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haesunflower · 9 months

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moments that makes everyone think you're dating (zb1).....₊˚⊹♡

genre: fluff/comedy

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x zerobaseone

about/tags: you're not dating, but everyone seems to think you are? hmm i wonder why?

just cute things hehe...

⠀⠀♡ kim jiwoong ♡ ⠀⠀

for some reason, you are always invited to movie night at the dorms

the boys initially teased jiwoong, but you cleared the air and told everyone that you were just childhood friends and you've never dated

the boys reluctantly accept the story

but your legs are always intertwined at the couch, and your head is always finding comfort on his chest, and his arms are always draped around your figure

members are dumbfounded, confused, then disgusted. friends??? always holding each other like that??? in front of us????

taerae who was getting popcorn, throws a singular piece to the both of you after he sees jiwoong nuzzling his nose into your hair

"the both of you...get a room please we're trying to enjoy the movie"

"you're just jealous taerae" you snipe back, throwing back the popcorn piece

jiwoong giggles and says "taerae-ya if you wanted to be cuddled you could have just said so"

everyone in the room is laughing except for taerae

⠀⠀ ♡ zhang hao ♡ ⠀⠀

you're his lockscreen in one of his many phones

when members would ask who that is – gyuvin, ricky, and yujin (the ones that have known hao the longest) would snicker and giggle, egging the question on and insinuating that you're hao's significant other

"oh, that's y/n. my best friend from when I was in school"

"best friend huuuhhh" gyuvin teases, raising his eyebrows up and down

hao throws a pillow at gyuvin to get him to shut up

one time, ricky caught hao going through your old pictures together and compiling it for a sweet birthday message he was gonna send to you

best believe that ricky immediately informed gyuvin and yujin about what he was doing and he got teased relentlessly that day

the 3 other yuehuaz end up gossiping to the rest of the members that they have in fact, met you in person and that you are in fact, insanely gorgeous that hao is out of your league and that in fact, gyuvin said he found you stunning and hao in fact, gave gyuvin the silent treatment for 2 weeks.

⠀⠀ ♡ sung hanbin ♡ ⠀⠀

hanbin asks for your help often to meal prep and cook at the dorms with him – it's mostly stuff that can be frozen and reheated for the week so that the boys have healthy homecooked meals to enjoy

it's grossly domestic, you'd think the both of you were in a long term relationship

sometimes, the members catch you feeding each other

hanbin would blow gently on the spoon before catching your attention by tilting your chin upwards, "how does this taste?"

he brings the spoon to your mouth and he beams when you smile and give him a thumbs up

in the summer, the kitchen gets too hot so you find yourself dabbing at hanbin's forehead sweat while he stirs the sauce

he shoots you a grateful smile, cheek dimples on display

"god, are you two married or what?" jiwoong grumbles as he passes by

you two just chuckle

⠀⠀ ♡ seok matthew ♡ ⠀⠀

you're his gym buddy and actually no one knows that you exist up until a few members started asking matthew if they could join him at the gym

you always greet matt so cheerfully, giving him a hello hug (you're both foreigners)

every time you finish a set you guys high five one another, and if you lack motivation he'll say something like: "one more set and i'll give you a reward"

"oh yeah like what, matt?"

"guess you'll have to finish up and see" 😉

harmless flirting is an effective motivational tool for the both of you

the rewards range from: a pre-workout smoothie treat or a signed photocard of himself haha

gunwook and jiwoong once caught matt staring at your ass :D not his fault your ass so fat :D

so it comes as a shock to gunwook when he hears you answering a phone call from your boyfriend, right after the three of you finished a circuit

when you leave, gunwook turns to matthew and says "she has a boyfriend? i thought you were the boyfriend!"

matthew has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face and says "nah we're just friends" and takes a sip of his water

⠀⠀ ♡ kim taerae ♡ ⠀⠀

he's like your driver, and you're the ultimate passenger princess/prince

taerae rushes out of practice the moment it's over "sorry guys gotta go, y/n is waiting for me to pick them up from school"

matthew calls taerae out for being a simp, while hanbin scolds matthew to leave the loverboy alone :(

taerae has no time to correct hanbin and just rushes out of there

he doesn't like making you wait after all!!

whenever it starts to rain too, he would leave the dorms telling members he's running an errand, when everyone knows he's just going to where you are so you don't have to commute in the rain

one time, taerae and hao were out to run an ACTUAL errand when you called him in a panic to ask if he was in the area – you were drenched in the rain and your phone was about to die

taerae of course, said he would come get you :) he also made hao move to the backseat so you could be right next to him :)

⠀⠀♡ ricky ♡ ⠀⠀

he's always on his damn phone, grinning from ear to ear or giggling to himself

when members ask him what's so funny, his face goes back to neutral and says "nothing"

the members don't know who he's texting and facetiming

while you were talking on facetime, ricky left his phone on the kitchen counter so he could make himself some food, and gyuvin took this as an opportunity to snatch his phone to figure out who you were

gyuvin was so quick, ricky didn't even realize it happened

gyuvin brought the phone to gunwook's room where they eagerly said hi and introduced themselves, then continued to ask you a bunch of questions like "how did you meet?" "how long have you been dating?" "what do you like best about ricky?"

i mean, you could answer all the questions but you had no time to – as ricky busted the door open and snatched the phone back

"sorry about that y/n, my members obviously don't have any common courtesy"

"haha it's fine ricky, they're very cute"

"cute??? cute you find them cute???" ricky sounds offended as he walks away from the two other members, shooting them a look and faking a punch

⠀⠀♡ kim gyuvin ♡ ⠀⠀

any free time he gets, he visits home so he can spend time with eumppappa

both you and gyuvin were the dog sitters and dog walkers for your building before he debuted

but he's getting a little busier nowadays, and his visits to his family home have been less frequent

you decide you'd walk eumppappa and your dog aiki to gyuvin's dorm for a quick visit, which has then become weekly tradition

the members just assume you're his significant other with how often you visit with his dog

that, and the fact that gyuvin refers to you as "eumppappa's eomma" and you refer to gyuvin as "aiki's appa"

the members don't know it's because you bought the dogs together

whatever tho, everyone thinks it's so cute

⠀⠀♡ park gunwook ♡ ⠀⠀

he's inserting you in the conversation any chance he gets

like when the boys are just playing overwatch or league of legends gunwook goes "ahhh i should invite y/n to play"

or when gunwook is trying food from a new restaurant he would excitedly take a picture and say "y/n would like this i should send some to her"

or when he's out shopping he would say "this would look so great on y/n"

or when he's helping yujin with school and he surprisingly doesn't know the answer, he says "y/n would know this, hold on let me ask"

again, every chance he gets. your name is mentioned. he's like an excited little puppy when your name gets mentioned by other people too

example, "gunwook i got ice cream - maybe you can share with y/n" and then he's bolting to his phone asking you to come over

the older members thinks it's adorable, how much he likes you

and when you actually meet the members clad in gunwook's sweater they all come to the conclusion you feel the same way for him

A/N: i missed writing and being delulu

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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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Can You Keep a Secret?

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Fluff, touching, breast play, Neteyam, and reader are 22, Lo’ak and Kiri are 20

~Proofread- no

~Summary-Kai and Neteyam are in a secret relationship

Note: a lil sum while I write outcast p2 :)

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“Teyem don't leave a mark,” you giggled as you watched the boy whose mouth was full of your breast. The boy sucked harder, dragging a moan out of you. You started grinding into him, and his grip became tighter, “fuck, Kai keep doing that and I’m going to fuck you.”

“I wish you would, I know you’d have me mewling on this floor, wouldn't you?” you grinded faster, leaving a wet spot on the boy’s loincloth. “You know I’d fuck you-,”

“NETEYAM.”

His name rang through the forest, you quickly stood up putting your top back on. He quickly stood behind you, attempting to hide the hard-on you caused.

“Neteyam, we have been calling you for the last hour!” Kiri came out, and following her was Lo’ak who seemed annoyed to be there. But that annoyance was quickly replaced by amusement when he noticed you were there. “Sorry, we got carried away,” Neteyam said smiling. You sighed heavily, that's the best he could come up with?

“Doing what?” you laughed uncomfortably, “just watching the sky,” they both shared a look, “we can see that big hickey Kai,” you immediately moved your hair to cover anything up. Neteyam moved forward about to speak up, “you two realize how much trouble this can cause?” Kiri spoke up, “I mean if mom found out you two were doing this, she’d skin you! Neteyam, you know you can’t do such things unless-.”

She froze as a smile covered her face, “you both have mated with each other?” your blush deepened on your face as realization hit the girl. Neteyam nodded, “we are mated,” his hand went around your waist and you fell into his embrace. You imagined telling everyone differently, not by being caught during a make-out session. “Listen, you guys can't tell a soul,” you pleaded stepping forward and grabbing Kiri’s hand. “Don’t worry we won’t say anything!”

Lo’ak said as his smile widened, “where's the fun in that?” you and Neteyam shared a groan, this boy was about to make your life miserable.

“Kai, can you braid my hair?” it had been only a week since Neteyam and you were caught. And it has been a week of hell. Lo’ak used this secret as leverage over you both, forcing you to do his evil bidding. Neteyam constantly had to do Lo’ak’s chores while you made him his favorite meals. The list could go on, whatever Lo’ak wanted, he got.

Today, you and Neteyam finally caught a break, playing around and cuddling when his question was asked. “Lo’ak I promised to do it, after hanging out with Neteyam,” you forced a smile while Neteyam glared at the boy. His brother was a major cockblocker. “Well, I bet mother and father would not mind hearing how their oldest son is mated.”

The boy ran off, causing Neteyam to chase him, “Lo’ak stop!” you both chased him back till he stopped where Jake and Neytiri sat, “what's the matter?” The woman asked to which you responded quickly, “I was just about to do Lo’ak’s hair!” You smiled brightly as Neteyam held a death grip on Lo’ak, “isn't this right baby bro?” Lo’ak nodded while getting out of the grip. That boy was going to be the death of you both.

Jake and Neytiri are not dumb. Well, all of Lo’ak’s chores were always done, so it didn't take long to piece two and two together. Neytiri noticed how if Lo’ak asked something Neteyam always did it with hast, or how you always made him food. She believed it must be been you both losing bets, but it continued.

Like all things, they’d eventually learn the truth. You all sat down to eat dinner when Lo’ak started up, “where’s the sauce?” Jake looked up, “Tuk just finished it,” Lo’ak smiled looking at you and Neteyam, “Neteyam can you go get some more?” Neteyam, who was lost in his food, responded as he’d normally, “no, you go get it.”

Lo’ak let out a loud laugh. Your heart stopped momentarily as you stood up quickly, “I'll go get it!” your feet moved quickly, “you should treat me nicer, I bet mom would love to hear about your secret!”

Neytiri’s eyes bore into Neteyam, ‘what secret?” you walked into the room handing Lo’ak the sauce. “Kai, is there something I should know?” You stopped breathing, is this the moment you get killed? “Mother, me and Kai have mated before Ewya!” the room fell silent as you sat next to Neteyam. Everyone’s eyes fell on Neytiri and Jake. “So that means we're sisters right?” Tuk chimed in looking at Jake, “when did this happen?”

“Two weeks ago,” you spoke up as Neteyam grabbed your hand, “took you long enough,” Jake snickered before putting more food into his mouth. Neytiri nodded as she stood up, “we must hold a celebration!” she clapped as she grabbed you and hugged you, “a gift straight from Ewya!” confusion laced your voice, “you're not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? My son has found the perfect mate! I’m shocked it happened so soon, he is a chicken!” You laughed, “no, I’m not!” he stood up snatching you from the woman’s grasp, “we will throw a celebration, our next leader has finally found his mate!”

You beamed at Neteyam, “I knew they’d be happy!” Neteyam said make you roll your eyes, “no, you didn't.”

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I had this idea ALL DAY! So decided to write it out, don't worry I’ll fix it tomorrow! Hope you enjoy!!

#avatar way of water #neteyam #jake sully #avatar #avatar loak #neteyam x y/n #loak x reader #avatar tuk #avatar smut #neteyam smut

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madhatterbri · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Game | C.C.

Summary: Going to Valentine's Day hockey game as friends. Only as friends, of course, and nothing else. 😉

I changed it a little bit cause I had an idea pop in my head, and I really like it. Sorry if it isn't what you envisioned.

Requested by: @adamcolesbaybay

"We are just friends," you reminded your friend for the hundredth time. She didn't believe you. It's just a hockey game that happened to be on Valentine's Day. This was no big deal. He has season tickets, and one of his friends backed out.

"Then why is my friend putting on makeup for a friendly outing?" Your friend asked, eyeing you suspiciously. She had a fair point. Makeup was a very rare occasion for you. Most of the time, you dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top. You opened your mouth to defend yourself yet checked the time.

"Would you look at that? I gotta go," you sang. Your friend rolled her eyes at you.

"This isn't over. I'll call you tomorrow. Have fun," she told you.

You hung up and finished getting ready in peace. After a few minutes, chimes rang from your alarm system to signal a visitor. You looked on the screen to see Christian walking towards your front door. You opened the door. "Surprise,"

"I could say the same for you," He moved his hands from behind his back. A bouquet of red roses appeared before you. He had a sheepish smile on his face. Your eyes widened in shock.

Friendship flowers, you immediately thought, definitely friendship flowers. Maybe it's a Canadian thing.

"They are beautiful," you gushed and grabbed the flowers from him. The smell of roses happened to be your favorite. "Come in. I'm going to put them in the vase,"

He stepped inside and followed you to the kitchen. You grabbed a vase from the cabinet and filled it with water. Your eyes wandered over to him. He was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt and jeans.

"Should I change? You look so prim and proper, and I'm dressed like a hockey fan," you laughed and looked down at your Tampa Bay Lightning jersey and jeans. You placed the flowers in the vase.

"You look fine, good, great even. You look great," he complimented, catching himself stumbling. Christian rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He tried to change the subject. "We should go,"

The drive to the arena was filled with excitement about the game. You noticed all his nervousness washed away when the two of you talked about similar interests. Both of your arms rested on the arm rest. Your fingers brushed together. Neither of you even bothered to move.

"And here we are," he spoke, pulling into a parking space. He looked at you, holding his gaze while you turned to look at him.

"Is there something on me?" You asked, pulling the car mirror down to check your face. Your makeup still looked flawless.

"Nah, I'm just really happy you agreed to go out with me," he answered softly. You could see the sincerity in his eyes.

The two of you walked inside the arena. The place was a little quiet, given that it was Valentine's Day. You stood in line to get drinks and snacks. He paid for you despite your insisting that you could pay for yourself. You promised you would pay for the food at the next game. He loved the sound of their being a next one.

The game was just about to start when you sat in your seats. You couldn't remember the last time you went to one this exciting. For a holiday of love, there were plenty of fights on the ice. The refs were certainly working for their paychecks today. Both sides seemed to be more focused on beating each other up than playing.

His eyes lit up, and he smiled every time you got into the match. Your arms rested on the armrest with your fingers close together once more. You shivered, feeling the spark from your fingers touching. He frowned and looked at you in concern.

"Are you cold?" He asked. You nodded, trying to recover from looking like a spaz. He moved his arm away from the armrest and pulled you close to him. He rubbed your upper arm as the two of you continued to watch the game. "Better?"

You could barely hear him with how loud your heart pounded in your chest. Maybe this wasn't two friends with some serious tension just enjoying a hockey game. Your face paled, realizing how blind you are, and nodded.

All the good morning and good night calls and texts. The witty banter and going back and forth. The comfort the two of you had at your body's touching. The way his eyes would linger on you and allow you to catch him watching you.

Here goes nothing!

You rested your head against his shoulder. He rested his head against yours. His lips brushed the top of your head. Your fingers locked together. His thumb traced small circles against your skin.

The two of you remained this way throughout the game, never wanting to part. When it was clear, the Tampa Bay Lightning was going to win the two of you left. You walked out of the arena hand in hand towards his car.

"You know, I think we could make a pretty great team. We should stick together," he smiled and leaned against his car. His hand letting yours go. You scrunched your nose and smiled.

"You belong in the penalty box for that one," you giggled and leaned against his car next to him. Your eyes locked, and the two of you kissed softly.

#fanfiction #aew fanfiction #christian cage x reader #christian cage fanfic #christian cage x y/n #christian cage x you #christian cage fanfiction #valentines day prompts

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littlelesbinonny · 6 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 31: In Which A Mishap Leads to Something Soft

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"Well did ya send anyone in???" Karl interrupted.

"The cave is still extremely compromised, until we really have -"

"C'mon man! You've got a lead and you're just sittin' on it?!"

"HEISENBERG! CONTAIN YOURSELF BEFORE I FORCEABLY REMOVE YOU FROM THIS MEETING!" Alcina shouted while slamming her hands down on the table.

This wasn't the first time he'd interrupted Dmitri and her nerves were running thin as it was, Karl's outbursts and usual aggressiveness was only pressing them thinner.

"Let him finish," she barked, ever so slowly leaning back into her chair, "please, continue Dmitri."

There was a muffled clearing of a throat on the other end of the speakerphone, "As I was saying, we're unsure if this new tunnel is a result of the cave-in itself simply exposing an underlying naturally made cavern, or if it's made by man, or other beings, as it were. We're executing the utmost safety measures since we don't know what is down there or if the threat of another cave-in is possible. Our sources are limited where we are but Sylvia affirms the lycan forces are sending up a few of their most agile members for the task, who will join our own as we proceed."

"This doesn't bode well for activity; Dmitri, you're sure there's been nothing come out of there?"

"Well... if it has, we've not seen anything and everyone is still alive, so we have that going for us."

Alcina was normally on board for jokes, however today was not one of those days.

"You're how many men strong?"

"Currently 57."

She sighed and rubbed her temples, "I want word the moment you know more about this, and I want everyone armed to the teeth," her sights darted for Karl, "Heisenberg, wipe the snivel off your face - can you equip them with more artillery?"

"Duh," he snorted, "I'll deliver myself."

"Good. Donna, you and I will prepare here; I want Mateo, Gerard, and Elina ready at a moments notice to leave with me and a small crew if necessary."

"Understood," she replied, "I will contact them immediately."

"Dmitri..."

"Yes, my lady?"

"Anything unusual, and I mean anything, I trust your judgment to make the call to fall back... and I demand that you do. I don't want anymore losses."

"Understood."

Karl's muttered grumbles at the talk of 'leaving with their tails between their legs' was ignored and the conversation was over shortly after. Everyone was in agreement that while nothing had come to fruition with this new discovery, yet, the option to be best prepared and not need it outweighed complacency.

Donna brought in Elina, Gerard, and Mateo and in the depths of the Beneviento study a plan was devised for a swift departure. Karl had left in a sour mood but was leaning on the side of excitement he would be gathering weapons for the troops on the other side; Alcina gave him full reign on what he could deliver and she only assumed that meant several explosives and whatever new inventions he hadn't tested out yet. He was nothing if not game for some destruction, somewhere.

The chime from the antique clock on the mantlepiece rang in the 3 o'clock hour and Alcina pursed her lips to herself.

"I believe we're fortified as can be for the time being, shall we call it?"

The four nodded and she gracefully took her leave.

In truth, you'd only fallen asleep about an hour, maybe two, ago when you were woken to a familiar presence in your dazed awakening.

Alcina's perfume wafted into your lungs like the gracious caress of a soft sunrise.

Her arms snaked around your middle and you hummed, "well, well, hello midnight caller... what are you doing here?"

Your voice was riddled with sleep and Alcina grinned near your ear, snuggling herself to your backside in the darkness, "visiting someone I love, is that alright?" she whispered.

Keeping your eyes closed you nestled further back into her and sighed deeply, "mmm, I suppose that's ok."

She'd only snuck into your room in the dead of night once or twice, but you were not going to balk at the visit. She'd taken the time to disappear from her duties in the underworld for you and that warmed your whole soul.

"You are in a bit of trouble, I might add," Alcina's voice sounded, a little louder, the sternness there barely enough to bite, "you left your balcony door unlocked."

"Well yeah, I never know when you might drop by," you giggled softly, still half asleep, "I'm not -" you broke for a short yawn, "- losing out on any chance to spend time with you."

With a defeated yet unforced sigh, Alcina hunkered down with you, kissing at your ear with a hum, "go back to sleep draga mea, I want to hold you for as long as I can."

Well, how could you argue with that?

In the most unlike fashion for Alcina, she had fallen asleep.

At some point after sharing a kiss with you, your effervescent aura of relaxing bliss knocked her out hard enough she remembered nothing after nuzzling her nose in your hair.

The problem with that was the sun would be rising in mere minutes.

It was Saturday and there was no need for an alarm so you, as you always had, would wake by proxy to your own internal alarm. And the problem with that was that you were in the arms of your Alcina all night, the safety you felt kept you entirely too comfortable for your own good.

You felt her startle and your instincts to keep her from the sunlight forcefully shoved you into action; the unspoken knowing of what was about to happen blew cold anxiety through you.

"Fuck!"

You were unsure you'd ever moved so fast in your life.

"Don't move!"

In a dash and a blur you ripped open your closet door and pulled out three big bags. Tearing the top of one open you yanked out a black mass. Alcina watched with confusion and then awe as you hopped on a stool and began to hang the very large black-out curtain over the balcony door.

You little shit. You've been prepared right under my nose. She smirked.

Still, this wasn't the greatest move she could have made. She was caught outside of the underground, which never happened, with no communication to anyone down there, and had no other choice than to stay put until night fall. There was no doubt in her mind Donna would come down on her harder than a pallet of bricks.

When you finished with the balcony you moved into the kitchen, sealed that window, and moved into the living room, successfully closing off all natural sunlight from the entirety of your apartment.

Coming back into the bedroom with a huff of panicked breath, you leaned against the desk and turned on the small lamp.

"Well..." you sighed, "I know this is probably not the most ideal thing in the world, but uh, at least you're safe?"

You were so insufferably cute she couldn't pretend to be upset. She fucked up. Oh well. You had uncannily saved her ass, quite literally.

Alcina rose slowly and stalked over to you with a softness in her smile, grateful beyond measure at your intelligence and ever vigilant thinking ahead, "at least I won't be hiding away in a closet all day," she smirked, tracing your brow, "you astound me. Truly."

"Hey, gotta be prepared when you got a girlfriend who just happens to be a vampire," the beam of pride from your grin chased away the rest of the looming concern, "never thought I'd have you all to myself during the day, and uh, you're definitely stuck with me."

She chuckled, "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be stuck with."

Feeling the tension of the rude awakening sifting through your system, you sighed and leaned into her front, wrapping your arms around her torso and breathing her scent in to continue the lull of relaxation. There were plenty of thoughts that were pending in your brain but you were too tired to entertain a one of them. Feeling Alcina comb her long fingers through your hair made it all the more easier to ignore them.

"And what..." her low vibrato cooed, "do you do for fun on your Saturday's off, draga mea?"

You sighed big and long but never budging from your spot, "oh you know, the usual; wake up, question and ponder my life choices; why I haven't won the lottery yet so I can quit my job a galivant however I please, dodge the existential dread of never-ending laundry, dishes, cleaning; sit on the couch for hours doom-scrolling through apps, and other exciting mundane tasks that go along with being a human."

"Oh heavens," Alcina laughed, "life really has changed since I was human," she pulled you away and peered down into your tired eyes, "but I asked what you did for fun... existential dread, as appealing as you make it sound, doesn't count."

"Ok, fine," you smiled lazily, "sometimes I'll go out for coffee or breakfast, meander the city, wander the parks, catch some live music... if the weather is shit, I like to bring out my Nintendo 64 and play some videogames like Zelda or Doom, Super Mario, Goldeneye, Yoshi Story - you name it, I've got a wicked stash - and other times I'll binge watch a show or watch movies till I'm blue in the face, or I just take a day to sit in silence and nap, maybe cook an extravagant dinner for myself... it's usually take-out though don't be fooled."

Raising an arched brow Alcina chuckled at you, "hmmm. Well, as it is only barely 7 AM, shall we snooze and cuddle a while? Then perhaps you can show me these video games of yours."

"You drive a tough bargain, ma'am, but I suppose that does sound pretty nice."

Unperching from the desk and tugging her back to the bed with you, you plopped in the mattress with a smile on your face as the two of you settled down.

While Alcina had plenty of things to ponder on and worry about, there was absolutely nothing she could do about her current circumstances. She hoped whoever noticed her absence, and she prayed they were few, there wouldn't be mass chaos at the Grand Matriarch being missing from the underground. She wasn't necessarily proud of her actions but, at the same time, she was the Grand Matriarch and she would do as she pleased. If she didn't happen to come home for one day, it was no ones business why nor where she had been. That's what she continued to tell herself while she held you in her arms, focusing instead on your warmth and calming thrum of your heartbeat.

"I am absolutely not playing."

"Oh come on, you watched me play a whole hour of Zelda, Mario Cart is a thousand times easier! Plus, I've shown you what all the buttons do and how to do the thing."

"But I like watching you play. I am not a 'gamer', this is not my cup of tea."

"Laaaame excuse. You've literally never even played a video game, how can you possibly know that," you rolled your eyes, quickly changing your tone, "I think your ego can't handle the challenge."

Icy eyes grew narrow but her smirk was devilishly present, "my ego has nothing to do with it, you little fiend - this kind of challenge doesn't suit me."

"Ooohhhh, I see, I got it... you're too proud to admit that you know your human girlfriend is gunna whoop your ass at a little Mario Cart so you won't even entertain the thought, but it's ok, it's ok, I mean, I understand, it IS a really tough thing to swallow and all; being the Matriarch of an underground lair of scary vampires and whatnot, but Mario Cart, I - "

You were unable to finish your taunting as Alcina had tackled you off the couch and pinned you under her thighs on the carpet, her hands holding yours immobile by your head as she smiled flatly down at you. You, of course, were putting up very little, to any, fight at all.

"Now, draga mea," she cleared her throat, "dragoste, light of my dark night; you realize when you challenge a woman like me, and taunt me to the point of no return, and being who I am with the ever present need to execute my case in whatever means necessary... do you really think antagonizing me will get you what you want?"

The grin on your face was beckoning for more, "there's really only one way to find out."

She scowled.

"You really are relentless," she stated flatly, hiding her smile.

"That's why you love me, though."

"Mmmm... I suppose," Alcina leaned down slowly, caressing her lips against yours, "but I want the pretty purple controller."

"Okaaayyy." you sighed playfully.

"And I get to be Yoshi."

"What?! You can't have my controller AND my driver!"

"You said he was the best, didn't you?"

Her glimmering smile left you immobile on the floor as she lifted off you. Smirking and shaking your head, you rolled over and grabbed for the controller. You did poke the bear, and you did actually get your way, so, you weren't allowed to complain.

Purely but happily surprised, she did actually beat you 5 out of the 6 games. You beat her the first round but when she caught on to most of the tricks she came in blazing afterwards.

There was something inexplicably endearing about this 6 foot tall regal vampire sitting on the floor with you playing video games. There was no way life was real. No way.

Chuckling, you scooted closer to her and straddled her lap, draping your arms over her broad but beautiful shoulders and smiled, "well, looks like I gotta eat my words, don't I. You're a damn fast learner."

Alcina hummed as you laced your fingers through her hair and returned the smile, "you're a very good teacher, but yes, I am very good at whatever I put my mind to, very good, in fact, I'm usually the best."

"So humble," you laughed, "but thank you for indulging me."

Using her palms to pull your hips closer, Alcina kissed you repeatedly until you settled completely into her, "it's the least I can do, for all you've done for me... I do love you, you know."

"I do know, I love you too."

Her eyes were warm underneath the coolness of the slate color. You could gaze into them for what you would consider forever and be happy with that. She still didn't seem real to you, even after all this time, but if it was a dream or some fabricated hallucination you'd come up with, you were content to let it last.

"So..." you began, tilting your head, "now that you've had a taste of what I do in my spare time, what do you do when you have free time to yourself down there?"

Alcina leaned her back into the couch and admired you and your curiosity, "it's rare to have down time these days, but I enjoy spending time with my girls. If they're around, that is," she chuckled, "we four like to sit in the turret and busy ourselves with whatever appeals to our fancy that day. Daniela loves to draw and paint, Cassandra loves puzzles, reading, and art as well, and Bela plays piano amongst her love for books; she and I are the readers. I love to read. My family never had books in the house when I was growing up; they were too busy with the vineyards to do much else in their spare time than rest. When I got my hands on a book from the neighbor boy who fancied me, I ate right through it. He continued to supply my desires and before long I had a lovely stash of my own. When I wasn't occupied with music or schooling, I was reading."

"Yeah? Any particular genre tickle your fancy best?"

"You, you tickle my fancy plenty," she jested seductively as she ran her palms up and down your sides, "but any really, I'll read anything. I prefer poetry or a good fantasy, but a romance or thriller is also perfectly suitable."

"Maybe we should start swapping books, as you can see - " you motioned to the vast array of bookshelves lining your walls, "I, too, enjoy a good book."

Alcina beamed, inching in to kiss you softly, "I'd love that."

It was now 4 PM and the day was waning. The two of you had spent the hours talking, snuggling, and watching a few episodes of The Golden Girls before your grumbling stomach had its say.

You were now headed to Malka's store to get some things for dinner. Alcina about slapped your cell phone out of your hand when you talked of ordering some pizza. She grabbed you up in her arms and sternly, but lovingly, commanded you go to the store and buy some pasta, lemons, garlic, and pesto and she would make you dinner.

Still a little stunned, but not arguing with the woman, you left with a kiss and a $20 Alcina was carrying with her. Puzzled beyond belief that she had money, when you asked why, she smirked and stated; "we vampires are like dragons; we've gathered golds and riches for lifetimes, we have wealth most humans could never comprehend. How do you think we live so glamorously? Humans can't spend their wealth when they're dead, but we can."

You couldn't help but chuckle a little as you scurried your way through the streets and people. You imagined how many people Alcina had killed in her lifetime, before the rules changed, and how much money she really had stashed away. You'd considered a sugar mama before, but a vampire one at that? What a wild fucking thing your life had become. You laughed some more but bundled your scarf up around your neck, it was a chilly autumn day but you were still warm inside at the fact you'd had Alcina to yourself for a whole day.

"Oi, my ketzeleh! You are looking very happy today," Malka commented as you walked through the door, "look at this - rosy cheeks, that smile, you ate a canary ketzeleh?"

"Nooo, Malka," you laughed, "just a lovely day is all. Gunna grab some things for dinner!"

"Good good, I am happy to see you eat better. You minnealalas live off fast food! A Shonda!"

Malka had never grasped the term millennial, so minnealalas was the best anyone could get out of her. You actually kind of liked it and started saying it yourself on occasion, no one else had a clue what you meant and that was fine.

She continued to talk to herself in full Yiddish as you grabbed what you needed, the drabble muffled as she held a bobby pin in her mouth while she fixed the braided bun on her head.

Eying you with a pleased nod as she began ringing up your items, she winked, "I still say you let me teach you my family recipes. If you can cook a good simple pasta dish like this, you can learn our foods!"

"I'm game, you tell me when and where."

"My grandson has the shop on Wednesday, you come after work and we'll cook the night away."

Grabbing your bag from her, you offered a sincere smile and nodded, "see you Wednesday, bubbeh."

"Men vet zikh zehn!"

When you'd left your apartment you hadn't seen your crow friends, but now upon your return they were all perched high in the tree on the branch closest to your window. Oddly, they were all very quiet and still. You could see that they were watching you as you approached your usual bench now, labeled 'the feeding grounds', and you reached into your bag. As soon as they saw the trail mix (free of chocolate) in your hands, they swooped down and circled you. But still, they were as quiet as ever.

"Hey there, my funky little void omens," you greeted them with a smile, "awfully quiet today... is it the cold? Believe you me, I'm not thrilled with it either, but it's so nice to see you, as always."

Sprinkling the nuts and dried berries around the grass, they regally ate and regarded you with eyes that seemed deeper and darker than usual, almost as if they were looking right through you.

"Malka sends her love, and a discounted price on your goodies. I think she likes you guys more than me sometimes and she hasn't even met any of you. I only get a 10% off every once in a great while, and look at you! 5% off every bag of this I buy."

When you reached in for one more handful, the largest, blackest of the crows came right up to your leg and stood there peering up at you. They'd never been this close before and in an instinctual motion you reached your hand down and it began to eat from your palm. It was a most surreal feeling. These crows were gorgeous with their feathers catching the sunlight just right, casting sprays of blues and greens through the otherwise ebony color of their plumage. You stayed still as it finished what was in your hand and slowly stood back up.

It hopped back over to the rest of the group and you stood there slightly numb in awe. But, you couldn't dwell on it long since you needed to get back to Alcina. Scattering the last of the bag you left them there in their silence as they watched you leave. You waved graciously, internally looking forward to more close encounters of your feathered kind.

Watching Alcina cook in your kitchen was a sight like no other.

She may have played it off like she hadn't cooked in ages, and sure ok yeah it was likely true, but she may as well have been a professional chef the way she had everything down to a T.

Humming a familiar tune, Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller, as she worked, before you knew it you had a plate of the most scrumptious looking pasta you'd ever seen in your life in front of you.

The taste was just as wonderful.

"Ok, what the fuck Alcina," you mumbled through a bite, "this is the yummiest dinner ever."

Rolling her eyes lovingly, she shook her head, "it's only because you know I made it, draga mea."

"Mmmno, pretty sure this is the most bomb pasta ever in creation. I can't thank you enough, it's so good!"

"Well, you're welcome. Eat, I'll clean up."

"Ah ah, I'll clean; you cooked I clean, that's the deal. Sit with me."

Your glee was worth every stupid cooking lesson her mother put her through as a child.

"Is it dark yet?"

Alcina's voice found you peeking through the black out curtain in the kitchen while she was still in the bedroom.

The sun was indeed falling beyond the horizon, which meant the pending exit of your lover.

"Almost," you replied softly, making your way back into your room.

She looked relaxed and wholesome there stretched out on your bed. You slipped yourself back into her arms and her lips pressed a kiss to the top of your head, yours pressed to her collarbone and closed your eyes.

"Do you know what tomorrow is?" you asked mutedly.

Alcina stroked your back while trying to find the answer. After a few bloated seconds and the obvious answer like Sunday seemed not what you were hinting for, finally defeated she replied; "no, what?"

"November 4th."

It took her another moment to understand what exactly you meant by that, then it hit her with a harsh pause.

Her birthday.

"You'll be... 110, right?" you asked softly, the question itself odder than the reality of it all.

The woman in your arms was over 100 years old. Looked not a day over 40. An immortal goddess, a rarity that you thought to be no more than pure fiction. And yet, she was as real as you, as deep as you, as complex and simple, just like you. You'd never tire of the wonder she left you in.

"You should never speak a ladies age out loud you know," she jested as she watched you rise from your position, "but... yes... yes, I'll be 110."

In truth, the years that had flown and simultaneously drug by seemed edgeless, undefined; strung together like a mangled web with no end or beginning. Some of it a blur, other bits of it stark and sharp in her memory. She didn't feel any age at all any longer, and when she looked upon herself in the mirror it kept the illusion that time had indeed stilled alive. But now you were very prominent in her life and your time did not pass the way hers did, and suddenly that familiar bitterness of never having enough time slathered itself on her tongue.

She was lost in a rogue thought, you could see it, but she was so fucking beautiful you wanted to cry.

You sighed, "I got you something."

Hopping up and out of the bed quickly you went to your desk, pulled open a drawer and retrieved a lovely silver wrapped oblong box, "I wasn't sure if I'd get to see you tomorrow so I'm glad this all happened the way it did, even though it was not ideal, you know the whole -" you gestured vaguely, "getting stranded," you laughed, "but... at least I can give this to you now, on time."

Watching you come back to her with the box in your hands, Alcina was silently defeated by your generosity and overall loving, caring nature.

"Draga, you didn't -"

"Shhh, I don't want any of that 'you didn't need to' stuff. I wanted to, so I did."

Alcina took the article and carefully grazed her fingertips over the silver wrapping, undoing a corner and quickly stripping it from the dark brown box beneath it. As she opened the lid, there inside was a brand-new pair of black leather gloves with her initials stitched delicately on the wrist in dark red lettering. They were beautiful, and by the feel of them, not cheap.

"Draga mea," she whispered breathlessly as she peered up at you, "they're - they're perfect, I love them... Th-thank you, so much."

Shrugging with a decent bit of pride in your chest, you watched her examine the gift with comfort, "it's going to be winter soon, and since I just can't part with the pair you left, it was only right for me to replace them."

She looked up just in time to watch you reach for her shoulders and push her back to the mattress, your thighs straddling her hips as you leaned down to her ear to press hot, sultry kisses along her neck and jawline.

"And when I see you again..." you whispered against the shell of her ear, "you can have the rest of your present."

Alcina growled warningly as she confined you in her arms, her own tongue flicking out to lick at your earlobe, "denying me, are you?"

Your spine shuddered, "not all of it," you teased, arching your neck towards her mouth, "just using some leverage to entice you to visit me sooner than later."

Rude. You had learned from her too well.

Grasping the back of your head, Alcina sank her teeth into your neck and drank from you vigorously, your moans and whines stoking every fire in her soul. She hated that she had to leave you and she hated what she had to go back to even more. But she had this, and you, right now, and for that she was grateful beyond measure. Your love and the love she bore for you helped her spur on the drive she needed to keep going and end the antagonists keeping you apart.

As Alcina stepped out into the dark, crisp, nipping air, the chill of what awaited her under the city would be similarly biting. Yet a smile remained on her face as the events of today replayed slowly for her. You were everything she never knew she needed and today was tell-tale proof just how much she was in love with you. Everything in your nature fed her long dormant human nature that she'd forgotten she'd loved and missed.

You were warm.

And she felt even warmer still, and secure, with your gloves fitted perfectly to her long slender hands. Something of you she could carry proudly with her anywhere she went.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #fluff

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bimboothefool · 2 years

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Hall of ʝℓℓʊ﹩ʝ◎η﹩

Content Warning!! WEE WOO WEE WOO!! This contains major character death, emotion/physical manipulation and Lord X being a parasite also strong swearing. Finally some yandere-like behavior keep this shit in fiction, I'll never ever condone or support IRL "yanderes".

Playing that ROM was the first mistake, now this impersonator imitating Sonic now has a thing for you. Just perfect, absolutely perfect. At first they were sending some notes app level love letters, then it got more weird by them showing you morbid images of Sonic characters getting murdered. Soon you had enough and said. “Why show me their deaths, is this your own fucked up way of saying I love you?”

Lord X merely cackles, he stares directly at you. “I guess you could say that.. I really want your attention by any means necessary.” His eyes looked directly as you saw little hearts in his eyes, smiling at you displaying his yellowed teeth.

'Dude put those chompers away…’ Your face scrunched up in disgust. “Still you're stuck in that computer, realistically you can't touch me or take me away.” Lord X starts to laugh silently and full blown starts cackling. “Are you sure about that, my dear little chunk of meat..?”

“Positive as hell.” You stated in a matter of fact way. “Suit yourself, my prey…” Lord X disappears leaving you be, finally you can get back to working on that stupid assignment.

The next day it was all normal, until one of your classmates decided to confess to you. But a familiar, dreadful voice demanded you turn them down. “Sorry I've got a boyfriend…” You forcefully said, they left defeated. “...what the hell..?” You could barely believe it, it felt like you became a puppet in that moment.

After class you headed home, dashing towards your room and immediately booted up your computer to confront Lord X. A window pops up and reveals him with a smug grin on his face. “Something wrong, dear..?” Lord X chuckled which irritated me to my soul. “What did you do to me?!” He taps his chins pretending he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

“Don't pull the “I have no idea of what you're referring to.” Bullshit!” Lord X smirks at your furious reaction. “You said I can't hurt you… Now that you've played my game, I'm merely making my mark on what's mine.” He shrugs, proud of how your words aged poorly. “Don't even try to get rid of me, that piece of me inside your little head is only growing stronger..”

You were lost for words, you finally realized how deep you're into this mess you unknowingly got yourself into. “This is only the beginning, my dear cut of meat…” Lord X purred and soon cackled, closing the pop up window he used to talk to you.

The next few weeks, you've been distancing yourself from everyone and overall isolating yourself. Not by your own terms as Lord X has threatened to kill them if you don't come with him quietly. He shows what can do and with the flick of his finger he's able to make you feel physical pain.

You also started having vivid dreams of the life you could've lived, it ranged from you graduating college or getting your dream job. Yet by the end of it, Lord X was always watching with that disgusting smile on his face.

X does it because he thinks it's cute to see you squirm and cry out to him. Begging him to stop the pain. Lord X decides it's finally time and you recently switched to online classes. This gave him the perfect opportunity, he might as well strike the iron while it's hot.

Your tired eyes stare at the computer screen, feeling your life drain away. Everytime you speak to Lord X or interact with him, it's like a piece of you is taken from you only for it to become his.

Lord X thrived and got a huge euphoria boost from it, he'd even force you to say I love you to him. He didn't care, he just wanted a hollow doll to call his own. One that would obey and heed his beck and call.

As you finished up your current assignment, a window started to pop up. With the last shred of rebellion, you closed the window. Soon another popped up in its place, you closed it again. But it only makes more windows and they soon make your screen go blank.

“...no. No no NO! I WAS GONNA–” Your words trailed off as the screen turned a bright red and the whole room started to shake. You screamed in horror, trying to run by a skeleton like hand grabs and grips your head. Picking you up and dragging you through the screen. The last thing you heard was distorted music and faint screams.

The last thing you felt was your whole body go cold almost like he ripped your soul from your body.

Lord X drops your soul into his usual hand, putting his other hand away. His red pupils look at your soul with intrigue and endearment, maybe he can put you into a model of his choosing. “Of all the souls I've collected you are by far my most prized one. Offer me everything, your heart, soul and mind!!” He teleports to find Amy.

Once he finds her, Amy's death is swift and gruesome. Now she was an empty husk ready for a new soul, he uses his claw to engrave a large x over her heart. Amy cries out in agony, but Lord X didn't pay her any mind, opting to let her bleed out onto the grass.

He waited out and as he did, he started playing with your soul with interest. “Don't worry, (Y/n)... Once you have your new body, we'll never ever part…” Lord X checked on Amy and she soon stopped breathing, it felt cold. He places your soul gently into your new vessel, not wanting to damage your soul.

Lord X scoops up your lifeless vessel and soon takes you to Mystic Cave Zone. It was far enough to where the two of them wouldn't be disturbed. Not even his current victims would find you or him there.

You felt warmth coming back to your body, as much as you wanted to rest. You had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. Very, utterly wrong.

You reluctantly opened your eyes, wilting greenery surrounds you, as you moved your fingers it was like you were wearing gloves. You immediately sat up and looked at your hands. You could barely believe what you were seeing, your hands were stylized and you saw a very familiar outfit. “No way… No fucking way… I'm… I–I'm in Amy's body…” You croaked out feeling the warmth you once felt disappear.

You curled up into a ball, unable to hold your tears back. Trying desperately to understand what you did to deserve this.

“So you're awake, finally. It's time for us to build our kingdom together.” You whipped your head to see him, your eyes widened. You knew pleading was never gonna stop him, it only fueled him.

With no one coming to save you, all that's left was to obey and love him.

#my writing #lord x x you #lord x x reader #lord x x y/n #lord x #sonic.exe x you #sonic.exe x y/n #sonic.exe x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader

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terriblesportsimagines · 2 years

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Asking again just to make sure it reaches your inbox. YoI headcannons please. Yuuri, Yuri, Viktor, Phichit, and Otabek reacting when their s/o tells them they have something on their face. They kiss the boys' face and cheekily say 'it was your dashing good looks'

I'm sorry! Work is the worst and I've been drained every day, and then my brain forgets to post and... ugh. Anyway, sorry. I'll post two today to try to make up for it.

Also this new post editor is fucking garbage

Katsuki Yuuri

He’s immediately embarrassed and his hands search frantically for what you could be talking about. Doesn’t even notice you trying to smother a laugh.

You’re probably going to have to catch his hands to get him to stop. Your best bet is to take his face between your hands to hold him still. He’s so embarrassed that you could see him like that, that he is really tense.

The moment your lips touch the corner of his mouth and deliver your line, he’s even more embarrassed. Complains loudly, trying to pretend like his entire face isn’t the color of one of the triplet’s spandex.

A switch flips in him instantly and he’s grabbing you, grumbling about showing you, and kisses you with great enthusiasm.

Yuri Plisetsky

He’s instantly suspicious. He’s sure there isn’t anything on his face. That being said, he still tries to subtly wipe at his skin to make sure. How humiliating would it be if there was?

But your giggling gives you away and pretty soon he’s scowling at you and turning away.

You’ll have to chase him if you want to finish your joke. He’s not too hard to catch though. Kiss him quick, before he tries to hide his face.

Basically, explodes when you say the words though. One part flustered, one part enraged, his whole face turns red and he yells something about You idiot!

Secretly, his insides are wiggling though.

Victor Nikiforov

Doesn’t believe you for a second (like he’d ever let something like that happen), but he plays along. Makes a fuss touching his face and crying “Wheeeerrre???”

Is totally aware of your giggling, keeps one eye on the way you bite your lip and how you keep getting incrementally closer.

Let’s you finish your game, waiting for the right moment to pounce. It comes when you try to settle him and deliver your line “It was your dashing good looks!”

Where you took your game surprises him and he flushes in happiness. None of his over the top reaction is feigned. He picks you up, laughing and demands kisses.

“At least we know your eyesight’s not failing you!

Phichit Chulanont

This one blinks at you and smiles. “Can you get it for me?” 100% would use something like that to his advantage to get you to touch him.

When you pretend to inspect your face, fingers brushing at his cheeks, he’s watching you with big, dark eyes that are full of something that makes you blush.

“Oops, it turns out it was just your dashing good looks!” You laugh, but inside, you’re probably quivering because that look is getting worse.

He laughs and captures you, making you unable to escape. “Do I get to play a trick on you now?” He asks from point blank range, his lips hovering over yours.

Otabek Altin

He’s more startled than anything, then he wipes at his face with his sleeve. After he does so and sees you laughing, he figures it out pretty quickly.

He’s quick to turn the tables. “So do you,” he says in a low tone, advancing on you.

You’re probably confused, like how is that possible. His smirk is subtle as he catches your face between his hands and lowers his face until you are nose to nose.

“Hm, my mistake. It was just your cuteness.”

Gives you a short kiss to smother your squawk of outrage.

#yuri on ice #Katsuki Yuuri #Yuri Plisetsky #otabek altin #victor nikiforov #headcanons

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thebreakfastgenie · 2 years

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I’m not gonna do it bc I don’t have any new ones from the last game but what is don’t be a hero and two centimeters?

-marten

those are both West Wing fics!

Don't Be a Hero is a special fic. When I was in college I had this class called Health Psychology that I hated so I spent the whole time writing West Wing fanfiction on looseleaf but I never finished it. I typed it all up last year with the intent of finishing it but I want to rewrite it first because I can make it better. this a post series fic so snippet and better summary under the cut for spoiler reasons.

two centimeters is the general name for the AU where Josh dies in the Rosslyn shooting at the beginning of season 2 (title comes from Sam saying Josh is alive because of "two centimeters of a miracle). I don't have any of that one written, because it's a huge undertaking I'm not prepared for, but I'll see if I can do an outline snippet. More about this under the cut, spoilers only through the end of season 2.

I have a few concrete scenes. One of them is that during an argument Leo accidentally calls Sam "Josh."

two centimeters

In the Two Centimeters universe, Sam is given the job of Deputy Chief of Staff. He's uncomfortable with it at first, and insists that his official title be Acting Deputy Chief of Staff, though he eventually grows into the role. Sam takes the gun range target from Josh's office and draws a two centimeter wide mark on its chest where Josh was shot. He keeps it as a reminder. Toby runs off every candidate for Deputy Communications Director, resulting in Sam trying to do two jobs at once before he meets Will Bailey and forces Toby to give him a chance in the job. After a few months, Donna quits, unable to handle working in the White House without Josh. Charlie convinces Debbie to be Sam's new assistant, reasoning that he needs an aunt-like figure to look after him. Later, after Mrs. Landingham's death, Charlie convinces Donna to come back and work for the president in her old position.

I have a few concrete scenes. One of them is that during an argument Leo accidentally calls Sam "Josh." Another deals with Sam receiving the NSC card and realizing Josh had one. Sam tries to give it back, and Leo tells him Josh did the same thing, but won't accept it from Sam. When Sam asks why, Leo says he's having more trouble keeping a deputy alive than he was last year. Toby become angry, believing the president and Leo haven't done enough about guns. Sam tells him to put gun control in the State of the Union and he'll convince them to use it.

This fic is outlined as a series of short fics. From the first one, Pro Patria Mori:

CJ goes back to the White House for?? something

Danny catches her in the corridor to ask about who was in charge. CJ blurts that Josh died, covers her mouth in horror, begins backpedaling. Danny assures her she’s off the record, asks what happened. She tells him. He hugs her.

and the second one, Two Centimeters:

Leo tells Toby he didn’t feel right not asking him first. (This conversation is about making Sam DCOS, but that is not immediately apparent.)

“I don’t know what you want from me, Leo. You want me to give you my blessing?” “It just didn’t feel right, not to ask you first.” “He’s an adult. He makes his own decisions.” “What do you think he’ll do?” “I don’t know.” “He doesn’t talk to you?” “He doesn’t talk to anyone anymore. None of us do.”

don't be a hero

This fic takes place during the Santos administration. Santos is speaking at a University at an awards ceremony for a professor who studies terrorism and had consulted as a counterterrorism expert for Santos. The First Lady as well as Josh and Donna (who are engaged) and Sam are all present. The professor is also Muslim, and is the target of an Islamophobic attack when a bomb goes off, which quickly sets fire to the building. Josh had left the audience to call the White House to check in, and Donna had gone to get him. Donna hurts her ankle when the bomb goes off. Josh helps her outside, but on his way he thinks he sees a girl trapped inside. While Donna is talking to the paramedics, Josh goes back into the burning building to look for the girl he thinks he saw. He is able to successfully free her, but passes out from smoke inhalation before he can follow her out the building. The girl tells the first responders she the man who saved her life is still inside. Meanwhile, Sam has been looking for Josh, and arrives just as the firefighters are bringing an unconscious Josh out of the building and finds out that he is not breathing. Josh is intubated and taken to the hospital, along with the girl, and Sam follows them. While Josh is treated for smoke inhalation, Sam looks for Donna to fill her in. A lot of the emotional meat of the story happens once Josh wakes up.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. That had to be Lou, calling with the update he was waiting for. Officially, this phone call was the reason for his position, the reason he’d sent Sam to sit in the front with the first lady and the guest of honor. Unofficially, Sam was more photogenic, and less likely to be caught on camera nervously bouncing his leg.

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tsukishimas-shortcake · 3 years

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Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

NSFW

super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

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46inpm · 3 years

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MLQC Housemates with MC Having Toxic!Father

AU: MC's Dad from the game is her stepfather who later became her adoptive dad so toxic!father is her birth father (I won't disrespect game PaPa) Game Dad is PaPa and Toxic!Father is Dad

TW: Angst, Toxicity, Blood, Asshole Parent

Victor - Red, Lucien - Purple, Gavin - Blue, Kiro - Orange, Shaw - Green, MC (You) - Pink

They were under the impression that your birth dad was the one you took over the company for

They were surprised to find out he was your stepfather that became your adoptive father after your mom passed away but they could tell you saw him as your true father

The few things you mentioned about your birth dad was he's alive, present in your life, and you send him money

"I wonder why Miss Chips doesn't say much about him."

"Probably just aren't as close."

When you told them your dad was coming to visit for a few days and probably staying over the boys were happy to show their hospitality considering this was your dad

They wanted to impress the love of their lives' father

Victor was pissed when he found out the guess room was being used as storage

Mainly Kiro, Shaw, and you had to clean and donate stuff under Victor's supervision since it was mainly your stuff you guys lost your dessert privileges for awhile

Everyone was so busy cleaning the house that they realized later that throughout the process you never spoke highly of your dad and seemed nervous

"I just been busy that's all. I'm totally fine!"

When they first met the guy he seemed to be an okay man, Kiro and you gave him a tour of the house, that's when Kiro realized such awkward tension you kept giving out as you and your dad talked but don't worry Kiro's an amazing talker!

All the boys came home and met your dad they chatted in the living room with a movie playing as the dinner feast was being prepared

You told Victor you would finish the rest of the meal preparation by yourself, he denied but gave in when you smiled at him that you wanted some alone time

The dad seemed to be okay who was tough man inside and out that had a lot of stories to tell and seemed to care about his daughter

Things began going downhill from there

You called everyone to eat and they sat down to enjoy the food as they talked about their day and get to know your dad

They would talk and that's when your dad's behavior became noticeable

He seemed to be "Mr. Know It All" when tried to tell Victor and Gavin on HOW TO DO THEIR OWN JOBS but also passive aggressive comments of him looking down on Kiro's idol profession

Victor made this guy freakin steak and this is how he is repaid by being told how to do his job from a guy who just watches videos on financial

Kiro and you are trying your best to shift the topic and keep the peace

Deeper into dinner your dad begins making jokes throughout about you being about your weight, the way you dress, how you use people

He antagonizes you and your parents a lot

"Hope this one has been growing vertically not horizontally."

"Getting another bite already. What's up, fatty?"

"My daughter doesn't care about me. She just uses me."

That was only a few out of the jokes he told and don't forget the inappropriate ones

Who cares if their jokes if they're antagonizing to someone and just plain mean and also your dad is the biggest one here who's eating the most

Trust me no one is laughing at them and you're trying to play it off but they can tell how hurt you are (can't take a hint that no one likes the "jokes")

"The puddings ready. You can have some right now."

"It's okay. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to bed now."

You are really hurting inside as you try walking away fast enough not be seen crying and not even hungry to eat pudding

Everyone is left there eating with this asshole, they just want to get this dinner over with

Gavin hates him more than anybody as not only the way he talks to you but how he's reminded of his own dad

When Shaw makes the same body "joke" to your dad, they have never seen a man get so aggressive so fast before

Once your dad is fed up with Shaw and goes storms off to the guest room is when they clean up fast to go check up on you

"Thanks for ending that dinner, Shaw. If you didn't get him mad, I would have."

"I don't care who he is. Glad that the asshole is gone."

"I can see why Miss Chips doesn't really interact with him much. Why doesn't she say something about it to him?"

"Many children with parents like that feel trapped due to feeling of being indebted to them. She could be acting that way in order to not escalate the situation."

"As much as we don't like the man, we have to be polite for the few days he will be here."

They all go to your room to see you laying down as you blow your runny nose in the dark

Kiro immediately jumps in bed to give you the biggest hug while the others soothe you until you're ready to talk

You mention how he's like this with the antagonizing, rude jokes, and his temper and it being the reason your mom divorced him

Everyones face scrunched with anger as you weren't looking at the thought that this was going on this entire time

For the next few days luckily you've been busy with work to be around him, he was also busy with seeing friends but it still didn't stop his behavior and jokes when no one was around

As much as you wanted to run away from the conversations you couldn't because you were scared of what would happen

It was until one day when Shaw came home before anyone else to hear really loud screaming from a man, he was about to rush to see what was happening until you walked past him

"Welcome home. I'm a-almost done... finishing lunch. Do you want to help out?"

He's never seen you like this with deep red eyes, cheeks tear stained, legs heavily shaking, and snot dripping down

You walked to the kitchen with Shaw trying to convince you to slow down as you weren't in the right state to be cooking

Shaw has never been in a situation like this before so he didn't know what exactly to do, he made the mistake to take his eyes off you to try and call one of the guys

The moment you yelped in pain he immediately dropped the phone, you had tried to cut something but your hands were shaking so much and eyes blurring with tears that you cut your hand pretty badly

Shaw hugged your shaking body tightly as you covered your mouth from sobbing, outside began to pour with rain with heavy thunder

"P-please don't tell my-my dad. Please don't tell him!"

You were carried to the closest bedroom and the farthest from the guest room (Gavin's), Shaw made sure to lock the door

Kiro then Gavin then Lucien came home one by one and immediately panic as they saw a cutting board along with a knife stained with a lot of blood

Shaw ushered everyone into the bedroom and have Lucien properly put what little gauze they had over your deep wound already cleaned with alcohol

Lucien: Please, buy more gauze when you get home. We need it immediately. We're all in Gavin's room.🦋

Victor: What happened? Hardly ever text each other. Almost home, I'll make a quick stop.🕰

When Victor immediately enter Gavin's room, Lucien practically yanked the gauze from his hands to wrap around your hand, it dripping with blood, Gavin wiping away your tears, and Kiro staring at his IPad screen with AirPods in

"What happened?"

"My-My dad got really mad when I-I told him I really didn't like his remarks. That I felt I w-was stepping on eggshells with him-him. He got really mad that I was being se-sensitive and ungrateful, I wasn't try-ing to."

The way you chocked out an explanation as tears poured from your eyes as your hands shook in fear and pain

Victor asked Shaw and Kiro to step outside the door for a moment, he wanted a better explanation

"I came home and heard full on screaming from her dad that I wasn't even close to where they were. That was only the end of the screaming I came home to. MC tried acting as if she was okay and went to continue making lunch. I took my eyes off her for a moment that she cut herself when her hands were shaking. She begged me not to tell that asshole."

"I have security camera footage of the screaming. It's...It's really bad. Miss Chips said that she really didn't want him in her life but was scared this would happen. She said this is common with him."

Kiro's IPad showed the whole incident how you expressing your hurt and discomfort caused your dad to go screaming at you at the top of his lungs as you stood there apologizing and shaking in fear

"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!"

"I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!!"

The three's blood ran cold at listening to him screaming with you crying in the background

Everyone laid in bed with you as you rant your feelings, past traumas and they're shocked at the things they're hearing

"He once banged on my d-door with all his strength because...because he-he didn't like that I would close the door."

After you confirmed you no longer want your birth dad in your life and fell asleep, the five men stormed over to the guest room where your dad was

Gavin cop knocked banged on the door and believe me how furious they were to see your dad

Victor gave the most intimidating voice he's ever given full of assertion and anger when telling birth dad he needs to pack up because he is no longer welcome in this house or near you

They couldn't believe this man when he threw a tantrum saying it was just an argument...excuse me argument

"Arguments are a disagreement between two individuals. Not one screaming at the other as the individual stands there in fear."

This guy was really not leaving and even trying to get pass them to get to you

Before Gavin or anyone were on the brink of committing assault charge, Kiro used his evol which shocked them as Kiro hardly ever uses his

"I command you. All within my range of control belongs to me. You will now leave this house and never return. Do not contact any of us. You will also cut off all ties with your daughter, forget her contact info and address."

The man immediately packed up all his things in a hurry as he was under Kiro's evol, they could see in his eyes of him forgetting your info and the location of the house

Victor called an Uber to drive the man to be dropped off in the city, as the car drove away they knew you were finally free from the man

During the rain this man should be careful with lightning strikes as it doesn't choose it's victim...or does it?

You could finally feel at peace when deleting his info from your phone and you no longer sent him money

#mlqc #mr love queens choice #mlqc gavin #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien #mlqc shaw #mlqc headcanon #mlqc headcanons #mr love queens choice headcanon #headcanon #reverse harem #housemates au #mlqc angst #angst

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marvelmusing · 3 years

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Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 2

My Masterlist

“1985, huh?” You say, looking up from the briefing Mobius has just handed you.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll spot a delorian?” He jokes, making a Back to the Future reference. You smile at him, remembering when you’d first mentioned the movie. You hadn’t been at the TVA long, to your knowledge.

You’re sat in one of the cafes, explaining something about the timeline to Casey, and you make an offhand reference to the movie. To which, Casey looks even more confused. You glance at Mobius, who’s been sat next to you, watching your teaching with a smile. You offer them both a small smile, at yet another reminder that you’re from somewhere very different from the rest of them.

“Neither of you have seen it have you?” Mobius shakes his head.

“Not a lot of chances for watching movies when dealing with the timeline. Should we get the chance, I’d love to.” It’s a few days later when you give him the chance.

“Honey, I’m home.” You hear Mobius call out, which brings a smile to your face. Whilst you had your own apartment, you much preferred staying with Mobius, like you did when you first arrived at the TVA. You hear him set down a pile of papers in the kitchen, before making his way into the lounge where you’re sat waiting for him. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s all this?”

“Back to the Future. I went through my file, and managed to find a version that I watched that was uninterrupted. Then I isolated it, and copied it onto one of those cassette reel things, so that it’ll play on your mini projector.” You pause, before adding, “I probably put too much effort into this but, I thought we could have what my time considers a movie night?”

“A movie night?” Your face falls slightly, feeling embarrassed by your suggestion.

“We don’t have to-“ you start. He shrugs off his jacket and settles down next to you.

“Did I not tell you I wanted to watch it, should I get the chance?”

“Well, yeah.” He gestures to the projector.

“Let’s get this show on a roll.” You grin at him, before quickly pressing play on the projector. Mobius leans an arm on the couch and pulls you to his side. “You finally have clearance to access to your file, and you use it to watch Back to the Future?”

“What else was I supposed to do with it?” You joke.

You and Mobius head to the cubicle where you left Loki this morning. You spot him wapping against the desk with a magazine.

“Training going well?” You ask him. He leans back in his chair, attempting to look casual.

“Yeah.”

“Is that my jet ski magazine?” Mobius asks him. “Put it down. Gear up. There's been an attack. Let's go.” He hands Loki the jacket he’s been carrying. You set the briefing down on the desk, and follow Mobius. Loki trails behind you. “Put it on.” Loki shrugs the jacket on, adjusting the collar before posing.

“Nice.” You tell him with a smile.

“Good. Yeah, smart.” Mobius says distractedly. You soon reach the Timedoors, where a small group of hunters have gathered to wait. B-15 opens up the briefing.

“C-20 and her team went dark shortly after they jumped into the 1985 branch. All signs point to another ambush. We've grabbed enough temporal aura to know it's our Loki Variant. But which kind of Loki, remains unknown.”

“They're the lesser kind, to be clear.” Loki specifies. B-15 sighs,

“Let me see the back of that jacket.” Loki does a small turn, showing the group the back of his jacket, where the bright orange letters reading VARIANT stand out. Everyone is the group shares a small smile. You’re glad you don’t have to wear one of those anymore.

“Very subtle. Well done.”

“I don't want anybody out there to forget what you are.”

“Oh, your only hope of capturing a murderer?”

“No. A cosmic mistake.”

“That's enough.” Mobius interrupts.

“Lovely.” You hear Loki murmur.

“Here's the deal.” Mobius begins. “When we get out on the branch, we're not just looking for a Time Criminal. We're looking for a Loki. A variation of this guy. A type we should all be very familiar with, because the TVA has pruned a lotta these guys, almost more than any other Variant.” He skims through a few of the Loki Variants that the TVA have caught before. “And no two are alike. Slight differences in appearances, or not so slight. Different powers, although, powers generally include: shapeshifting, illusion projection, and my favourite-”

“Duplication casting.” Loki interrupts

“Illusion projection.”

“No, they're two completely different powers.”

“How?” You ask him.

“Illusion-projection involves depicting a detailed image from outside oneself, which is perceptible in the external world, whereas duplication-casting entails recreating an exact facsimile of one's own body in its present circumstance, which acts as a true holographic mirror of its molecular structure. But you already knew that.” He explains. You catch a glimpse of Mobius’s smirk before he says,

“Okay, take a breath. Noted. We're gonna break into two teams, including myself and Professor Loki.”

“Why?” A hunter stood beside you asks.

“Because whoever this Variant is, we haven't been able to find him. So let's bring in an expert.” Loki looks around at the group before adding a quiet,

“That's me.”

As the hunters prepare themselves, you hear Loki ask, “Do I get a weapon?” You laugh lightly,

“No chance.”

“Well, I'll have my magic back. Is no one concerned about that?”

“Of what?” Mobius asks.

“Me betraying you.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You know that we’ll just catch you again.” You tell him.

“And how's betraying us gonna get you any closer to the Time-Keepers?” Mobius adds. Loki leans forward, his attention fixed on Mobius.

“An audience with the Time-Keepers is on the table?”

“Keep that focus.” Mobius tells him. The three of you follow the hunters through the Timedoor, and out into 1985 Wisconsin. Your group makes their way through the crowd of the Renaissance fair before entering a large tent. It’s dark inside, with only a few lanterns to light your path. You watch as B-15 bends down to grasp examine a helmet left abandoned on the floor.

“So he's taking hostages now?” She says, turning to Mobius.

“The Variant's never taken a hostage before.”

“Maybe he's upping his game.”

“Or he pruned her.” One of the hunters remarks, you frown at his callousness towards his colleague.

“A Loki couldn't have gotten the jump on C-20.”

“I think you underestimate, actually...” Loki begins.

“Fan out and search for her. And hurry up, we're at three units until red line.” B-15 orders. Mobius sets a hand on your arm, and the two of you head to the exit.

“Come on.” He says to Loki.

“Wait. If you leave this tent, you'll end up like them.” Mobius stops beside Loki.

“What do you see?”

“I see a scheme, and in that scheme, I see myself.” Loki begins to ramble about an old Asgardian saying.

“Two units. He is wasting our time.” B-15 interrupts.

“Okay. Come on, Loki, make a long story short.” Mobius encourages.

“We need to look for C-20.”

“That's exactly what the Variant wants you to do. It's a trap. He's waiting for you outside this tent.”

“Should I secure the reset charges?”

“No. He wants me. I'm the key to his plan. He knows that I'm stronger. And he rightly believes that together we can overthrow and rule the TVA. But that's not what I want. I have a new purpose. I'm a servant of the Sacred Timeline. And knowing what I now know about his tactics, I can deliver you the Variant, but I need assurances.” He says, looking to Mobius. You glance up at Mobius, frowning slightly. Surely he isn’t believing what Loki’s saying? His eyes catch yours and there’s a small twinkle in them. You hide your smile. Loki circles around Mobius.

“Yeah?” Mobius offers.

“Assurances that I won't be completely disintegrated the moment the job has been done.”

“Right.” Loki leans forward, before whispering,

“We'll need to speak to the Time-Keepers at once. They're in graver danger than we realized.”

“He's lying. Just playing games. There's no one out there.” Mobius calls out to the group.

“Reset the timeline.” B-15 orders.

“You had me for a second. My ears are sharp too.” He points at Loki’s chest. You follow Mobius out of the tent.

“Well that went well.” You remark, hearing Mobius sigh. He runs his hand over his face.

You’re tucking into your lunch when you spot Mobius. He picks out a drink and a salad before making his way over to you. You give him a small smile,

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“How did it go with Renslayer?” He sighs, leaning his head back, before getting comfortable in his seat.

“Well, our Loki hasn’t been deleted yet.”

“That’s good then?” You offer. He sighs,

“Yeah. Though he’s getting more and more talkative.”

“You did say he loves to talk. Where is he now?”

“I’ve left him with the archives, hopefully he’ll be reading for the next few days. Or at least long enough for me to finish lunch.” He begins to eat his salad. Just then, Loki scampers in looking like a manic puppy.

“I found something.” Mobius shakes his head, keeping his attention on his lunch,

“No, I said don’t bother me until you've read all the files.”

“I have.”

“Every file?”

“Yes.”

“Pertaining to the Variant?”

“The answer isn't in the files, it's on the timeline. He's hiding in apocalypses.”

“Which apocalypse?” You ask.

“Any time in history? There's, like, a million of 'em.” Mobius adds.

“Ragnarok. Are you familiar?”

“Yes. The destruction of Asgard and most of its people. I'm sorry.” Loki pauses looking down.

“Yes, very sad.” He immediately perks up again. “Anyway, it got me thinking. Nexus events happen when someone does something they're not supposed to do, right?”

“Well, it's a little more complicated, but, yeah.”

“Great. And then that thing they're not supposed to do, cascades into a whole range of other things that aren't supposed to happen.”

“And so on and so forth, until eventually, a new timeline branches. Yes?”

“Chaotic alterations of a predetermined outcome.”

“Exactly. So, let's just say...” He picks up the salad bowl from in front of Mobius.

“Mm-hm. What are you doing?”

“...your salad is Asgard in this scenario.” Loki continues.

“It's not Asgard, that's my lunch.” Mobius complains, the pouting clear in his voice. You lean forward, a hand on your chin to hide the smile at Mobius’s reaction.

“It's a metaphor. Just hang in there.”

“I want that salad.”

“And I could go down to Asgard before Ragnarok causes its complete destruction and I could do anything I wanted. I could, let's say, push the Hulk off the Rainbow Bridge.” He picks up a salt shaker and puts a large sprinkling of salt across Mobius’s salad.

“There he goes.” You say, feeling rather invested in this metaphor.

“The salt's Hulk?” Mobius asks, clearly not as enthusiastic as you.

“And I could also... Set fire to the palace.” He picks up a pepper pot and shakes the pepper across the salad.

“No, just stop. Don't set fire to the palace.”

“Okay? I can do whatever I want to do, and it would never matter. It wouldn't go against the dictates of the timeline because...” He sets down the shakers after nearly emptying them both. He heads to the table behind you. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, God!” Mobius sighs.

“You!” Recognising the voice you look up to see Casey looking very confused.

“Nice to see you. I just need this for a second. Thanks.” Loki picks up Casey’s carton of juice, before sitting back down at your table. “Because the apocalypse is coming. Ragnarok, Surtur will destroy Asgard no matter what I do.”

“No, don't do...” Mobius sighs as Loki empties the carton over the remains of the salad.

“There's the apocalypse.” You say with a sigh, offering Mobius your bag of chips.

“That's the apocalypse?” He asks, taking a handful of chips from you with a smile.

“Ragnarok obliterates the salt. Ragnarok. There it is.” Loki gestures to the ruined salad with a proud smile.

“What am I lookin' at?”

“Okay, it was a clumsy metaphor. But you see what I mean. It doesn't matter. It could be any apocalypse. It could be a tidal wave. It could be a meteor. It could be a volcano, a supernova. If everything and everyone around you is destined for imminent destruction, then nothing that I say or do will matter, because the timeline's not gonna branch. Hence, the Variant could be hiding in the apocalypse and do whatever he wants, and we wouldn't know!”

“Not bad.” You offer.

“Take me to a real apocalypse, to Ragnarok, I'll show you.” Mobius chuckles,

“Yeah. So you can run away back to your homeland? No.”

“No, I'm not going home. We can go anywhere.”

“I'm not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse.”

“Oh, Mobius, come on! What could possibly go wrong? We gotta properly test this theory.”

“Well, here's a fun theory. You lure me out into the field, and stab me in the back. And that's a theory I don't wanna test.”

“I'd never stab anyone in the back. That's such a boring form of betrayal.” He most definitely would stab someone in the back.

“Loki, I've studied almost every moment of your entire life. You've literally stabbed people in the back, like 50 times.”

“Well, I'd never do it again, because it got old.” You both laugh at this. Mobius looks at you, and you shrug.

“Might as well try it?” You offer. Mobius nods,

“Okay.”

“Okay, look, you don't trust me, you can trust one thing. I love to be right.” Loki adds. That certainly isn’t a lie.

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jonnnysuh · 3 years

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Never Not - Park Jinyoung

Pairing: idol!Jinyoung x gender neutral reader

Summary: Your bad day is turned around when your childhood best friend, Jinyoung, returns to your hometown and takes you on a tour of your favourite memories together.

Genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: suggested sexual experience

Word Count: 4.3k

Requested by: Anon

A/N: Hi guysssss. I took a small break from tumblr bc I got super busy with work. I haven’t written something like this in a while, but I actually loved how it turned out. I recommend listening to Never Not by Lauv to get into the mood <33

Effort was hard to make these days. Even the way you walked had an unmistakable slouch. Your exhaustive strides were just a shallow reminder that there used to be a hop in your step. Five more minutes and you were free from the shackles of work. Free to figure out what to make for dinner, and appease the gurgles of your stomach.The seconds on the point of sale system didn't seem to move fast enough as you folded the customer's final item and shoved it into a bag.

When you were a kid, no one told you how exhausting being an adult was, and thus it became something to look forward to. You were so caught up on getting that first kiss, sneaking out to go to parties, seeing people that your parents didn't approve of, that you didn't realize that life didn't slow down from there. It was like you blinked, and you were no longer 16. Instead, you were twenty-something perpetually feeling like life was just an endless pit of "what ifs" and building up the courage to make something of yourself. Another mindless "Have a good day." escaped your lips as you bid a customer bye for the nth time that day. You wondered how many of your years would waste away telling others to have a good day, when you yourself hadn't had one in a while.

You pressed your fingers against your temple to sooth a small growing headache. Working in retail for as long as you had, you knew that the s-curved line of people didn't stop for your discomfort. With a fake smile on your face, you welcomed the next few customers as your eyes wandered around the store looking for the person who was going to take over for the next hour. Fifteen minutes past the hour, your replacement finally came. Externally, you wanted to scream and ask them what took you so long? but you knew that would only make you as good as the worst customer. Graciously, you nodded at them, before walking away to the back room to fetch your things and head out.

...

You stood against the wall at the bus shelter shivering from the cool summer breeze that was disguising just how rapidly autumn was truly coming. Today probably wasn't the best day to forget your coat. You rubbed your arms for warmth, taking micro footsteps in place. The pain in your feet made you romanticize the comfort of the sturdy old bus seats as a place of rest. You felt your phone in your pocket vibrate, but you let it ring out. You were determined to get a seat on this bus. A deep sigh escaped you as you surveyed the density of the crowd on the platform- the ride home was definitely going to be longer than usual. When the bus arrived, you queued behind a long line of people. Your phone rang a second time, at this point the crowd was getting larger and you knew you weren't going to get a seat on this bus.

PRIVATE CALLER

"Hello?" you pressed your phone to your ear. Sometimes your mother used phone booths to reach you, so you expected her voice to be on the other end of the line. "I'm offended I had to call you twice for you to pick up." The voice was much deeper, and the delivery much more lighthearted than anything that would've came out of your mother. The absence of a greeting was distinct and direct, but no matter, you knew exactly who this was.

You felt the tenseness of your shoulders drop with just the sound of this voice. "If I had definitely known it was you, I wouldn't have picked up, Mr. Private caller." you jest with the phone pressed between your ear and the crook of your shoulder.

"You know, I was gonna suggest that I pick you up, but just for that comment, I change my mind."

You poke your tongue at your cheek, coyly. For all the changes that occurred in your life, for some reason you could depend on Jinyoung's quick wit and humour to hit the spot even after all this time.

"That's fine, I just finished work so I was thinking of just going home anyways." You had no idea he was even back in South Korea. Last you heard, he was on tour somewhere in North America. More than that, you couldn't even remember when the last time you actually talked was. You were curious about what he was up to these days, but you you knew any hint of urgency in your voice would lead to incessant teasing on his part. The line progressed slightly, but you still didn't feel any closer to the entrance of the bus.

"I'm about to get on a bus home."

"Well, don't get on."

"If I don't get on then you're gonna have to repay me for the fare I paid to even get here." You eyed the bus reaching its capacity, and stepped aside. You twisted your fingers in hope that he was being 100% serious, otherwise you were going to have to wait out for the 6:30pm bus.

"I can't believe the cost of your attention is only $2. Do better." the voice quipped.

"Okay, Jinyoung I guess I'll just get on, then." you threatened, although you had no intention of boarding the departing bus.

"Fine, fine. I'll pay for your fare. Just wait for me."

...

The sky had darkened tenfold since you hung up from Jinyoung's impromptu call. The streetlights glowed gold against the lavender backdrop of the sky. You sat on the bus shelter bench, swinging your feet back and forth as you waited for him. If he took even a minute longer, you vowed to somehow become the president of the Park Jinyoung hate club. Of course, you wouldn't actually, but the idea became more appealing the longer you waited.

You weren't one to go on spontaneous outings- at least not since your teenage years. Recently, you followed the strict routine of work, home, sleep, and to stray from it seemed pointless. But the fact that he even thought of you when he came back home to South Korea was still not something you could wrap your head around.

In the distance, a glow of headlights appeared, stopping perfectly adjacent to your bus stop. The window rolled down, and there appeared Jinyoung's face in all its glory. To say all the words in your vocabulary disappeared would be an understatement. A part of you doubted he would even follow through. Without missing a beat, he returned a look to you. "You just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna get in the car?"

...

Your backpack was sitting atop your lap, bouncing with the movement of the car. Jinyoung hung one hand over the steering wheel. The orange and purple of the sky twisting, and creating a brand new colour that only seemed to grace the skies at this hour. The music was unidentifiable, but the volume was low enough that you didn't even bother trying to figure it out.

"So what'd you do today?" he asked.

"I worked, I told you that." you replied, matter-of-factly.

"And how was it?"

"I honestly can't tell the difference between this week and last week. Or even last month. Same old, same old. Annoying customers, stale lunch, forgot my jacket at home even though it's 15 fucking degrees outside."

"Do you still work at that clothing store you started at when we were 20?"

Your eyes shifted, following the ever-changing scenery of the highway. No idea where he was bringing you, and yet you were brought to comfort by Jinyoung's habits. You knew he didn't have a drug deal, or a random party planned. Jinyoung was always the type to be home before midnight. He was a self-proclaimed goody-two-shoes, but you weren't completely fooled. You knew he could bend the rules if it seemed to serve him.

"That exact same one."

"Anything else?"

You looked at him, the shock settling in that he was really right next to you-- no longer just a figure on a billboard that you used to know. The changes of his physicality were subtle; his face was more defined, but his cheeks still carried the baby fat that had been there since childhood. The shadow of his facial hair loomed on his smooth skin. The mole on the top of his lip, not necessarily gone, but faded. He looked older, but the aura of his presence remained the same.

"And then I was dumb enough to get into a car with a stranger because he said he'd give me $2."

Jinyoung side eyed you, causing you to erupt in laughter. His glare was also unchanging. "Stranger? Your memory's fading already?" He shook his head disappointedly. "I thought you still had a few good years left."

"Oh yeahhhhhh. Sorry Jinyoungie. Didn't recognize you with all the fame." you pinched and pulled on his ear- both things a relic of your grade school years. When you were kids, you never let him forget the age gap. Granted, it was only 3 days, but that gave you the freedom to refer to him however you pleased, while he was stuck with the honorifics.

As you let go, the curve of his ear flushed red. "OWW.” he cried, swatting your hand away. “You’re lucky I’m driving otherwise I would pull your hair.”

Being raised with Jinyoung meant that you were inseparable but kind of in the worst way. If Jinyoung got a good mark on a test, his parents would immediately flaunt it to yours. If you wanted to sneak out, he was on your tail telling you to go back home. And if he knew you liked someone, then that person would know soon enough by the words of Jinyoung. All of that warranted ear pulling, and if you did something in retaliation he would pull your hair.

He was one of the few people in your life, who encapsulated a certain time of your life. The time in your life when you were young, and the world felt so big and everything was possible.

The car rocked back and forth as it shifted into the elevated ramp of a parking lot. Your eyes widened as you realized where you were. He lingered in his seat before popping his seatbelt off and exiting the car. You followed him, swinging the passenger door open.

"So you randomly called me because you wanted to hang out at the...convenience store?" you gestured to the old, orangey building. The bricks were chipped, and the fluorescent lights illuminated the outside through the big glass window. You remember the days when you and Jinyoung would sit on the parking blocks and split a bag of chips until you were chased off the property by the owner. He pulled on the store door, pressing his back to it and letting you enter first.

"Well, I wasn't going to come here until you started yanking my ears. That's when I knew you were hungry."

Without stopping, you weaved through the store until you reached aisle 3- the snack aisle had become a home to you and Jinyoung when you were growing up. In grade school, you were both fearful of what was beyond the boundaries of your home and school so you indulged in after school snacks at the convenience to talk about the latest happenings in your life. As you aged, it became the place of solace after exams, or the meetup location for last minute plans.

He picked up a package of gummy worms, and shook them in your face. "Do you remember what happened the last time we ate theseeee?" Jinyoung smirked. For a moment, you were taken aback by how much he had grown. In your teens, you and Jinyoung met eye to eye. Now, you felt like you had to look up at him in order to be taken seriously.

You crossed your arms, "Yeah, we ate them in the parking lot and you made me confess who I had a crush on."

"Chan, right?"

You nodded, with a sulk as you reminisced. "That wasn't fair."

"Why? Do you still have a crush on him?"

"I haven't thought about him in so long. You really think I'd have a lingering crush on a guy I haven't seen in years?"

Jinyoung shrugged, and shifted his feet. "You had a huge crush on him, though. You even stared at him like this." He rested his palm to his cheek, letting out a deep sigh while trying to maintain an enamoured expression. You snorted, hitting him on the chest. "You'd write his name all over your notebooks AND you bullied me into giving you one of my new ones." he added.

You let out a belly laugh. "And then I wrote his name all over that one too."

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. "They were premium quality notebooks. My aunt sent me them from the states!"

"You had a kabillion of them. Besides, you pestered me for-like-ever to know who I liked, but you never even told me who you had a crush on." You grabbed the bag of gummy worms from his hand and placed it in your shopping basket. Your attention shifted, as you realized you should be in search of your favourite chocolates. You knew that you were far too old to be eating junk food for dinner, but there was something familiar about being hyped up on food that you knew would rot your insides. Your eyes landed on the top row of the wall, and before you could grab your favourite chocolates, Jinyoung stripped it from the wall and dropped it into the basket. He piled on a bag of sour cream and onion chips, and then you both ventured to the drink refrigerators.

Both of you stared deeply at your drink options. On each level of the fridge, stood several different colourful drinks. If you knew Jinyoung, then you knew he would pick a Coke- it was something he swore by in your younger years. You hummed, mentally deciding between an iced tea or a vitamin water. You weren't sure why it bothered you when Jinyoung picked up a Sprite, but you tried to hide your dismay. With an ice tea in hand, and a basket full of both of your favourite things, you made your way to the cashier.

At the last moment, Jinyoung placed a bright yellow umbrella on the checkout counter. He looked down at you, surely, “You never know when it’s gonna rain.”

...

The following car ride to your next destination only lasted about 3 minutes before he parked on the side of the road and dragged you down the street, with the plastic bag full of your foods in hand.

"I should've known you were going to bring me here." you said, strolling down the familiar gravel pathway towards your elementary school. All colour in the sky had disappeared now, finding it hard to see anything but the outline of each other and some features.

Both of you settled on the grass field, onlooking the tall school building that was the foundation of your formal years. As soon as you opened the bag of chips, you found yourselves deep in conversation, talking about what life had been for him the last few years. You couldn't help but be in awe when he explained the rush he got when he got on stage, and how he got anxiety when he thought he wasn’t doing his best. The candidacy of his thoughts drew you in and you were surprised that he trusted you with his secrets.

All these years, you had always wondered what he was up to, if he was living a life far better than the one he left at home. To everyone else, he was this huge pop star that had travelled the world 3 times over, but to you, he was your best friend who left home at 16. You had seen him through the bad hair phases, the adolescent temper tantrums, the voice cracks, and the questionable fashion choices both your parents had put you in.

He leaned back on his arms as he gazed at the school. "Are you afraid of change?" You were silent for a moment as you thought. "On a scale of 1-10?" you rocked your head back and forth. "It's a 15."

Jinyoung raised his eyebrows. You held your legs to your chest, and looked at him. "Why?"

He opened his mouth, but quickly closed it and looked smugly in the other direction. "Heyyy." you poked him repeatedly. "You can't just ask me that and not tell me why."

He enclosed his hand around your finger, forcing your poking to come to a halt. It felt like he was studying your face. Never in your life had you ever felt like you were under the scope of Jinyoung's gaze. The darkness of the sky acted as a mask, hiding your blushing face.

"It was the last thing I asked you before I left." he admitted. "I asked you that when things were about to change big time for us… I always wondered if you resented me for leaving you behind."

The last day before Jinyoung left to become a full-time trainee, you two snuck on to this very same field. Both of you ran across the grass, picking up dandelions; believing that if you gathered enough and blew on them, that they would fuel your wishes.

“You thought I could resent you?” He nodded. “Well, for starters, I hate your guts.” You replied sarcastically, causing him to look at the ground with embarrassment and your face softened at the sight of it.

“You know what I wished for on all of those dandelions, Jinyoung?”

“Not to fail the math exam.” Even in a soft moment, he couldn’t help but be sly. “No!” You exclaimed.

“Well, you should’ve. You got a 48.” He sensed your killer look on him. “So what’d you wish for?”

You played with your fingers. You thought you’d take this secret to the grave. “I wished that you’d be successful in whatever you chose to do.” His eyes enlarged, alarmed at your confession. “but maybe I should’ve wished for the math thing.”

Jinyoung giggled, inching closer to you so your legs were pressed against each other.

“What did you wish for?” You asked. He smiled with the side of his mouth, shaking his head.

“I wished that I’d always find my way back home.” “Oh goddd.” You gagged. “you’re so corny.”

“What about you, huh? You used your wish on me!” he bellowed, his voice echoing against the school playground.

“Hey, I might just be the reason why you’re famous.” You fought back.

You flipped your phone over, 7:53, the brightness of it only barely illuminating the dark. You thought about what you would be doing at this moment if you weren’t here, if he hadn’t picked you up. Mmm probably falling asleep to a tv show. Probably dreading tomorrow. Probably not as happy.

"But what did I say? You know… the first time you asked me that question?” You couldn’t even begin to imagine how 16-year-old you answered.

"You said you were excited to see who we were going to become.” The words of your younger self were so hopeful, yet your current self felt hopeless. Your expression sank, and Jinyoung offered a small smile to revive it. He felt guilty having asked you the question in the first place.

You sat in silence for a bit, dwelling on the excitement for life that you once had. Where was it? And how could you get it back?

“I feel like I’ve let myself down. I don’t even know who I am now.”

Jinyoung blinked slowly, watching his childhood best friend crumble. He rested a hand on your shoulder. "I just look at you, and in so many ways you're the same. I still know what makes you laugh, and the way you say things. I can still pick out your favourite snacks, and know you’re gonna pull my ears when I do something to piss you off.” he yanked on yours softly. "Everything about you feels just how I left you. I feel my youth when I'm with you. But at the same time I’m comforted by how much you’ve changed.”

“I don’t think I’ve changed much.”

“You don’t see it, do you?” You shook your head no. “Do you remember how scared you were to even leave the house when we were kids? Now you live on your own. You never took anything seriously back then, but you’re now one of the hardest working people I know…” his voice softened. “And you let yourself be vulnerable with me when it used to take hours to drag it out of you.” You laid on his shoulder, and he rested his head on top of yours, snuggling closer. “You fear change, yet you’re changing right before your own eyes. And maybe one day, I’ll come back here, and I won’t even be able to recognize who you’ve become.” You sniffled, the idea of Jinyoung not remembering you broke your heart. You held your chest. “But if that day does come, it’ll be okay. Because I know that the person that you’ve become will have it all figured out. I’ll always be rooting for every single version of yourself even if it doesn’t include me.” You sobbed quietly, interlocking your fingers with his. He held your hand tightly, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. For once, there was an action not done out of habit or relic. It was an action evoked just for this moment, and it was a change that you didn’t mind.

…

Jinyoung held your hand, leading you down a narrow road a few minutes away. The sound of crickets, barking dogs, and distant vehicles could be heard as you stood in the middle of the road of your childhood neighbourhood.

You hadn’t been here since you moved in 2016. You looked up at the large modern house that sat on what used to be two lots. Yours and Jinyoung’s childhood homes were purchased by a wealthy business man and demolished to build the business man’s dream home. You stared at the foreign house that sat on the place of your childhood dreams and frustrations.

Jinyoung placed his hands on your shoulders and stopped you at the exact halfway point between what was once his house and your house. You rubbed your arms as a gust of wind rushed by. Without thinking, Jinyoung slipped off his hoodie and placed it on top of your shoulders.

“I remember racing you down this street.” You piped up, pointing down the end of the road. Jinyoung always won that race. No one was faster than him on this street.

“I remember finding that stray puppy and fighting over who got to keep it.” He responded.

“It should’ve been me.” You bickered. Jinyoung laughed, amused at how you were always one to hold a grudge.

“Do you remember that day when it started raining soooo hard and we had to walk shoulder to shoulder under my umbrella?”

You nodded. “Ya, that was the same day with the gummy worms, you dummy.”

“So do you remember what happened right here?” He pointed at the exact spot you were standing. You racked your head for a memory, but nothing stood out to you clearly. You shook your head no. “We always said bye to one another here...but…?” you trailed off.

He took a step forward, both of you standing directly under the streetlight now. You watched his face light up as he likely played the moment back in his head. “So that day, standing under my umbrella, we were about to go our separate ways. You turned into me.”

He took another step closer, popping open the bright yellow convenience store umbrella and holding it over your heads.

You could see it now. It was drizzling so hard, even your hair wasn’t protected from getting soaked. You wrapped your hands around the handle, just like how you did back then. Chest to chest, huddled under the umbrella. Jinyoung locked eyes with you, your heart beat faster.

“And you looked at me, and I swear I was going to say everything I wanted to tell you right then and there.” Your mouth opened in shock. “This was the place where I almost told you I loved you.”

You studied the eyes of the boy you watched grow up. He looked scared, but sure. There was no doubt in your mind that Jinyoung meant what he said. He lowered the umbrella, not letting his gaze veer from you.

Your life was just a build up of what if’s and trying to gain the courage to make something of yourself… but you didn’t want that anymore. With your heart beating out of control, you leaned into him, taking the risk and kissing his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the heat of the kiss.

A round of thunder boomed above you, and little by little, raindrops began to pour from the sky.

You and Jinyoung separated to look up at the sky. “I did say, you never know when it’s gonna rain.”

You both ran for the car, shoulder to shoulder, under the umbrella. From your heads to your toes, you were soaked in the rain, but neither of you cared. You silently thanked the world for every bad thing that happened to you today that led to this.

…

You blinked your eyes awake, surveying the damp clothes strewn across your living room floor, and the heat of the bare body laying next to you on the couch. You stared at your sleepy childhood best friend, a smile spreading across your lips. This was a change you were ready for.

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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We All Have Secrets

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

TW: Homophobia, transphobia, biphobia

(Y/N) opened the fridge, taking out the orange juice. Maria watched him with a small smile, head resting on her fist as she took in the smell of bacon and eggs.

"I love having an aspiring chef as a boyfriend." Maria cooed, giggling softly as she watched him. (Y/N) chuckled, pouring her a glass of juice and placing it infront of her.

"These are the basics everyone knows how to do." (Y/N) reminded, turning off the stove and putting the plate infront of her. He sat across from her, handing her a fork. (Y/N) looked at his phone, picking it up and answering the call from Isabela.

"Yeah?" He asked, getting a bacon strip and taking a bite.

"Remember the hacker shit? Natalia, Raul, and Gerry were the assholes who betrayed me. They chose me." Isabela told him, huffing lightly. (Y/N) heard Isabela zipping up her bag. (Y/N) looked at Maria, licking his lips. Maria blinked, eyes widening as she stared at something on her phone.

"The hacker asked if I wanted revenge." Isabela said softly. (Y/N) put down his fork, rubbing his forehead as he sighed.

"Let's talk more at school. I'll see you there." (Y/N) said, hanging up and going on instagram. He saw the posts from the hacker, watching them. (Y/N) scoffed as he watched Pablo's video.

"What a piece of shit." He whispered, scrolling down to Natalia's video. Maria put her phone down, gaze flickering from place to place. She quickly ate and finished her juice, standing up and going to (Y/N)'s bedroom.

"Princess?" (Y/N) called out, standing up and following her. Maria glanced at him, changing out of (Y/N)'s clothes and into some clothes she had left behind from previous visits and nights over.

"I-I should be there for Natalia. God knows what she might be going through." Maria said, picking up her bag. (Y/N) nodded, changing as well and grabbing his keys.

"Come on." He smiled softly, grabbing her hand. They left the house, getting into (Y/N)'s car and driving to school. Maria's leg bounced from nerves. She anxiously nibbled on her bottom lip, looking out the window.

"Who do you think is Hunny Bunny?" (Y/N) asked, staring at the road. Maria blinked and turned her head, looking at him. Her lips parted as she shrugged.

"I'm not sure." She breathed out. (Y/N) hummed, a sigh leaving him as he shook his head. He drove into the parking lot, pulling into a spot and getting out. He could hear people talking about the videos, wrapping an arm around Maria's shoulders as they headed inside. Maria immediately spotted her sister, quickly approaching her and giving her a hug.

"What they said.. Wasn't true, right?" Maria asked, pulling away and placing her hands on Natalia's shoulders. Natalia scoffed, rolling her eyes and pushing Maria's hands away.

"Of course, Maria." She crossed her arms, glancing at the other students. (Y/N) noticed Isabela walking in, heading towards the lockers.

"I'll see you in class, gorgeous." (Y/N) said, pecking Maria's temple and jogging over to Isabela. He caught up to her, gently grabbing her arm. Isabela turned her head, noticing him and sighing softly. She pulled him into a classroom, arms crossing as she leaned against a desk.

"Natalia, Gerry, and Raul were behind it. I can't believe them! They sacrificed me to save their owm asses." Isabela shook her head, tapping her foot on the ground. She bit her bottom lip, eyes watering.

"They were supposed to be my friends. I wouldn't have saved my ass. I would've had my own secret revealed to save them. I guess the truth's out. Natalia's a thief, Rauls dad is a corrupted politician, Gerry's gay, and Pablo is a cheater." Isabela shook her head, sighing deeply. She looked at (Y/N), eyes softening.

"I know you love Maria. You can stick by her and Natalia-"

"No, Isa. I've known you longer than any of them. I love Maria but she'll support Natalia like always. I'll support you. You know Maria supports you as well. She just doesn't want to hurt her sister." (Y/N) shrugged lightly, running a hand through his hair. He placed a hand on Isabela's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You'll always have my support, Isa. Don't listen to what these nosy fuckers have to say." (Y/N) said, pulling her in for a hug. Isabela hugged him back tightly, sniffling softly. They pulled back and gave each other smiles. Isabela took out her phone to check her makeup, making sure it wasn't running.

"You're the person I can trust." She mumbled, fixing her hair. They headed to class when the bell rang, entering and getting their lab coats. (Y/N) sat down beside Maria, gaze briefly locking with Javier. He looked away, sighing softly. The classroom was mostly silent, tension high in the air. A lot of things had been revealed over the span of two days.

"Jeez, why is everyone so tense? The only who should be tense is Natalia." Rosita said, chuckling as she motioned towards the irritated girl. The boys snickered, earning glares from Natalia. Isabela didn't spare Pablo a glance, simply looking forward. Maria glanced at (Y/N), reaching over and taking his hand. The teacher, Gabriela, walked in, greeting the class as she walked towards the front. She noticed the silence and sighed.

"Look, I know all of us are a little nervous after what happened but let's try to stay focused in class today, alright?" Gabriela looked over them.

"Let's start by brainstorming ideas for the science project." She tugged on the bottom of the projector, letting it rise to reveal a drawing on the whiteboard with 'Pablo's giant dick' next to it. Snickers spread across the classroom. Gabriela scoffed, beginning to erase it. Pablo got up to help, mumbling things under his breath. Isabela rolled her eyes, tapping her pen on the table. (Y/N) snorted quietly, earning a nudge from Maria.

"You've never seen one that big?" Pablo asked, dusting off his hands and looking at the others.

"Why are you doing it? Why not let her do it? It's her dick." Gerry said, motioning to Isabela. (Y/N)'s small grin dropped, sitting up and glaring at Gerry.

"Shut the fuck up, Gerry." (Y/N) sneered. Maria gave his hand a squeeze, shaking her head lightly. Isabela scoffed and raised her hand.

"Gabriela, can I change partners? I don't want to work with Pablo." Isabela said. Gabriela nodded.

"You can work with Natalia. Maria can work with Pablo-"

"I don't want Natalia either." Isabela crossed her arms, avoiding Natalia's stunned gaze. "Can I work with (Y/N)?"

"Isa! I already told you I didn't steal anything!" Natalia huffed, frowning and glaring at her classmates. Gerry raised his hand, looking serious.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"What is it?"

"I think Alex, (Y/N), and Ismael should work together. They'd make a diverse and open-minded project." Gerry said, shrugging as students laughed. Isabela stood up from her seat, walking towards Gerry. Gerry quickly stood and backed up.

"Isabela! My name's Isabela, asshole." Isabela snapped, glaring at Pablo when he got between them. (Y/N) got up, walking towards Gerry and grabbing him by the collar.

"(Y/N), baby, calm down!" Maria stood and went after her boyfriend, pulling on his arm. She glanced at Javier who tried pulling him back as well. Isabela pushed Pablo back, stepping away from him.

"(Y/N), let him go. Do it this instant." Gabriela ordered, glancing at Isabela and Pablo. (Y/N) let him go, turning and looking at Isabela as she pushed Natalia back as well.

"Don't touch me!" Isabela glared at them, continuing to back away from them. Gerry was pushed away from (Y/N) by Gabriela to keep them apart.

"Calm down your bunny, dude!" Gerry told Pablo. Isabela scoffed, eyes watering as she rolled her eyes. Gerry feinged surprise, hand covering his mouth.

"Oh my god. That's right! Ismael isn't your bunny, right?" Gerry asked. Isabela grabbed a testing tube, throwing it at Gerry with a frustrated scream. Gerry ducked, letting it shatter behind him. The classroom went silent.

"And that's Ismael!" Gerry laughed as Gabriela grabbed him, pushing him towards that door.

"That's enough! All of you to the principals office!" Gabriela shouted at them, pointing towards the door. Isabela took off the lab coat, tossing it to the side and leaving the classroom. (Y/N) followed after, walking out of the classroom. Natalia, Pablo, Gerry, and Javier followed after.

"Miss-"

"You stay here, Maria." Gabriela breathed out, pushing her red curls away from her face as she panted softly.

(Y/N) plopped down beside Isabela, hands in his pockets. He sat up and scooted closer to her when Javier sat beside him. Javier noticed, jaw clenching but he stayed silent.

"That's one way to skip class." (Y/N) muttered, tilting his head back. Isabela sighed, arms crossed and shoulders tense. Lulu, Quintanilla's secretary, looked over them with a disapproving head shake. They silently waited to be called into Quintanillas office. Sofia joined them, sitting beside Javier. Quintanilla opened his door, motioning to Pablo. Pablo pushed himself off the wall, entering his office. (Y/N) scoffed at the flirtatious look Lulu gave him when he passed by her.

"I always knew she had a loose screw." (Y/N) mumbled, toying with his hoodie strings. Isabela glanced at him, lightly shaking her head.

"Bet it's drier than the Sahara down there." Isabela mumbled with a small grin, earning a chuckle from (Y/N).

"(Y/N), can we talk later?" Sofia asked after leaning forward. (Y/N) looked at her, nodding. He glanced at Javier before looking forward again. Sofia shifted her gaze onto Isabela. The two quietly spoke before Isabela was called in. Sofia stood and took her spot, giving (Y/N) small smile.

"It's been a while since we've hung out." Sofia said quietly. (Y/N) licked his lips, shrugging as he gave her a small grin.

"Yeah, we haven't had a depressing conversation on the roof in forever." They chuckled. Sofia smiled and sighed, running a hand through her short hair. (Y/N) wrapped his hoodie string around his finger, gaze drifting to the ground.

"What do you want to talk about?" (Y/N) asked, brows furrowing. Sofia looked at him, licking her chapped lips. She glanced at the others, leaning in slightly.

"The hacker's identity." She explained quietly. (Y/N) hummed, nodding slowly. He glanced at Javier when he stood up to get a cup of water.

"I don't think you'd do something like this." Sofia said, giving him a small smile. (Y/N) looked at her, cocking a brow.

"And why not? Am I not smart enough to be a hacker?"

"Yeah, basically." Sofia nodded, laughing when (Y/N) scoffed and gently pushed her. He looked up when Isabela left the office, letting the door slam behind her. She mumbled things under her breath as she passed by. Javier sat down, watching her walk away. Quintanilla called for Natalia but Lulu reminded him of a meeting.

"Luis mom is here cause her son's backpack was peed on." Lulu explained. (Y/N) immediately looked at Gerry, scoffing and shaking her head.

"You've got to be a certain type of breed to pee on people's stuff like an animal." (Y/N) said under his breath, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. Natalia entered Quintanillas office as Sofia stood up to get water. (Y/N) stared up at the ceiling as he waited to be called. Natalia quickly rushed out of the office, earning odd looks.

"(Y/N), come in." Quintanilla called, nodding inside.

"Finally." (Y/N) whispered as he stood, walking into his office and sitting down. He rested his arm on the armrest, watching Quintanilla sit down.

"I'm surprised to see you here. You're usually a well behaved student. Now, I know Isabela is a good friend of yours-"

"Is Gerry gonna face any consequences? What he's doing can be considered bullying." (Y/N) cut him off, tilting his head. Quintanilla licked his lips, giving a small nod.

"Well, as far as I'm aware, this is a one time occurrence." Quintanilla shrugged.

"With Isabela, maybe. What about Luis? Gerry and his ass kissers always bully him. They peed on his fucking backpack. You would've made time for his mom. What kind of principal lets a bully get away with no consequences? Oh, wait... I know. The type who just wants to suck up to the parents of the rich kids. You know, I really hoped you were better, Quintanilla. You're just as incompetent as Lulu." (Y/N) shook his head, looking towards the window. Quintanilla cleared his throat.

"Where is this attitude coming from?"

"From exhaustion. When Luis finally snaps and does something stupid or Gerry decides to impress his friends by doing a shitty thing, it'll be entirely on you." (Y/N) stood, chair scratching loudly against the floor. He walked towards the door, opening it and grabbing the door handle. He pulled on it, making it slam loudly. (Y/N) dug his hands into his pockets, walking away. He glanced at the four remaining, giving a small shrug.

"Today's a great day." He grinned, heading downstairs. (Y/N) blew a raspberry, walking towards a water fountain. He drank some water, leaning back and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He looked at Maria as she approached him. She wrapped her arms around him, gazing up at him.

"(N/N), what happened? What did you talk about?" Maria asked, frowning. (Y/N) shrugged, wrapping an arm would her waist and walking beside her.

"We talked about conversing before escalating things." (Y/N) replied, giving her a small smile. Maria relaxed, leaning against him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Isa probably already told you but Nati stole her phone and let the hacker have it." Maria said softly, still in disbelief.

"I can't believe my sister is not only a thief but a terrible friend." Maria looked up at him, giving his side a squeeze. (Y/N) looked down at her, smiling softly.

"I'm thankful I got with the better sister." (Y/N) grinned, laughing softly. Maria rolled her eyes playfully, giving him gently.

"Maria, I need your help!" The couple looked at Natalia with furrowed brows. Natalia looked between them, a frown on her face.

"Help me look for my purse. I think I left it in science class but.. I-I don't know." Natalia grabbed Maria's hand, pulling them along. (Y/N) sighed, letting go of Maria when they entered the science classroom. The three searched for Natalia's bag.

"How do you lose a pink bag?" (Y/N) asked, glancing under some seats. Natalia shrugged, continuing to frantically search.

"I'm not sure." Natalia breathed out. (Y/N) dusted off his hands on his jeans, standing beside Maria. The two watched Natalia, sharing a glance.

"It'll appear again, Nati. We need to focus on the Nona thing." Maria reminded as she faced her. (Y/N) wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Maria, focus. Do you know how much that purse costs?" Natalia asked, frustrated. Rosita entered the classroom, letting a grin slip.

"Are you okay, Nati?" Rosita asked, tilting her head. Natalia spun around to face her.

"No! My purse is missing!" She huffed. Maria sighed, leaning back against (Y/N). Rosita clicked her tongue, pouting.

"Too bad they stole your purse. I'm sure you had to save up a lot for it." Rosita said, the fake pity clear as day. Natalia looked at her, slowly approaching her.

"You know where it is?" She asked quietly.

"What's the matter with you? Not everyone is like you." Rosita said. She grinned widely, blowing her kiss.

"See you around." She turned and walked away.

"Fucking bitch!" Natalia screamed after her, earning a look from Maria. (Y/N) chuckled, shaking his head and looking away when Natalia glared at him. He pecked the top of Maria's head before stepping away from her.

"So, where else have you been?" (Y/N) asked, tilting his head. "Maybe you left it somewhere else."

"I already checked my locker and the lunchroom. Rosita fucking stole it. She's such a bitch." Natalia muttered. (Y/N) took out his phone when it vibrated, looking at the text.

Javier W.

We need to talk.

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vanillann · 4 years

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the red dress incident (edmund pevensie x f.reader)

it’s not in this request but they ask for #38!!! thank you for the request!! also kinda a modern au! also everyone is aged up but their is a bit of underage drinking.

warning: underaged drinking, creepy dude, the word hot used a lot, kinda ish slut shamming( DO YOU BEAUTIFUL), super long and i believe that’s all

“Lucy I don’t think this party is a good idea,” Susan stated from her spot on Lucy's bed.

Lucy stood in her closet, her finger tapping her chin. I laid across the floor of Lucy bedroom, a Rubik's cube in my hand.

“I kind of agree with Susan, we barely know the dude throwing it.”

Lucy shrugged and pulled a red dress from her closet, landing a top of my face.

“Here’s your dress (Y/N),” Lucy then pulled out a pale yellow dress, laying it on the bed with her all white tennis shoes.

“Thanks for that.”

I stood up, sitting beside Susan on the bed overlooking the outfit.

“Very Lucy.”

Susan nodded her head and looked over at me.

“Makes sense.”

“I can't help it. I don't like dark colors and leather jackets like you (Y/N).”

I shrugged and fell on my back, letting her soft blankets overtake me.

“Hey Lucy have you seen-”

I looked up to see Edmund standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

“Why is she here?”

I rolled my eyes and looked up at Lucy's ceiling.

“I live next door and your little sister is my best friend, now please stop asking dumb questions.”

Edmund sighed turning back to look at Lucy.

“Why are you friends with her again?”

“Why are you in my room again?”

Edmund kicked off the doorframe, walking into the room completely. He picked up my red dress from the floor.

“Who's this?”

I waved my hand, giving him a deadpan look. He simply rolled his eyes and threw it at me. He then got on all four, looking under Lucy's bed.

“I left my wallet in her last night, have you seen it?”

Lucy walked to her dresser, pulling a leather wallet from her top drawer. He looked over at the wallet, standing up to grab it. Once he got close to her, she moved the wallet behind her back.

“You get it back once you apologize to (Y/N).”

I sat up, the wicked smile crossed my face in seconds.

“Lucy, that would be like Jesus apologizing to the devil.”

“I’m the devil in this, right?”

Edmund looked over his shoulder at me, his death glare better than it used to be as a kid. He gave me the middle finger looking back at Lucy.

“Why should I apologize to the girl who is a bad influence on my baby sister?”

Susan looked up at him, her face shocked. A stern “Edmund” fell from her lips but that didn’t stop anything.

“Bad influence?” I stood up from the soft pink bed, the sneaker gliding across the floor to Edmund.

“Yeah a bad influence, I mean look at this dress.”

He pushed past my shoulder, picking up the silk material from the bed with one finger, like it was going to bite him.

“I happen to like that dress,” Lucy pointed a finger at her brother. Susan grabbed the dress from his finger, holding to her chest.

“You’re mad that you know your sister is living to the fullest and you're stuck at home cranky all the time.”

I took a single step closer to him.

“I don’t think sleeping around is living life to the fullest.”

Edmund did the same as I did seconds ago, the room beside us felt like miles.

“At least people want to sleep with me.”

I took another step closer to him, noticing the small hit of hazel in his eyes now.

“Only cause that dress.”

He took a step closer while pointing to the dress Susan still held. Our noses were almost touched with how close we were. The anger breaths made the air around us both feel hot and steamy.

“You just hate to admit that this dress would look hot on me.”

“Trust me, I don’t think much can look good on you.”

I looked up at this wicked smile, the confidence I had moments ago gone. The anger bubbled inside of me.

“I'll finish getting ready for the party at my place Lucy, see you at 10.”

I moved to look over at Susan, a sad smile across her face.

“I think you’re very beautiful (Y/N),” Susan whispered as I took the dress gently from her hands.

“I know Susan, but you’re the hot one around here.” I gave a dramatic wink and left the room, waving to Lucy as I left.

The red silk dress hung from my waist, the leather jacket around me keeping me warm. The black combat boots made me feel empowered, but Edmund's angry face had me grabbing another drink from the cooler.

“Don’t listen to my brother, he’s just angry like he always is.”

Lucy held a water to her lips, trying to stay somewhat sober.

“Is your boyfriend here yet?”

Lucy looked at me, shaking her head and looking down at her phone.

“He’s in the bathroom, he’ll be out in a minute.”

I nodded my head, downing the rest of the drink in my hand.

“Three down, many more to go.”

Edmund sat in his room, watching the weird medieval drama play out across the TV.

The character came down the stairs in a bright red dress, Edmund looked away from the TV as he realized the color similarities from your dress.

The sight of your hurt face was on his brain since you walked out of Lucy's room earlier.

Suddenly his phone rang, he jumped so high in the sky he was surprised he didn’t fall off the bed.

The unknown number flashed across his phone, the confusion kicked in. He slowly answered, a quiet hello fell past his lips.

“I look so hot right now.”

Slurred speech took over the other line, (Y/N) voice could barely be heard over the loud music.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes King Edmund, King of Opinions,” she gave a small giggle before a loud ‘off’ echoed throughout the phone line.

Edmund jumped up, now completely sitting up.

The sound of shuffling and groans were all he heard before (Y/N) yelled “Another please”, Edmund immediately jumped from his bed and ran into Lucy's room.

The small piece of paper with the address of the party sat on her desk table, just like Peter made her promise to do.

“I’m coming right now, stop drinking please.”

Edmund quickly hung up and grabbed his keys. The panic flooded him as he drove the 10 minute to the crowded party.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, (Y/N) stood on the porch with a small man standing beside her.

He touched her shoulder, to which he pushed away.

“I’m not that drunk bud.”

He finger ghosted over her shoulder again when Edmund finally reached them.

“I don't think that means do it again,” (Y/N) head snapped up, looking him over once.

“Told you, I look hot.”

(Y/N) tried to push off the wall, but fell to the porch. The guy beside went to pick her up, but Edmund quickly pushed the boy off. His anger was worse than it ever was when he was fighting with her.

He bent down and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder.

“I got this.”

(Y/N) chuckled as he picked her up from the wooden floor.

“You wanted to see how hot I look, didn't you?”

Edmund looked at her cocky smile, her eyes completely closed.

“Why do you only ever describe yourself as hot?”

Edmund placed her in the passenger seat, closing the door and quickly running to the driver side.

“Maybe because I am.”

She shrugged and looked over at him, her eyes wide and happy.

“I always thought you were more than that.”

Edmund looked at the road ahead, knowing he could say anything since she wouldn't remember in the morning. The feelings from when he was a 15 year old boy came rushing back, the crush he had on his younger sister's best friend.

“We used to be friends, what happened?”

Edmund quickly looked back over at her, the memory of Peter dating Susan's best friend that ended horribly.

“Things got complicated.”

(Y/N) simply threw her head back, her eyes closing.

Edmund's house came into view, relief flooding his head. Without thinking Edmund passed the drunk girl driveway, pulling right into his.

Once parked,Edmund moved to grab her, the cute little smile spread across her face

“I like complicated things.”

Edmund sighed, quickly picking the girl up and walking into the house. He passed every room, heading up the stairs to his room. The same drama was still on from when he left.

He placed her on the bed, watching as she curled into his blanket.

He took his phone out his pocket, sending Lucy a quick text about you.

Suddenly a leg came in contact with the back of his own, his body went tumbling to the ground.

Soft giggles and sorry could be heard above him. He groaned, getting off his hardwood floor.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, sorry.”

Edmund stood up completely, dusting off fake dirt.

“It’s fine, just my floor.”

“I meant every time I said mean things.”

He looked over at her, her sad smile playing with his soccer themed blanket.

“I said meaner things.”

Edmund didn't wait for a replay, leaving to grab the makeup wipe Lucy uses from the bathroom.

When he came back, looked up at him and smiled. He couldn’t help the blush across his face.

“I think you fell in love with me tonight.”

Edmund shook his head as he walked closer to the girl. He dragged the makeup wipe across her soft face, dark browns and gold covered the once clean wipe.

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

She laughed, her arms grabbing onto his biceps. He smiled at her, the nice her brought all those weird funny feelings back.

Edmund always liked nice (Y/N), but she became very rare after her car accident. With her new found anger and Edmund crush that could never happen, the fights came easy.

Suddenly (Y/N) stood from the bed and marched into Lucy's room, yelling something about “soft pj’s”, to which Edmund let her be.

He waited outside in the hallway until the door opened, she looked so out of place in a bright baby boy pj set.

Edmund wrapped an arm around her shoulder to Lucy's bed. She quickly moved from his arm and wrapped herself in the soft blankets.

Edmund turned to leave before (Y/N) grabbed his hand.

“You never told me if I looked hot.”

Edmund smiled, squeezing her hand once then letting go.

“I would use words more like stunning and gorgeous, but sure. You looked hot.”

Edmund left the room once he turned the lights off. As soon as the door closed Edmund phone dings. He fished it out his pocket to see a message from Lucy.

Lucy: Sorry about that, please remove her makeup or she will be grumpy in the morning

Edmund smirked, walking to his medieval drama playing on the TV.

#edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #narina #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #prince caspian #narnia x reader

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I'm here. (ft. Rindou, Akira & Ginsei)

aka I'm spoiling myself here klsfnklfe

prompt: You have a habit of locking yourself off whenever you're feeling down, and the boys want to remind you that they're here for you.

Ginsei

Ginsei noticed that as of late, he's barely ever seen or heard from you. He wants to be understanding and give you your personal space, but the time he does have with you is growing thinner and thinner, and he misses you badly.

Of course, his initial reaction is that you're growing tired of him. It would break his heart and his already frail ego, but he understands if you no longer wanted him. He just wished you would tell him instead of keeping him hanging.

By coincidence, a close friend of yours came to Starless, asking if you've ever been here the past couple of days.

Ginsei is the first one to approach them, telling your friend that you've barely made contact with him. Your friend reaffirms Ginsei's worries, saying that you've ghosted everyone yet again.

Ginsei grows extremely worried at this point. Did something happen to you?

Your friend explains that perhaps you've locked yourself up again, since you did mention that you've been having a rough time lately.

He's surprised, because you never told him anything. He feels regretful that you don't trust him enough to tell him how you're feeling, but he's determined to change that today.

After his shift, he immediately made his way to your place. In hindsight, he probably should have thought of buying you something, but his mind could only think of seeing you again.

He knocks on the door. Once. Twice. Thrice.

It was when he was about to knock for a fourth time that you opened the door. His eyes open wide as he saw you, your eyes red and puffy.

"Princess, what happened?"

You try to play it as having been awoken by his sudden visitation, but the crack in your voice and your nose obviously clogged gave away that you've been crying not long ago.

Ginsei takes your hands in his and give them a small kiss.

"Princess, I'm right here. If anything's troubling you, please tell me. I promised you that I'd always be beside you, but I can only do it if you let me. Please?"

The warmth you felt as he embraced you was so comforting that you ended up crying once more, and Ginsei gladly let you pour your heart out until you were ready to tell him what happened.

Akira

Akira takes action the quickest of these three. It doesn't take long for him to come knocking at your door if you keep ignoring his texts or calls within a day or two.

He'll come to your residence with a box of your favourite chocolates and a stuffed toy from the arcade that you've been eyeing at for a while now.

He knocks and rings the door bell multiple times, but the silence convinces him that you're not there. He decides to give you a call, just to make sure you really aren't home.

To his surprise, he hears your ringtone go off, and it was loud enough for him to believe that you were just on the other side of the door.

"Babe?"

You open the door, greeting him with your head down.

Alarms are going off in his head. Did something happen? Were you hiding something from him? He had many questions, but his words were stuck in his throat.

You then whimpered a small apology before your shoulders tense up. You were...crying as quietly as you could.

He finally gets the strength to ask you what happened as he firmly grasped your arms. He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and his eyes grew wider as he saw your face.

It looked...exhausted, and it seemed that you've been crying repeatedly.

Akira brings you and himself into your home before embracing you tightly.

"Babe, I'm here for you, okay? And I'll stay here for as long as you want me to."

True to his word, Akira ended up comforting you for so long that it had been too late. You tell him he could sleep over, much to his delight.

The whole night he's taking care of you. He's ordered take out from your favourite restaurant, he gives you the most soothing bath you've had in a while, and singing for you as he dries your hair with a towel.

As you both fall asleep, he whispers in your ears one last time with that soothing voice of his,

"I'm right here for you, babe. So don't go around pushing yourself away from me, okay?"

Rindou

Much like Ginsei, Rindou doesn't take action until after a while. Rindou however, would much rather believe that you've already found a new lover for yourself and so, he never really thought of confronting you about it. He believes you're happier now, and the thought alone was good enough for him.

Team P had noticed how much this affected their leader, who was normally always so composed.

It wasn't until Maica FINALLY got a hold of you did Rindou seem genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

He borrows Maica's phone and darted for the back alley, where he could have some privacy.

His worry skyrockets the second he hears your voice quivering. You apologize to him, and explain why you've been distancing yourself for a while.

His heart was filled with so much regret, and he got mad at himself for thinking you had left him. He was mad at himself for not going and talking to you, especially when you needed him the most.

"My love...I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, but I'll make it up. I'll come visit you later after my shift is over, okay? Please stay strong for me for just a bit longer."

Rindou returned to the rehearsal room looking much more determined, which helped boosted Team P's own morale. And it was good timing too, or else they would have had another horrible show after doing so well so far.

When he finished his shift, Rindou left as quick as he could. He wants to make up for all the lost time between the two of you as quickly as he could.

He rang your doorbell, and the second you open the door you're embraced in a tight hug. It wasn't crushingly tight, but with you crying for the past several hours, it was hard to breath with a clogged off nose.

You tell him that as you push him away a little, and he apologizes.

"I'm right here, right now. And I promise I won't leave you alone again. So, won't you tell me what's bothering you, my dear?"

#im sorry for my simping clown shoes #bsts #blackstar theater starless #bsts ginsei #bsts akira #bsts rindou #bsts headcanons

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multiplefandomfics · 3 years

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Relations 2.0

So guys, this is kinda an alternative to Relations I posted yesterday. This time with a Rogers! Reader. I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, violence, trauma, nightmares, PTSD, unprotected smut, alzheimers, kinda AU

Words: 3702

"How is she today?" you asked your cousin.

"Not much changed. I'm just happy she remembers us." She answered.

"Did she tell you something new?"

"No, not really. You want to go in now?"

"Yes, I don't know but it always makes me happy to see her. No matter what state she's in." You smiled at her.

Peggy was your fathers mother and you loved her. She had taught you and Sharon how to be brave and independent women.

"Hello grandma. How are you doing today?" You sat down next to her.

"Oh, how nice of you to visit me, my dear." She smiled at you. "I slept very well. How was your day?" Peggy might have an illness which ate away at her memories but she was the most courteous person on the planet.

“Oh, you know just as always. S.H.I.E.L.D is definitely keeping me on my feet.” you smiled at her.

“Yes, yes, I can imagine.” she took your hand.

You talked a bit more and listened to stories you had heard a 1000 times before but still enjoyed seeing your grandma so happy.

Then your phone rang.

“Agent Carter? We need you at the facility immediately.”

“I’ll be right there.” you answered.

“Grandma, I’m sorry I gotta go. Duty calls. I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise.” you kissed her on the forehead before you left.

“Good that you are here. We have found something incredible way up north embedded in ice.” Agent Coulson told you and handed you a file.

When you opened it up and saw the pictures you gasped loudly and had the urge to sit down.

The photographs showed your grandfather, frozen in uniform and with the shield. You recognized him immediately.

“Y/N are you alright?” Coulson asked.

The problem was that no one knew your family history. Peggy had kept quiet about her unplanned pregnancy and the whereabouts of the father. She had gotten married while still pregnant and in those times no one questioned that the baby was way early.

“Yes, no, I mean… I don’t know. I can’t believe you found him. Now the nation can finally bury their fallen hero.” you mumbled.

“Oh, you must have misunderstood. Captain Rogers isn’t dead. He’s in recovery.” Coulson explained.

“What? How is that possible?”

“Well the ice must have preserved him and the serum in his veins kept him alive.”

Not even a second later rang Coulson’s phone. An Agent called from Times Square. Steve Rogers had woken up and figured out that something was not right so he escaped the room where he was supposed to recover.

“I need to talk to him. I think I will be able to calm him. This must be awful for him.” you begged Coulson.

“Alright, let’s go. Times Square is just around the corner.” you jumped into your car and drove speeding down the streets of New York.

When you arrived Director Fury had already kinda calmed Steve so you walked over to him.

Nick Fury was the only person in the world outside your family who knew your family's secret. So he didn’t hesitate to let you through.

“Captain Rogers? Would you care to come with me? I'd like to explain everything to you.” you smiled at him.

“Peggy? he asked, astonished. You had never seen too much resemblance between your grandma and yourself but apparently Steve saw it.

“Close. But no. MY name is Y/N Carter. I’m her granddaughter. We have a lot of catching up to do. Want to join me?” he just nodded and followed you.

You drove in silence with about 5 bulletproof dark SUVs following you at close range.

You stopped in front of a S.H.I.E.L.D office and walked inside.

When you closed the door to your office behind you and him the reality of it all finally started to seep into your bones and you started shaking.

He noticed immediately and stepped closer. Ever the gentleman of the 40’s that he was, he asked if you were okay.

“Well there is so much I want to tell you. Actually, I have since I was a child. And I never thought I’d ever get the chance to nor did I think it was my place to tell you. But…” you kept rambling.

“What are you talking about?” he looked confused.

“Okay, here we go. All or nothing.” you mumbled to yourself.

“Peggy is my grandmother, and you are my grandfather.” you finished quietly.

“Excuse me?” he thought he might have misheard you.

“Just after you supposedly died Grandma Peggy found out that she was pregnant. She always said it was a drunken night after Sergeant Barnes died? It’s a secret which almost no one outside of the family knows. I would have let Peggy tell you herself but she has alzheimers and a lot of the time she is not really there anymore.” you explained to him.

“Peggy is still alive? I need to see her.” he picked up on your story.

“But first I’d like to hug my granddaughter if that’s alright by you.” he grinned.

“Ehm, yes sure.” you outstretched your arms and he embraced you. You had never felt so safe in anyone's arms before.

Before anyone could argue with you you had taken Steve to see Peggy in her retirement facility.

“Steve? You’re alive?” she asked in disbelief when she spotted him by her bed. He grinned and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

“Yes, my love. And I missed you so much. How is my girl today?” he asked her.

“I was never better. Y/N come here darling. Meet your grandfather sweetie.” she spoke slowly in that posh british accent of hers.

“I already have nana and he is just as amazing as you have always told me.” you said while tears were forming in your eyes.

After that conversation you left them alone for a while to talk.

The next few weeks no day passed without you spending time with Steve. Unfortunately you had no contact with your mom or dad anymore. They didn’t want anything to do with you anymore after you had decided on your S.H.I.E.L.D career path.

That had been years ago and you weren’t sad anymore but now you would have wished, for Steve's sake, that he could meet his son.

Maybe someday your dad would be ready for this.

Somehow it came as it had to. People found out about your relation to Captain America and started to bother you immensely.

Then came the point on which it couldn't get any worse.

You came home after a long day of work and just wanted to relax in a bubble bath and then go to bed. But it came differently than you thought.

The moment you opened your door and turned around to shut it an arm closed around your throat and another grabbed for your holstered gun. Your assailant was too strong for you to overpower. You lost consciousness quickly.

When you awoke you were chained to a chair, gagged too.

And then you saw him. Sitting in a corner opposite you. Long dark hair, black mask and tac gear. His left arm was made of metal and wirred when he moved it.

When he noticed you had woken up he stood and walked over to you,

He didn’t say a word and you couldn’t. Otherwise you would have given him a piece of your mind.

You didn’t expect his next move. He took the gag from your mouth and pushed a bottle of water against your lips. You drank greedily because you hadn’t noticed your parched throat before.

“What do you want from me?” you asked after he had taken the bottle away.

“Leverage.” was all he said.

“Are you working for hydra?” you asked. You had had your suspicions for a long time that the agency had been operating from the underground.

He stayed silent and then you felt your mind slip. Of course something must have been in the water.

The next time you came to you heard voices around you but couldn’t focus at first.

When you finally could concentrate you recognized voices you had suspected of being evil before. Alexander Pierce and Brock Rumlow. Idiots! you thought.

“Ah, there she is. Did the soldier take good care of you?” Pierce mocked and you spat at him which earned you a nice backhand to the face from Rumlow.

“Now that we have that out of the way, let us proceed with our plan, shall we?.”

God, how much you hated that douchebag!

They took a video from you probably as leverage. Just as their soldier had told you. What they wanted to blackmail from S.H.I.E.L.D or Steve, you didn’t know.

After they had everything from you they brought you to a room which strongly resembled the cell in an asylum. Thick padded walls you couldn’t hurt yourself on, a small field bed with a blanket and a toilet with a sink in one corner behind a milky screen.

You banged against the walls and door at first to get any kind of attention but after receiving none you decided to leave it be and save your strength.

Hours later a doctor came into the room to take a blood sample from you but you wouldn’t have that so you fought against him until they brought the soldier in to hold you down. That was the first time you saw him after he kidnapped you. And this time he wasn’t wearing a mask. His face was expressionless and his hair was longer than on the pictures you had seen at the museum but the man standing in front of you was undeniably James Barnes. Your grandfather's best friend since childhood who you had believed was dead since 1943.

“Bucky?” you asked and he gave you a confused look. At first you doubted your eyes but you were so sure it was him. “What did you do to him? He is a good man!” you yelled at the doctor who just smiled at you maliciously.

Still struggling in Bucky’s hold the doc took a sample of your blood and they left but not before Bucky threw you one last thoughtful glance.

Days ticked by and nothing happened. You saw someone bring you food twice a day but that was about all the human contact you were given.

You couldn’t stop thinking about your granddad’s best pal being enslaved and obviously brainwashed for God knows how long. It made you so sad to think about his past. What he must have endured in hydra’s grasp.

Then one night suddenly the light in your room changed and you noticed the cause being that the door had been opened. You decided that that was your only chance and snuck out of the room. You tried to find orientation points in the weird and long hallways. But you noticed every time you didn’t know where to go, a door opened somewhere.

Just for a second you contemplated if this might have been a sick trap but you still followed it because, what did you have to lose?

When you stepped through the last door you heard someone call your name.

“Y/N! Over here!” Not 10 meters away from you stood Steve in full gear.

“Steve! Thank God you found me. Did you open all these doors?”

“Doors? What? No. I haven’t even been inside yet.” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind.

“Then who paved the way for me?” you thought out loud. Until it suddenly hit you. “Bucky!” you yelled.

“What? Are you alright? Bucky has been dead for decades.” Steve informed you.

“No you don’t understand. He is here. He must have been the one to help me. We have to find him.” you turned around and ran back inside faster than Steve could grab you.

“Y/N no!” he yelled and ran after you.

Suddenly you stopped dead in your tracks and Steve almost ran you over. 5 meters in front of you stood a dark figure, not moving a muscle.

“Bucky?” you called lowly.

Steve tensed up behind you. He too had recognized his old pal.

“Buck?” He whispered, shocked.

“Come on Bucky. We have to get out of here. And thank you for helping me.” you smiled and stretched your arm out.

He took the invitation and slowly walked towards you. Together you got out of the building and headed toward the pickup spot where the jet waited.

Bucky had still not said a word. While Steve flew the plane you sat down next to Bucky who seemed lost in thought. He didn’t notice you sliding into the seat next to him until you laid your hand on his thigh. “Buck? How do you feel?”

“Confused. I can’t believe that I am not under their control anymore.” he said.

“You are safe now. I promise we will take care of you. S.H.I.E.L.D will help you get back on your feet. You are a hero.”

“No, not S.H.I.E.L.D. They have been infiltrated by hydra. You saw Pierce and Rumlow. We can’t trust anyone.” he yelled, almost panicked.

“You are right. Steve, where are we headed?” you called out to your pilot for the moment.

“I was about to get us to Washington D.C.. S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. But now that I heard what you said I think it might be best to find a different place. So Y/N where to? Do you have a plan b?”

“In fact I do. Keep going, I'll send the coordinates right to you.” you ordered.

3 hours later you landed at a farm.

“Clint. It’s good to see you.” you said and wrapped the archer in a tight hug.

“How is the family?” you tried to make conversation.

“Good as always. So what’s the deal with this?” he asked back.

“Well, you know Captain Rogers and this is Sergeant James Barnes. It’s a long story but we need a place to lay low for a while that S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t know about.”

“Ah, so you thought of me. Naturally. Alright, come on in, dinner should be ready soon and Laura always makes too much.”

Dinner had been great and now you were sitting on the porch with a glass of wine just relaxing and telling Clint everything. You trusted him with all your heart. Him, Natasha Romanoff and Nick Fury.

“So S.H.I.E.L.D is hydra now?” he asked, confused.

“Well yes but it seems hydra was always sleeping just under the surface waiting for the right moment to strike.” you clarified.

“So what do you intend to do next?” he asked again.

“Well, I have already sent an encrypted message to Nick Fury. He will know how to proceed from her on. Then we need to grab hydra by the roots and pull them out. If that doesn’t work we need all the help we can get to take down everything. S.H.I.E.L.D, hydra, all of it.” you described.

“Buck, what can you tell us about their plan?”

Bucky took a deep breath and started to recite everything that he knew or had gathered. Good thing that no one had actually thought to mind their words around him because they always thought he couldn’t do anything with that knowledge anyways.

“So they want to erase millions of people who do not follow their ideology? And they want to use helicarriers with active weapon systems?” you summarized Bucky’s information. “We have to stop this! But we need a solid plan. I suggest we wait for a message from Fury. He might know what to do.” you proposed.

“I agree. If we run in there unprepared people might die.” Steve approved.

So you had not much more to do than wait.

That evening you tried to fall asleep in the guest bedroom but that was almost impossible. You had listened to Steve leaving the house to go for a run about 30 minutes before. So he couldn’t sleep either.

Then, just before sleep invaded your mind you heard noises which sounded like whimpering so you got up quickly and walked downstairs, gun raised.

You found out fast that the noise came from a restlessly sleeping Bucky on the much too small couch.

Worried that he might be distressed and would fall back into his old habits you sat down next to the couch stroking hair out of his face. “Bucky? You’re okay. You’re safe now.” you whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at you.

You didn’t expect him to lean in close and brush his lips to yours.

He pulled back abruptly when he noticed you being completely taken by surprise. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” he sat up and buried his face in his hands.

“No, it’s okay Bucky. I understand you. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it, I just wasn’t expecting that.” he looked up hesitantly.

“In fact I wouldn’t mind you doing it again.” you smiled at him mischievously.

Without saying another word he pulled you in again. You climbed into his lap all while never breaking the kiss. Until you had to come up for air.

“Wow, you really know how to do that.” you stated.

“Did you want to go further?” you asked him carefully.

“I wouldn’t mind. I just wanna feel something nice again.” he confessed before pulling you in for a kiss again.

You made out like that for a while, grinding on each other like some horny teenagers. Until his hand slipped into your panties stroking your mound and you started mewling like a kitten in heat.

Your hands fumbled clumsily with his boxers and he helped you push them down enough for his cock to spring free.

Pulling your panties to the side you sunk down on him. This time the sex was not about sensuality it was supposed to be quick comfort. The emotional crap could come later.

You rose onto your knees and dropped back onto his generous length.

“Fuck!” you breathed out. Burying your head in his shoulder so you wouldn’t wake anyone still sleeping.

You were so deeply immersed in your lovemaking you didn’t hear the door open.

“Really? On the couch? Seriously?” you almost jumped off of Bucky at the sound of your grandfather’s hushed voice.

“I’m sorry Steve.” Bucky whispered. And you could tell he was more than close so you kept rocking back and forth on his lap. Steve, noticing that you wouldn’t stop, just turned around and went upstairs with the words “I’ll sleep in your bed then.”

Once he was gone you were finally able to lose yourself in Bucky again.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his high and the moment you felt him shoot his load inside you you couldn’t hold on anymore and the knot burst.

You dropped onto the seat next to Bucky, catching your breath.

“Thank you for that.” he leaned his head back and tucked himself back into his pants.

“No need to thank me. I really like you Buck and I hope that this won’t be a one time thing.” you smiled at him hopefully.

“So do I, but I don’t know if I am good enough for you. I’ve done so much evil in my life. You deserve so much better.” Suddenly he looked so sad again.

“Hey. Look at me Bucky!” you ordered him, grabbing for his face. “What happened to you is not your fault. You were trapped in your own body and you deserve the world. Never think any less of yourself because of your past! You are the reason I am free now. You have saved Steve’s ass more than he probably knows. We love you Bucky and I mean that. You know that my grandma did not only talk a lot about Steve but about you too? You left such an impression on her that even now in her alzheimer ridden mind she still sometimes talks about you. What a gentleman you always were. Handsome, sweet and clever. And I could not dream of someone better than you.” You kissed him deeply with all the emotion you could muster and hoped he would understand.

“Are you sure?” his insecurities were killing you. Peggy had always mentioned the ladies man that he had been but that lay 70 years behind and it broke your heart to see him like this.

“100% sure darling. Now let’s try to catch at least a few more hours of sleep until sunrise.” another kiss later and you had cuddled together on the still too small couch. This time you fell asleep quickly and felt safe by his side.

Two days later Fury had gotten you a plan. Maria Hill would meet you in a sewer system at the edge of D.C. She handed you three computer chips to override the helicarriers weapon systems manually.

The people from hydra, working inside S.H.I.E.L.D did not expect this attack just when project inside was about to launch.

So when the helicarriers had come crashing down on D.C. and every single hydra agent had been taken in custody was it finally time to calm down and get everything in order.

Facing the facts Bucky still needed therapy and someone to look over his conditioning and the damage hydra had done to him. But you were sure to find someone with a solution somewhere. Until then you tried to get used to having a 100 something year old grandfather and his just as old best friend for a boyfriend.

You didn’t know where you were headed but you liked the thought of finding out.

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