t argue.

He was content to dress as a vampire rather than some nightmarish movie villain. Kat went as a literal cat, complete with a tail, a cute red bow and bag of garlic to chuck at Alfendi. Emmy was Batwoman.

They all made it home safe and stuffed with sweets. Flora phoned at ten to check on them and to let them know she was staying at Kuri’s flat.

“Enjoy yourself,” Emmy chimed over the phone. Hopefully, Flora’s creepy doll makeup would hide her flushed face from Kuri.

In the following days, Alfendi knew Flora was hiding something, though he didn’t pry.

As soon as the holiday was over, he withdrew to his room. Halloween couldn’t cure the bitterness that had been festering inside him like a pumpkin left to rot.

Flora would take Kat out whenever Alfendi started shouting at their dad. (“WHY DO YOU KEEP VISITING HIM?”)

Bonfire night was the worst.

They had arranged to see the fireworks at Gressenheller. Flora had arrived at the house to find the professor comforting a tearful Kat. Alfendi had snapped at Kat when she kept asking why he wasn’t coming with them.

The professor had tried talking to Alfendi, tried getting him to talk to someone, to no avail. Flora told the professor to go on ahead with Kat. She could handle this.

When she tapped on Alfendi’s door ten minutes later, he barked, “Eff off—!”

“It’s me.”

Silence. Flora waited. She heard a firework explode outside. Then, a smothered whimper from Alfendi.

“Al...” she said softly. “I’m coming in, okay?”

Alfendi didn’t turn her away. She opened the door. Since Flora had moved out, Alfendi had claimed the biggest bedroom. (It stank of coffee now…) She used to tease Alfendi about how he was always holed up in his ‘cave’, but his ‘cave’ was the tidiest area in the house, as opposed to Kat’s toy-strewn room or the professor’s office. It was also very well-lit for a ‘cave’; the ceiling light, the lava lamp and his computer screen were all on.

Alfendi had been lying facedown in his purple beanbag. He sat up awkwardly and Flora saw he was wearing a pair of fluffy white earmuffs.

His eyes were red and his nose was running. Sniffing, he took the earmuffs off and tossed them at Flora. “Can you give these back to Kat?”

Another explosion went off. Alfendi flinched.

She nudged the earmuffs back to him. “You can keep them for now. I’m sure Kat won’t mind.”

“Is she ok?”

“She’ll cheer up when she sees the fireworks.”

He put the earmuffs back on, clamping his hands over them until the next firework had passed. “Weren’t you going with them?” he asked eventually.

The plan had been to meet Kuri there. Flora was going to introduce her to the professor and Kat.

But Flora shook her head at Alfendi. (Kuri would understand— she had practically raised her twin brothers.) “Nope,” she said. “I think The Muppet Movie is on... Want to watch it with me?”

The two of them curled up on the settee and she put the T.V. volume on full-blast. It was so loud that the professor, Kat and Kuri heard The Rainbow Connection on their way home.

Per usual, Alfendi didn’t join them for coffee but he said he would pop over to Flora’s after work. That was... sociable of him.

Kat thought it had something to do with his new assistant, Lucy. Frantically, Flora phoned Kuri and asked her to tidy the living room because Alfendi might be bringing a friend with him. Kuri made no such promises but she would made plenty of stew.

Flora thanked her, hung up and informed Kat they were having stew for dinner.

Kat squinted at Flora over her Pumpkin Spice Latte. “Are you quite sure your wife isn’t a witch?”

Flora chuckled, “Why would you think that?”

This was the question Kat had been hoping for. She launched into a retelling of ‘Katrielle and the Witch Wife’. That spark in her eyes, her exaggerated gestures, the way she took bites out of her chocolate muffin in-between... She looked so much like Luke. Flora remembered him describing his own encounter with a ‘witch’— back when he first met Professor Layton.

That part of their lives, much like Autumn, had ended too quickly. Now, some days, it felt like they were caught in an eternal Winter. The professor was gone, along with Luke. Alfendi was more distant than ever...

But she still had Kat.

Story complete, Kat leapt to her feet. There was a pair of fluffy boots in the autumn sale she wanted to buy. Of course, she secretly hoped Flora would buy them for her. Flora was happy to oblige, because that’s what big sisters do.

#professor layton #flora reinhold #luke triton #Alfendi Layton #Katrielle Layton #matthew #baron reinhold #autumn #PL fanfic #My writing #This is also on AO3 #Slight Flora/OC #fluff and angst #Flora is the best big sister

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